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naruto2012-02-02 01:32 am
eve_doodle) wrote in naruto2012-02-02 01:32 am
[fic] Dulce et Decorum
Title: Dulce et Decorum...
Rating/Warning: T for violence, war, language
Summary: Three years after a devastating war, a broken Team Gai is reunited to track down a dangerous drug trafficking organization in Tea Country. But can they leave the war and their past behind? [AU]
[Chapter 1]
"You could say that," he said gently. Keiko's fierce eyes, Ichirou's crooked smile, Ryuu's brow stitched together in concentration; his team, his family, his everything. Only now, years after Gai-sensei had passed away, years after his own genin team had scattered to the four winds of the earth, did Lee understand what Gai-sensei had given each and every one of his students
[Chapter 8]
They spoke of it sometimes, in the dark underground tunnels and the grimy bars where old veterans liked to spend their nights. War makes us all crazy, they whispered over their many bottles of cheap sake, eyes glazed with drink and memory. It never goes away, you know. Sticks in your head and things that happened a long time ago seem like yesterday. Seen good, brave men cry like a baby and beg for their mamas, years and years after the fighting. War breaks us all.
Rating/Warning: T for violence, war, language
Summary: Three years after a devastating war, a broken Team Gai is reunited to track down a dangerous drug trafficking organization in Tea Country. But can they leave the war and their past behind? [AU]
[Chapter 1]
"You could say that," he said gently. Keiko's fierce eyes, Ichirou's crooked smile, Ryuu's brow stitched together in concentration; his team, his family, his everything. Only now, years after Gai-sensei had passed away, years after his own genin team had scattered to the four winds of the earth, did Lee understand what Gai-sensei had given each and every one of his students
[Chapter 8]
They spoke of it sometimes, in the dark underground tunnels and the grimy bars where old veterans liked to spend their nights. War makes us all crazy, they whispered over their many bottles of cheap sake, eyes glazed with drink and memory. It never goes away, you know. Sticks in your head and things that happened a long time ago seem like yesterday. Seen good, brave men cry like a baby and beg for their mamas, years and years after the fighting. War breaks us all.