To be a Normal Demon

8 weeks later

Dark green chammies, a total of eighty five people, entered a darkened hallway of the Army Depot School, in Eastern Vietnam.

Swish. Swish. Swish.

Their pants made the noise as they walked in unison to the destination at hand.

Squeak. Clomp. Squeak.

Went the boots of their uniforms as they continued down the laminated wooded floor of the building. They froze when the Sergeant signaled, right hand pulled up and into a fist, for them to still their movements as one unit what their training of all these weeks demanded of them. What they saw next had half the men vomit on the floor and three faint on site at what was laid out before them in a grotesque display of understanding.

Donnie had this uncontrollable urge to vomit as he stared at the corpse of some dead person followed by the uncontrolled stench of decomposing bodily fluids and residue on the exam table. The sergeants voice rose over his bile and into his ears as it finally made his eyes dart away from the rotten human organs and flesh.

Sergeant Gian Anthony Vahn looked older than his thirty seven years told. His hair was gray and peppered with black it had the comb over style tot he left from the thirties, covered in grease. Skin hanging on his bones from exposed shock and trauma to his fragile human body, along with his fear to sleep. Eyes, that have stared at dozens of men in body bags, were the color of ashes mixed with ketchup is the only way to describe the dark black sightless eyes and the red veins sticking out from exhaustion. He voice was the only soft thing, it had a southern accent with a hint of a Texas drawl in it.

The man in charge cleared his throat and looked at every man like he was looking at this corpse, he wasn’t. Vahn stared above their heads or to the side, never making eye contact because these guys were already dead to him. “This is our enemy. They come in many shapes, genders, sizes and ages. They do not look like what you would expect. They will use their children as bombs, and the elderly could also be bombs. As long as they kill you they don’t care what happens.”

The body in general was a female, that was found in the under ground tunnels that the guys already went over for training purposes. She was found strapped to a bomb by the South Vietnamese troops trying to instill more fear in their people. They found out later that she was teacher. As the Us troops came in the tunnel it was booby trapped to cave in and the bomb released. Twelve shoulders along with five civvies died. Later on they found six children huddled in the back where the blast missed but the cave in led to suffocation, it took four days for them to dig them out and bury them. Vahn remember that one was at least three years old. That was the last thing he did before he put his transfer in and became an instructor.

He still remember that prostitute with Rogers. He waited for an hour for his turn trying to score another one walking far to quick to get any game. Vahn tried some cat calls about how horny he was and he had money, just needed some love-n is all. Than when Rogers came out with a big shit eating grin as he hugged that bitch for the last time. A blinding flash of light covered the two followed by a earthquake. Vahn fell on his ass Rogers body and the floozie were gone from his sight. Than something started to fall from the sky, an arm still clutching money as gravity took control once more, the bills charred, came crashing down to the sergeants body only missing his head by inches. Something else started to fall, it looked black and round. Shuddering as he saw his friends head fall near his left leg with Rogers eyes mesmerizingly slow roll into the back of his head, shock etched into the dead friends decapitated head.

Shaking his head back to the present the man in command remembered he had a zig zag waiting for him under his bunk, a small spark of life returned to his eyes as he stared at the fresh meat and smell of new recruits around him. If only he noticed sooner that they all left him and Rogers behind to fend for themselves against the bombing to come. He wanted to hurry up and get to his room and smoke out to his drugs,for that was the only way to forget his past regrets now.

Sesshomaru seemed unfazed by the dead body. He was glad he had the charm though, as he started to rub the name over and over again. His sense’s were greatly dimmed from its affects, so it a win lose situation for the demon posing as human. Stopping his absentminded rubbing he noticing Donnie with his ashen face, he put a reassuring hand on his the young man's shoulder trying to comfort his anxiety and worries.

The younger man looked at his friend and tilted his head in understand. Yes, Sess will be there for him. He, Donnie, would be there for his fellow man too. He gazed at his friend and his silver hair that was cut short in military fashion looked so out of place. The long locks he saw earlier seemed to fit more suited for the man who had lost his secret love. His complexion was very white for an american, mused Donnie, but than again he’s not really an american. A grin slowly surfaced on his face when he realized that Sess got through with fake papers. He never woulda guess Sess to be japanese, weren’t they wrangling them up in California? Some camp or something? His silver haired buddy was awesome with the karate they learned, he was brushing up the intructors on their styles. This guy was not only fit but he was tall! The second tallest person in their battalion. Man, good thing he was his friend cause this guy was strong with a capital STRONG! Sess was the only one that could lift the fat ass of the group over his head and toss him over like a sack of potatoes.

All the things that Sess told him within these eight weeks seemed to be overwhelming, at one point he had to ask him to give him a few days. He was shocked that his dad was a general and Sess needed this war to forget about this Kagome person, she must have been something when she was around, the young man thought. To be a master at sword play and ninja stars but never fire a gun, that was maddening to the younger of the two. Plus he, Donnie, looked like some kid that Sess use to watch when he was younger. The problem for the younger man was the fact that he couldn’t see Sess as being young. It was a gut feeling, but he just.. It wasn’t there. No childhood or friends. That was another thing, Sess told him that he was the first friend he’s ever had it seemed so daunting and scary like if he stepped out of line he could fuck it all up, or if he was too extreme than Sess would just karate chop is face. The good thing about Sess though was that he could almost sense the feelings in him and told him not too worry, that every one has their moments for a change and he was due for it too.

Donnie, or Joker as the other men called him, was becoming that friend that Sess never had, so he took his time and made sure not to scare him off; too fast any ways. Given the times and Sess new found sense of raunchy humor thanks to the sixties, along with Joker and his vast knowledge of horrible jokes. He tried to explain about somethings, but being a demon would have to wait. Donnie would figure him for dropping too much acid. Which the demon couldn’t do even if he wanted to, acid and speed had no effect on him, since they are a chemical and he was immune to almost all kinds of man made drug or perscrip. Marijuana, now that’s just funny. Later, he reminded himself, there is always later.

“So this is your last day than you get shipped out. I have your duties here. Remember, Privates, your feet don’t break the boots...” Vahn had a piece of paper in his hands waving it for emphasis for them to finish the cadence.

“The boots wear your feet, SIR!” Said the battalion in unison. Sesshomaru was getting really annoyed with this facade of following orders, but he needed this. A lot. He made a few more friends, if you would call them that, he snickered under his breathe. There was Priest, Slayer and Rogue. Each one reminded him of his brothers feudal days from long ago.

These guys got him so blazed just before graduation that he didn’t remember seeing his brother in the stands, or his ceramony. He had to hide his smirk as he remember the beer and sake bombs he showed the guys when they got back to the barracks and saw Dou-Jou's stash. Dear God, this man was a drunk, they all told him that later on that night. He just shrugged them off. Man, poor Donnie the demon had to duck his head as the smirk stretched his face. He remembered the poor kid vomiting in the trash can for the rest of the night, after his third bomb.

“All Right then. Smith, Cline, Robertson: You have...” Sess tuned down the man since he knew his and his friends weren't gonna be called for awhile. He stared at his other good buds and wondered how in the hell he made their acquaintance.

The Priest, or Kyle when something serious needed to be stated, was a young Georgia boy with sandy blonde hair and deep sea green eyes. His face was smooth and calm. He took everything in a laid back kinda way, giving his advice and gave you the choice of taking it or droppin' it. He had a girl back home who was four months pregnant, so when he would write to her he would put a bit of script in it for her. The bible pushing talk was all his doing in the group, but it was so he could remember the passage when he was writing to his lady, plus it was what made his name. His daddy, Kyle Sr. was a priest himself, so he made sure his children understood most the bible ranting he pulled in his house. He had long lanky arms and legs, which explain why he was 6’2 and his feet were HUGE!

Now Slayer, aka Thomas, well there’s someone that the demon can really relate to. Dark brown hair sat at odd angles from the crappy hair cuts they got from the barber. Matched his equally dark brown eyes that had big black plastic B.C. ‘s (government issued glasses - called Birth control in the ranks - A/ n no im not making it up) that you would never to guess to be so kind looking and expressive, but at the drop of a hat can calculate the exact next movement you will take and shoot you with his sniper rifle. For having Birth Control's, he was the best god-damn shotter on the battalion. He score a 364 out of 370 on the rifle range, he had the highest rank, markers-master. He was medium in height and build. He grew up in California and told Sess all there was about the flower power scene, still not getting it as it went over the demons head. Trying to explain to a natural violent person the violents of peace, it just didn't work. It took Slayer three weeks to stop trying.

There was the odd ball of the bunch Rogue, Charles is his other call sign - or what his mother and loved ones call him in Kansas. Rogue was named as such because he was the odd man out. Dark chocolate is the only way to describe his skin and personality. Few people try to understand him or wanted to here and there. His hair was extremely short and curly, oddly though he only had hair on his head. Every where else on his body was smooth and hairless. Eyes the color of the evening sky, a deep purple blue finish off his quirky look. He had a knack for grenades and defusing them. Three minutes is all he needed. And a negative on the other disposal people coming, he didn’t want anyone else in the danger he was near. It actually distracted him more in the long run. To the friends that he has they all say the same thing about him - he was beyond loyal to a fault. Cherishing other peoples feelings in a blind attempt for people to be happy.

Rogue reminded Sess of Kagome, too much sometimes. He wonder if this guy did in fact have a dick or what. From America to Vietnam it was taking a toll on the Killing Perfection. Lack of sleep, because the newbies never get to sleep, was really making him grate his last sane nerve on him since Rogue had so many Kagome qualities.

The miko came and went from his mind as he hung out and actually laughed with the friends he's made. He remembered laughing with her over Inuyasha horrible table manners as she fake vomited on his person. Ahh, found memories, mused the demon.

“Joker, Rogue, Priest, Slayer, and Dou-jou. You are going to platoon 224. You well leave asap, and report to Steinberg and search for possible Charlie's. Grab your C bags and head out to the choppers. Move!” Sergeant Vahn did not even bother to look up from his paper as the young men saluted and walked towards the C bag pile. God, he silently prayed, let them walk home to their loved ones. He nodded his head to the men to grab their stuff, they were not needed anymore here.

The demon cringed at his name, not by choice he would tell you, but that’s the problem here. Already judged from the moment you put your feet on that line, you learn that you need to earn the respect you crave here. Your new, so that entitles you to getting the crap-possibly-beaten out of you by fellow peers and your name is an equivalent to shit. “Just cause my last name sounds japanese. Sheesh!” He grumbled under his breathe as he grabbed the C bag and threw it over his shoulder. Though some thought his name was cool, or groovy - as the hippie scence here proved rampant, because he was great at hand to hand and knives. Hmm, mused the demon man, how convenient and yet so horrendous.

The gargantuan ‘chopper’ is best called a cargo plane by all standers. As the guys approached the thing and flung their gear and C bags in. The thing was a supply wagon for Christ’s sake, thought the not too happy demon lord. He saw beer along with soda next to juice and water. He found toilet paper, go fasters (A / n that's sneakers to the untrained um, person), tent material, stretchers, medical supplies paired with cigarettes, and bomb parts. Than he saw party type food and equipment : charcoal and barbecues, sauces, spices, seasoning, tongs including aprons that said “Kiss the Privates of this Private’, pot holders and tongs along with beach chairs. For crying out loud, it's like a friggen vacation or what?

Than he looked passed the party items and saw tons a of vegetation and fruits. Meat in coolers, meat in dried foot stuffs form. Meat. Gah! Looking at it made him hungry, drool slowly formed on his chin as he gazed at actual meat. Rubbing around his chin to grapple his excess drool problem. It was heaven for the demon. Not some freeze dried crap that you had to add water too, or peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. He kept his list going there was chips and dips and salsa. A few care packages speckled in with the other random supplies, mostly cookies and mail from loved ones.

Finishing his searching in the back of the plane he found ammo, guns, rifles together with sniper scopes and grenades. As well as the other half of the bomb pieces. The search finally coming to an end he noticed Priest was still in awe of the so called chopper, but realized why it was called a chopper. “There are no doors for this shit. Oh fuck,” Priest started saying and grabbed some netting, “we gotta strap down this shit with this crap! Great! I thought this was a time for sleep.” His tone was beyond pissed as he tossed every man a netting and started to tie the bungie cords down to nets. Rogue just plopped down and started to unravel his netting, staring at the other guys as they started on a section and rubbing his neck in mild agitation.

“Don’t worry Rogue,” started Joker, “I got your shit. Just toss me the netting and you can sleep. But if it gets bumpy and too much for me I’m waken yo’ ass up motherfucker. Kay?” Joker was always looking out for a person back, friend or other wise. He bungied down the liquids and camping supplies since they were close together. No one disputed this cause they were all watching each others backs. Boot camp changed the soft spoken, inncoent eyes of the young man. He saw things these past weeks, that he would rather not talk about least he vomit. Again.

Sess stared at the humans interacting animatedly with each other, followed by his own thoughts about this chopper crap, but remembered he was basically at the bottom of the food chain right now. Hence the watching of his friends backs and vise versa. Now he knew that emotions were needed, especially in moments such as these when he had to think beyond himself and focus on a new form of taichi. He can’t use his demon abilities unless he was far too angry or at the dead of night, if he wanted too.

The so called ‘chopper’ ride was uneventful as things could go. They all had three hours of sleep, minus Joker, which he would get once they got on land. Sess had a funny feeling that it would not turn out like every one wanted once they landed, but to voice his concerns to his friend was like talking to a mute and expecting answers, Sesshomaru chided himself. As the ride touched down the pilot cut the engines and told them to un-tangle everything and start the overhaul to the camp. Now, the human posing demon was starting to get aggravated as he watched the pilot light up a cigarette and wait them out. Since the pilot was the only one that knew the way to camp they couldn’t beat the shit out of him.. yet.

Sess watched his companion grab up their gear first, fasten it down tight than start reaching for coolers and beach chairs. “Start stacking things on the coolers, anything flat will be easiest to stack. Than we’ll grab odd angle things next.” Sess started to take control as he watched the asshole of a pilot snuff out his cigarette and light up another one. Never offering any of the other guys one in his wake. Which they probably would not take, but rudeness was not necessary in a time of war and servitude.

The guys all looked at Sess and nodded their understanding, no room for arguments when their friends voice held such an authoritative tone in his commands. They started their long waited leggeo stacking. Joker started to wear down towards the end, and slugged to grab the last bit of nick knack and doodad. Sess noticed with an uninterested gaze and grabbed Jokers load followed by his own only to start the long trek to the camp, lead by the fucking jerk-off pilot. Sess watched his friends unsure footing and sighed; he looked like a God damn zombie for crying out loud, fumed the taiyoukai.

The jungle terrain was very thick and hard walking, Joker started to mumble about some none sense and hit a fly in the air. “Stupid jungle and it stupid trees and its stupid stupidness. This is gettin’ old with this jungle scene man.” As he looked around he started to turn with his head moving, you know when you get too tired and your head moves with your body - yea that’s Joker’s action right now. All the ganged looked at their buddy like he was high. A thin wiry smile stretched his face at an odd angle like a jack-o-lantern grin.

“Joker,” started Rogue, “hop on up here and rest a spell. I’ll let you know when we gonna get to the camp site, okay?” He couldn’t even laugh when his friend didn’t even argue and just climbed up the pile of crap, curled like a cat and snoozed. Glancing out the corner of his eye he noticed the pilot was getting agitated about their tight nit friendly antics. Well, thought the dark skinned brother, fuck’em!

The third friend was eyeing the pilot like he was carring cocaine up is asshole. Priest never understood why people did that, smuggle stuff up there. Don’t it stink, than you gotta sniff it. Ew! No thanks. I wonder how Laurali is doing. Bet she’s gettin a pregnant pouch. Oh how I want to see the pictures right now. He sighed audible at the thought of his lack of his girlfriend in the jungle. Staring at his right hand he shook his head and thought, looks like it just me and Handrew tonight. Still staring at his hand he forgot a pack of cigarettes before they left and notice the pilot smoke so he grabbed his boot straps and ask. “Hey man. Can I bum a cig off you?” Silence met the Priest, for five minutes he waited than gave up on the asshole.

Agitation only covered the demon lords mood swings as he brought up the rear with his load of every odd angled thing that Joker could think of putting together. Yup, he thought, his friend was definitely bone-tired. The pilot was also something to be angered at since he didn’t bother to lift a finger for them, just kept up his gosh damn chain of cigarettes and silence. “ Hey I think my friend here asked you a question.” Stated the annoyed taiyoukai.

“And I don’t give a flying fuck what your friend says, meat. You all are beneath me right now. I pull rank. It’s not my fault that you all didn’t pull out cig’s when you all were staring at them for three fucking hours.” The pilot was seething at this point as he looked at every dick cheese in the group with obvious anger. “You fucks couldn’t even talk to me when you first came in my God Damn plane..” He paused just long enough before they protested, ”Nope. You all don’t even know my fucking name, do you shit stains?”

The guys as a unison sighed out. Another fucker up on a high horse, they thought at the same moment. “Well what is your name than? And can I have a cig now?” Priest tried once more to make it right, plus he really needed a cigarette right now. The mother-fuckin monkey was scratchin' the shit out his back and stabbing his spine!

“It’s Sid, and no you fucking asshole. Were almost at camp. You can grab one there, cum stain.” The pilot, or Sid as he is called himself now, rounded a corner in the deer trail and kept moving. “Let’s go ladies. We gotta make it before night fall or were gonna have some problems on our hands.” Sid increased his speed to get the small band moving, not glancing back at the stragglers.

Now the demon was really confused. “Wait, I thought you just said were almost at camp? How far is it from here?” Sess was getting really pissed. Here lies the problem for the taiyoukai, when he gets pissed the charm starts to weaken caused by his demon nature and beast come out at once, and he needed to take it out on a certain pilot pretty fuckin quick.

“Oh, just a couple of hours hike from here, but if you want we can pile back up in the plane and fly closer.” The sarcasm dripping off the assholes voice only added to the taiyoukai’s displeasure.

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Alrighty, so do u guys get where it is at and when and all that jazz? this is about 5 pages typed, so more less? lemme know. otherwise im just gonna free hand it.

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