" ... " The soft sound of tea flowing from pot to cup was all that was heard, aside from the normal sounds of breathing. The neighborhood was quiet today, just how he appreciated it. Then again, kids were often shooed away from the ' veteran's home '.
A decorated soldier. A war hero. An ex-husband with two kids. Left alone by society.
He'd protected these people! Protected their rights of whatever they wished! And this was how he was repaid? By loneliness?
But his thoughts, his emotions, his fears and worries did not matter. Even now, he was an object and tool of the Imperial State of Japan. He had no say in his own life, lately. But that was ok.
He was... Content with this. Somewhat.
Blinking at the sound of the door opening, he turned to tell the child off, hand reaching for his eyepatch. Best not scare the child with a dead looking eye now, right?
