Repositioning himself on his bed, he laid sideways towards the glowing reception of the TV. Placing a grape sucker into his mouth, he began to gnaw at it methodically as one of his numerous porn tapes started. He wasn't exactly feeling in the mood, but he wanted to watch something out of pure boredom, and this was basically he had all in his collection, besides a few action movies and the hidden Disney cartoons. The massively huge breasted woman did some cheesy line in her "role" of the nurse, pressing her breasts against the white guy's face. Kael turned his sucker over in his mouth, calculating the point of which the real sexual intercourse would start. He had seen this video probably twenty times or more times; it had been his favorite, until The Bad Little Amazons came out. He couldn't help but get excited at the thought of hundreds of beautiful, well-toned women on an island alone, with no man. And wouldn't it be great if he was the only one there? He grinned stupidly at the thought, his sucker beginning to fall out of his mouth, but he caught it in the nick of time.
Speaking of time, the man and the lady in the porn had their clothes off in the doctor's office. The nurse had thrown the man onto the inspection table, mounting him. With her huge collagen-injected lips, she said in her fake sex voice "I'm going to give you 100 cc's of pure pleasure!", and similtaneously Kael said her exact words in a mockingly high-pitched voice. However, once they started going at it, with her moans filling the sound waves, he felt his libido rise. They started to go faster, and soon Kael forgot about the sucker in his mouth and let it drop down to the bed. He imagined that the man was him, and he suddenly felt the urge to..
"KAEEEEEEEEEEELLLLL!!" A spunky man about Kael's age with black hair and blue eyes burst through his room. Kael stumbled for the remote, turning off the porno as quickly as possible, grabbed the nearest blunt object, and threw it at the man. He quickly dodged it, and then laughed. "Watching porn again, aren't we?"
"Why don't you ever leave me alone, Rikard?!" Kael yelled at him accusingly.
"Why don't you ever lock the door?" He yelled back, then threw a magazine at Kael's face. He let it hit him, then stood up walking over to Sgt. Rikard.
"Well, that's true. At any rate, you sure killed the mood. What do you want?"
"Thought I might tell you that some of the 'special pilots' are here. So far two girls and one guy. One girl seems not to know what she's doing, but is fairly pretty and nice. The other girl is a stern as a German but beautifully silent, and the guy seems pretty cool."
"Hey, I resent that German remark. We know how to have fun!"
"But not without liqour."
"Not true! Now if you said without liquor AND women, well, hell, I don't know if the world would be fun!"
He brushed the long, choppy bangs of his dirty blonde hair behind his ear, with a sly grin stretching across his face. Grabbing onto his military's Class B uniform, he slid on his shirt over his grey tank, buttoned it up, tucked it into his heavy duty cargo pants, and headed out the door with Rikard. Walking down the hallway, he greeted everyone he saw, the guys with a friendly "Hey" or "What's up" and maybe a fist bump or high five, but for the ladies, he threw in a suave "Hello there" and did the notion of a finger gun pointing. Not that he was shooting them or anything, but he considered himself the Cowboy of the Hawks. Though he had been born in Russia to German parents, many of his years had been spent in Texas in the United States of America.
"So what are these specialized pilots for, Garin?" his subordinate asked a just question. Kael heaved a small sigh, his usual face of goofiness turning into a serious one.
"I'm not exactly sure. Being a Staff Sergeant doesn't really get me much leeway in information as to Veritas's newest projects, but I know that they've developed some really special mobile Hawks that only certain people can pilot. Why only certain people, I don't know. I think those are the sketches of the ideas, though."
"Are you excited about this?"
"In a way. We are the unit that will be working directly with them, supposedly, and since you said there were two girls, hopefully I can get some lovin'." He gave his cocky grin and winked at Rikard. The Sgt. just shook his head at him, laughing.
"Why can't you stop thinking about women?"
"Because I lost my mother before I remember when I was little and in an attempt to fill in her place I psycologically womanize to feel adequate?" Rikard stopped in his tracks, severly disturbed that his superior just confided very personal information to him, and what more, said it in a light-hearted manner.
"I'm sorry, sir."
"Nah, don't worry about it," Kael laughed and shrugged it off. Only he should worry about how life sucked to not have anyone to write home to. No girl, no mother, no father, no one. The base was his family, yet it seemed to fit him like a glove. It provided enough to him. "Hey, Rikard, I'm going to wait outside the briefing room to meet these pilots, but you go on ahead."
"All right. Later, Rikard."
Kael came upon the briefing room, realizing there were quite a bit of people in there. It wasn't really his place to go in and demand information, so he resolved on waiting outside. Resting his back against the opposite wall of the door, he pulled his right knee up and placed the sole of his boot against the wall. He pulled out a carton of cigarettes, tapping the bottom of the box to get one to fall out into his hand. Next he retrieved a lighter that was like a mini blowtorch from his pocket, opened it, and lit his cig. Taking a small drag of the nicotine, he looked up at the ceiling to start thinking. However, he saw a couple of signs: some with various directions to different rooms, one for the exit, and then one that said "No Smoking".
"Shit," he mumbled, placing his cigarette on the ground, he stomped it out, then gathered up the ashes and frantically looked for the trashcan, finding one at the end of the hallway. After he dumped that, he walked back to the door, returned to his previous position against the wall, and began to think. No, he didn't feel like thinking. Didn't feel like being serious. So he opened his mouth and began to sing softly to himself.
"Ich will dass ihr mir vertraut
Ich will dass ihr mir glaubt
Ich will eure Blicke spuren
Ich will jeden Herzschlag kontrollieren."
Then he paused before the next stanza, feeling like he was on the verge of tears.