I am an American Soldier.

Summary: I am an American Soldier, Sora recited with the rest of his platoon with pride. To himself, he added, And I also happen to be gay. Rated M for adult themes. Yaoi.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, Kingdom Hearts II, Finaly Fantasy, or the US Army. I own only the concept of the storyline and any original or incidental characters described herein.


"I am an American Soldier. I am a Warrior and a member of a team. I serve the people of the United States, and live the Army Values. I will always place the mission first. I will never accept defeat. I will never quit. I will never leave a fallen comrade. I am disciplined, physically and mentally tough, Trained and proficient in my warrior tasks and drills. I always maintain my arms, my equipment and myself. I am an expert and I am a professional. I stand ready to deploy, engage, and destroy, the enemies of the United States of America in close combat. I am a guardian of freedom and the American way of life. I am an American Soldier."

-The Soldier's Creed, originally by Matt Larsen, Ranger and founder of the US Army School of Combatives. Later approved in its current format by General Schoomaker.


Sora paused, watching his interest with hooded eyes. Slowly, he tilted his head down to shade his eyes from the overbearing sun and to keep the object of his ovbservation secret. It was a trick he'd learned in boot camp, after he had realized a few of the other guys were starting to catch on. Sheer self-preservation had kicked in at that point, and he'd started changing the way he lived.

Not that he stopped thinking the silver-haired number before him was the most beautiful man alive. On the contrary; his fellow soldier's homophobic attitude had only simply supressed any outward sign of it, sharpening his desire inwardly. He had managed a level of control in the service of his country that would impress Ghandi; he slept with the other men in the barracks, ate with them, drank with them, had even participated in a circle jerk or two without discovery. And sure, some of the females had their suspicions, but they wouldn't go to the NCOs or the guys about it. Sometimes, Sora thought, the female soldiers were a bit smarter than the average male; they knew something was up, but kept their mouth shut, because they knew he wasn't a bad soldier.

And being a good soldier was what it was all about.

Sora snapped out of his contemplations painfully as Roxas pulled him into a choke hold from behind and squeezed. Sora let out a strangled gasp and yanked at Roxas' arm, trying to get some leeway to breathe. They tussled a few moments amicably before parting and slapping each other on the back in the manner of friends.

"Ya gotta stop thinkin' so much or you're gonna hurt yourself," Roxas drawled. The boy from 'Bama had blonde hair that was as difficult to keep in regulation as Sora's was, and opted for a high and tight rather than the high fade Sora favored. He had almost delicate blue eyes, a wiry frame, and was infamous for being on his college's wrestling team before going in. The man could outgrapple almost everyone at the unit-except for his Captain Strife, of course. That man was an effing tank. "C'mon, Sora. Let's go get some supper."

Sora acquisced with a sigh. "Alright. You wanna eat at the DFAC or call for Chinese or something?" he asked. Roxas' face took on a rather pensive look before he grinned.

"Pizza." They both grinned.

"For sure. You got cash?"

"Yeah right."

"We just got paid last week, man."

"I bought a Playstation." This with a small pout. Sora looked a bit more interested.

"Games?"

"Burnout, HALO, the usuals," Roxas replied immediately. "C'mon, we'll go break it out." Sora looped an arm around Roxas shoulder companionately and they started off towards the barracks.

"So, how was your day? I heard y'all were going over to pack up the sensitive items connex."

"Yeah," Sora sighed. "I'm a freaking medic, man. I mean, they should get more supply guys to cover that. They're the ones that're going to be keeping track of all of it." Roxas shrugged, and Sora grinned slyly, elbowing him. "Where were you people, anyway?"

Roxas looked smug. "At HQ."

"Shamtastic." Roxas chuckled, and they walked a few minutes witha few other minor remarks.

"See that new guy again?" Roxas asked suddenly, a bit too casually. Sora glared.

"Later," he growled. Roxas frowned at the ground, kicked a rock.

"Man, I don't see why you've gotta be so damn paranoid," Roxas grumbled. "That policy expired not too long ago, y'know. They can't kick ya out for it."

Sora's glare remained set in stone. "They'd find a reason and you know it. It's not like I'm the perfect soldier or anything. There'd be some little thing on my record, or I'd do something, or if the guys found out they'd complain that I was hitting on them, and then, bam. CO'd recommend me for discharge." He sighed. "I gotta keep this job, Roxas. I signed up for it. And I need the college money." Roxas gusted out a sigh of his own.

"I just don't see what the big deal is, that's all. Plenty of gay guys in Atlanta." Sora looked a bit wistful.

"Be nice if everyone thought like that," he said, and focused his gaze at the horizon with lines of sadness etching his face. Roxas watched his sky-blue eyes be sad for a moment, and kicked another rock.

"Well, let's go get that PS2 out," he spoke gruffly. Sora gave him a look, and then slowly smiled at his best friend's attempts to cheer him up.

"Beat ya there," Sora said, and sprinted off.


A/N: I'm going by some very vague ideas of how gay guys get along in the military without getting beaten, and the number one rule is, NO FLAMING. So if y'all came here looking for Sora in a nice little knee-high dress and cuddling up to whoever I pair him with eventually, forget it. I'm going to stay as true to the real thing as possible.

Also! I'm going to be going to school in the fall, but I'm going to make this a multi-chapter story (if you couldn't already tell). I don't know when I'll be able to write, how much, whatever. Please don't ask me when the next update will be. I'll try and make sure they come out with some semblance of a schedule.

Thanks, and please remember to support our troops both here and overseas!