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 Warrior's Path Birth

   1 June 1941

   Jon William Hawk spat water as his head broke the surface.  His head was
still ringing from the explosion.  Fortunately, he had been holding on to
his luggage when he was blown from the ship.  His father had insisted on it
being seaworthy.  A career diplomat, William Hawk had ensured that his son
had the mental and physical skills to succeed.  Just seventeen years old,
Jon was five feet eight inches tall and weighed a solid one hundred and
seventy two pounds.  He had unruly black hair that always threatened to
escape into the wild and run amok on his head.  His father said, however,
that he got his piercing blue eyes from his father in what Jon would later
learn was a genetic anomaly.

   Leaving their current posting in Japan, his father had booked passage on
the HMS Niagara of the Canadian Pacific Lines.  Unfortunately, the Japanese
were less than thrilled to let leave Americans from Japan or Manchukuo
(Japanese occupied China), expatriate Russians who were wealthy enough to
gain passage out of Manchukuo, or any possible spies trying to escape
Manila.

   A sound behind him had Jon kicking in the water.  He was both pleased
and displeased as he saw Eumeh, a Chinese servant he had acquired when he
was ten, had been blown from the ship with him.  Though three years
younger, she was smart and cunning as most girls sold into servitude in
China were.  Like him, she was holding onto one of his chests.  Like him,
she spat water as she broke the surface.

   Eumeh smiled when she saw him.  She had been afraid he had died and that
she would be stuck here alone.

   "Jiao?" she asked as Jon reached her.

   "Your sister fell down the stairs," Jon nodded.  "Probably just a couple
of bruises.

   "Do you have any injuries?" Jon said softly.  "We will need to care for
them before we draw any predators."

   "No," Eumeh said after she had checked herself over.  "Like you, the
force of the blast knocked me off the ship."

   "We need to start swimming," Jon said after looking about.  "The closest
land will be over there.  We could wait for the ship.  But, it could be a
long time until they realize that we're missing.  That's if they could turn
around after the attack."

   Eumeh nodded with some trepidation.  They both knew she wasn't a strong
swimmer.

   "Remember what your father said," Jon said comfortingly.  "Look first.
See how the waves move?  They will direct us to where we need to go.  We
will save our strength and let the ocean do most of the work.  We will use
our strength to steer us onto the right path."

   Eumeh smiled as she remembered her father giving that lesson to the
strange gwai lo.  Knowing Jon would watch over her, she watched the waves
and kicked herself into their current.  She kept herself afloat with the
chest and did as Jon directed her.  Though it took nearly a day, they
finally made it to shore.

   Cold, hungry, thirsty, and miserable, they opened the chests and took
out some of Jon's clothes.  Jon grabbed the slender fourteen year old girl
as she fainted.  Stripping her, he took a wool sweater and dried her then
himself.  He grabbed a pair of trousers and a set of dress suspenders along
with a tee shirt and a flannel shirt.  He dressed her quickly to help
restore her body heat before dressing himself and grabbing his top coat. 
He grabbed thick socks for each of them.  Closing the trunk, he hung their
wet clothes on the bushes about them before lifting Eumeh into his arms. 
Going to a nearby tree, he sat with his back against it and pulled Eumeh
snugly into his chest before covering them with the top coat.

   Eumeh gasped as she opened her eyes.  Spending so much time in the
water, she thought she would never be warm again.  Realizing where she was,
she tried pushing herself up and fell back into Jon's chest with a solid
thump as she was entangled in the top coat.

   "Apparently you're awake," Jon said as he smiled down at her and shook
his arms free from his coat.  "It should be easier to get up now."

   "I'm sorry," Eumeh replied as she got off his lap.  "I don't know what
happened to me."

   "Shock," Jon shrugged as he also rose.  "We haven't eaten anything or
had anything to drink for almost two days now.  You wait here while I try
and find us something.  We'll be all right.  But, we're going to need
water, shelter, and food if we want to survive."

   "I will care for your things," Eumeh bowed to cover her shame.

   "I would rather you check our clothes," Jon chuckled.  "We might need
them.  If they are dry, wrap them tightly and put them away.  If not, let
the sun dry them first."

   "As you say, Zhu Jon," Eumeh bowed again.

   "Stay and rest," Jon ordered as he sat her gently on his coat.  "We must
work together if we wish to see your sister and my parents again."

   Nodding as she allowed him to push her down, Eumeh smiled and kept her
seat.  "Hurry back."

   Jon nodded and made his way through the sparsely wooded area.  He moved
quickly enough to still maintain silence.  If they were found by the
Japanese, or the Japanese organized bandits that were known to roam the
lands, Jon would be killed and she would be turned into a whore.  She had
no doubts of Jon's skills, or her own abilities, but she wasn't sure how
they would stand up against professional soldiers.

   Just over an hour later, Jon returned to find Eumeh huddled inside the
coat once more.  Stroking her hair gently, he watched with a smile as she
roused herself from sleep.

   "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," Jon laughed as he recalled her favorite
childhood book.

   Eumeh smiled as she beheld the fruits and berries he brought.

   "Goji," she said with a light laugh.  "You found water."

   Jon nodded as he began collecting their clothes from the bushes.  "And a
place to hide," he smiled as he looked down at her.  "The water these
plants come from is fed by an underground spring.  The spring originates
from a cave almost two hundred meters north of it.  And, yes.  Fresh water
means there were plenty of animal tracks."

   "Well done, Zhu Jon" Eumeh chuckled as juice from the goji rolled down
her chin.  "When do we leave?"

   "Only after you've eaten," he smiled.  "The fruit will give you the
strength to get to where we're going.  We don't need you passing out again.

   "It's not your fault," Jon said as he held up a hand to forestall her
apology.  "It could as easily have been me.  You were part of the bargain I
made with your father," Jon smiled as he hugged her to him.  "But, though
you were given no choice in that, didn't I teach you to read?  Didn't I
show you everything your father showed me?"

   "Yes, Zhu Jon," Eumeh smiled and hugged him tight.  "Though many others
are beaten or forced into prostitution houses or abandoned, you and your
family have treated us well."

   "Then trust me when I say that we are going to need each other's help,"
Jon said as he kissed the top of her head.

   "Are you going to expect me to do what my sister does for you in the
morning?" Eumeh asked softly.

   "If you will tell me why she started," Jon smiled.  "One day she just
came in and put me in her mouth."

   "When your mother caught you reading to me," Eumeh smiled.  "She told
Jiao how cute I looked sitting so close with you.  Some of the servants at
the market told her that boys like that and she was afraid you would force
me to do it."

   "Eumeh," Jon smiled.  "When we find your sister, remind me to be very
cross with her.  I would never force either of you to do anything. 
However, by her refusal to talk with me about it, she took the choice from
either of us."

   "That is my fault," Eumeh said very softly.  "I told her I thought you
were cute and she thought I would go to your bed."

   "If we get out of this and find your sister," Jon smiled.  "Remind me to
be very cross with you and your sister."

   "Yes, Zhu Jon," she nodded with a smile.  "What are your plans for us?"

   "If I'm correct," he sighed.  "This should be one of the Philippine
islands.  We will need to find the American forces stationed here.  My
father said that former General McArthur has a place here.  If we can get
there, he can arrange to have my father know where we are and arrange our
return to the States."

   "Let's get started then," Eumeh nodded as she swallowed the last of the
fruit.  Rising, he wiped her hands on her borrowed trousers before she
realized that she was standing on the legs.  Sitting back down, she rolled
them up so she could walk in them.

   Eumeh was surprised at the cave Jon had found.  It was large enough of
the inside for both of them, but the opening was barely large enough for
Jon's steamer trunks to fit through.  A full sized soldier in his gear
probably wouldn't be able to fit through.  Jon let her arrange the cave as
he went to set some snares and went about securing their location.  He knew
they would need to recover from their time in the ocean before they made
their way across this island.

   Jon found plenty of fallen sticks and limbs to sustain a fire through
the night.  Returning them to the cave, he wasn't surprised to see Eumeh
fastidiously cleaning and arranging their things.  She had always been
fastidious about her surroundings, even as a child.  Later, he brought back
more fruit and a rabbit.  Knowing she wouldn't appreciate him cleaning it
in her freshly cleaned cave, he found a spot away from the game trails

   The next morning, Jon awoke with a start.  Something was out of place.
Then he realized that Eumeh was under his coat.  Her hand and the warm
sensations on his cock let him know that she had been at it for some time
before he woke up.  Lifting his coat, he was shocked to see that she had
removed all her clothes before joining him.

   "My sister was right," Eumeh said as her mouth came off his member. 
"I've wanted this for a long time.  I would watch you sleep, sometimes. 
Even when others would try to hurt us, you always stood up for us.  Win or
lose after every fight, you always slept peacefully.  Jiao said it was
because you followed your heart and your honor.  As you got older, you
learned faster and lost fewer fights.  You never used that strength or
skill to intimidate or harass others.  You even helped the old cook who had
gangs threatening her daughter.  Many of the house women would have
accepted your invitation to lay in your bed.

   "I am happy that I get you first," Eumeh smiled as she straddled his
hips.  "I am happy that you are my first."

   Jon gasped as she dropped herself on his hard cock.  A sharp pain made
her wince as her hymen was burst before the head of Jon's cock was hitting
her cervix.

   As she held herself still, Eumeh began to smile down at Jon as her pussy
adjusted to his length and girth.  At just over seven inches, he wasn't the
most well-endowed man in the world.  But, combined with the thickness, he
would never have a problem pleasing a woman.  She began a slow rocking
motion that raised and lowered her pussy on his stiff cock while still
allowing forward and back motions.  The slow, gentle motions felt soothing
and exciting at the same time.  Jon's hand on her hip never forced her to
speed up as he allowed her to please both of them.  His other hand, he
lifted until he was playing with her small breasts until he was pinching
and pulling her tight nipples.  The extra stimulation seemed to force
another orgasm from her and she fell forward onto his chest.

   Jon held her tightly until she began to stir in his arms.  Pulling her
tight, he rolled her over with his cock still fully seated in her pussy. 
Pushing up with his hands, Jon began to push his cock into her faster and
faster as they both began rushing to a climax.

   As he began increasing his speed, Eumeh began hunching her hips up at
him.  She moaned in pleasure as the extra pressure on her clit continued to
raise her arousal and allowed an even deeper penetration.

   "So tight," Jon hissed as the constriction on his cock increased and the
pressure in his balls became overwhelming.  "I'm cumming."

   Eumeh's higher pitch scream joined his as her own orgasm ripped through
her.  Each shot of his cum seemed to increase her arousal and cause another
orgasm to rip through her.

   She wasn't sure how long she lay beneath him as they both came down from
their orgasm, or how long it took before his cock finally started to
deflate inside her.  After a while, she realized that Jon was looking down
into her eyes.  Leaning forward, he gave her a deep, passionate kiss as he
tried to let her know how he felt though he knew he didn't have to words to
explain it to either of them just yet.

   "That felt wonderful," he smiled gently down at her.  "Though I am a bit
surprised after our discussion last night."

   "I wanted it," Eumeh giggled.  "And it seemed that you enjoyed it as
much as I.  Jiao will be displeased that I was first, though.  So you must
promise to take care of her as well."

   "You want me to do this with your sister?" Jon said, confused.  "I
thought women always tried to control their men to keep them from sleeping
with other women."

   "My father explained that we were yours," Eumeh said after a moment. 
"He told us that you would use us for this.  He hoped that you would be
gentle because of your age.  He wanted us to go to America with you.  That
is why he would only accept you as a student if you took Jiao and I as your
servants, not your parents."

   Jon nodded after a moment.  He knew that westerners would never
understand some things about the way Asians thought.  Especially when it
came to their occasional disdain for having daughters rather than sons.  He
realized that she was right.  Jiao would be upset and insulted if he did
not use her body as frequently as he used Eumeh.

   "I will always care for you and your sister," Jon smiled as he saw the
grin spread on Eumeh's face.  "That thought pleases you.  I am happy that
you are pleased"

   Eumeh groaned as she felt Jon's cock hardening inside her.  Soon he was
once again pounding into her pussy.  She was riding the waves of her
orgasms and screaming as his hips pounded into her sensitive clit.  As he
had already cum once, he was in no rush to climax before he was ready.  He
stopped as he felt another orgasm rip through her and try to milk his cock.
Holding himself steady, he began to flex his abdominal muscles to make his
cock twitch inside her.  He smiled as this seemed to prolong her orgasm
from one to another to another until finally she calmed and could see him
looking down at her.

   "What?" Eumeh husked.

   "Some of the others had books that showed many positions," Jon smiled
down at her.  "I would like to try a few of them with you."

   "How would you like me," Eumeh smiled hungrily.

   "Roll over and get on your hands and knees," Jon replied.  "Spread your
legs so I can climb between them and put your shoulders on the ground."

   Eumeh complied and Jon slammed his cock into her.  She gasped as she
felt the first hard thrust.  She moaned as his balls slapped her clit and
the head of his cock slammed in to her cervix.  With one hand on her hips,
he began thrusting hard in and slowly out.  His other hand he used to reach
down to play with her nipples.  After a few thrusts, she began throwing her
hips back at him to increase the pressure and the pleasure.  Jon noticed
this and grabbed her other nipple.  The addition of pain to the pleasure
soon had her screaming another climax.  Two more orgasms followed before
she collapsed on the cave floor.  Rolling her onto her side, Jon lifted one
leg, lined his cock up with her quivering pussy and slid forward once more.

   Sliding in and out in this new position, Jon used one hand to pinch and
pull on her nipples, one after the other.  The other grabbed her by one
cheek of her ass.  As his slender finger brushed her anus, he felt her body
quiver and her pussy clamp down on him.  A deviant thought ran through his
head and he gave a silent chuckle.  Releasing her ass, he brought his hand
to her drenched pussy.  Fully lubricating his finger, he returned it to her
ass hole and began to rub it around her tight rosebud.  Four more times he
repeated this action as Eumeh moaned beneath him.  The fifth time, he
applied more pressure and his finger slid easily into her nether opening.
He loved the sensation as her pussy contracted and milked his prick as her
ass did the same to his finger.  He let her ride out her orgasm before he
began finger fucking her ass.  As she grew accustomed to it, he pulled his
finger out and lubricated another finger.  Again he slowly inserted his
digits inside her warm ass and began finger fucking her again even as his
cock slid in and out of her in a gentle motion.  He rode her through two
more orgasms as he came to insert a third finger into her anus.

   "Are you ready to feel my cock in your ass?" Jon whispered in her ear as
he ground his hips into her clit and his cock into her pussy.

   "Yes!" Eumeh screamed as another orgasm ripped through her.

   As her body spasmed, Jon quickly repositioned himself.  Removing his
fingers, he quickly slammed his cock up her ass.  He was fully inside her
by the time her orgasm finished.

   "Oh, God," Eumeh groaned.  "You're going to rip me in two."

   Holding her in place, Jon began caressing her body.  Using his fingers
to increase her arousal he soon had her moaning and began to finger her
pussy with two fingers using the other finger to bash into her clit.  As
she began to become accustomed to the cock in her ass, Jon began to drive
his cock in and out of her.  Soon, he was ramming away inside her and she
was screaming at him to cum with her.  She cried out in astonishment as the
strength of her orgasm surprised her when she felt his cum spurting rope
after rope inside her bowels.

   "That was nice," Eumeh sighed as Jon collapsed beside her.  Cradling
herself in the crook of his arm to lay on her head on his chest, she kissed
it tenderly.  "What made you think to try that?"

   "Simon had it in one of his magazines," Jon gave a slight shrug as he
slowed his heavy breathing.  "When I felt how your body responded when my
finger brushed your asshole, I thought you might like it."

   Moving cautiously, it took the two almost six weeks for Jon to lead
Eumeh out of the wilds to American occupied land.  Along the way, he came
across a few patrols.  For the most part, he could avoid them.  A few
times, they were too close.  He took the swords from the officers and the
personal effects of all the Japanese soldiers.  Military documents, he took
to give to the American troops.

   As he was being given a briefing on the morning's events, Douglas
McArthur felt his wife Jean stop and looked to see what had grabbed her
attention.

   "Sergeant," she said as she looked at the two young people sitting on
steamer trunks.  "Why do you have these children under guard?"

   "Pardon, Ma'am," the sergeant said as he snapped to attention.  "They
showed up at the gates and he said it was urgent that he meet with the
general.  Two of the guards tried to separate them and search their
luggage. He dropped them both with one foot before anyone could even point
a weapon at him."

   "Is that true, son?" General McArthur asked as he looked at the young
man.  "Did you drop two of my men?"

   "Yes, sir," Jon said rising.  "Those are my things.  More importantly, I
will drop any man who lays a hand on this lady.  She is under my
protection."

   "Douglas," his wife chided softly.  "Look at them.  They're obviously
hungry.  They could also use a bath with some soap."

   "What do you say, lad," General McArthur said as he looked at the young
man.

   "I'd rather talk with you first," Jon shrugged.  "We found some things
during our trip that would interest you and your men.  Afterwards, Ma'am,
yes.  Thank you.  We could use a bath, a bite to eat, and some place to
rest safely."

   "Do I know you, son," McArthur asked as he looked at Jon, trying to see
the boy beneath the imbedded grime.

   "My father is William Hawk," Jon shrugged.  "You've met him a few times
I understand."

   "Of course, McArthur said with a smile as this boy's riddle was solved.
"Your father showed me a picture.  I knew I had recognized you.  How is
your father?"

   "Well, I hope," Jon sighed.  "We were aboard the Niagara when it was
hit. Eumeh and I were knocked overboard.  I saw her sister knocked down the
stairs.  I saw the ship steaming off to get away.  I don't know what
happened to my parents or the ship after that."

   "She's making her way back to New Zealand," McArthur said after a
moment. "I sent what airplanes I had to escort her for as long as they
could.  I'm sorry.  I didn't know your father was aboard so didn't think to
ask what became of him.

   "Sergeant," McArthur continued as he turned to the guard.  "Would you
have my cook send up breakfast for two with extra orange juice and milk? 
Tell him I'd like a large bowl of scrambled eggs.  You kids can eat in my
office.  Afterwards, Jean will make sure you get a decent shower and some
clean clothes."

   As Jean McArthur sat Eumeh beside her, the young girl watched with a
possessive pride as Jon showed these professional soldiers all the things
he had taken from the Japanese soldiers.  Only a couple of things were new
to McArthur until Jon began pulling out the unit patches from his bag.

   Bringing out a map, McArthur called a couple of officers and one of his
Philippine guides and questioned Jon on where he had landed and where he
encountered the soldiers.

   "All right, Douglas," Jean said as the officers began repeating their
questions.  "It's time for these two to get something to eat."

   "Of course, Jean," General McArthur smiled at his wife.  "Thank you,
Gentlemen.  Scott, I'm going to need to find out the disposition of William
Hawk, his wife, and their Chinese servant.  Also, on the HMS Niagara"

   "Of course, Sir," his operations officer nodded.  "I'll have the message
sent within the hour."

   Jean McArthur watched as the two ate their fill.  She was repeatedly
filling their plates with eggs, sausage, hash brown potatoes, or toast and
their glasses with orange juice.  She, too, had questions.  Her family was
friendly with Jon's mother's family.  Though they firmly believed in public
service, she knew that Jon was the heir to the Forbes family.

   "Tell me, Jon," McArthur said as he saw Jon slow down.  "What is in the
trunks that you are protecting them so thoroughly?"

   "My clothes," Jon shrugged uncomfortably.  "Also, I have some weapons
her father gave me when we left China in that one.  I have clothes and
weapons from my Japanese teacher in the other.  That is how I was able to
best the Japanese I came across.  I took the swords from the Japanese
officers that carried them.  When this war is over, I will return them to
their families, along with the personal effects I retrieved."

   "An honorable choice," McArthur beamed down at the young man.  "No doubt
your parents are very proud of the man you are becoming."

   "Come," Jean said as she rose from the table.  "I'll take you two to get
cleaned up.  You will stay as our guests until Douglas can arrange to have
you sent to your parents."

   "Thank you," Jon said as he rose.  "Thank you for all your kindnesses."

   "Hush," Jean smiled at him as she grabbed Eumeh's arm as the young girl
stumbled as she tried to rise.  "We'll get you taken care of and you'll be
right in no time.  Next time Douglas and I are in New York, we will have
dinner with your parents and we will have a nice time remembering our time
here."

   "Yes, Ma'am," Jon smiled.
   To be continued.