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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2015 0:07:46 GMT -5
Nighttime.
The fragrant flora wafted over him and he listened to the rush of water in the fountain. Kiku laid, splayed on the veranda and his eyes stared above him into the man-made canopy. His fevers had passed, his pain had passed, and though he still remembered it, he was no longer bound. Not physically, at least.
He was still bandaged, but at on the outside he was once more fine. That was nothing compared to the inside.
He dressed in clothing China had provided him, a mirror of the other Asian’s usual garb down to the red fabric. He was picking at the fastens as he let his gaze trail away to first the courtyard China’s room overlooked. He stifled the memories there. Yet when his brown eyes beheld the moon, a deeper ache rattled in his heart. His chest hurt and his throat began to burn. Then came the tears.
He remembered the discussion so long ago, right before he’d left to be on his own where he had Yao had argued about what was in the moon. It was rabbits making mochi, but that had been such a peaceful time. He wanted the peaceful times back. Times where he and China, though taking care of their own respective people, didn’t have war at the door. He’d only had a problem with Russia, not with China. Yao knew that.
He should have known that.
Kiku turned on his side and stared into the darkened yard and wiped away his tears as he felt the box within his soul rattle. He could almost hear the chains straining, the muffled roars of a time sixty-years ago. A time when he began not just Japan. He’d been an Empire, he’d been bloodthirsty, devastating. He’d been callous then and his sword had drank of the blood of his foes. He’d made their cries his lullaby.
He shut his eyes against the fury that pounded against the door to his heart. He stared at the darkness and clenched his fists. He could hear screaming. It was his own inner anguish, rage. He had started simmering and there was no telling how long it would take for him to reach a boil. It was then that two things occurred. The air picked up and ruffled his hair and he heard footsteps behind him.
He turned his head and he saw China.
“Nǐ hǎo,” he whispered.
Very soon.
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Post by China - Wang Yao on Jul 31, 2015 23:02:24 GMT -5
China was quite proud of his back yard. His meditation garden was his favorite place in his entire home to stay. Japan and him used to often sit outside, so when he couldn’t find him inside the house he went to the meditation garden to find him. They would often sit out on the porch and look up at the stars. China remembered explaining the stars to him and how everything in the universe worked. Japan seemed so interested then, how times had changed. Now most nights he found himself there alone.
He walked outside to find Japan laying on the veranda. His eyes were starward as he expected them to be. “Little Kiku Little Kiku count the stars.” He said softly as he came out to sit beside him. “’There are too many!’ Little Kiku said. No Little Kiku count the stars that shine. They shine for you and give their light to the rabbits making Mashu, to make it sweet. As sweet as you.” He smiled as he recited the poem he used to tell him and leaned over him.
He brushed back Kiku’s hair and let it fall back around his hallowed eyes. Japan always seemed to be far off from him no matter how close to home he was. He really wished he could make him stay forever but Japan always found a way to leave him and break his heart. Why couldn’t he just see that he loved him and only wanted what was best for him. He had tried many times to explain that the countries around him were bad for him….and America….America was poison for him.
Just thinking about the name America or Alfred began to boil his blood. Don’t get him wrong, he enjoyed Alfred spending his money and the trade that they had previous made things very easy for him but it would never change that Yao despised the way he lived. The man was wasteful and selfish. He knew nothing about how to uphold peace and harmony just how to turn the world into a police force for him. Yao wanted no part of it and he didn’t want to see Kiku fall under his spell….But it had already happened.
Japan had already fallen to the west and there was little he could do about it.
But he was still going to try.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 23:03:34 GMT -5
China’s mediation garden had been his favorite place when he’d lived with China. He still loved it. He still loved China’s house. How many times had he tried to explain to Yao that he still wanted to come and sit outside with him and stare at the stars? He’d attempted to tell him countless times how much he enjoyed it. How much he still wanted to do it. He still found interest in listening to Yao, but he had a country to oversee. His people needed him. He couldn’t be here anymore.
The want was always there, but the time was not. He had responsibilities now.
His eyes may have moved to Yao’s when he heard him and he may have greeted him, but that was all. Soon enough he was back to staring at the dark sky and it’s twinkling stars. His face remained neutral while inside he wanted nothing more than stiffen and cringe at the poem. Yao didn’t understand anything. Didn’t understand that he wanted nothing warlike to do with him. He didn’t want to lash out at him.
Kiku stared up into Yao’s eyes, and yes he was far away. He was faraway imagining the times before this war, before any war. Yao didn’t see that Japan wanted to come home, would love nothing more, but he wasn’t going to be threatened or told to come home. He had responsibilities now. He had no want to break China’s heart. If things could be how he wanted, he’d stay with Yao for long periods of time. He didn’t even mind being asked to come home. He wanted to spend time with Yao, but then Yao had to go and shoot him. He turned his gaze away from China, ignoring as the other nation swept away his bangs.
There were not thoughts of the West in Japan’s head. There was only a static that made him close his eyes and wish it away. Wish everything away. He reached up and took China’s hand and pushed it away.
“I wanted a peace treaty with you,” he told him. “I wanted a treaty and I would have pulled my troops away from fighting yours.” He looked him square in the eyes. “You often think I want to fight you, but I do not. I do not want to fight my family, and I especially do not want to fight you. I do not wish to fight anyone.” His hand fell away from Yao’s. “Still you shot me thinking I wanted nothing more than war. I have not wanted to see war for decades. I still feel the pain of America’s atomic bombs.” He sighed and folded his arms back. Once more his eyes leapt to the stars.
They shine for you and give their light to the rabbits making Mashu, to make it sweet. As sweet as you.
He blinked away tears. Why could Yao not see?
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Post by China - Wang Yao on Jun 14, 2016 16:27:25 GMT -5
China listened to Japan silently and he let him finish speaking completely. Oh his sweet child, he was so misguided. If he didn’t want to fight him then why had he been fighting him consistently for as long as Japan had been rebelling against him. He was a child still and a lost child at that. Sometimes China wished he could just reverse everything and have him as when he first met him once more. If he could just have him back as his sweet little Kiku again with those full cheeks and empty eyes he would make everything right. He would make sure that whatever he did wrong last time to have him end up like this he would correct.
But that was looking in a past that would never happen and a future that would never be. Right now he had the past that he had with Kiku and there was nothing he could do to change it. He sighed again as Japan’s hand left him and he once again strayed away from all of Chinese real views and thoughts. Wanting war with him couldn’t have been further from the truth.
“I don’t expect you to understand my reasons for doing what I did Kiku. I wish you could see that you are the moon to me. .” He gazed up at the moon and tried to think of a way that he could word it to him so it would finally click, but he’d said it all before. Kiku didn’t understand because Kiku didn’t want to understand. He wanted to be apart of a world that was bad for him. Worst of all he knew he wanted to be accepted by that world and he did horrible things to try and fit in. “All I want is peace and harmony for all of us. I never wanted a war.” he said again with a heavy sigh and then reached over to Kiku and petted his hair back. How could he make him understand?
His fingers threaded into Kiku’s hair and pulled it out of his eyes and away from his face. “I don’t know how much you feel anymore. You say you feel the pain of bombs, yet he is your companion…Do not try to fool me Kiku, you are a friend to the west and the west is not a friend of mine.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2016 18:18:52 GMT -5
“Keep your friends close, your enemies closer,” Kiku said. He did not pull away from Yao’s artful fingers in his hair. His eyes still glistened in the tears he held there, trying to keep from falling. He didn’t look at Yao, however. He couldn’t. He feared if he did his battle over his emotions would be lost. Instead he reached up towards the sky. “I do not take you for a fool and if you believe such of me, that is not on my hands. Do you wish for me to tell you the story of all I suffered in the wake of that day? The sixth of August, 1945? How I was drug to Saigon blistered to answer for my war crimes? How the fever brought hideous hallucinations? The nausea? The vomiting? The blood that would leak from my eyes and nose?”
He took a shuddering breath and when his eyes refocused they were on Yao’s, tears tumbling down his cheeks. “He…He dropped those bombs on me. He knew what they would do…And yet, did I not deserve them, Yao-kun? If not for what I did to him, for what I did to you? Did I not deserve such torment? And when the dust settled…when the death counts finally found, who was there to help me? It was him. No one came to my aid in the wake of War World II…” He turned into his hand and smiled as if in pain. “I am not a fool; it was his plan to indebt me to him. To nurse me and watch me, to be sure I owed him.” He shut his eyes. “I have only done what I thought would bring my nation peace. I wanted to avoid another war.” He went silent a few moments before he took China’s hand into his own. He sandwiched it between his two hands.
China’s hand had always been bigger than his. Longer fingers. Beautiful fingers that when he had been a child would glide through his hair while Yao sang softly in Chinese. “For as long as I remember all I wanted was your approval. I’ve been trying to get close to you again. I miss you, Yao-kun. I don't want to fight. I haven't for a very long time. Especially not you.” He slowly sat up, his hands still cradling Yao’s. He removed one hand and unfastened his attire just enough to slide Yao’s hand to his heart. “If I am your moon than you are the dark glittering sky that blankets me. I trust no one. It would take so little for any one of the West to turn on me. I want to float on my island, surrounded by the sea. I want peace and harmony much as you, not war. Have I not watched countries countless times before now and turned away?”
He squeezed his hand. “What is friendship? I would turn in on myself if my harbors were no longer attacked. If my people could have their peace. You say you wanted no war, then where were you when I was attacked unprovoked, Yao-kun? Where were you when my people died? I don’t want China, I want Yao…I want my Yao-kun.”
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