Make his world crumble around him; he won't mind you are doing it 'lovingly';it is the softest way to destroy him. Each cut becomes deeper, deeper and he won't mind he was you're 'Nii-Nii', do you still call him that? Do you? The 'Nii-Nii' you known died long ago, back at the battle of Yashan, but now the person who you followed is now just a sacrificial lamb to those Europeans. But do you remember his name? Do you even remember who he is any more? He's been bleeding because of you, he's been starving him self, hurting him self, 'lovingly' killing him self just for you; your own pleasure. He been wasting his life away, tearing each part of him apart, letting his head fall to the floor, letting him self brake – snap but 'beautifully'. But don't you think that he's tired of begging for what he wants, do you think every time he see's you he see's red? He must be tired of seeing you're face, tired of begging, tired of praying for hope, tired of sleeping like a dog on the floor, tired of the whole world and tired of his friends 'allies' treating him like a slave , a guttersnipe, a pauper.

But thanks to you he's unsettled, losing too many screws. You broke his wings, his freedom; you cut him deeper and deeper. Even if it reaches his heart, even if it pierces his heart, he will not die, and we both know it and why he won't die. You are here to break him 'lovingly', 'beautifully', 'bluntly' and possibly with zealously. We all know you adore him, wanting to keep him locked up in a cage like a little blue bird making him sing for his supper; till he won't sing any more. You will leave him that how you break him. But you enjoy seeing him in pain how beautiful he looks with his face soaked with fresh blood his own or some one else's. The pain he call's 'love' does not exist in his mind, he gave up on it long ago. Don't you think he is tired of thinking with his heart that he wants to throw it away one piece at a time and would start to think with his head? We all know why he likes this, why you want to do this. You are that person who wants to listen to his heart but is too busy listening to his mind you must be scared.

A terrified little lamb that lost his mother and is trying to find his way home, you poor little thing you'll soon be fed to that German the man who knows how to break the strongest souls. And his brother the one who vanished in to fin air he'll haunt you and destroy every inch of you're life, do you want that? Oh, you must be wondering who I am, well, I am the voice who will lead the way, or I say 'the one who would break you gently'. Well I must be leaving, the story is about begin, make sure you keep sane, but I want to stay and talk longer, I can do that. Oh, don't speak this is all a dream everything around us is the darkness of you're heart.

Why do you hurt the one you love? He must be tired of falling to the ground covered in his own blood, tired of you. Oh, hush you'll vanish if you carry one being like that; well I hope you get what you want, in the end nothing matters only if you live a good life. We will see it your own choices, you will fail any way die a quick, messy and painful death by a metal bullet dancing though you're brain. Isn't that a wonderful way to die? It better then having stones thrown at you or getting hit by a train, I won't tell you who shot you but you will find out in the end.

The story will now begin, good luck Kiku, you will need it.