I love some good East Asia angst! :D Here's another one! I really wanted to try this idea, I saw one with the 'blinded' theory that was about America, Canada, and England, so I wanted to give it a shot.
But naturally, I used Japan instead!
Because he's just so much fun to mess with and read about being messed with! He may be a little OOC, I've never written from his point of voice before, but I wanted to try something of a challenge. Well, please enjoy!
Considering all things...
I thought as I sat on the porch of my home, I knew my empty chocolate brown eyes were looking the same as they always had, staring out at the forest around my home.
Who would ever notice my eyes were a fraction duller?
I could have been far worse injured. I deserved this pain and punishment for my crimes. I feel no ill will towards America, or any of the other Allies. I have no urge, nor any right, to fill resentful towards them. Yet, I recall when I first was pulled into this world of darkness, that I would always feel a, pang, whenever America's cheerful voice filled my ears. Whenever England would grumble misgivings about America or France to me. I would fill so filled with the need to stand, slam my palms down and scream the truth out. To here their apology.
I reached to the side and picked up my teacup.
Who would have ever noticed that I whiffed my first attempt at the glass?
My eyes, I am told, look no different, only my doctor and my boss know of this...condition. I fear what other superpowers would do if they every found out, they could try to take advantage of me. Advantage of the fact that my world is built of darkness.
I set my teacup back down, careful not to set it on an uneven surface.
Who would have ever noticed how my hand lingered on the glass a moment longer to make sure it would not topple?
I have not told anyone. Even nations I trust as close friends, even if our national standards are high and low. Not even my family has noticed. My remaining at home for a few years after the war for nothing but expected of someone like me, who had only recently come out of isolationism. I do not want any to know. For reasons I feel are valid. But still, I feel so empty, so lonely, whenever the others begin the laugh. Be it at an amusing picture, or at a humorous program on television. I am forced to smile, to pretend I understand the joke. To pretend, to put up the illusion, that color still graces my eyes. That shapes and light are still something I see everyday.
My sightless brown eyes looked out at the cherry blossoms I knew were blooming in colors of vivid pink. I know I once took it all for granted, they face that I could looked out my window, and see the cherry blossoms blooming, see the pedals drifting in the wind. I regret not swallowing up all the shapes, all the colors, how bright the sky was blue, how gorgeous my lands are in full bloom. I would have spent all my time watching, letting my eyes roam, if I knew it was a sight I would never see again.
I'm blind, that is true. Not only that but I have no one to ask for help should I need it. But I will not let it stop me. I have survived August 6th and 9th, 1945. I have survived 70 years without anyone discovering my secret. No one knows any difference, the war is behind us. Far, far behind us. Another page in world history that I have seen penned, just as I have seen other pages written over thousands of years. Now I, the personification of the nation of Japan, if not literally, at least figuratively, am looking towards the future.
The world summit meeting hall.
"Ciao Japan!"
I picked up the sound of sprinting footsteps and the whiff of garlic and tomatoes, also a slight hint of acrylic, telling me my friend had been painting. As if the greeting weren't obvious as to who my attacker was.
"Greetings, Italy-kun." I said turning in his direction, I could tell by his running feet.
I winced when he pounced on me in a hug.
"Imbecile! Get off of him!" Italy was ripped off me a moment later by another who smelt of wurst and the slight cling of beer and dogs.
"Greetings, Germany-san." I said, turning my eyes up in his direction and bowing.
"Japan." He said stiffly.
After some pointless, yet endearing, small talk, the three of us turned towards the meeting hall, I allowed Italy to rush ahead.
He opened the door and held it open for me, I entered and made my way to my chair, counting in my head my footsteps. I had learned that, so long as I took measured steps all the time, I could easily memorize how to get to certain places outside my home.
I settled into my chair and laid out my notes, though I never used them, my boss normally wrote them for me, to carry in so to seem as though I was reading them.
It had worked so far.
I waited as the room filled, offering a greeting to any who said hello to me.
"Sup, Japan!"
"Greetings, America-san." I said, nodding in his direction as I heard him collapse into his chair near the head of the table, I heard twin thunks and winced.
"America-san, please take your feet down off the table, it is not proper manners."
"Oh, yeah, sorry." Two more thunks told me he'd obeyed me.
"Another meeting...how fun."
"Greetings, Switzerland-san." I said, nodding in the direction the less then enthusiastic voice had come from.
"Japan." That was the most pleasant greeting I'd gotten from him so far. Nothing about beating me with a peace prize, or, how did he say? I believe is was me needing to 'Man up'?
"Hey, Japan..." A laid back voice seeming to be in slow motion called.
"Greetings, Greece-san." I said, nodding to him ask well.
"Good afternoon, Japan, doing well?"
"Yes, England-san, thank you, and you?" I replied politely.
"Quite fine, but I'm sure these idiots will change that." The british man replied as he sat down at my side, I gave a small humored hum in response. I had Italy to my left and Britain to my right, at least one of them was level headed.
The meeting started up, and the usual angry retorts, speeches, ridiculous suggestions, and fist fights broke out aplenty.
My ears were aching, and soon my head would be too, I really had to remember to start packing some Advil in my briefcase.
Or, perhaps, some earplugs.
As usual, I focused my useless eyes in some distant corner and focused on my hearing, whenever America suggested anything, no matter how pointless, redundant, or downright insane, I would speak.
"I agree with America-san."
And that was it, as usual, I never spoke much at meetings, but it was necessary for me to attend. The meetings always put me on edge, worry of someone realizing my disability plagued me. If it were ever discovered, I couldn't imagine the scandal or the danger.
'Japan is blind, can you believe that Japan is blind?' or 'We can't trust him with anything anymore. We need to coddle him and protect him.' Or what I truly fear, 'Japan is blind, this is our chance, we should attack him, we can overpower him!'
I let out a slow breath.
Did you hear? Japan is blind. No one will ever believe it, but Japan is blind.
No need to worry, I wasn't going to be discovered. Never would, I was far to good at playing this game by now.
"Hey, Japan, bro, what do you think of this chart I made?"
Oh Kami.
Moving quickly, I leaned forward and began to 'read' some of my notes, putting a look of extreme concern on my face.
"I-I do believe I have the wrong notes. I apologize, America-san, I'll be back."
With this, I stood and left the meeting hall, the moment I was out the door, i took off running. Sprinting down the halls, I could hear the echo of my footsteps.
One two three four five six, door.
I reached out and seized the door handle, pulling it open and stepping outside
One two three four five six seven eight, gate.
I reached the gate and moved quickly to my car, knocking on the bad door, my driver, who waited in the tinted windowed vehicle since, no matter how good I was with my hearing or sense of smell or touch, there was no way on earth I could ever drive. He unlocked the door for me, I reached in and took out the proper notes for the meeting, seizing the first stack of paper that I could find. I always did this, it was a back up in case someone ever asked me to look at something.
I took the notes and walked far slower back up towards the meeting hall, by the time I arrived, the issue over the chart had been resolved, and there was no longer a need for me to look at or read anything.
The rest of the meeting passed peacefully, and as soon as it ended, I left quickly.
Not quickly enough.
Before I could get all the way out the door behind the rest of the nations, someone seized my arm.
The scent of hamburgers and slight outdoors type odor made it all to obvious.
"America-san? What do you need?" I asked stiffly, turning to him as the rest of the nations filed out. We were alone. Just the two of us. A situation I absolutely loathed and had done my best for seventy years never to get into.
"Dude, I wanted to ask you about this chart I made, c'mon, what do you think?"
He raised up the chart, I heard the rustling of paper.
I was internally mourning that I hadn't full out sprinted from the meeting room as I squinted fruitlessly into my dark world.
It was no use.
The doctor said it was permanent, baka. You'll ever see again, and squinting certainly will not help anything. You have to say something or he will only get suspicious!
I gritted my teeth and shot in the dark.
"It's...very nice, America-san, well done."
"Thanks dude, I knew you'd like it! I used the style of your anime dudes in it! It's my new version of the Super Hero Global Man! You remember him, right?" I could envision him flailing his arms joyously, and could hear him doing so, his jacket tail flapping like he were about to take flight.
I couldn't help feeling like I'd just dodged a bullet, I'd guessed right, said the right thing.
"Hai, I remember him. The...ah...genetically engineered super hero, correct?" I did indeed recall him talking about that some time ago.
"That's totes it, dude, so glad you remembered, no else did! Bummer, I wish you hadn't had to run off to get your notes during my presenta...Japan?"
"Nani?"
"Why do you have a bunch of blank papers instead of notes?"
"Nani!?" I demanded, much more horrified as I looked down at the papers.
My eyes still saw nothing but darkness.
"I-I...I do not know. I must have been in a rush and grabbed the wrong papers." I said simply, praying he'd buy it.
America may have been happy go lucky, but he wasn't an idiot.
"Dude, that's not like you. Are you alright? You've been awful jumpy today."
I chewed my bottom lip, I felt like I was cornered. Either I made up an excuse that was believable, or I told him the truth.
I went with something even I thought was totally insane.
"I am having difficulty seeing, America-san."
Total silence. Why had I just said that? Difficulty? Did my situation even count as a difficulty?
Then laughter filled the air.
"Yeah, man, I know how you feel, I get like that sometimes, thats the reason for good old 'Texas' here." He chuckled, I could envision him pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"H-Hai. Well, I think I'll go home, perhaps take a brief rest." I was backpedalling quickly, while there was still a chance I could get away without being caught.
"You do that, my brother, don't want you grabbing the wrong papers again! Later!"
"Goodbye!"
I slid from the door and was off again.
One two three four five...
Before I could reach six, I slammed into something.
"Aii-yah!"
Luck just isn't on my side today, is it?
I though desperately as I sat up, I'd been knocked flat on my back, and so had the person I'd charged into.
"Japan! What was that? I saw you coming from the door to the meeting room! You have been so clumsy lately, you know? Seriously, aru! What are you? Blind?"
Now that...that hit home hard.
I gritted my teeth and found myself dry of all reasoning.
How dare he say such a thing to me? How would he even know? Why would he even look close enough to notice!? Close enough to see the way my hand lingers on my cup? To see the way I stare so blankly, without any hint of recognition of reaction? To ask why it is that my eyes are no longer bright! Why they are no longer alight and curious like they were when I so young? When I looked up at you, thinking I could always count on you to understand me!?
"So what if I am! Would anyone notice? Would anyone care? Who would care if I was blind, YOU?" I barked, coming to a stand.
My hands were fisted and I felt heat in my eyes, I realized that tears of rage were brimming in my eyelids.
"Kiku..." I heard him begin, still sitting on the floor in shock.
Don't 'Kiku' me!
I pushed forward, dodging around him, taking my sixth step and fumbling for the doorknob. I whiffed it on the first two attempts before clutching it tightly and ripping the door open.
I took off up the sidewalk, hands fisted, struggling to maintain my calm demeanor.
Never mind that, I was struggled to regain my calm demeanor.
I arrived at my car and knocked twice on the door.
The driver behind the tinted windows opened the back door and I leapt in, allowing myself to be whisked away.
I buckled my seatbelt and leaned forward with my elbows on my knees, covering my face in my hands. Warm tears flowed through the cracked in between them. Cracks I supposed light was pouring through, though I was unable to tell. I was, at the moment, happy that my car was built with the drivers cab and back passenger seats separate. I leaned back in my seat, arms slumming limply to my sides, and let out a choked breath.
Had I just spilled my secret to the last person I'd ever wanted to admit it to?
Japan's home.
I was inside, I'd gone into my isolation mode, my blanket dragged over my head, curled up in the corner, fingers skimming through a book in Braille.
All the lights were out, why would I bother to turn them on? I didn't need them.
It has been two days since the meeting, I know he'll come. He'll come any day know, demanding answers.
I feel like I jinx myself sometimes, for the exact moment this thought came through my mind, there was a knock at the door.
I groaned and came to a stand, retying my blue kimono.
I smoothed my hair, which was surely a mess, and walked towards the door, trying to swallow the dread in my throat.
I unlocked it and waited, there it was, the scent of homemade dumplings, the scent I always associated with him, even before those bombs cost me my sight.
"China." I greeted.
"I remember when you used to call me Gege or Onii-san like the others, aru."
I could imagine him pouting, arms crossed with his overly long sleeves dangling.
"Please, come in."
My hands slid across the wall, easily finding the light switch for the hallway. It was still day, but the hallway was on one of the areas of my home that needed lighting at any point in the day.
At least, that was how I remembered it, though my memory of what things look like has become more and more distorted over the years.
"Thank you, aru."
He came in and slipped off his shoes, I forced a polite smile as I walked down my hall and into my kitchen, switching on the lights though I no need or use for them.
"Would you care for some tea?" I asked, already reaching for the kettle. My entire kitchen was immaculately organized, I'd memorized the lay out, so that I didn't have to depend on another to cook for me, I'd put my foot down on that front less then a year after my injury.
"Kiku, you know why I'm here."
Human name. Lovely. He's serious.
I focused my eyes in his general direction and exhaled slowly, hoping I didn't look to nervous.
"No, I'm afraid I don't, if it's because I ran into you at the meeting, I deeply apologize. I was not watching where I was going and was in quite the rush."
"Kiku, you said you were blind, aru."
My mind instantly conjured the image of the older brother of my youth, standing above me when I was small with his arms crossed, one foot tapping as he demanded an answer for a shattered vase or a torn scroll.
"Kiku?" He repeated.
"I do not recall saying I was blind." I replied levelheadedly. This was true, I had never spoken those three words I had forbidden to ever let leave my mouth.
"You ran into me, I joked that you were blind, you seemed to get even angrier and yelled at me, which was very unlike you I might add, then you bolted, aru. Why?"
I shook my head.
"As I said before, I deeply apologize for any offense, I was not in the best of moods and was in a very large rush, so I may of said some things that were untrue."
China sighed deeply, I heard him emptying the air from his lungs.
"Fine."
For a moment he let me believe I was off the hook.
"Then prove it. What color is this?"
I knew he was holding up something, some sort of paper, I heard it crinkle when he pulled it from his pocket.
I winced, cornered again.
No lie would suffice for this, no time of excuse for why I could not determine the color.
I prayed that my shot in the dark would hit it's target.
"Clearly red."
I said, hoping that the older would select his favorite color as a demonstration.
"Kiku, this is a menu for Chinese take out, aru. It's green and gold and white. Not red." China reprimanded.
I was caught. No longer cornered, no long hiding, but caught, caught without any escape.
I averted my eyes to a far away corner.
"So I haven't been seeing well lately." I admitted, never detailing exactly how long 'lately' was.
He stepped closer, I unwillingly lifted my gaze up to his face. Where I was guessing his face was.
I was off.
"Kiku, why are you staring at my chest?"
I winced and lifted my gaze higher.
"Kiku, are you blind, aru?"
"I have been having some difficulty with judging the..."
"Kiku!" The shout startled me into stopping my attempt at an explanation.
"Are. You. Blind?" Slower, no way for me to misinterpret it.
My eyes were burning, burning just like they were all those years ago when the last thing I saw was a mushroom cloud blossoming full in the sky above the city, before everything faded to gray, and finally into the unrelenting blackness.
I gritted my teeth, I knew this heat was different, it could not be compared to the agony I had felt on that day, but the heat had it's effects. I felt something slipping down my cheeks. Realized that even if my eyes were blind, they could still cry tears. Crying for the second time this week, what kind of weakling had I become?
"Hai."
The word was like an arrow dragged from a horrible wound. Painful to say, before relief flooded in.
The hiding is over. Someone knows, no more coping alone. He knows.
Now that it had been confirmed, I heard a shaky gasp from China, then I was enveloped by long silky sleeves.
"How long, aru?" He whispered.
I couldn't believe myself as I returned the hug, returned the embrace, it felt nice to have someone comfort me, I hadn't had anyone for hours after I'd first suffered, the first moment I'd opened my eyes and been met with endless darkness. Even after that, having my citizens, or my doctor, comfort me with words they hoped would be helpful. With gentle pats on the back, or even on the rarest occasion, a hug. It could never be compared to being held tightly in my big brothers arms. Someone I could remember running too when I'd been hurt many centuries before. It gave me the feeling that everything would be alright, a sort of closure.
"I don't want too..."
"How long? What was it?" He repeated. His voice was firm, yet still kind at the same time.
I gently pulled away from him, then I let my feet carry me around into my living room, through the hall, not bothering with lights. China didn't flick them on, he continued into the room behind me.
I sat down on the pillows and he sat next to me, and that was when I felt my chest beginning to seize.
Uneven breaths were coming short and fast, I covered my face with my hands. I didn't want him staring at my useless, sightless, pointless, dull eyes.
He knows. He knows. He knows and he'll tell the entire world! He knows.
It was like a death sentence. I couldn't hide myself behind excuses and sidestepped questions anymore.
"Kiku."
I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"How long?"
"August 9th, 1945." I gave up the date.
I felt China's grip on my shoulder tighten, I heard him let out a very slow breath as he tried to stay calm.
"You've been blind...for seventy years, aru?" He asked.
I could hear the strain in his voice, he didn't want to believe it.
Perhaps he will care.
"Hai. I hid it best I could. I was afraid of other superpowers taking advantage of my disability."
I believe him hearing me call it a disability was what set him off.
"America did this." An angry hiss. I lifted my head.
"It's his fault. He stole your sight! That war was horrible, you and me and him all did horrible things! But you didn't want all of those things, I know you didn't. You had no choice but to do as they said. And he took your sight for it!"
I winced as I heard the swiping of his sleeves as he flailed his arms in the air. I didn't bother pushing him away, instead I put my hand up, and for the first time I could remember, groped blindly with a single hand. I knew he was staring at me until I finally found his arm, once I did I moved my hand onto his own.
"He did not know that would occur." I said quickly.
"Your defending him!? You've been suffering in darkness for seventy years and your defending the one who did this to you?" He demanded.
I sightlessly gazed in straight forward, I knew from memory that China was only just barely taller then me, so I aimed my eyes as close to his own as I could.
"Kiku...I don't understand. They look the same, aru." He said.
I blinked.
"I know that. My doctor said they are only a fraction duller then they were before. But they've lost that light. The light that showed I was looking, that I could see you. I wish I could see you." I didn't know where the words were coming from.
"She said that the reason I can't see is because instead of refracting light, my eyes are absorbing light now. No refraction means no vision." I explained, putting it in simple terms, my grip on his hand tightened.
'We've tried to get them fixed, but even todays technology can do nothing. It is permanent, because the pain of the bombings will never truly fade. It will never be forgotten. My sight will never return."
I get the feeling Yao nodded before recalling that I couldn't see him doing so, and hurriedly saying.
"I understand now, aru."
I leaned back.
"So no one ever suspected?" I could not resist asking.
"Never. I certainly did not, aru. Though Hong Kong did insist you were acting a bit strange early on, we all blew it off."
"So Hong Kong could tell. He was always the observant one." I hummed.
After a few moments left in silence, I heard.
"I'm going to punch America in the gut at the next meeting, aru."
"Please do not."
"I'll blame it on him having not paid me back yet."
"Please do not."
"I'm going to. Then I'll kick him in the shins, a few times for good measure."
"Please do not."
China let out a sigh and leaned back into the pillows.
"I don't get this, though. Your so calm, aru."
"China, it has been seventy years since the last time color came into my world of black. There's nothing to gain from me mourning it. Those two cities are my eyes. Like your hair is the great wall, and America's glasses are Texas, and Italy's hair curl is the border between himself and Romano."
"Really, aru?"
"I don't know, I just assume that's what it is. Such a big curl has to represent something, right?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
"I think...you should tell the others, aru."
"Nani? Why?" I asked, instantly on defense.
"Please, you cannot tell anyone else, especially not America-san, or anyone for that matter, if you do they may try to take advantage of it and..."
"Kiku, calm down. If you ever tell America or not is your decision. I meant your other siblings. Li Xiang, Mei Mei, Hyung Soo and Yong Soo, aru."
"Why?" I deadpanned.
"You've been avoiding us for decades, aru." China reminded.
"I have. Because you all know me too well, you would have found out."
I countered, yet I found myself considering the idea.
Having someone you could ask for help would be nice, going to new places is difficult for me, always has been, perhaps...
"Maybe, we shall see." I ruled finally, I could hear Yao groan.
"You always say that, aru! Give me an answer, here and now."
I chewed my lip, something that was becoming a bad habit of mine, and finally spoke, after crossing my arms.
"I don't trust Yong Soo with a secret as far I could throw him. I trust Hyung Soo and Mei Mei, I know they can keep secrets, I have enough material to blackmail Li Xiang into keeping his mouth shut."
"What?"
"Nothing." I said quickly.
"Thats it, lets go, aru! I am taking control!" China exclaimed as he stood up and seized me by the wrist."
"Out the door to my house, aru!" Yao declared.
"I am not even dressed!" I hurried to point out.
China released my wrist and I turned and took my measured steps to the stairs, I counted the amount of stairs I had stepped up and went into my room. I reached my closet and felt my way through my well organized clothes, searching for my usual clothes.
What will I say, how do you tell your siblings you've been blinded and have been hiding it from them? Do I just come out and say it? No, then they'll all laugh and think I'm kidding. Do I lead up to it? "You all remember the time I was bombed, right?' of course that will work out so well. I will have to discuss this with China on the way, but I honestly still don't even want to believe I've been exposed, after so long trying to hide it, one little slip up, and I'll have to face them.
I dressed in my white uniform and exited my room. So much for a few weeks in peaceful isolation. I walked down a few stairs, then froze.
Forgot to count.
I cursed in my head.
"Kiku, you ok, aru?"
"I forgot to count." I repeated this aloud.
"What do you mean, aru?"
I rolled my unseeing eyes, no big deal, I insisted.
I made my way confidently down the rest of the staircase, but then I stepped as it there was another stair only for my foot to meet the even floor.
I nearly tripped but caught myself on the wall.
"Kiku!" Yao stepped forward and took my arm.
"I'm fine." I insisted, pulling my arm away.
As we walked out the door, I felt his eyes on me, and spoke finally.
"Why are you scrutinizing my every step?"
"Because, now that I know your blind, I'm amazing you can get around so easily, aru."
"Oh." I said shortly.
We got into Yao's car, I knew he was going to infuse his nation speed into it so we wouldn't literally have to drive across the ocean waters separating myself from his place.
As we drove, he asked me.
"How do you do it?"
"Do what?" I asked politely, my hands were folded calmly in my lap, and I was still trying to dream up the proper way of speaking to my family.
"Walk."
I felt the incredible urge to be a smart ass and say something like.
"Well first I put one foot forward, then the other one, and then the other one goes in front of that one, and then I'm walking.'
But my natural affinity to being polite over rude won out.
"I count my steps. I always step the exact same length when I walk, and I count how many steps it takes me to get from one place to another. I memorize the amount of steps to a door, or up the stairs, or anything else. But occasionally, especially when my mind is preoccupied..."
"You forget to count, aru." He finished, thinking back to my near tumble down the stairs.
"Hai."
I could yet again tell Yao had nodded before remembering I couldn't see him and saying.
"I get it."
Far to soon the blurs of blue of gray outside the windows morphed to bamboo forests and oriental homes, the same place I'd grown up.
Did I see any of this? Clearly not, this is merely the image that was produced in my mind as we slowed to a halt. I could remember riding in nation speed before.
I stepped out of the car and inwardly realized I'd not been to this house in years. Though I recalled the walkway to the door quite clearly in my mind, I didn't have the foggiest idea of how many paces it would take for me to make it there.
My cheeks burned, and a nearly began to chew my lip again.
Never the one to ask for help, especially from Yao, who I knew would be more then willing to assist me, I started up the path towards the door.
I knew that the path was winding, and if memory served there was a slight bend coming up.
The bend came sooner then I anticipated and my foot caught on the lip.
"Kiku!"
I stumbled forward, catching myself with the other foot, hunched over slightly with my hands thrown out in front of me.
"I...I have not been here in a very long time." I said simply.
China knew this was as close as I would ever come to asking for help.
I hate how he can always tell whenever I'm having a challenging time.
I though to myself as I heard Yao come stepping forward from around the car.
"Here, I can guide you." He offered.
I winced at the notation, guided like nothing but a blind man?
I am a blind man.
Sometimes my thoughts betray me.
Letting out a disgruntled sigh I extended my hand out in his general direction, reaching for his arm so as to know where I was heading.
For a moment my hand hung in space, then Yao offered his arm, I held it and took my usual short, measured steps, counting my way. I'd memorize it, for if I were to come here again, I did not want to have to be helped.
"Here are the steps, aru." The older warned, I lifted my foot and planted it on the first step, making it onto the deck several steps later.
"Mei Mei! Li Xiang! Yong Soo! Hyung Soo!" Yao called loudly from my side.
There was a scramble of motion from within the house.
"Why are they all here?" I whispered as I quickly released his arm, not wanting my siblings to see me clinging to our older brother.
"We decided we all wanted to get together after the last world meeting, they're all staying for about a week. I tried to invite you, but, ahem."
He lowered his voice.
"When I went back too, you literally ran right through me, aru."
"Oh." I said shortly.
The door opened and I waited for the person to speak.
"Kiku!"
Voices have always been a dead giveaway to me, even before I lost my vision.
"Greetings, Yong Soo." I said.
"So good to see you, da-ze!"
I yelped as I was enveloped in a hug.
"Please...get off of me..." I said, pushing half heartedly at him to let go.
He was then violently ripped off and thrown to the ground.
I stared in the general direction he fell in before I heard another voice.
"Idiot."
"Greetings, Hyung Soo." I said, nodding to him, navigating by sound as always.
"No way, it's Kiku!" The only female in the house, my sisters voice was a relief from overly excited or overly enraged screaming. Which had taken over towards the twins end of the spectrum.
"Greetings, Mei Mei."
I grudgingly excepted her hug, returning it briefly before she released me.
"Sup, Kiku?" I got a brief pat on the shoulder from another source.
"Greetings, Li Xiang." I said.
"Well, what are we all standing out here for? Let's go instead and party, da-ze!" I was able to heard Yong Soo race into the house.
"I'll stop him from breaking anything."
Clomping combat boots notified me Hyung Soo had moved after his twin. Li Xiang's nearly silent footsteps followed, I was glad I could still hear him. Mei Mei skipped after them, her ruffled dress fluttering, overjoyed that even me, the families often absent member, was present.
I swallowed and stepped carefully over the doorframe's subtle lip.
I found myself with my eyes open wide, though I knew it would do me no good.
Letting out a barely audible sigh, I felt China take my arm again, and, albeit unhappily, I let myself get led into the kitchen.
Chaos was welcome in this household, I had always associated this place to tranquility, what with the relative peace of my childhood. I had forgotten the madness that was often present during mealtimes.
"EVERYONE SHUT UP, ARU!"
And I had also forgotten how angry it made Yao.
"Sorry." Four voices droned in unison, I couldn't see what anyone was doing, but I did hear Taiwan, I'm guessing, setting down a frying pan, and the snapping of Hong Kong's cell phone camera halted.
The twins must have been in an all out fist fight, because I heard them rolling off of each other.
"Why are you holding onto Kiku? Making sure he won't, like, make a run for it?" Li Xiang asked, sniggering.
Yao quickly released my arm, I almost snatched for him, I had absolutely no clue what part of the room I was in.
"Everyone in the living room, aru." Yao ordered.
"Why?" Four voices in unison yet again.
"NOW!"
Five people in the room jumped, me included. I'm certain that if I could have, I would have turned and headed for the living room as well.
Four sets of feet came trooping past us into the living room.
I sighed.
"You still scare us." I whispered.
"You too, aru?"
"I don't think you understand the level of terror having you standing over me with a bamboo rod brought on. Especially when there was some form of shattered pottery on the floor behind me."
China's laughter floated through the air, it made me smile slightly.
"Guess I was doing my job, aru." He chuckled, making for the living room, only to, I suspect, wince when I remained rooted in place.
"Sorry." I felt it was necessary for me to apologize as he returned and I grasped his arm again.
"No problem, after so long coping alone, I'm here to help you, aru." He replied.
We went into the living room, and I heard texting.
"Li Xiang, please put the phone away." I said.
"Sheesh."
The sound halted, and me and China sat down.
"Seriously, why was Aniki holding your arm? Are you hurt, da-ze!?"
I screwed up my face at the yelling.
An instant later I heard a whack, and a yelp.
"Shut up, idiot. He's obviously going to tell us." Hyung Soo growled.
The room fell silent, all eyes were on me.
I felt more vulnerable then ever, I could imagine their innocently curious expressions in my mind, yet no matter how much my eyes clawed at the space, my world was still built of darkness.
"I...you recall the events that transpired on the 6th and 9th of August 1945?"
I felt as though the temperature of the entire room dropped a few degrees.
I waited.
"Nods all around, no one could forget." Yao stated subtly.
"Well...I have been..."
"Are they hurting you again?" Mei Mei asked, her voice fluttering softly with dismay.
"It's been so long, are you still hurting, da-ze?"
"Yeah, are you, like, having nightmares or crap like that?"
I swallowed.
"I'm blind."
Absolute silence. The darkness I stared into was as impregnable as ever.
"Your joking." Li Xiang spoke, his voice incredulous.
"Am I the kind of person who would joke about being blind for seventy years?" I snapped.
Yao spoke, "I only found out a few hours ago. I insisted he tell the rest of you. But he wants this to be a secret, no one else can know, this stays in the family, aru."
I felt a hand on mine and went rigid, soft palms, it was my sister.
"Mei Mei, I don't need comfort or pity." I said.
Her hand did not withdraw.
"How did you know it was me?" She asked.
"Your hands are soft." I replied.
"This is NOT just some elaborate joke?"
"LI XIANG!"
"Ok, ok, just making sure."
Then he realized something.
"How did you know I was on my phone when you walked in?" He asked.
I directed my gaze somewhere towards him, trying to lock eyes with him.
"Kiku? Why are you glaring at me?" Hyung Soo. Oops.
"Sorry, I was aiming for Li Xiang."
"A little to the left." Hyung Soo suggested.
I adjusted accordingly before I spoke again.
"I could hear you texting. Your phone makes noise when your texting."
I stated, as if the answer to such a question should be obvious.
"Thats insane, mate, you could never have heard it." Li Xiang mumbled.
"I've been using my hearing to make up for my lack of sight for a while now, I've become rather good at hearing things and sorting out what they are."
After a period of silence just long enough to be deemed awkward, I heard a breath being taken.
"What now?" Hyung Soo asked.
I crossed my arms.
"I've been fine alone for years, for decades, I don't ask anything from you. Yao said I should tell you, so I did."
I came to a stand, intent on leaving the household.
I'm sure if I tried to I would have wound up on my backside a few times, but that was beside the point.
"Wait! We don't mean it like that! We just, well I certainly just want to be sure your ok." Mei Mei said.
"We're you brothers, or sister, and we're here to help you out! It's that thing families do, y'know, trust each other?" Yong Soo was obviously hinting at my trusting ability, or lack thereof.
"Whatever, if you need some help without having the additional screaming, texting, 'aii-yah'-ing, or girly sappiness, you can always call me."
Hyung Soo, always the tough one.
"Uh...ditto." Li Xiang said, I could hear him shrug.
I blinked into the darkness, I never thought knowing I had someone to ask for help would feel, in any shape or form, good.
But it did.
I heard some rustling that was attempted to sound inconspicuous.
"Well, I guess my fireworks display will be a bit less wowing."
Li Xiang whispered.
"Maybe I should turn off the T.V?" Yong Soo whispered back.
"You guys must be stupid, that'll make him feel bad. If you know our big brother, you know he takes guilt very seriously." Hyung Soo grumbled.
"Well we could always just play cards...oh, wait..." Mei Mei trailed off.
I found myself restraining laughter, covering my mouth to hide the way it was crumpling.
"Really? What's so funny that it makes you laugh?" Li Xiang asked critically.
"You are all complete idiots. I'm blind, not deaf. I can hear every word your saying. The T.V is fine, and I'm perfectly fine with just listening to the fireworks, if it's all the same to you."
Dead silence. Again.
"Well, dinner, da-ze?"
"Yeah, that sounds good!"
I stood up as they all moved to their feet, and instantly I heard the sound of rustling sleeves, of five different hands extended to help me.
Instead of pushing them away and feeling so useless as I had before, I smiled softly and took one of them, this happened to be Yong Soo. I could see his bright grin in my mind as he threw the arm I wasn't holding in the air, I could hear his impressive sleeves flapping like a bird's wing.
"Party time, da-ze!"
He cried out as he edged around the couch, pulling me along with him, he was hopping along excitedly while I was carefully measuring my paces.
"Slow down! He can't keep up!" Li Xiang laughed.
"I am fine!" I rebutted, speeding up as we made for the deck, apparently dinner had been planned for outside. Everyone followed us, I heard the clinks of dishes being set down as we all gathered around the table together.
My family would be there for me, I could always count on them, and that let a ray of beautiful light into my world built of darkness.
Thats it, I tried to give it a sort of bittersweet ending. I may or may not make this into a collection of snap shots of life with a blinded Kiku, nothing to heavy though. I also might do one where he gets his sight back somehow. Dunno. Well, please favorite, please follow, please review! Let me know if you want me to do more East Asia family stuff. Also, IMPORTANT, please check out a community I started called "East Asia" where me and a few fanfiction friends and trying to collect all East Asia fanfics together! Mine are also in there, so go take a look! Thanks again for reading!