I'm experimenting with pairings and wanted to get the feel of Ameripan so thus, this fic. was born For the first time I'm using a historical AU too so plz correct me if I'm wrong in the military stuff. Anyways, Enjoy~!
"Please! Don't go! We need you here, please Kiku, let someone else take your place! There are plenty of others you don't need to go!" Lan Wang pleaded to her younger brother.
Today was a rainy day, perfect for the setting. Many pilots in Japan were getting ready to take flight over to America. It was World War Two and Japan was fighting against America. Many tearful families were being separated from their male members who were old enough and could fly a plane.
The same scenario took place with Lan Wang's family. Granted they were not perfect, but they were still a family. She did not see it fair why her younger brother had to go.
Lan's family consisted of her, her younger brother Kiku, twins Yong-Soo and Jonghyun, her only sister Mei, and finally Kaoru who was thankfully to young to fight. She had already lost Jonghyun in the attack on Pearl harbor and she hadn't heard anything from Yong-Soo who was positioned on land. When the war had started, they were more or less forced to be drafted into the army.
"Why did you come here? I told you not to, go back. I'll come after this one mission." Kiku hissed. But Lan knew the truth of what happened to the pilots, the 'Kamikazes'.
"And where is you country's pride and loyalty? Don't you remember how America refused to give is supplies? How we suffered because of that. We are only giving them a taste of there on medicine. Now go back before I do the same to you, onii-chan." Kiku continued, spitting out the last word like poison.
Lan was surprised of what over came her polite brother. And it was like a slap in the face when he called her that. No even worse, like a knife to the back only she had seen it coming.
Manners replacing this so-called 'Loyalty'. Wasn't family more important? Was this war really worth the struggle?
Kiku violently shook his arm out his sisters grasp. Once free, he pushed her down into the muddy rain water filled street and left, not looking back, not once.
But that was because he didn't want her to see his tears. He was glad that raining out, his boss shoot him first before having a teary eyed shell of a man pilot one of the planes.
Kiku climbed into the cockpit and turned on the plane. He flipped some levers and pushed colorful buttons. He checked for fuel and ammo. He checked the precious explosives that he'd only have one chance at. And the way you'd activate it was when you had a spark like when a plane crashed.
Kiku looked at the director for further instructions and waited for when the would take let his eyes wander around till his eyes fell on a strange-looking man. Kiku had ever seen him before.
The man had dirty brown hair like it had been dyed black weeks ago. His most prominent feature were his thick eyebrows. Strange, Kiku was a fan of history so he recognized them to be styled in the way English men did in the eighteen hundreds. Meaning the man was part of the British intelligence.
Kiku frantically looked over to tell someone the flight director signaled lift off. His plane was second up in his column. That meant that he couldn't stall. Plus his fuel would run out. Kiku racked his brains for his idea and finally came up with something. It wasn't the best of plans, but it would get the message across.
He tapped on the glass of his plane, praying that the noise would be heard over the sound of engines.
Miraculously it did. The pilot seated in the plane opposite to him on his left turned and faced him. Kiku grabbed a paper meant to write down coordinates and jotted down words with a black wax stick. He pressed the paper to the window. He looked at the pilot expectantly. What Kiku miscalculated was since he was in his row, they took off at the same time. And what Kiku never knew was that the writing smudged into something entirely different than he intended.
But the first plane was now a safe distance to trail. Kiku set his plane to a stroll and lifted off into the sky. Steadily he rose, thirty, fifty, one-hundred. He wrote down the directions of his compass in case he got lost, there would not be enough fuel in case for slip ups.
Kiku was now over Wake Island in the North Pacific Ocean. Perfect, he was on course. He looked out over the vast blue seas. Nothing waves and an occasional island bird brave enough to venture out this far. All blue for the ocean and sky, white for sea-foam and clouds, and black for his plane and the carrier ship. Wait, a carrier ship?!
Kiku all but threw himself out of the cockpit to get a closer look. Yes, there was one. But this island was not a part of the war and it handed sided with the U.S. either. That could only mean it was a rogue ship.
Just his luck too, it seemed to be actually carrying planes. And in the name of his country he would take it down. Images of his family briefly flashed in his head. He then took the plane in a straight decent when the sound of an engine stalling filled the all but barren landscape.