A/N: this crappy one-shot was written by me in, like, 5 minutes, so excuse me for the bad quality and/or mistakes made. This is historically and canonically inaccurate.
WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH, ANGST, HORROR( slight)
Winter night
October 13, 1937.
Winter was about to begin.
In the light of the dying moon, a dog howled.
The mournful sound carried far in the chilling wind, bringing with it the ominous beginning of something that will change the world forever.
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The bamboo forest was shrouded in mist, as though hiding what was about to happen from the rest of the world.
In the heart of the forest near a small clearing, two figures could be seen.
One was tied and bound, speechless, defenceless, helpless.
The other was pressing a sword into his pale, thin neck.
A scarlet line of blood ran down his neck, onto his filthy torn clothes.
He shuddered violently and looked into the other's eyes, into his soul.
A moment of comtemplation.
Something in the others face hardened.
There was a metallic flash, and a silenced scream.
Blood spurted as his killer pulled out his sword, coated with red.
He thudded to the ground, lifeless, as his golden eyes glazed over.
He never moved again.
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Right now, his emotions were mixed as he stared at the body at his feet.
Part of his felt remorse, just the slightest bit.
The greater part, however, was an evil triumph.
The last light of the moon died away without leaving a trace.
Slowly, he kneeled down, to be looming over the dead man's face.
Raising his bloodied sword, he gouged the misty yellow orbs out bit by bit.
Holding the two eyes, he stood up and put them into his mouth.
It tasted delicious. Like copper and bloodied flesh, just better.
Turning to leave, his bloodstained lips curled into a sadistic smile.
The windows into his brother's soul would, from then, be forever gone.
Don't hate me, okay? R&R! Any flames will be used to make a campfire for the countries!