Just a short one-shot about China and Japan and the darker part of their relationship. Underlined is Kiku; normal is Yao.
Yaoi, but only sort of...maybe...
I hope you enjoy! Thank you all! ^^
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You said you never meant to hurt me, but you still did it. You still took the knife and stabbed me in the back.
Friends don't do that.
They just don't. Lovers don't either. At least, that's what I was raised to believe. It's what I raised you to believe. But I was foolish and failed to notice your growing rebellion. I wear the red scar on my back as a reminder and a promise--a promise to never let my heart get in the way of my head.
I'll never turn my back to you again, you traitor.
I never meant to do it. I never mean to hurt you, and I still don't know why I did so.
Why? You loved me so much--you still do. I feel so alone now, so empty, like a part of me died.
I cut your back open like it was nothing, my blade tasting sweet red wine, drinking itself to ruin. I do not remember a thing from that time.
I would rather have stabbed myself through the heart. The pain would have been so much less.
I loved you. I held you. You were mine.
I remember all the New Years we spent together, watching the sun rise, our fingers barely brushing. The golden rays illuminated our tender feelings, helping them to blossom and grow.
You are so like the sun rise, the proud and lofty sun. So far above all of us.
But even the sun must set.
I'm completely numb; there is nothing inside of me anymore. You aren't there to hold my hand and save me from myself this time. My body is as hot as if it was burning with a fever, but where my heart was there burns the coldest fire in the universe. I'm slipping once again, my addled brain lapsing into insanity.
I'm falling, falling: spiraling downward in my own destruction.
Catch me, catch me. I don't want to destroy myself from the inside out again. Hold me. Save me.
I'm sorry.