"Kiku, you're there, aren't you? Kiku! Listen to me!" He shouted at the man who looked exactly like his brother, but got no answer. He pulled at the bindings on his wrist, panting in desperation.
"Kiku!"
Days of walking back and forth in the village, being shot and buried alive multiple times, and watching his innocent people suffer along with him — it infuriated him. He wanted to find those petty officers commanding the Japanese army in Nanjing and strangle them with his own hands. He wanted to find those responsible for blinding his brother and his brother's people like this.
Now, being tied up and forced towards a Japanese army car - what was going on? Kiku stood there, or at least, Yao was quite convinced it was Kiku.
"Kiku… please."
And a cloth was placed over this face, restricting his breathing and blinding him.
He screamed.
He screamed bloody murder, because that's what it was. He had not cried in ages, but tears streamed down his face when the cloth was removed from his face. Those were his citizens. His children. Murdered. No, not murdered. Was there a more cruel way to put it? Tortured to death.
The soldiers sneered at him as he stared at his people, barely skeletons, tied to posts and… and… the grenades. Why. What had they done wrong? Why were they… no. Not that darling girl. He played with her on the streets a while ago. What were they putting in her blood? Stop! Stop.
He was barely breathing when they led him to the operating room, where he heard screams, horrifying screams of despair. He struggled with the bonds on his hands. But he knew that regardless of if he could take all the men around him down, there would be no opposing all those running this centre all at once. They pushed him in.
He knew that man, now barely recognizable. He was a farmer just south of this horrifying place. He grew grain and played the loveliest flute music. He was expecting a grandchild this autumn. Now, with his body cut open, and his organs stored for further investigation, the man was no longer there. The body was pushed off onto a cart and out of sight.
It was Yao's turn.
He blinked, sweeping a horrified look around the bloodied room, where the doctors were not doing much to sanitize anything. He barely registered being tied to the operating table. Because the next person to come in was… it was his brother.
"Kiku, you're here."
Kiku washed his hands, waving goodbye to some of his fellow soldiers. For some reason, he couldn't get the blood off his hands very easily. He wondered why.
[ Events: Nanjing Massacre, Unit 731 - Human Experimentation Explanation: The Japanese were educated for centuries that the Chinese were subhuman and inferior, and fostered national pride (While the Chinese empress sat back and watched the Western nations eat at China). It was part of the reason why it was so easy for the soldiers to commit war crimes. ]