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IMPORTANT~! Please read Author's Note at the bottom!
"Normal speech"
'Thought speech'
Flashback
Chapter 2
A sea of green and gold gently swayed in the wind. Lines of brown snaked through the pools of water. In the distance, small figures could be seen bent over and working in the rice patties. The sound of distant thunder rolled over the sloping hills and rumbled through the valley. Dark clouds hovered above, threatening to release a downpour of rain at any moment.
A small child appeared from over a distant hill. The little girl had in her hands a sturdy woven basket with a cloth over it and a crimson umbrella.
"父亲、哥哥、王先生！快到中午了！我把吃的拿来了！" The little girl cheerfully called out, waving her hand to further capture the attention of the people working in the fields. "大家休息吧！"
The three people who had been diligently working in the fields all stood up and stretched. After a morning of digging up trenches and building barriers to prevent flooding and then weeding up many stubborn plants, they were quite tired and happy to take a break for lunch.
Out of the three figures, one of them did not wear clothes made from roughly spun homemade cloth. Instead, he wore a sturdy but finely woven cotton piping taiji shirt and long pants. His clothes were a brilliant crimson with gold thread unlike the plain brown that the others wore. Smiling at the child, he removed his straw hat, revealing his stunning features.
Silky ebony tresses framed a face that was elegant and delicate with a hidden core of steel. Dark caramel eyes held a mischievous glimmer in their deep but crystal clear depths. Rosy pink lips were parted in a gentle smile, revealing a glimpse of straight white teeth.
"哎呀~! 做了那么多事，可以休息和吃一点东西，这样我会感觉很开心!" The little girl smiled at his kind words and reached into her basket. Pulling out a still steaming bao zhi, she handed that to him before a second and third to the other two men whom were her father and elder brother.
＂谢谢。" Taking a big bite out of the bun, the man hummed with pleasure at the delightful taste of homemade red bean paste.
"You could all quit farming and make these at my palace. I would definitely buy this every day." The man in red mumbled with his mouth full of the delicious food. "This is definitely worth working in the fields to help promote communism, aru."
＂你说什么？＂The little girl tilted her head in puzzlement. She had heard him but did not understand him because of her lack of knowledge of the English language.
"啊，＂He blushed. "没什么了。我现在走一走。＂He took another bite and turned to head toward the bamboo forest where he had heard there were many pandas.
"别忘了带雨伞，看上去要下雨了。"The little girl darted forward and handed the red umbrella to the man.
Nodding his head in thanks, he continued on, in search of his beloved pandas.
Entering the shade of the bamboo, he quietly padded along an almost hidden trail. Breathing deeply, he relaxed and curiously began to explore his surroundings.
A rustling noise to his left put him on full alert. It could be one of his beloved pandas... Or it could be a hungry tiger. One could never too careful.
Carefully and silently making his way toward the location in which the sound had come from, he mentally prepared himself for the worst.
Chirp!
He sighed both relief and disappointment when all that was behind the bushes was a small bird foraging for seeds and insects.
"Aiyah, I wish you were a panda rather than a little bird. Though its better that you were a bird and not a tiger." He sighed crouched down to observe the tiny sparrow scratch at the ground.
Just then, the heavens finally decided to open up and release their burden of water.
With a muttered Chinese curse, he hurriedly opened his umbrella and took shelter under it's bright webbing.
The small bird cheeped and to the Asian man's great surprise, took flight and landed upon his shoulder. There it proceeded to hunker down; it looked like a little ball of fluff and feathers.
The man shook his head in amusement, carefully avoiding any large movement to avoid dislodging his tiny hitchhiker.
"Well, you can stay there as long as you stay quiet and don't make a mess." With that, he got up and journeyed on into the forest.
He made his way deeper and deeper into the very heart of the bamboo forest, more out of a need of escape than any real curiosity. Soon he was near the center of the forest where it was still completely untouched by any man. The rain was still falling but the worst of it was blocked by the thick blanket of leave growing above.
The little bird suddenly took flight.
"Aaah-?!" Startled, the man's gaze followed the flight path. His eyes widened when he caught a glimpse of white in the direction the bird had flown.
Quickly, he walked toward the patch of white he could make out through the bamboo stalks. Getting closer he realized that what he had mistaken as white was actually cream.
Getting closer, he frowned as he began to see more clearly what it was.
"What's this?" Reaching out he carefully plucked the object from the bamboo shoot it was snagged on. "A cream thread? What is this doing here?" Looking up he saw another strand hooked close by. Truly puzzled now, he made his way to the second bit of string. Reaching out to unsnarl it, he realized there was something different about it.
"Is that... blood?!" The end of the thread was stained ruby red.
Eyes widening in shock, he quickly straightened and looked around more closely. He could just make out the faint hint of pink in a puddle of water up ahead. Being careful to avoid stepping into the small pool of water, he scanned the forest floor for further traces of crimson. His eyes widened when he could make out the signs of a trail of crimson.
As he followed the trail, he discovered more and more blood. What had been a scant trace of pink had grown to become pools of red. He grew increasingly worried as he forged onwards.
Peering around a shrub, he was met with the sight of a trailing end of cream cloth. It's tattered condition made it so that the man had to take a minute, before he came to the realization that it was a scarf.
He quickly made his way around the bush and stopped dead in his tracks.
As he had moved to pick up the scarf, his eyes had looked along the length of the torn fabric only to meet a sight that would haunt his dreams for days to come.
Splashes of red were the most prominent color in his vision. It was smeared on several stalks of bamboo as well as liberally coating much of the surrounding rocks and ground. But that was not what caused fear to grip his heart.
Lying nearly face down in the mud was a man. He appeared to be wearing a large tan or beige coat but it was hard to tell if that was the true color due to the vast quantities of blood and mud plaster on his enormous frame.
As the Asian man rushed to the fallen man's side, he realized that the man was shivering violently; whether it was due to the cold or blood loss he did not know. It was probably a combination of the two. Turning him over, he was met with the sight of a handsome face that was distinctly European.
Curls of dark blonde hair framed a strong yet innocent visage. His full lips were turning blue from the cold. Already pale skin was almost snow white. All this was complemented by his tall frame that should have been too large but seemed to suit him.
Shaking his head to momentarily put the questions of what the man was doing here and how he had become injured aside, the slim Asian man crouched down and carefully assessed the wounds.
Almost immediately, he could tell that if he didn't get the man medical aid immediately, it would be quite likely he would not survive the night. He had numerous cuts and lacerations decorating his body. However, what was worrying the Asian man the most was the deep stab wound on his shoulder. That was the gravest of his wounds and he was losing too much blood.
'I have to do something.' He knew he had to get the man to the village. While there wasn't a hospital, they did have a traveling doctor that was staying there for the time being.
Wrapping the scarf around the severe stab wound, tried to stem the bleeding with some success. He then carefully lifted the man's uninjured shoulder and arm up around his neck and tried to stand. He immediately stumbled under the weight. 'He's so heavy! How am I going to get him there in time?'
As panic began bubbling through his head, he heard a small sound. He looked around but could find nothing that could possibly make the sound he had heard. Turning his head to look at the injured man he could see that he was still unconscious. Then he heard it again and this time he could tell that the man was making the sound. A soft whimper of pain, much like a child that had scraped his knee, issued from the man. The sound awoke the protective feelings inside him.
He had to save this man.
Groaning, he heaved the man over his shoulders and began to stagger his way through the forest. 'Please stay alive. Please.'
Through the forest he lurched and with every step he took he could feel blood seeping into his shirt and dripping down his back. He pushed himself further and finally the path and fields could be seen.
When he broke out of the bamboo stalks he was immediately seen by the farmers he had been working with. They rushed to his side and without delay began helping him support the man.
"医生在那里？！" He demanded. "在那里？！"
"他已经走了。" The little girl stuttered.
"He's gone? The doctor's gone?" What was he going to do? The man on his back was going to die and now the doctor had already left. What could he could he do now? There was no hope for him. The most he could do was try to ease what pain he had before the man succumbed to death. Then he heard the faint whimper again.
"What am I thinking?! I'm Wang Yao and I will not let this man die!"
To be continued…
Translations:
"父亲、哥哥、王先生！快到中午了！我把吃的拿来了！"
"Father, big brother, and Mr. Wang! It's almost lunch time! I've brought food!"
"大家休息吧！"
"Everyone take a break!"
"哎呀~! 做了那么多事，可以休息和吃一点东西，这样我会感觉很开心!"
"Aiyah~! After working so hard, to be able to to take a break and eat makes me very happy!"
＂谢谢。"
"Thank you."
＂你说什么？＂
"What did you say?"
"啊，" "没什么了。我现在走一走。＂
"Ahh," "It's nothing. I'm going for a walk."
"别忘了带雨伞，看上去要下雨了。"
"Don't forget to bring an umbrella, it looks like it's going to rain."
"医生在那里？！" "在那里？！"
"Where's the doctor?!" "Where is he?!"
"他已经走了。"
"He already left."
AN: This fanfic can be found on my deviantart which is my homepage.
http:// aki-wildqueen. deviantart. com/gallery/#To-Die-for-My-Country-But-Live-for-my-Love
My dear friend Osaka has drawn fanart of chapter 1 and chapter 2. Just take our the spaces.
http:// notorious-osaka. deviantart. com/art/RoChu-Die-for-My-Country-1-154858067
http:// notorious-osaka. deviantart. com/art/RoChu-Die-for-My-Country-2-156765905