~Translation Help~
German-Kathy2378
Kids of all ages, from the young age of 4 to the old age of 14, sat on the long, rectangular tables in the large, plain, white room. This was the dining area, as the adults called it. Or, one of the only place they were able to talk freely. Though… None of the kids spoke with one another. Either they couldn't, or they didn't want to. Kids like these were rare among the population, so only a few 'homes' were build for them. Meaning, kids from all around the world were sent to one of the couple locations. This was one of the locations.
Yao and Kiku never left each other since they arrive here all those years ago. Yao couldn't remember what happened that day, but Kiku would never forget it. They never spoke about it, as it made Kiku feel off... He was still fearful of Yao, but not as much as he was when he was young. Throughout the years, Kiku learned that Yao was protecting him. He would never hurt him. So, Kiku stuck to him like glue and never spoke unless he was talking to Yao.
"What did you just call me?!"
"You 'eard me, chenille!"
"There they go again, Yao-san…" Kiku spoke quietly, not looking up from his food.
"Aiya…" Yao rolled his eyes. "One day, those two will never be seen again…" A brown haired man walked up to the two quarreling blonds and pushed them apart.
"Stop the fighting, sí?"
"He started it!"
"You took my food!"
"You don't even like it, rich frenchie!" The longer haired blond narrowed his eyes and dove at the other blond once more.
"W'at about you, 'uh?! Proper brit!" The blond flipped the longer blond haired boy on his back and brought his fist back, ready to punch him.
"Francis! Arthur! Stop it!" A white haired teen yelled as he stood over top of the two. His pale fingers wrapped around the long blond's arm as the brown haired teen from before grabbed the other's arm, pulling the two apart. The short haired blond ripped his arm from the brown haired man and forcefully turned, marching off.
"You two have to stop fighting, amigo…" The brown haired teen walked over to the other two.
"If Arzer would stop starting it, we wouldn't 'ave zis problem." Francis pulled his arm away to cross his arm.
"Ze next time jou two get into a fight, I'm not helping eizer of jou und boz of jou can be taken off." The white haired male growled lightly. Francis's body slowly relaxed as he looked back at his helper.
"I 'ear you, Gilbert." Gilbert nodded.
"Gut." Francis turned to the brown haired male and smiled.
"Want to eat togezer, Antonio, Gilbert?" He glanced back at the white haired male.
"Of course!" Antonio smiled while Gilbert nodded. With that, the 3 sat down and began their conversation.
Friendships, rivalries, and small groups were created in this small 'home'. Fights, both verbal and physical, were common. None of the adults would step in until they felt like stepping in; which it rare at best… And when they did, who ever was in the fight were taken and never seen again. Most children tried to get into fights, just wanting to go home. That is what is believed to happen when the adults here take the children. They were bad and were sent home. Some didn't care to go home. If they're parents let these adults take them away, why would they want their child back?
The sound of a door opening made a majority of the kids sigh. Time was up. One of the adults walked in and stood by the door before shouting.
"Alright, runts! Back to your dorms! OUT!" The man repeated the phrase many different ways, getting all the kids up. Compared to the kids, the adults were always dressed the same. Always covered in some sort of dark blue and black armored clothing, a tainted mask so no kid could see their face, and what most feared, a large, dark, metal gun that most were trigger happy about. Some kids tested their luck against the adults that controlled a gun. A majority of the time if a kid was shot, they were put to sleep and would awake in the morning, but… there were rare occasion where an adult got trigger happy and shot multiple shots. Both the kid shot and the adult were taken and never seen again. Though… high adults could always get away with it.
All the kids stuck close to each other as they were forced down the narrowed, doorless hall and into a long row of doors. They were all assigned rooms where they would sleep. Some rooms were lucky and had 5-8, while some were unlucky and had 20 or more kids. A majority of the rooms held 10-15 and had just enough beds for the kids.
Once Yao and Kiku entered the room the door was forcefully shut and locked with a loud bang and a click. Kiku jumped slightly, like always, while Yao lightly held onto him. Yao lead Kiku over to their bunk like the rest of the kids in their room. Kiku slept on the bottom and Yao slept on the top. The lights were shut off as just about everyone had climbed into bed. And, that was it. That was their day for today. Many laid restless at night atop the brick-like-bed and under the itchy blankets. Most whispered to the others or just to themselves about who knows what. They just wanted to talk, bring back their sanity that was lost throughout the day.
"Fratello... posso dormire con te?" A young voice spoke through the silence. Everyone knew who exactly who the voice belong to and everyone knew exactly who he was speaking too.
"Perché?!" The rougher voice shouted back.
"...perché non posso dormire..." The young voice spoke his sentence quietly, putting the room in silence, waiting for a response.
"...bene..." The sound of rustling was created as the younger climbed up the rusty metal ladder and into the bed with his older twin brother. The two slipped under the covers as the younger twin moved closer for warmth and comfort. The older one sighed, but wrapped his arm around the younger one.
Not even an hour had gone by when Kiku grew restless. Tossing and turning granted no help. Slowly, the young teen slid his pale legs out from the rough blanket, kneeling down on the mattress. Slowly, he crawled over to the open side and slowly rose to see Yao with his back turned to the open.
"Y-Yao-san…" Kiku spoke quietly. Yao's body jerked at the sound of Kiku's voice. Quickly, Yao looked over, just being able to see the tops of the teen's eyes.
"What is wrong, Kiku?" Yao turned his body around to face Kiku.
"I-I do not rike these beds… I cannot sreep…" Yao's eyes softened as the worried look in his younger 'brother'. Slowly, Yao pulled himself up and moved to the side, making room in his bed.
"Come. I will help you sleep." Slowly, Kiku pulled himself up onto the top bunk of the bed and crawled over to the open side, sitting next to Yao, but not close. The young Japanese teen was never one for close contact, expectually after the event with Yao a decade ago. Yao rolled his eyes and wrapped his left arm around Kiku's small shoulder, causing him to freeze up. "Relax, aru. You cannot sleep if you are tense. I am not going to hurt you. You know that." Slowly, Kiku's shoulders fell as Yao pulled him a bit closer. Kiku's head slowly fell onto the Chinese teen's shoulder to rest. Yao slowly began to move his hand up and down Kiku's upper arm, trying to calm his nerves and getting him to sleep. Once Kiku had fully relaxed his body Yao rested his own head atop of Kiku and shut his eyes, hoping to get some sleep himself.
"Yao-san…" Kiku's whisper of a voice came.
"Hm?" Kiku's body moved a bit close to the other teen, wanting the warmth he gave off. Of course, Yao didn't protest, liking Kiku's warmth himself.
"I miss haha and chichi..."
"Don't we all." A sarcastic remark came from across the room.
"Halt die Klappe!" A shout and a smack came from the same direction.
"You don't have to hit me!"
"Leave ze ozers alone. Zat is all jou do. Ve all have problems und ve do not need jour remarks!" The way the child spoke gave off a hissing like sound as his accent began to build up in anger. The room of children fell silent as no one spoke, afraid of the backlash from the child. "Gut. I thought so."
Yao sighed and turned his attention back to Kiku.
"It will be alright. Do not worry, aru." Kiku lightly nodded as he let his eyes rest, wanting some slumber. It took an hour before the room fell completely silent as one by one, the children began to drift off, hoping for a better future. And, that's all they could do; hope.
French~
chenille-caterpillar
~Spanish~
amigo-friend
~German~
gut-good
und-and
Halt die Klappe-shut up
~Italian~
Fratello, posso dormire con te?-brother, can I sleep with you?
perché-why
perché non posso dormire-because I cannot sleep
bene-fine
~Japanese~
haha-mother
chichi-father
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