No One Knew Me
Chapter 4
Matthew walked into the house, slamming the door behind him lightly, before walking directly to the other nation's bedroom- which was originally his own. Unlocking the door, he walked in to see the other had not even managed to get out of the closet...maybe he died? He doubted it, "Kiku...I'm back, are you hungry?" He asked, as if having a nation locked in his closet was normal, which he walked over to, unlocking it and opening it to show a frightened Asian staring up at him, tears dried onto his face, which was looking paler than normal.
"Are you hungry? You look a bit sick." He mumbled, pulling out the gag and undoing the ropes of the Japanese nation, "Do you want a certain meal?" He asked, wanting the other to answer soon.
Kiku bit his lip lightly, before flinching in pain at how cracked and dry they were, "...W-water...and...food..." He whimpered, flinching away violently when the other just looked at him.
"You don't want anything specific? Alright." He muttered, "We're having pancakes, I don't feel like anything too fancy." He ended, helping the other up, noticing how much more bony the fingers were, and how much more the other trembled away from him, looking ready to cry again. Walking the other to the bed, he sat him down on the comfortable mattress, pulling out a larger needle, "Of course, I don't want you running to save your life- so I'm giving you a large dose of Meth." He stated, watching as the Japanese trembled even more, "It should calm you down."
Gulping, the smaller nation shook his head, trying to move away from the other, "Please no more! I don't want any-!" He cried, before the other harshly grabbed his arm with a rough hand, pulling him back to the needle, which he resisted to violently, "I said I don't want any!" He screamed, managing to punch the other square in the jaw, before running off the bed in the opposite direction, right out of the room and into the living room of the house, where he reached a small phone hanging on the wall.
Kiku quickly pulled it down, dialing whatever number he knew, the first happened to be Alfred. There came the first ring, there came a second, "Hey, Mattie! What's up?" Asked the cheery voice of the American. The Asian nation smiled lightly, about to speak to the other; then the phone was yanked out of his arms and slammed to the ground, crushed under a certain Canadian's foot.
"You really shouldn't have done that." He hissed, glaring at the other with venomous amethyst eyes, "You're going to fucking regret ever doing that!" Matthew sneered, speeding to the other and grabbing his hair, throwing him to the ground with a rough kick, "Do you really want to fucking die? I'm here taking care of you and you don't even give a shit, you hoser?" Screeched Matthew, still glaring, "I could put a bullet in your chest right now, do you really want that?" He screamed, kicking the other again right in the stomach.
"N-no! I'm sorry!" He wailed, holding himself protectively against the others rough blows, "I'm sorry, Matthew!" There only came more kicks and hard stomps, until the other bent over and lifted him up by the hair, pulling him down the hallway again, "Matthew-!"
"Shut up!" He hissed, opening a door and shoving the man in the pitch black room; where Kiku stumbled around and fell to the floor in a trembling heap, crying and sobbing loudly. Matthew switched on the light to reveal what looked like the garage, before slamming the door behind him and locking it, "What the fuck were you thinking?" He hissed, "Do you really want to die that badly?"
Kiku sobbed loudly, getting up on his elbows and looking at the other fearfully, "M-Matthew, I'm sorry!" He cried, slowly backing away from the other who was quickly approaching, "I'm sorry!" Kiku shouted again, hands dragging across the floor until he felt his back his the cement surface of a wall, "No! Please don't, I'm so sorry!"
Matthew sneered, bending down and grabbing the others neck tightly, but allowed oxygen to still flow, "You have three fucking options, shut up, take the drug, or suffer greatly. Which one?" He hissed, waiting for the trembling mass of nerves to answer.
Slowly, the Japanese nation forced his mouth to move, "I-I'll take it, I'll take it..." He whimpered, "P-please stop..." He cried lightly, tears flowing down his face, slightly stinging against the bruised or rubbed marks on his face. Yet he continued to cry even harder and panic even more as the other glared down at him and continued walking, "No, I'm sorry!"
The Canadian ground his teeth together lightly, "You stupid fucking...!" He growled and turned away, walking towards the door, "I'll be right back with the damn syringe- and you better behave!" He screeched, pointing at the other and snarling, teeth bared out like a wild dog, "Stupid, uneducated defect!"
Japan sobbed into his arms lightly, allowing the wall to fully support his bruised back as he tightly pulled on his hair, gripping it so tightly he almost pulled it out, "I-I'm sorry...I'm sorry!" Came the small whimpers of the oriental nation, shaking in fear; adrenaline pumping through his veins. Not even a few second of silent darkness were spent in peace; before he knew it the demented man had come back with a syringe and a bottle of pills, smiling lightly to himself.
Matthew squatted down to the others level, "Pull out your arm." He demanded, waiting for the Asian to do as he was told; only to have Kiku stare at him in horror. Scowling, he grabbed Kiku's arm, slamming it down to the ground as the other cried out lightly, "I told you to pull out your fucking arm." He hissed and stabbed the needle right into the others arm without any sort of preparation or worry as the other screamed loudly from the harsh treatment.
"P-please stop, Matthew!" He cried, feeling the fluids be released randomly through his arm- "W-why does it have to be Mathamphedamine? I-I'll take anything else, but pleases stop- I don't want any!" He cried, watching the other leave the needle in his arm and pull out a pill from a bottle.
"Then how about you try some of these? I'm not telling you what they are." He muttered, gripping the others jaw and forcing it open to swallow the unknown pill, "Just do what I tell you and nothing will happen, Kiku." He muttered, smiling lightly as he forced a second syringe into the petite man's neck, who tensed up and whimpered slightly at the careful pain. Matthew pulled it out and randomly threw it away, "That was Heroin." He muttered, "You're going to have to take it unless you want to go through withdrawal."
Kiku shook his head, "I don't want this...please, Matthew-!" A loud slap echoed through the room, leaving Kiku to clutch his throbbing cheek in pain as he bit his lip to keep from crying.
"What you want doesn't matter." He hissed, running his hands through the sobbing Asian's onyx hair, who flinched away harshly.
"Stop!" He cried, an immense amount of pain surging through his stomach, "It hurts! I-it hurts!" He sobbed, holding his stomach and feeling something strange crawl up his throat. Beginning to hack out the warm and thick liquid, Kiku began to make revolting guttural noises, forcing himself to cough out whatever was invading his throat- which came in the color of red.
Matthew only smiled, "The two drugs should help the poison not be quite as painful." He chuckled, "I gave you cyanide." He stated happily, before suddenly leaning over and kissing the man's cheek- who could only hyperventilate from the immense pain felt through the damned toxin.
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Kiku awoke once more, head pounding as light entered through the crack in the door. Now that he thought about it...where was he? Groaning, he sat up, feeling the same cushy blankets around him, but something felt slightly different. Placing some weight on his arms he cringed violently, practically screaming instead of just a shout as he fell back onto the bed. Kiku looked at his arms; covered in bruises and cuts- blood still seeping from some of the deep wounds. What was this? He couldn't remember a thing...
"I see you're awake." Spoke the Canadian, entering from the doorway a second later, "Do you like how you cut yourself up last night? Did you have fun?" He whispered, seemingly uncaring.
Trembling, the other looked at his arms again, shaking his head, "I-I didn't do it! I swear I didn't, Matthew I-!" He tried, before a rough slap echoed across the room; a bright red mark suddenly appearing on the Japanese nations face, which was now covered by a shocked pair of hands, trying to hold back tears.
"Don't fucking lie to me. You did it." He hissed, not even caring at how the other was sobbing loudly once more, shaking and wailing loudly, hiccuping while trying to take in air to breathe through endless tears. Matthew groaned loudly, apparently frustrated with the man, "You're so WEAK!" He screamed, "Do you want me to hurt you more? Stop your fucking crying!"
The sniffles and sobs came to an abrupt stop, the Asian shaking uncontrollably like a puppy; trying to contain his fear. (I'll admit, I was playing with a chihuahua. :l)
A dark chuckle came from nowhere, 'I like how you're treating him, Mattie...you're learning well. You should punish him a bit more, no?'
Matthew nodded hastily, "I really should, he's getting on my nerves now. All he does is cry and whine- what use is he going to be?" He whispered, staring down the Asian before him, who didn't dare ask why he could see a second Matthew.
'What do you think? Use him- make him kill for you, make him a tool to get you to the top. Who would ever forget that? Masking your own wrongs in an innocent, eh?' He asked smiling, walking over to the Asian and petting his hair lightly; to which the hair actually moved and Kiku flinched away in shock, but didn't move due to his fear of the other.
Amethyst eyes widened, unsure about what just happened, "..." The silence stretched, before he finally looked at the other with a strange gaze, questioning the replica.
'Oh what...you thought I wasn't real, Matthew?' Asked the exact copy; smiling dementedly at the man, 'That's what everyone thinks of you. So I'm not surprised you thought you yourself weren't real.' He hissed.
"...I thought you were just a hallucination." He mumbled quietly, glaring at the other for the remark at the end and for feeling betrayed, "W-who the fuck are you?" He screamed, scaring the petite man on the bed, who looked over in worry at the other, unsure of the situation, unsure why there were two Canadian's instead of just one.
"M-Matthew...?" He asked quietly, trying to understand the situation, before he abruptly looked away as the man glared fiercely at him.
The copy laughed loudly, his hand going right into the unknowing Asian's head; whom dropped onto the bed, flopping to the side unconscious. Blonde hair had turned black and purple eyes had turned brown; exactly like the Japanese nation, '...I can be anyone, Matthew. Of course; since I was made from your mind, I would originally take your form. I'm not evil, Mattie. I'm just trying to help you out here.' He smiled.
"...What exactly...? How can you touch- if you're just my...?" He asked confused, wanting to know everything about the situation.
Humming, the other answered now back to looking like the larger nation, 'I can do that because I am your imagination. But you tend to have an overactive imagination and so...I'm quite real. It's what you always wanted- it's what I'm becoming.' He smirked, 'Once someone completely acknowledges your presence- they can see me as well.'
Matthew looked at him warily, "...So you're...real...?" Asked Matthew, looking at the unconscious nation on the bed, "Also, what did you do to him?"
'I just copied his exact information into my own. That's it- but it's too much for someone to take, so they should faint.'
"...So you know all of his secrets?"
'I sure do.' Came a smirk.
"Do tell." Was the answer.
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It was finally Saturday, he had to get himself and Kiku ready, didn't he?
Clack.
Clack.
Two shackles were undone from an unconscious Asian's grip, who woke up as soon as his head made contact with the floor in a sickening crunch of skull and rock meeting. "Wake up- get up and go get dressed, Kiku." Spoke the Canadian, yanking the other up by the arm and pushing him out of the door from the abandoned room- where the other entered the hallway, and then the certain blonde's room as he was shoved and pushed, "Hurry! The meeting is today- do you really want me to hurt you if you mess this up?" Screeched Matthew.
Kiku shook his head frantically, pulling up the suit he was told to wear on this day; which held only a few differences between his original, "N-no, I'm sorry, Matthew- I'll get dressed right away." He whispered brokenly, trying not to upset the other; who knew his every secret and could more than definitely destroy his country.
"Hurry up!" He hissed, "I have to tell you what to do!" He screeched, grabbing the others hair, who was shivering and desperately trying not to cry at the others loud and harsh words, "You're too slow, you damn Jap!" Matthew huffed and pulled away the yukata the other wore, before forcing the other to stand straight as he dressed the man with the quickest speed.
In no more than seven minutes or so, Kiku was dressed but sported a few discolorations in his skin from so many beatings and other punishments. This made the Canadian drag the other into the restroom and pull out a large make up kit for the nation, "I have to make you look good, so you better not even attempt to oppose me." He growled while pulling out some concealer for any unwanted discolorations, applying it to the man's face nice and neatly. Practically forcing it to look natural.
Then came the eyeshadow and lipstick, with mascara and liquid eyeliner so the other would look almost like the porcelain doll he was before. Really, the other was quite stunning without bruises and looking just like he did before, "There, you look just like before." He muttered, "It's not like they would notice that for once it's actually make up instead of natural good looks." He chuckled.
Kiku gulped and nodded, feeling himself turned to the mirror, "See? This is how you looked before you began to act bad, Kiku." He whispered at the other, who looked into the mirror sadly, of course, Matthew was there to make the Asian look at it with a more depressed look.
He quickly grasped the others face, kissing his jaw slightly, "Really, I think I might do this every night. With all those damn bruises you look hideous..." He hissed, trailing a hand into the others shirt, who frowned even more, looking ready to cry again as he felt the other begin to violate him again, "...Make up does wonders; it makes you look like you're actually worth something." He spat.
A quick sob escaped the others lips, though the Canadian took no heed to it as he began to suck along the mans neck, causing more hickeys and love bites which he would cover soon. His hands began to lift the shirt away while the man continued to stare at the mirror sadly, staring at what has become of him, not even caring about what the hands were doing to him at the moment. Matthew kissed the others lips, "You really are quite beautiful, Kiku. If you just behaved you wouldn't look so...disgusting."
Completely shutting down his actions, he fixed the other up again, before telling him sharply what he had to do, "Alright, first of all: Don't talk to anyone unless necessary- and if one does talk to you...don't you even- you know what I'll do to you if you ruin my mission." He hissed, "Second: Don't reveal anything about me- you're still mine and don't forget that. So now, act like I'm not the one at fault for any of your pains; blame it on what you can." Spoke the man, "Third: If you even mess up in the slightest...do you really want to know?" He asked.
Kiku shook his head, "I-I understand, Matthew." He whimpered, "Then I go home and tell everyone I was on vacation, whoever even tries to assume anything will be dealt with by peaceful terms by me- unless questioned even further; then I have to k-kill them." He whispered sadly, hoping nobody confronted him, "...I can't allow anything to happen to you and I should defend you with my life- I should also not give anything away while I act normally at my own house."
Giving the Japanese another kiss he smiled, "Good boy." He stated.
"T-thank you, Matthew." He whispered, feeling the other grab his arm and pull up the sleeve; while whisking out a small syringe.
"This is just your daily heroin so you don't die from withdrawal." He stated, "You should be fine during the meeting, just don't act stupid or like the slut you are in bed." He deadpanned, making the other lose his smile, though he continued to finish up the dose and threw the needle away, before giving the other concealer, "Smear it on your neck, I left a few more hickeys." Kiku only nodded.
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The meeting started up quickly, Alfred of course; immediately noticed the small man's arrival, "Ohmygod, Kiku!" He squealed, running over to hug the man. Kiku nearly screamed, but bit his tongue and froze up, looking over at the Canadian for a split second; who glared slightly, making Kiku look back at the approaching Alfred.
"S-stop!" He yelped, "...Um...I-I'm old and...you might hurt me." He whimpered, clutching his shirt tightly, "Please return to your seat." He begged quietly.
"Aw, but Keeks, I want to know where you've been without me, bro!" He chuckled, patting the man's back, who whimpered quietly, but otherwise put a smile on his face through the fear, "Like seriously, dude! You completely left me hanging on our game night! You can't leave a hero hanging!" He sighed dramatically.
Kiku gulped lightly, shivering under the others harmful touches; his body was littered with bruises and the American was only irritating them all the more. From what he knew, he could reopen wounds any second now, "A-Alfred-san, please, let's just start the meeting." He whispered, pushing the other away, who smiled and nodded.
"Thanks for reminding me about our global warming shiz, Keeks!" Alfred called, skipping back to his own seat, beginning the meeting.
Another G-8 meeting went by, completely wasted by absurd ideas and an insane amount of arguments over who's plan was the brightest or who's would actually work. This was beginning to become much too repetitive- they couldn't keep having every single meeting wasted. Kiku's thoughts began to settle down by the end of the meeting upon realizing he would head home and be completely safe.
No he wouldn't.
Yes he would.
No you won't.
Yes I will...right?
He questioned himself, thinking everything was truly not going to be fine and dandy. Which in reality, it was, but in his mind it was just a jumbled mess and he didn't even know who to believe anymore. Everything was so wrong- but just to be safe...just to be safe...he had to stay by the Canadian's word.
The clock struck five, signaling the end of the meeting, where everyone was supposed to leave; Matthew keeping a close eye on the Japanese nation while keeping up a facade to fool others. Japan knew exactly what to do. So he did it, he packed his bags and left, trying to appear to be completely normal, just like he was before he went on 'vacation' to wherever.
"Hey, Kiku!"
Oh no. Please tell him it was just his imagination- it was just his imagination. Kiku continued walking away from the door he had exited, visibly shaking again, "Hey Kiku wait up!" No! Alfred was going to ruin everything- he was going to get hurt and Alfred didn't deserve to get hurt- oh no...
A rough hand was slapped on his back, making Kiku yelp loudly, "Sorry dude! Was I really that rough?" Apologized Alfred, looking at the other with concern evident in his face.
"N-no, Alfred-san...w-why did you follow me?" He asked quietly, "I have to get on my plane, Alfred-san, please leave me be." He asked politely, wanting the other man to stay safe.
"Ah, bro, but we have to like hang out again! How about we totally hang out throughout this weekend? We could like...play games and everything! I already asked your boss and he told me something about being a rude person and you could teach me some manners, blah, blah, blah- so let's go!" He cheered, pulling the other away from his desired location.
Kiku shook his head frantically, "No! No, Alfred-san, I cannot go with you- I have to go home!" He cried, "Please release me!"
Alfred pouted, sighing slightly, before looking at the other with a concerned face, "...Kiku...you're acting really weird today, is something bothering you?" Kiku shook his head, looking behind Alfred to see Matthew glaring, "You sure? You're like...even more of a prude today...Tell me! I'm like...your wannabe shrink, kay? I can totally keep secrets!" He smiled brightly.
Looking back at the Canadian, Matthew made a motion, allowing him to leave with Alfred, "...Ano...no, I'm...I'm completely fine. We can go to your house if you would like, I wouldn't mind at all..." Kiku gulped, that must have been a test...either that or he might want something important from the American. Hopefully it wouldn't be a loyalty test.
"Really?" He asked, seemingly forgetting everything about before, "Yippe! Let's go then!" Alfred cheered again, pulling the other away with two full bags.
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Both male's arrived upon the gargantuan house, set up like a wonderful looking mansion with two large yards, "Welcome back to my house, Kiku! Let's get to playing games all weekend and getting sick as a...as a...as whatever gets sicker than a motherfucker!" He attributed, "Let's go! I'll carry your bags!"
"NO!" He shouted, before composing himself again, "I-It's okay, I can take them in..." He answered when the other gave him a look of shock and confusion.
"Um...alright, then...come on." He muttered, continuing to smile and lead the man inside the house, helping him in and closing the door as they both walked into the living room. Alfred yipped with a sunny atmosphere, wanting to get on with the games and keep playing whatever he had, "Yeah! Well, I have a whole buncha games- which ones haven't we played, bro?"
"I-I'm unsure, Alfred-san." He muttered, smiling lightly, "But we can try whatever you wish for."
Alfred nodded rapidly, "Yeah! Gears of War 3 it is!" He squealed, pressing the game console to life.
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Null moon awoke from behind the dark, murky clouds; the sky littered with not a single star but only the darkness of space. Everything inside the lone house was still, not making a single movement or sound, not anything at all. The house was painted over with a light veil of vast gray- the color was not present and only one being was awake; scavenging through various restricted files the sleeping American had stored in the small and cramped office of his monstrous house.
Kiku was silent as a snake, sneaking through the files of the other countries which he was to collect for the Canadian- while he wasn't told this directly; he was sure it would save him being hurt any more for at least a few hours. He only wanted to make sure the Canadian stayed happy and got nowhere near and angered mood.
Pulling out a thick file with the Russian nation's picture on it, the Japanese man flipped through it rapidly, smiling to himself, "I'm sure Matthew would love this!" He grinned, before quieting himself at once and closing the drawer where the files were kept; placing the files inside his small bag and creeping away from the room. Kiku made sure to lock the door and walk away- towards the backyard where he could talk to Matthew freely without having to worry too much over noise. As long as he was quiet enough.
So he did, stalking outside the backdoor with ease and stealth, it was like he was a ninja all over again, it was quite refreshing. Pulling out a cellphone, the Asian quickly dialed the number and hoped he wouldn't awaken the man or anything of the sort.
"Hello? Kiku?" Asked the voice on the other line, sounding just as it always did.
"M-Matthew! U-um, I found...I found some files on Russia-san, would you like to have them?" He asked abashedly, trying to contain his nerves, "There's so much information I couldn't write it all down!"
Silence loomed over the phone for a moment, before the (smiling) Canadian nation answered, "...Good boy, Kiku. You really have learned well- now...I'll make sure to give you a day free from anything I have planned for you. When you're done at Alfred's- go to your house and tell your boss you'll be going on vacation, don't disclose my location, Kiku." Was all he stated, before hanging up on the other.
Kiku took in a large breath of relief, smiling at his luck, "Ah, I'm so grateful." He chuckled, walking back inside only to notice something awful; he didn't have his drugs. Gulping, he walked inside and frantically looked around, shutting the door behind him and walking towards the living room- searching every nook and cranny of the room for something.
"Here it is..." He muttered, standing over a counter top which held above it a thick wallet, "...but..." This wasn't right- he couldn't steal from America.
But...what other choice did he have? He had to...he had seen a suspicious looking fellow near that alleyway- he was sure to have some!
Kiku grabbed the walled and opened it; pulling out the biggest bill he saw, which happened to be a hundred dollars, "H-he wouldn't notice." Mumbled Kiku, hurriedly stashing the money into his pocket and running out the front door.
It's not like he was addicted or anything.
Really.