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A/N: Last chapter~ Please bear with any mistakes as I wrote this at 2am in the morning OTL

Enjoy anyway~

Wang Yao and Honda Kiku stood together on an unidentified tundra-like environment. The snow was slowly becoming a blizzard as their fight got more serious. Yao's golden eyes didn't look like it belonged to the caring Yao Kiku knew all his life. No, these pair of eyes belonged to an expert swordsman, one who had seen the world through ancient eyes for thousands of years.

No matter, Kiku would fight until his dying breath. He would take over China. He had already been in the process of taking over Beijing, who was going to stop him? Yao? He was old and complained much of political pressures. How much harm could Yao possibly do? Besides, Yao was always the more affectionate one. There was no way he would hurt Kiku.

Kiku grinned evilly in his head, careful not to show it on his outer appearance. He would remain expressionless no matter what. Feelings were a hindrance that had to be gotten rid of. Kiku was a master at hiding his feelings. Ever since he was a teenager, he would hide all his feelings, for good reasons or bad. It benefitted Kiku, so what did those reasons matter?

The snow was definetely getting worse by the minute. They could be buried in snow in half an hour, tops. That would be how long they had to fight before one of them died. Yao was not one to back down. Kiku had only seen Yao's affectionate side, never his hidden bitterness. Kiku had never seen Yao's aged eyes which bore deeply into Kiku's fresh young eyes.

People usually say that Japanese people held a lot of will power. That was indeed very true, for Kiku was determined to take over China, whether Yao liked it or not.

Kiku raced forward, his sharp katana pierced through the air, aimed at his guardian. It was as if his katana had eyes and it was aiming straight at Yao's perfect uniform.

Yao easily deflected the katana with his own sword. Kiku fought like he had a hundred years of training, like the katana was just an extension of his arm. He moved it through the air with skilled, practiced movements. However, Yao had a thousand years of training and he was an expert in this art. He manouvered the swords and made sure they knew who was in charge. He moved like water, every changing and steady.

He easily tore through the Japanese man's uniform, leaving a few minor scratches here and there. Kiku however, had no such luck in attempting to hurt his brother. The elder had deflected and avoided every single thrust his katana could throw at him.

Ten minutes into the fight, Kiku was panting hard. It was not easy to fight under such harsh conditions. With a little slight of hand, Kiku whipped out a small pistol. Yao had not such technology. His country was in war with Japan and he was not nearly as advanced. Kiku dropped his seemingly useless katana in the snow and aimed straight at the chinese man.

He pulled the trigger, sending a steel bullet straight at Yao's direction. Yao tried to block the bullet with his sword, but the bullet had left a pretty bad dent in the sword. Not good. Kiku kept shooting at Yao with hunter like precision, but Yao deflected and avoided every single bullet. It was like a hunter hunting a graceful crane. The crane could not be shot no matter what.

After five minutes, the gun ran out of bullets. Yao seized this opportunity to attack. He kicked the gun right out of Kiku's hands. Kiku reached randomly for the katana which had already buried by quite a considerable amount of snow. He picked it up in time to hear the clashing of metal.

For a four thousand year old nation, Yao was much stronger than he looked. He looked like a fragile, peaceful chinese man, but in reality he had the strength of a hundred dragons.

"I cannot be beaten aru" Yao says, as he faces Kiku, both of their swords were drawn.
Kiku was clearly losing. The older nation would always be stronger, no matter what. Kiku looked like he had used up all his resolve, while Yao looked like he didn't even break a sweat

"I raised you aru, I know your tricks. Now, turn around and get out of China" Yao says, death like seriousness in his voice. Kiku somehow breaks free from Yao's grasp, steps back unsteadily and rushes forward, ready to attack Yao again. Yao easily deflects Kiku's katana with his badly dented sword.

"Give up aru." was all that Yao could mutter in a voice that was full of his fighting spirit. It was completely different from the voice he normally used. No, this voice did not belong to Yao, it belonged to a spirit. A dragon spirit.

It had been twenty minutes since battle started. The snow was seriously taking its toll on the both of them. He wanted this pointless fight to end now. He had Kiku at his sword's end once again, the only thing blocking Yao from slicing Kiku's neck right open was his katana, which was acting as a thing, shaky shield.

Even though the katana was blocking Yao's death blow, it was doing more harm that good. The katana was sharp all around and Kiku had to hold the katana lengthwise to deflect Yao's blows.

"I would rather die" Kiku says. The brittle katana broke in half and Yao's swords were touching Kiku's paper flesh now. Warm crimson liquid was seeping out of his throat and onto the sword, but there was not enough force to kill him just yet.

Yao just gave a pitiful chuckle. Yao had hated fighting all his life, and never had he imagined that he would be in such a deserted area on the verge of killing his own little brother. "You shouldn't disrespect your elders aru" Yao said in such a menacing voice that Kiku could not recognise it. In fact, Kiku's fingers were trembling with fear.

"Just kill me and get it over with" Kiku says.

Kiku is on his back now, in the most vulnerable position you could think of. Yao has his sword at Kiku's neck, ready to slice through the thin neck like butter. This time, Kiku had no shield to protect him from the sharp blade. Kiku pants hard, unable to move from the intense spot he is stuck in. Yao's panting hard too. The blizzard was worse than he had imagined.

Yao had wanted so badly to kill Kiku there and then. He was in the perfect spot. Kiku had already killed so many of his people. China was falling so rapidly, while not much harm had been done to Japan. All he needed was that little bit of strength...

Yao withdrew his sword. "As If I could kill you aru..." Yao held his sword tight in his fist, the anger in his eyes has subsided. He wanted to shout now, anything, just to release the stress in his heart. Instead, Yao just dropped both swords onto the snow, turned around and spared Kiku of his life. Exactly twenty-seven minutes had passed.

Kiku however, did not recognise this favour. He stood up and slashed Yao's back with lightling speed and hunter's precision. Yao fell onto the snow, dyeing the white snow a beautiful red. Kiku panted heavily, the snow was becoming heavier and the air, colder. It was getting harder to breathe with each second. It was even harder for Yao, considering just how much blood he was losing per second. More blood came out of his mouth. Twenty-eight minutes.

Kiku was about to walk away from his guardian, when he heard the familiar tune that he used to hear every night. Even while Yao was injured, he had enough strength to hum Kiku's favourite tune. Kiku turned around and crouched down next to his guardian. If one looked carefully, one could see tears start to fall from Kiku's glassy eyes. It was only then that Kiku realised how much of a monster he had become. Twenty-nine minutes.

Yao gave a light smile and said "I can watch over you now aru...from the heavens...aru" A few more tears rolled out of his eyes before he covered those golden orbs, for good.

Kiku's expressionless face was filled with much horror. The thirty minute mark had passed. Both their swords were buried deep in snow and the blizzard had reached its peak. Kiku summed up whatever strength he could and stalked out of the blizzard...

A little bit after that...

Yao shot straight out of his bed like a bullet. He scanned the room. It was his room. Moon light was pouring in from the window sill like a cool silvery liquid. At the his bedside sat a small figure. Yao's eyes widened. However, he invited this unexpected visit from an even more unexpected person.

Kiku had falled asleep while waiting for Yao to wake up.

But why? What had happened? Kiku's face was like an open book. All his emotions were laid out so clearly when he was asleep. Dried tear marks meant sadness. Red cheeks meant love. His eyes were child-like. Kiku's eyebrows pointed downward, indicating that he was afraid of something, just like when he was little. Yao pinched himself to make sure that this was not a dream. It indeed was not. Little Kiku was sleeping soundly beside him.

Halfway through Kiku's peaceful sleep, he shuddered violently, as if remembering a horror scene. Yao shushed him softly and stroked his back, trying to calm the younger boy down. Instead, Kiku opened his chocolate brown eyes and met Yao's golden ones.

Kiku immediately got up and out of Yao's bed and went on his knees to bow to his elder. He wanted to be forgiven so badly.

"Onii-san...gomen-nasai...I am so sorry for the pain I cause you...It was untolerable, I should be punished. I humbly accept any punishment Onii-san. Kill me if you want, I deserve it. I-" Kiku's speech was cut off by tender lips. He felt Yao's tender and loving lips on his, asking him to just be quiet and to allow Yao to enjoy his company.

Their kiss was not one of lust, but of love. Yao just placed his lips on Kiku's not doing anything else. Even this simple gesture made Kiku blush so deeply. After what seemed like minutes on end, Yao pulled away.

"I still love you aru. Even though you left me on the porch waiting forever for you to come back aru, even though you gave me a permanent scar aru, I will always love you, and I will grant you your freedom aru"

Now it was Kiku's turn who felt like everything was a dream. Everything was going his way and he would not have to depart with his dear Onii-san.

"But, you must promise me one thing aru."
"Anything"
"Whether we live in different countries...or speak different languages...or write differently...I want us to always...gaze at the same moon!"

Kiku just smiled and nodded his head at this simple request. He took out Yao's erhu and handed it to Yao.

"I've always noticed you playing that tune in the night. Tonight will be no different, right?" Kiku smiled sweetly, innocently. That enchanting smile that could make the deities in the heavens feel dizzy. Yao could never resist that smile. He took the erhu gingerly from Kiku's hands and straightened his back just enough to play it.

The two lovers were together again, this time in Yao's room gazing at the hypnotizing moon. Even though they would have to part in the morning, they would always be together in their hearts and souls.

The end~

A/N: AND I'M DONE WITH THIS FIC! Hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it ^^ Reviews are always good! If you guys want a sequeel or something I may just write one ;) I look forward to seeing your reviews ^^