Disclaimer: Remember when I first joined FF and had so many clever ways to disclaim stuff? I've finally run out. Hooray.
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ふたつの鼓動と赤い罪– On/Off
Red is luck. Red is blood.
Red is the color of the bride's wedding veil, draped over her head. It hides her from her groom.
These are the thoughts running through Yao's head as he sits silently, watching out the window. The montage is fresh and vivid in his mind.
When he shot Taiwan in the shoulder, when her face turned to him, twisted in pain and hatred.
The rush of a bloody history.
When he spat his blood over Hong Kong's face, knowing that his time was done, that he had to give him away.
And Japan, his brown eyes dead, unfamiliar, the night he slashed his back open for the world to see.
Let the dust choke and cover his wounds.