In Japan. 3 days since the kidnapping of Nanjing. China is making negotiations for his child. The year is the same.

When Fu-Han woke up, he was bandaged and bruised. His small body was curled up on the ground. His usual red shirt and white pants were replaced by a long red and white kimono with flowers on it. The ends were ripped like someone had sloppy cut the fabric. As the young chinese boy moved, he felt a slight breeze on his upper thigh. His lavender eyes landed on the kimono once again. This time he noticed that someone had ripped the beautiful, silk-like fabric. The rip went up to his wait and showed his lone leg. Fu-Han shakily stood up and once again, noticed a flaw in this kimono. Not only did it look like something a girl should be wearing, but there were also those long rips on both sides of the boys' waist. If it weren't for the shorts someone had put on him, the boy would have been revealed. His long locks were controlled by the bandage around his left eye. But other than that, his brown tendrils went well past his waist. Fu-Han saw a mirror on the other side of the room and rushed over t check his state. Of course, this became difficult as he could barely walk. When he made it to the mirror, he barely recognized the boy standing there. For one, there were so many bruises and bandages along his body he looked like he had been in an accident. One around his head and over his eye. Another around his upper body that was hidden beneath the elegant cloth of a kimono. Yet another going up his right leg and another halfway up his leg just past the knee. And finally one around both his arms that made his hands look like he was wearing karate wraps. The young boy sighed. His face wan untouched by any bruise but his eyes were puffy and red from crying. His usual lavender eyes were a a few shades darker and he had dark circles around them. He then noticed his neck was bandaged and still held the blood from the previous night. Wait. What day was it? Was it the next morning? The chinese teen headed for the door, limping a bit. He had to know.

As his fingers touched the door, it swung open and there stood Japan. His eyes were cold and held a certain authority to them.

"Ah. You've awakened, Fu-Han. As you could have guessed by the decoration, you're in Japan. Welcome." He placed a hand on the boy's head and then walked away with a 'follow' gesture.

The japanese man led him to a room with a single chair and one door. No windows. No decorations. Nothing. Fu-Han backed up into the wall, not wanting to go inside. But instead of Kiku forcing him inside, the japanese man simply sat down and waited for his nephew to come inside. His pale hand extended to Nanjing.

"Come here. Or erse." He said in a venomous tone.

Nanjing jumped a bit and took a few steps inside. Once he was halfway to Kiku, the door slammed shut. A squeak escaped the young chinese boys' lips and he turned to look at the door. No! He ran to the door and raised his hand to pound on it. As soon as he let it down, he felt a warm hand on his bandaged wrist. His purple eyes landed on Kiku.

"Y-Yes?" Nanjing asked, shaking a bit.

"Sh. Don't scream." Kiku whispered hotly in the younger's ear.

Two purple orbs widened in shock as he felt a hand slip under his bandages and relieve them from their previous position of covering his skin. His breathe hitched and he used his other hand to grab Kiku's that was on his stomach. "St-Stop." He whispered. Kiku growled a bit in warning then continued removing the bandages. After they were all removed and all on the floor, Kiku led the boy to the chair. Black belts adorned the sides of the chair. He didn't want to sit down so he pulled his arm back a bit. As soon as he does this, Japan delivered a hard smack to his cheek.

"Don't make me do something I'rr regret, Nanjing." He growled, his accent showing greatly.

A small, choked whimper came from Nanjing's throat. He didn't want to sit down. But instead of being led to sit down, he was forced onto the chair. His knees touching the main part of the chair where your butt should be. The japanese man picked up a black belt and wrapped it tightly around the boys' wrists. Another one was picked up.

"Count how many times I hit you. This wirr teach you to not to disobey me."

Kiku cracked the belt on the floor. He removed the beautiful kimono do that Nanjing's back was showing. A loud cracking noise followed and a cry of pain.

"A-AH! O-One."

Whip.

"T-Two.."

Whip.

"Th-Three...Ugh!"

Whip.

"F-F-Four."

Whip.

"F-Five!"

Whip.

"S-S-S...Ah...S-Six..."

Whip.

"S-S...Ow..."

"I don't berieve 'Ow' is a number, Fu-Han." Kiku hissed.

Nanjing had deep red slicing down his back from the whippings. Right as the pain was starting to die down, the black belt came down of his pale back again.

"A-AH!"

"Start over." He growled.

Whip. Whip. Whip.

"O-One...Ow...T-Two...Sh-Shit...Th-Three."

This continued on for a long two hours. By the end of this, he had deep welts going up and down his back. They were a bright red color on Nanjing's pale skin. He was so much more in pain than before. His hands were still bound tightly but his entire body was shaking violently. He felt like he would give out at any moment. But was Kiku going to allow that? No. The Japanese man walked over to Fu-Han and unbound his hand. His arms wrapping around the boys' frame. This time Kiku sat in the chair.

"I'll teach you wonderful things, Nanjing. I promise you'll never forget me." The japanese whispered.

Nanjing's eyes widened as he heard the familiar sound of a zipper. No. Not again. He was begging for this not to happen. He didn't want to go through this a second time. The first time had left him broken.

"N-No! St-Stop." He was shaking a lot worse, telling the man not to do this.

"Looks like you didn't get enough punishment from last time." The man's silky voice called.

"D-Dammit."

Kiku stood and got a knife and a large branch that was sitting on the floor of the room. Nanjing sat on the ground, tears starting to fall down his face. He wanted to go back home so badly, but that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

"Fu. I hate to do this, but as long as you defy me, I'll have to hurt you."

A small whimper came out the chinese boy right before the knife was pressed into his cheek. The warm crimson liquid rolled down his cheek with his tears. Slowly, the knife was brought down in neck and ended at his thigh. A small hiss escaped and then Nanjing closed his purple eyes.

God. If you hear me. . .Please. Make this end quickly.

It had been 2 weeks since then. Nanjing has been sleeping because of bloodloss. China is still making negotiations. Japan is refusing.

The young chinese boy woke again and this time, he was back into the room with the single bed and mirror. His purple eye were grape colored this time. The bandages were replaced on his body and so was the beautifully colored kimono. But the red silky fabric was ripped even more as if there had been a struggle. He looked more like a slave. His visible eye went to the mirror and what he saw disgusted him. There laid a small, pale being with dark dark circles around his eye. His pink lips were dulled and the visible parts of his body were bruised. Once again, Nanjing stared at this unfamiliar person. As the days passed, he looked less and less like himself. He also noticed that the person in the mirror had a faint blush over its cheeks. They looked sick.

After a few minutes, Kiku appeared in the doorway. Fu-Han stared at the elder to see his next move. The japanese walked over and placed a cold hand on Nanjing's head.

"You have a fever. No punishment today."

Fu-Han stared up at the taller man, raising an eyebrow. He felt weak but not that much. The small boy sat up and realized the pain was back tenfold. With a small hiss, he tried to stand but Kiku held him down. The man's eyes held a tiny flicker of pity. Nanjing looked confused as the japanese man held him close and starting to sing a chinese lullaby he had learned from Yao. Within a few minutes, Fu-Han was slipping back into Dreamland.