It's been 3 weeks since the last chapter. Nanjing is still under japanese control. China is done negotiating. Japan refuses.

Nanjing was sitting at the window of the japanese home. Outside, the cherry blossom trees were void of their usual beautiful pink petals. The ground was covered in a paper thin white snow. He saw a young woman with long black hair and a single curl bobbing from her head. She wore a pink dress that seemed to be the only color in this black and white world. Nanjing had met this girl before. Her name was Mei. Otherly known as Taiwan. She had come to see him with permission of Japan. As long as she never told China what was going on with the young teenager, she could continue to come see him. The little chinese watched her go and his hand went to the purple flower in his chocolate brown locks. A purple flower that Mei had given him. The inside was white and the more it goes out into the petals, the darker the purple would become. His hand retracted and then he left the window.

There was no reason for him to try and escape. He had tried on numerous occasions. Each time, he was mercilessly beaten until he couldn't stand for a few days. Not to mention he had been raped more times in the past month that he could even think possible. It wasn't his fault it was like this but he certainly wasn't happy about it. He had been raped at least 4 times a week if you're counting how many times Japan entered him. But if you're talking about how times the japanese man came, it was a lot. Like within the past month of living here, the boy has been cummed in and on over 30 times. Kiku usually went more than one round when doing someone. And that unlucky person was himself.

The young boy got up and held up his purple kimono. The red one that he liked was covered in blood and semen. No one would wear such a thing. Fu-Han took careful steps toward the front of the house, mainly the door. It was about time for Kiku to come home. And everyday, sick or not, Nanjing would meet the elder at the door. It wasn't because he was told to but it was a way for him to say 'Thank You'. And I know what you're thinking, say "Thank You" to your rapist? Is this Author nuts? No. In fact, She isn't. 3 weeks ago exactly, the little boy had been sick. To an extent, he could have been labeled a lot worse. His blood was extremely low, he had a super high fever of 104, and to top it all of he was prone to dizziness. It had been an awful week for Kiku. No sex at all and he had to take care of the little one. Of course, he didn't mind it at all. Mainly because when Nanjing is sick, he's very loopy but clingy to the person helping him. And Kiku actually liked the boy better when he was clingy.

Before he knew it, Nanjing was seated on his leg and bowing before the japanese man.

"Welcome home, Kiku-NiNi." He whispered in a small voice.

Another thing Japan was happy with. Nanjing had finally broken down and decided to be sweet towards Kiku. There was no disobedience anymore. If Kiku said 'jump', Fu-Han says 'How high?' and Japan loved it.

"Oh? Konnichi wa, Fu. Ogenki desu ka?" He said in a soothing voice.

"...Erm..Genki desu." Fu answered then stood up.

Japan leaned down to kiss the young chinese boys' head. As luck would have it, the boy happened to look at Japan at just the right time. Causing their lips to touch instead of Kiku kissing Fu's head. Said boy's eyes widened in shock and instead of pulling away, he just stood there. This about the time that Kiku would jump on Fu and start doing dirty things but the man did nothing at all. Instead, he wrapped his arms around the boy and kissed him sweetly. There was no angry passion there, just a bunch of sweetness. Just as quick as it started, he pulled away.

"Have you eaten?" Kiku said, acting like nothing happened.

Fu-Han shook his head and then followed Kiku to the kitchen. Why didn't he jump on me like he used to?

It's been a day since then. Stubborness on all sides. Finally, Agreement. China has Nanjing back. Nanjing doesn't know this.

The young boy skipped home. He had been at the dead cherry tree, writing down a few things on the way. He had wanted to observe the land around him but it would seem that that wouldn't happen. So Fu-Han skipped through the trees, keeping a tight hold on his notebook like thing, In there was a drawing of Kiku working and the other pages were filled with chinese writing. Mainly notes so he could remember things. As he entered his japanese owners' homr, he heard hushed whispers of the cleaning women. Someone had arrived here. The small boy looked inside the open office and then headed to his own room. He sat next to the window once again and smiled. The gray and black world had became his home. His body was no longer covered in bruises and cuts. But there was a hickey on his pale neck. Yep, a hickey that was hidden by a his kimono. Within a few moments, a small male that looked like an older version of him with amber colored eyes walked inside the room.

"Ni hao ma, aru." A voice called.

"Nei hou ma, Mama." He answered quietly.

Yao observed his son's bright purple eyes and then frowned. He looked a lot better than when he saw that awful photo but something seemed off about the boy.

"I have good news, aru." the elder chinese said.

"Oh? What is that?" the younger replied with dulled eyes.

He didn't believe that this was happening for real. Just another desperate dream.

"Pack your bags, Fu-Han. We're going home, aru." He said.

He still didn't believe it.

Less than 2 weeks later. China and Nanjing are rebuilding the city.

Fu-han walked toward Yao's outfit to ask the elder what to do. He stood at the door, opening it just a crack and hears some odd things.

"He's sick? Serves him right, aru! He kidnapped my son!" A voice hissed.

"But he's dying, Teacher! You should have seen him! He looks horrible!" A female voice reasoned.

"I don't care, aru! He deserves it! He can die for all I care!"

Gasp. "Teacher Wang Yao! That was uncalled for!"

"And so was the hell he put Nanjing through, aru!"

Nanjing stepped away from the door. Japan was sick? How? He hadn't been gone that long so what happened? He headed back to his room and then it hit him. While he was in Japan, the man had seemed a bit sickly and was taking a few pills during those last few days. The few days he didn't bother to hurt Nanjing in any way, shape, or form.

Nanjing sat in his room, thinking about the sickness Japan had. So it had been decided. In the dark of the night, Fu-han snuck out of the Wang home and toward Kiku's home. He sat in a boat for a long few hours and then ran to the home. Within a few moments, he was dressed in his old purple kimono and the flower was replaced in his hair. He wanted it to seem like he never left. When he found Kiku, the man was curled up and coughing. His dark brown eyes landed on Fu-Han for only second then he reached out.

"C-Come h-here...O-Onegai..."

The little chinese boy rushed over t the man's side. Fu-Han quickly laid beside him and was immediately wrapped in the japanese mans' arms. He heard a small sniffle and then looked at Kiku, there were small tears running down his face. The smaller boy felt pity for his Uncle and wiped away the tears, and whispered sweet words to calm him down.

"I-I thought y-you l-left." He muttered.

"No. I never left, Kiku-sama. I'm here." Nanjing replied.

"O-Onegai...Please...Don't...leave.." His breathing was hitched a bit and his voice cracked.

"I won't. I promise. Don't worry, Kiku-sama. I'm here."

The Japanese man sobbed into the Chinese boys' kimono clad chest. He wasn't sobbing out of fear of being alone.

He was sobbing because he was happy Nanjing came back.