China has noticed the disappearance of Nanjing. He hurriedly rushed around to find him. It has been 3 days since the previous chapter.

"Kiku-NiNi. Please calm down." The young boy whispered.

"Iie! You are going to leave again. You have to leave." His voice cracked as he clung to the young boy.

"I'm not going anywhere Kiku-NiNi. I'm here now, aren't I?" Nanjing asked with confused purple eyes.

"But you won't be here l-later.." The other whispered back.

"I will. I promise. In you darkest hour. You have me. And only me." The boy whispered.

The japanese man's eyes widened in shock. Had Fu-Han just repeated his own words back to him? What kind of sense did that make? He knew it was a lie to begin with but this was crazy. Although, he couldn't help but cling to the younger boy that reminded him of Yao. This small chinese boy reminded him of Yao in so many ways.

1: The boy was kind when he needed to be but fierce when mistreated. (He had gotten a few scratches from this)

2: He looked so much like Yao except for those stunning purple eyes.

3: He was so sweet and caring.

"A-Arigatou.." He whispered.

"Do itashimashite, Kiku-onii-chan." The boy whispered back.

China discovers the hiding place of his son, Nanjing. After a few hours of flying, he reached the home of Kiku.

"Aiyah. Where are they, aru?" He growled in annoyance.

His son had been raped and beaten but the boy still found enough goodness in his heart to come back and help his own rapist. What kind of shit was that? Rather than being safe and sound at home, the boy had run back to his brother's home to take care of him like some desperate housewife. Well, Yao was not going to have that, no he would not. The elder chinese male stomped through the home, his temper flaring with each step. How dare his son run away like that? It was so disrespectful? Had he not learned this?! Oh, that boy was in so much trouble when Yao got his hands on him.

Little did Yao know, He would be punishing Nanjing a lot more than he thought.

"K-Kiku-NiNi? What are you doing?!" Fu-Han asked.

One moment, he had been helping Kiku into his night clothing so he could get some much needed rest. And the next, he was pinned to the wooden ground. The young chinese glanced up into dark brown eyes and for once, he found a bit of warmth there. It wasn't much mind you. But it was there. Kiku smirked, that old red flame back into his darkly colored orbs. He was going to have a last 'Hurrah' before this ended.

"What do you mean, Fu?" He chuckled darkly and then ran his tongue over the younger's neck.

Fu-Han frowned and looked away. There was no point resisting the older, it would only get worse if he did. So he laid back and took the horrible thing that was happening to him. But, oddly enough it didn't feel as bad as before. Wait?! What?! There was no way that thought had just crossed his mind. Kiku kissed down and then smiled at the little one.

"Kiss me." The elder commanded. With that, he got off the younger and sat up.

Nanjing didn't hesitate as he straddled the japanese. His face still held a frown but it was because he was confused. Wasn't Kiku going to rape him or was he really that sick? The japanese frowned as if telling the younger to hurry up and the young chinese decided to comply. With a careful lean, he pressed his lips to Kiku's. The next thing this little chinese boy knew, they were in a full make out. And then in another few moments passed and the boy laying his head on Kiku's shoulder. A single, lubed digit in his entrance. The chinese boy shuddered and his small hands held onto Kiku's arms.

"N-Nnngn~" A faint blush enveloped his face as he moaned.

Japan added another finger, being as gentle as possible. He wanted Nanjing to enjoy himself. More so now that he knows that the chinese country was here. He could hear the angry stomping toward his office that was at least two or three floors up. Once he finds out he's not up there, all hell will break loose. THe Japanese smirked and then lifted Fu-Han's head up. With the smirk still plastered on his face, he kissed Fu-Han's pink lips. Soon after that moment, there were fingers stretching the young boy's entrance. Preparing him for sexual intercourse.

"Nngn~" Fu-Han bit his lips, clinging to the other's black button up shirt.

The elder soon had four fingers moving in and out of the young chinese boy. Broken and lustful moans escaped the boys' lips. He couldn't help it when he was being touched so nicely. Compared to his "first time" with the same man, this was like an increased high. Kiku pulled his fingers out slowly and then raised the City up.

"Ready, my little pet?" Japan asked in a sultry voice.

Fu-Han simply nodded and then closed his eyes. Within a few seconds that same member was entering him all over again but this time, he didn't fight it.

"A-Agn!~" He gripped the shirt tighter, his eyes closed tightly. Even being prepared he felt like he was hurting. Kiku wasn't deterred but as he heard the loud stomping over his head, he knew he was losing time and fast. So without another thought he thrusted as deep as he could go into the younger and claimed his lips in a harsh kiss. It wasn't because he was being mean, however. It was because he needed Nanjing to adjust quickly and not to scream. Fu-Han took it as him trying to rush things and broke the kiss. Soon trying to scream for help.

"AH! SOMEONE H-AGNNNNNNNNNNNN!" He hissed and moaned at the same time. Although he wanted help, it would not come for Kiku called the shots here. And the Japanese began to thrust deeply into the younger's tight heat. His eyes shut again as he let the moans flow freely from his lips. Kiku on the other hand heard Yao's footsteps in the room next door. His smirk widened maliciously and he threw Nanjing to the ground. The boy was on his hands and knees, panting heavily.

"K-Kiku-Ni...Ni? What are you doi-AHHHHHHHHHHH J-JAPAN-NINI!" He cried out as he was roughly entered once again. His arms gave out and his cheek touched the cold wooden floor. A few tears slipped down his cheek and then the door opened.

Yao heard a loud scream coming from the next door over and then jumped to it. His fingers wrapped around the door and he threw it open. The scene before him was truly startling. His son, Nanjing, was laying on the ground. His knees held his bottom half up but his top half looked like it couldn't hold him up any longer. He looked tired and tears were in his eyes but there were soft moans and whimpers coming from him. His brown hair spread along the wooden floors. And when he got a better look of his son, there was a white liquid flowing down his legs. But that wasn't all. Kiku. The one that had done it, was gone.

"DAMMIT, ARU!" He yelled and scooped his son up into his arms. With final glare to the empty room he whispered:

"You're going to pay for that, Kiku."

Kiku his behind a pillar and watched them leave. Fu-Han opened his eyes and saw Kiku hiding and then shuddered violently. The Japanese smirked and mouthed:

"In your darkest hour, you will always have me."