Chapter 6

A/N: I'm back with another update. Just having you know, this is the longest chapter so far, but probably the most interesting. It gets the story moving along quite well. It could have been longer, but I had to tell myself to stop writing. Yeah..

Also, I'm really glad a lot of people are enjoying this story. It really makes a difference to me, and really brings a smile to my face.

With that being said, enjoy this action-filled storm of a chapter. :)

Japan's POV

I threw my shirt off over my head, made sure Kuro was outside the room, turned around and faced the mirror. I stared at the wound neutrally, sighing. Sure enough, there was a giant bruise in the middle of my back, and it looked like it had been bleeding.

..bleeding? Just the thought of it made me feel uncomfortable. Being stabbed so hard with something blunt that you bled isn't exactly a nice thought. I tried to convince myself he was wearing some sort of heels, but the image of him wearing even small heels just didn't appear. I reached for my bandage I had prepared earlier, with the intention of wrapping my wound up in case someone decided to slam into it later.

"I hope you learned your lesson from this. Oh, and hurry up, I know your slow in the head but I didn't think if would effect you this much." I heard Kuro call from outside. I was getting more and more tired of his insults flying around, but didn't dare respond. He would of made a smart-ass comeback if I did.

I finally managed to wrap it up as best as I could, and walked out of my room. I kept walking, only stopping at the front door. Even though I knew I was going to be in grave danger by leaving, I hadn't reconsidered at all.

"Are you coming?" I questioned.

"You know I can only stay a separate person in this place, right? I'd just fade away, back to the other side of the mirror if I walked out there." he responded casually. I sighed and turned to face him.

"So how exactly are you meant to come with me then..?"

"Like this." Kuro suddenly dashed towards me at full speed, and before I could brace myself, he disappeared right before me. Like he merged with me.

"W-What just happened..? What are you doing?" I asked, looking around me frantically.

"I'm sharing this body with you, as much as I despise it. It's boring, only being able to sit and watch. I'll only be able to take over when your soul lets it's guard down and stuff by getting really angry, so don't fight it, okay?" he explains in his usual deep voice.

"Hai.." is all I said as I walked out the door. I looked up to the sky. "I'll be there Yao-san, just wait for me."

. . .

I stared in horror at what was left of Yao's Beijing residence. Half of the expensive, elegant house had been wrecked. Completely destroyed along with most of the unusually quiet city.

"That's quite the damage." Kuro commented in the back of my head.

"Damare.. if anyone else noticed I was talking to myself, they would deem me even more crazy then I already am." I whispered.

"Hey, but-" I ignored him as I ran towards the pile of rubble, making my way into the house from there.

I searched what was left of the house as quickly as I could, but not one other person was in sight. I cursed to myself for being too slow, as I searched the nearby areas. Still, no matter how hard I wished, neither Ivan or Yao were around. I felt my heart sink, and all of my hopes and plans shatter. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket, and began to dial Elizaveta's number.

"Hello?"

"Moshi moshi, i-it's Kiku.."

"Ugh, more bad news? That tone doesn't sound very nice. Go on."

"Well, I've searched everywhere, and Yao-san isn't anywhere. Including Ivan-san." I hear Elizaveta cry in disappointment through the phone.

"Really Kiku? Stop wasting my time! I'm here at the airport, I just arrived, in fact. What do you want me to do now?"

"G-Gomennasai! Really! I just.. you know what..? I'll meet you there, we can formulate another plan in person. Also, if I see them, we can head off together."

"I hope you know what you're doing Kiku, 'coz I sure as hell don't. Bye." Without letting me speak, Elizaveta hung up. I sighed, and placed my phone back in my pocket.

"Who is that anyway? Your girlfriend?" Kuro teased.

"W-What!? N-No! I-"

"Oh yeah, that's right, I forgot you were a homosexual."

"H-Hey! Yamete! [Stop] It's no-not like it's a b-bad thing.. or.. anything..!" I stammered, trying to hide the blush on my face.

".. you know I'm looking from your perspective, so you don't have to hide your blush, right? I can't see it, but I know it's there." I went silent for a few seconds.

"... damare." [Shut up]

. . .

".. you even walk slow, too. How much more pathetic can you get?" Kuro kept on taunting. I sighed. All of the way to the airport, he had been pulling out insults out of nowhere. I wanted to punch him, or maybe tackle him to the ground and make him land head-first this time, but I had to keep reminding myself he was part of me. It sickened me. I lifted my head up at the tall building. It was once so populated, but now it remained so quiet and lost. The silence of the city was unnerving. I guided my eyes further down the path, finding a few more people ahead of me. At least there was some sort of other presence.

I stared closer at the four figures in front of me. I noted that one of them was unnaturally tall, one had strangely large breasts, one was limping a lot, and the last boy.. well, didn't have many defining traits that I could identify. It seemed like a bunch that I knew. It reminded me closely of Katyusha and Ivan, plus two other random people.

'Katyusha and Ivan.. yeah.. it fits perfectly, doesn't it?.. W-Wait..'

I squinted my eyes, and had a closer look. My eyes widened in complete shock. I facepalmed at my own stupidity. How could I not have realised earlier? I ran down the concrete pathway as fast I could, and with all of my strength, tackled the large figure to the ground- or should I say, Ivan.

"Ivan-san! It was about time you'd stop running away. What do you think you're doing with Yao-san?" I shouted, with my arm pushing against his neck. I knew I wasn't going to last long in a fight with him, but I had to keep stalling until someone unleashed Kuro.

The Russian's look of disbelief lasted a split second- it quickly changed to his signature evil smile.

"Kiku? Oh, I knew you'd come some time. A little early though, don't you think?" he commented. I wasn't playing around though. I struck his forehead with my fist, though it didn't do much damage. I added a kick to his face as I stood up, glaring at the others standing by. I mentally took note that Katyusha was indeed present, and Toris was also standing by. He was also propping up Yao, who looked way too wounded to even stand.

Losing myself in the quiet scene around me, Ivan saw this as a perfect chance. From behind, he kicked me forward with his foot, hitting me in my one vulnerable spot- the centre of my back, which had already been damaged. I tumbled towards the ground, letting out only small coughs and sharp breaths.

"You don't know who you're dealing with, do you? Stop trying so hard just to be strong and save Yao, because it won't work when you're facing me." Ivan informed behind me. Before I could turn to face him, I felt a burst of pain in my stomach. Another kick was not was I needed. I curled up and clutched it in pain with my right arm, trying to prop myself up with my left. Ivan didn't seem to approve of this idea, as I received a faucet pipe to the face. A harsh bruise was probably left behind, but I couldn't care less what kind of damage it did to me. "Oh, maybe if I hurt Yao instead, you'll learn a lesson." My head immediately flicked up in shock. I wanted him to fight me, not him. I scrambled to my feet, still guarding my stomach.

"Y-You wouldn't! Y-" I was interrupted by one of Yao's echoing screams. I felt a thick liquid splash in my face. Without even looking at it, I identified it by it's slimy dripping. Blood. I hesitantly looked at the scene before me, completely terrified of what could of happened.

Ivan's silver pipe shined just in front of Yao's stomach. A quickly looked at the ground, noticing a bloody bandage had fallen to the floor. A star shaped wound was deeply etched into his skin, but some of the faded blood around it showed it had been bleeding earlier. Instead, Ivan's pipe had only reopened the wound, and the blood had spray everywhere from the large amount of force. Though I was used to blood, the gore of the scene made me feel sick.

I covered my mouth and staggered back, quietly chanting broken sentences to myself to keep it together.

"Y..Yao-san... please...Ivan...san... j-just.. ... why...?" I tilted my head down, and looked at the few drops of blood on the ground below me. At that moment, I remembered something.

/

"I'll only be able to take over when your soul lets it's guard down and stuff by getting really angry, so don't fight it, okay?"

/

I dwelled on the thought a bit more, as rage boiled up inside me.

'Ivan-san... that sick man. He always did nothing but torture and make everyone suffer, even if he wasn't physically near them. Even if he didn't intend to, he would bring people to near death. And even when others tried to step in and help, to try and point out his wrong ways, he wouldn't listen. He's just a selfish, oblivious Russian who needs to step back. What's worse, is that his usual target is Yao-san... of all people, he chooses to make my Yao suffer. He won't be forgiven... he will never be forgiven... '

NEVER.

The fire within me finally reached my eyes. I opened and closed my fists- or at least tried to. I couldn't really control myself at all. Finally. I did it. Now it was time for Kuro to do his part.

Kuro's POV

"If you need any back-up, just call 'Elizaveta'. She should be here. She might be watching us right now." I hear Kiku warn.

"As if I'll do that. I don't need anyone else. No one will get in my way, or I'll make them." I whisper, trying not to direct any attention to the awkward self conversation. I lifted my head up, aiming my fiery eyes at the one I figured was Ivan.

"You're not getting away from this easily.. I'll guarantee that much. But leaving here with all of your limbs in tact? That's something I can't." I lunged towards the other man, swinging my left fist forward openly. My speed wasn't the greatest, and he blocked it without a problem. As soon as our hands collided, I raised my right leg up and knocked Ivan to the ground in one blow.

I walk straight over to him, looking down on the inferior Russian with delight. Before I can move to kick him over and taunt him a bit more, he swings his faucet pipe widely, giving me no time to evade. I get tossed to the ground, but flip over and land on my legs. Getting too injured this early in the fight would be disappointing.

Ivan's loud, thumping footsteps grow closer, and with little effort, I spin around on my left leg, now placing me behind him. I stepped back, only to launch forward with a wide punch, spreading the force all over the other's back. Although I packed quite some force into my strike, the built Russian didn't make a move. He slowly turned his head to me, and his body soon followed. I jumped back, with my hands at my defence.

"You are a little nation compared to me. You'll need more than words to take me down." he states, with one of the strangest smiles I've ever seen. Ivan suddenly dashed towards me, holding his pipe above his head. With one movement, he jumped up, and swung his pipe towards the ground, aiming to crush my head in. I shifted to the side moments before it completely destroyed my skull. I didn't let this close encounter phase me though. I spun around to gain momentum, and with this force backing it up, I smashed my arm into Ivan's right temple. It only knocked him off balance, but this was good enough for me.

I reach up and gripped the back of his head. With full force, I dragged him over, and smashed his head against one of the fragile glass panes making up the airport. The cuts along his face didn't do any justice for me, though. I dragged him over some more, and finally smashed it against the solid border of the glass panes. I smiled in amusement, as I lifted Ivan's head up to check his wounds.

While inspecting the blood dripping down his forehead and the deeps shards lodged into his face, out of the corner of my vision I noticed a light glaring into my eyes. I noted this as the glare of sunlight reflecting off the faucet pipe. Suddenly, the glare disappeared, and I instinctively pulled my right arm down to guard myself. Just like I expected, the thin but sturdy pipe collided with the palm of my hand, allowing me to gain hold of it. I wrapped my fingers around it and pushed against it, desperately fighting against the developing force. This however, was a bad move.

Ivan, being as strong as he is, spun around and swiped his faucet pipe sideways, sending me flying towards the other people. It was lucky I didn't land on anyone. (Lucky for them anyway, I couldn't care less.) I slowly lifted my head up, trying to identify who every blurry figure was. It was too late by the time I realised the figure shadowing right over me was Ivan, holding his pipe above his head, ready to strike.

A/N: Gee, at this rate, I might finish the story in a week! XD Nah, I want to keep it going for a while, short stories aren't as good as interesting, long ones. The next chapter will be even more intense that this one, so stay tuned! There's heaps of blood and stuff too.. just a note.

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See you in the next one!