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A Castle of Silence and Bones

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what if-?
WWII was won by the Axis Powers.
Imperial Japan gained control of Asia.
The world, as we know it, was never there.

please note-
Chapters are short, subtle, sensual; sexual.
This is nothing like Half A Millenium
I am going to beat the JapanxChina out of me with this fanfiction.

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001.
the failings of immortality
(for if I were a sparrow, I would take to the sky, and if I were human, then I would just die)

He, Kiku, brings him here, bundled up and bloody and torn and hurt from limb to limb. Yao cannot open his eyes, and it is not simply because of the heavy gauze in front of them. His hands are shaking, quaking, from the ride and those memories and those bloodstains that just will not go away.

'I love you,' Kiku has said.

And so, the other lovingly takes him.

Lovingly breaks him.

Tastes and mutates and makes Yao his own-lovingly, of course.

Walls are breaking, bending, shaking, and then crumbling away altogether. He feels them, feels his people. They quake, in anger and fear and something like complete and utter repulsion. They taste the metal of bullets, the silver of swords; the distilled delicacy that the death itself. His people, their generals, the other nations, they envy him, fear him, respect him.

(They think he would make a good fuck.)

Irony, irony-he would think it bitter, if he did not know it so well.

The sword, Kiku's sword, Imperial Japan's sword, cuts deeper and deeper. Even if it reaches his heart, even if it pierces his heart, he will not die, and they both know it.

Lovingly, lovingly.

It begins.

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