So.. I guess this is something no one expected to see again? I am so, so, so sorry for abandoning this the way that I did. I decided, thanks to a lovely anonymous reviewer, that I needed to finish this, one way or another. So, here it is. At this point, we probably only have two, maybe three chapters left. And I apologize for this being so short. There will be an update soon, I swear it.

Thank you to everyone who is still reading this.

It had been almost a month since Kiku had left. Yao wasn't sure if he had ever felt like this before. This.. listless, this.. uninterested, apathetic. This empty.

In that month, his small village had seen very little of the Japanese military, much to everyone's relief. Nevertheless, there was that lingering paranoia, the unspoken questions of "What if" that remained on the tongues of the people in the village. He didn't see children playing together outside anymore. People retreated indoors to hold their meetings, to greet each other.

There was no more news about the events of the wars. Their own civil war raged on, Yao knew that much, but he could only assume the same for the war against Japan.

Yao sighed, leaning forward to rest his forehead against the cool, wooden table.

His back hurt more now than it had in a long time..

Sighing, he stretched slightly, wincing as he felt his back crack.

There wasn't much to do now, except wait. But wait for what, he didn't know. Anything could happen at this point. Maybe they had won the war. Maybe they only had hours before the Japanese army destroyed them and left no one alive.


His indifferent eyes, pale skin, jet black hair that hung so perfectly around his face...

Yao's eyes shot open. He inhaled a shaky breath, growling and slamming his fist against the table.

He couldn't stop thinking about the Japanese soldier. He even dreamed about him, and had woken up quite a few times, shaken and on the verge of tears.

Sometimes he would wonder where Kiku was now, what he was doing, if he had been reunited with his military, if he was invading other villages, killing innocent people..

Other times, Yao would just wonder if Kiku was dead, or if he had been discovered by the Chinese army and had been tortured for information.

He didn't like to think about that too much.

Either way, Yao knew that he would never see him again, and that hurt more than anything else.

He hadn't even watched him walk out of his life..

A small cry sounding in the back of his throat, Yao pulled back and slammed his head against the table, wincing as his vision flashed white. No, not even that could make him stop thinking about Kiku.

Even though he knew full well that continuing to think about him would just hurt him even more.

"I knew what I was getting myself into," he mumbled, almost as if Kiku could still hear him. He let his eyes close. "I wish I had fought harder to keep you from leaving, aru." He twitched, sighing again.