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Title: err.. WW2 AU? [2/3]
Rating: M
Characters: Kiku, Heracles, Lidwig, Felinciano
warning: kinda dark and violent, use of human names and OOC-ness?
Summery: Kiku, a Japanese solider in Greece, stuggles with himself and the people around him.
Heracles opened his eye just a bit, so it looked like he was still sleeping. He surveyed his surroundings.
‘Of course they’d keep the jails in pristine condition.’ He thought bitterly as he peered though the metal bars. ‘They let the roads fall apart and the people starve...’ He thought angrily until his green eyes fell on the image of his sleeping guard pressed against the bars.
‘At least they gave me something pretty to look at.’ He smiled slightly. The little Asian shared in his love of men, he could tell. He had always had the strange ability to tell if someone was like him in that way. He also always had an eye for foreign types.
‘He’s so cute when he’s angry...’ He remembered as he observed the slumbering man.
He then noticed how his guard looked so small compared to the rifle that he was holding; the oversized uniform didn’t really help matters either. This Japanese man looked more like a child.
‘A child trapped in an adult’s game...’ the Greek man though solemnly. He stealthily crept to where the man was leaning against the cage, unaware of the world, to get a better look.
His heart nearly stopped, the man was beautiful, so much more so then he imagined. Heracles had to fight with himself not to reach out and move the hair in his way, so he could feel his skin even for a small moment. He sighed sadly and moved away slightly,
‘It-’He thought leaned against the bars beside the sleeping man. He suddenly heard a quite mew. His eyes shifted to the jail doorway.
A cat stood there, taking in the stone surroundings. Heracles slowly and quietly crawled over to the part of the cell closest to the door. He gestured and whispered softly to the cat. Interested, the cat gracefully sauntered over. He smiled and started to pet the animal, stealthily taking the note hidden within its collar. He really did miss all of his cats.
‘I wonder if they’re all ok...’ he really doubted it, between the starvation and the bombings; no one would really have the time or resources to take care of the stray cats that they came across.
‘How tragic,’ he thought sadly, gently stroking the animal’s slightly matted fur; he was going to miss all of his cats. ‘Well, there will be plenty of cats to take care of after the war...’ the thought failed to cheer him up, so he decided to stop thinking and concentrate of the feline in front of him. The animal started to purr loudly, greedily soaking up all the attention it was getting. It purred so loudly, that is awoke the sleeping guard.
“What are you doing?” Kiku asked harshly, not realizing that he had spoken in Japanese. He blinked a few times to get rid of the blurriness in his vision. The prisoner was on the other side of the cell and ignoring him, Kiku frowned.
‘If he thinks he doesn’t have to listen to me just because he’s bigger than me-’
“What are you doing?” he asked again, this time getting up off the stool and quickly walked over to where the Greek was currently huddled.
‘A cat...’ He thought, his heart softening. He loved cats. When he was a small child, his parents would let him keep several. He watched the Greek stroke the cat, all the while feeling very homesick. He came back to himself when he heard the familiar stomp of Dr.Marten’s.
He knew from experience that the German, Ludwig was his name, did not like cats, and wasn’t above stomping on any that had the misfortune of crossing his path. He stealthily picked up the cat, causing the Greek to voice his confusion, and quickly and gently nudged it out the window. The blond man was almost at the front door, and Kiku didn’t want another cat to fall under the German’s sturdy boots.
“Good Morning, Kiku” the German greeted in his mother tongue.
“Good Morning.” Kiku replied he was never one for using the names of people that he didn’t care for.
“I trust that everything went well.” Ludwig shifted his icy gaze to the caged Greek, whom glared at him as well.
“Yes, sir” He answered, “The prisoner was,” He stole a look at the sitting Greek, “well behaved.” The German nodded and was about to say something when Feliciano, the forgetful Italian ran in with a happy shout of, “Ludwig!”
Like him, Feliciano didn’t want to be in a strange land fighting for something he didn’t believe in. He just wanted to go home with Ludwig and create beautiful things.
“Before this, I was an artist,” He randomly said one evening, while Ludwig was busy getting food. They had to guard the camp. “I would paint all day until my brother...” the young man trailed off, “My brother would burst into my room and shout at me for not eating or going outside, but then he would see what I made and he would go silent and...” he trailed off, seeming to realize that he was rambling.
He looked at the Asian from across the fire, “What were you before this?”
“A Naval Officer.” The young man laughed, “No, before that, before the war.” Kiku frowned, he really didn’t want to give out that information, but since the Italian had told a little about himself...
“I was a writer and translator.” He said. An awkward and strange silence soon took hold until the Italian spoke once again.
“I don’t want to be here.” He said, “I just want to create pretty things that people will enjoy with my love by my side.” His eyes became glassy. “But that will never happen, will it, Kiku? Ludwig is a soldier first and foremost. I never wanted to be anything but an artist. We’re so different, and yet I can’t breathe without him. Not only does he protect me, but he’s my inspiration, the holder of my heart...” He paused to wipe his eyes. “Ah, but I’m rambling, sorry for dumping all my troubles on you.”
After that conversation, he had a new respect for the Italian man. He was here to stay with his love. Kiku wished that he had a lover that devoted to him, or that he could be that dedicated to another. Kiku could tell that it went both ways; from the way German’s icy eyes melt and soften when Feliciano was near. They were lucky. A thing like theirs during at time like this was a rare thing indeed.
‘They shouldn’t allow their weaknesses be so open.’ He thought, tuning out the conversation between lovers in favour of starting at the handsome Greek who was currently starting back at him. The green-eyed man smiled lustily, making the Japanese man flush slightly. Kiku quickly turned his attention back to the conversing German and Italian.
The Greek was going to be the end of him.
Yeah, I made Ludwig kind of a douche... meh part three will be up but the due date!
Let me know of any issues with spelling and/or grammar! <3
Rating: M
Characters: Kiku, Heracles, Lidwig, Felinciano
warning: kinda dark and violent, use of human names and OOC-ness?
Summery: Kiku, a Japanese solider in Greece, stuggles with himself and the people around him.
Heracles opened his eye just a bit, so it looked like he was still sleeping. He surveyed his surroundings.
‘Of course they’d keep the jails in pristine condition.’ He thought bitterly as he peered though the metal bars. ‘They let the roads fall apart and the people starve...’ He thought angrily until his green eyes fell on the image of his sleeping guard pressed against the bars.
‘At least they gave me something pretty to look at.’ He smiled slightly. The little Asian shared in his love of men, he could tell. He had always had the strange ability to tell if someone was like him in that way. He also always had an eye for foreign types.
‘He’s so cute when he’s angry...’ He remembered as he observed the slumbering man.
He then noticed how his guard looked so small compared to the rifle that he was holding; the oversized uniform didn’t really help matters either. This Japanese man looked more like a child.
‘A child trapped in an adult’s game...’ the Greek man though solemnly. He stealthily crept to where the man was leaning against the cage, unaware of the world, to get a better look.
His heart nearly stopped, the man was beautiful, so much more so then he imagined. Heracles had to fight with himself not to reach out and move the hair in his way, so he could feel his skin even for a small moment. He sighed sadly and moved away slightly,
‘It-’He thought leaned against the bars beside the sleeping man. He suddenly heard a quite mew. His eyes shifted to the jail doorway.
A cat stood there, taking in the stone surroundings. Heracles slowly and quietly crawled over to the part of the cell closest to the door. He gestured and whispered softly to the cat. Interested, the cat gracefully sauntered over. He smiled and started to pet the animal, stealthily taking the note hidden within its collar. He really did miss all of his cats.
‘I wonder if they’re all ok...’ he really doubted it, between the starvation and the bombings; no one would really have the time or resources to take care of the stray cats that they came across.
‘How tragic,’ he thought sadly, gently stroking the animal’s slightly matted fur; he was going to miss all of his cats. ‘Well, there will be plenty of cats to take care of after the war...’ the thought failed to cheer him up, so he decided to stop thinking and concentrate of the feline in front of him. The animal started to purr loudly, greedily soaking up all the attention it was getting. It purred so loudly, that is awoke the sleeping guard.
“What are you doing?” Kiku asked harshly, not realizing that he had spoken in Japanese. He blinked a few times to get rid of the blurriness in his vision. The prisoner was on the other side of the cell and ignoring him, Kiku frowned.
‘If he thinks he doesn’t have to listen to me just because he’s bigger than me-’
“What are you doing?” he asked again, this time getting up off the stool and quickly walked over to where the Greek was currently huddled.
‘A cat...’ He thought, his heart softening. He loved cats. When he was a small child, his parents would let him keep several. He watched the Greek stroke the cat, all the while feeling very homesick. He came back to himself when he heard the familiar stomp of Dr.Marten’s.
He knew from experience that the German, Ludwig was his name, did not like cats, and wasn’t above stomping on any that had the misfortune of crossing his path. He stealthily picked up the cat, causing the Greek to voice his confusion, and quickly and gently nudged it out the window. The blond man was almost at the front door, and Kiku didn’t want another cat to fall under the German’s sturdy boots.
“Good Morning, Kiku” the German greeted in his mother tongue.
“Good Morning.” Kiku replied he was never one for using the names of people that he didn’t care for.
“I trust that everything went well.” Ludwig shifted his icy gaze to the caged Greek, whom glared at him as well.
“Yes, sir” He answered, “The prisoner was,” He stole a look at the sitting Greek, “well behaved.” The German nodded and was about to say something when Feliciano, the forgetful Italian ran in with a happy shout of, “Ludwig!”
Like him, Feliciano didn’t want to be in a strange land fighting for something he didn’t believe in. He just wanted to go home with Ludwig and create beautiful things.
“Before this, I was an artist,” He randomly said one evening, while Ludwig was busy getting food. They had to guard the camp. “I would paint all day until my brother...” the young man trailed off, “My brother would burst into my room and shout at me for not eating or going outside, but then he would see what I made and he would go silent and...” he trailed off, seeming to realize that he was rambling.
He looked at the Asian from across the fire, “What were you before this?”
“A Naval Officer.” The young man laughed, “No, before that, before the war.” Kiku frowned, he really didn’t want to give out that information, but since the Italian had told a little about himself...
“I was a writer and translator.” He said. An awkward and strange silence soon took hold until the Italian spoke once again.
“I don’t want to be here.” He said, “I just want to create pretty things that people will enjoy with my love by my side.” His eyes became glassy. “But that will never happen, will it, Kiku? Ludwig is a soldier first and foremost. I never wanted to be anything but an artist. We’re so different, and yet I can’t breathe without him. Not only does he protect me, but he’s my inspiration, the holder of my heart...” He paused to wipe his eyes. “Ah, but I’m rambling, sorry for dumping all my troubles on you.”
After that conversation, he had a new respect for the Italian man. He was here to stay with his love. Kiku wished that he had a lover that devoted to him, or that he could be that dedicated to another. Kiku could tell that it went both ways; from the way German’s icy eyes melt and soften when Feliciano was near. They were lucky. A thing like theirs during at time like this was a rare thing indeed.
‘They shouldn’t allow their weaknesses be so open.’ He thought, tuning out the conversation between lovers in favour of starting at the handsome Greek who was currently starting back at him. The green-eyed man smiled lustily, making the Japanese man flush slightly. Kiku quickly turned his attention back to the conversing German and Italian.
The Greek was going to be the end of him.
Yeah, I made Ludwig kind of a douche... meh part three will be up but the due date!
Let me know of any issues with spelling and/or grammar! <3