je_united gift fic for kame_chameleon
Lovely fic for kame_chameleon
Title: Sacrifice
Pairing: Kame/Jin, Kame/Ryo
Rating: PG-13 (Possibly NC-17 for suicide and hints of child abuse)
Warnings: Child abuse and suicide. Character Death
Summary: In the broken world where friends and enemies wears the same mask, you don’t know who to believe. When the enemy is really your saviour and your lover stabs you in the back. What could an heir do but to give his life.
Notes: Written for kame_chameleon. I haven't written anything in a while. I hope you like it.
Stench of iron and suds was mixed, thick in the air. The air was hefty, sodden with terror. It has been a while since they have seen clean water and a safe place to find refuge. A mere two days ago they had not an idea about each other. A mere two days ago, he hadn’t a reason to move on. A mere forty eight hours prior to this minute, they were sure, that they were as obsolete as those that were left behind.
The man he left behind. His heavy step weighted by the dead weight he was carrying on his back. It was almost as he was punishing himself, carrying not only the burden on his back but dragging the half awake man beside him. “Wake up, boy.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “Open your eyes and stop dragging your tiny legs, you lazy bastard.” His voice was a mere whisper. Not wanting anyone else hear him. A bastard. He too was a bastard. In fact, all of them were.
Born in a broken world where men are disposable and the women are mere breeding factories. At least it was for the lesser fortunate. It was for most of the citizen until the uprising. The shitty, unorganised and less than prepared uprising by his own faction. They were not blood related. Maybe some of them were but most of them were merely born by the same person.
The dead weight beside him groaned as he began to hold a little more to his own weight. “Why?” The half awaken man croaked when they finally found a place to take a breath. The man just shook his head. He did not even want him to know who he was. How he is. “Do you know who I am?” His shuddering voice calmed and controlled. “Do you?” He demanded of the man who helped him thus far. The other just shook his head as he busied himself getting the lifeless man comfortable. At least as comfortable as he could. He sounded a sighed. “Probably you wouldn’t have saved me if you knew. Maybe it was a good thing that you didn’t either.” He mumbled quietly.
“I prefer when you have no energy to speak.” The slim slender man spoke, annoyed. “I know exactly who you are, Akanishi.” He let out a long breath as he sat himself down, blowing away the throbbing pain and the burning aches in his body. He looked over at the larger man. A confused look carved on his grieve stricken face. “Don’t worry. He’s safe.” He smirked pulling the tattered blanket he used stop cover the weak man beside him.
A look of relief washed over Akanishi’s face. “What do you know about us, gaijin (outsider)?” He questioned. “It’s clear that you are not from here or apart of my faction. I have not seen you around his palace before either. Who are you?” He spat out.
The darker slender man looked at Akanishi under his drooping hoodie. “Enough.” He smirked as he pulled his hoodie lower and closed his eyes. “And don’t try to run away.” He paused. “Or do anything to me. You’re not as strong as you think you are.” He tittered condescendingly. “Just rest up, princess, we have a long day ahead of us once the sun dips.”
A long day indeed. Or a long night really. They needed the darkness as their shield. They needed the darkness as their lead. Their protection and their guide. He does not even know how could he afford to have the strength he had. He hadn’t a clue why did he drag the bastard with him. He pondered for a moment. Maybe, just maybe, he knew. He loved him. No. He loves him. He would die for him and he would kill for him. As much as he would surrender and let him crush his heart into pieces. Into shards that he knew would splinter him all his life. He would do just about anything for him. His bastard.
“If this does not make you want to live. I’d kill you myself.” He whispered into the lifeless body’s ear and struggled to stand up himself. “Stay put, Princess. I’m going to get some sustenance before we begin our journey.” He said simply.
The lifeless figure squirmed a little before he had a chance to leave them. A smile formed on his face. It was not all in vain. His struggle to get in and to get him. His fight to get his lover. It was not all for nothing. At least it is not, for now. “Ryo?” He heard his voice called for him. A little colour filled the white of his lips. “Don’t leave.” He begged. “Don’t leave me.” He said again.
Nishikido sighed. “Just for a little while, kid.” He said glancing up. Making sure the other man understood that his love for the younger man was merely as brothers. Even if his heart shatters, even if his heart was being torn into pieces every time he utters the word. “Jin’s here to care for you while I’m gone.” He said quietly into his ear. “Just stay put. No matter what happened. Do not go anywhere.”
He was so sure that he would not have his heart set another way. He was set to let him go and protect him, and possibly his lover with his own life. He swore to the one person that he owed his life to; to protect his heart no matter the price.
“By god I swear if you ever pull a stunt like you did, I am going to strangle you myself, little bastard.” Nishikido grumbled to himself as he made his way away from the pair. He knew it was not love nor was it passion that brought the two together. Not as what he had the chance of having with Kamenashi before. It was honour. It was just the prestige of Akanishi was the only thing that deemed attractive to Kamenashi. With the wealth and status he has, he is the man everyone wanted to be with. Yet, it was different for Akanishi. He pitied that boy. He has all the wealth and distinction a man would ever want, but it was not what he lived for. He needed love. He yearns for the one thing that his family, his carer could not give him.
In this world where money is happiness and dignity is life, he lives as though he was from a dynasty decades before his time. He lived for the honour of love and for the pride of successful life. A successful life that is filled with meaningful deeds. Not the success measured by the treasures that one can attain by robbing another and land that one took from another just to have a bigger subject.
Not once did he hear him called himself by the title he was born with and the title he was given by his father. The one title he ever used was the title he earned by fighting another man in match fair and square. As fair as the time permitted them to be that is.
Kamenashi is another puzzle for him. He loved him. He still does but not as a lover that many might have thought. He loved that young boy as a brother. A brother he lost long before neither of them came along. Kamenashi was not born into wealth nor was he born into honour. He was not strong but he has a bright mind. A brilliant mind. A genius with words, angel of vocable.
*******
The younger man laid his head on the older. “Do you know why he chose us?” He asked quietly. The older just shook his head. He too was unsure of the reason he was chosen. The reason why he was the one amongst the hundreds in the facility that he saved. That the skinny tanned man choose to break out of the facility.
Akanishi held the younger man tight. His gentle demeanour a perfect opposite of the manner he shared with Nishikido. His warm voice hummed a velvety melody lulling the younger back to sleep. It was his intention to leave the young boy. It was his objective to eliminate Nishikido.
“Jin?” The younger voiced groggily. “There are things you need to know about me. About Ryo.” He said quietly. Akanishi just shifted a little motioning to the younger one that he was listening. “I need him Jin. I don’t want to want him, but I need him. He is the only thing that is keeping me alive for now. There are people. Very bad people who are looking for people like us.” He paused. “Ryo…” His tone turned hesitant. “He was, well he is different. There is something not right in that boy’s head, but he holds my heart. He is protecting my heart for me. And he swore an oath, that till the moment he would find someone to care for me, to protect me with his own life, he would let go of my heart.”
With a snobbish titter, Akanishi just sighed in defeat. In his mind the younger boy is out of his cook. He is depraved of food for a few days now and when he was born he was depraved of air. He is a little wrong in the head. Not always but there are times that he would think that Nishikido is the dumbest person to swore his life in protecting the little freak prince. “Ryo is not a saint.” He said quietly. Kamenashi shot us straight and look directly into his eyes. His deviant and rebellious eyes. “Relax, love. I’m just playing. He said for us to be as quiet as we can. There are still people hunting for us.”
The quick snapping of the branches and the crunching of the leaves sang fear in Akanishi’s ears. His hand was quick to grab the small block he had been hiding in his socks. It did cross his mind that Nishikido might have taken it but it was there intact. Both of them. Maybe he was not half as bad after all. Maybe Nishikido was a saint. And by looking at the length of time he had been gone, it was pretty sure in his mind that Nishikido was a saint.
“Can you walk?” The frantic man was quick to scoop up the smaller man onto his back. Akanishi just nodded. “I need you to run. Just run as far as you can. I’ll find you.” He said shoving a bunched up cloth in his direction.
Stubbornly shaking his head, Akanishi snatched the parcel but stood strong beside him. The seeping red liquid trough the thick layer of garments he had on, threatened to show itself for all eyes to see. Nishikido cannot be hurt. He cannot afford to be hurt at the time like this. He could not afford to show his weakness and to show that he was not capable of protecting the one thing, the one person that was trusted on him. “You saved me once. I am not leaving you behind.” His will is strong. His head is even stronger.
Letting out an annoyed sigh, Nishikido shook his head. “Do what you want. Just stay out of my way.” Nishikido is never known for his manners. Nor is he the most tolerant person.
Trotting the ashes and fallen twigs as fast and as seamless as they could, hiding the trails and covering their path, the three of them finally made their way to a secluded shed. A far off run down village. None but Nishikido knew his way around. “What is this place?” Kamenashi began, breaking the still silent hogging the air.
“This was my home.” Nishikido said quietly. His eyes sharp on Akanishi. “Before your kind destroyed them.” He said letting the small figure on his back down on the earth lain chair. It was subtle, his movements were fluid, a soft glow of light appeared as it shone some illumination for the room. It was not bright, but enough for them to see and enough for them to tend each other.
Kamenashi just looked at the bigger man. “I have no account of what my father and the waters before him did to anyone. Much less to these…” He pause, weighing his words. “Much less this far away village.”
“This place isn’t safe. It’s just till we can catch a breath.” Nishikido smiled. “I know this house better than anyone ever will. I know the escapes.” He admitted. “There are people here still looking for you.” He paused looking down on his palm. “ And me.” He said tracing the rune that was seared on him by Kamenashi’s father. “I owe your father my freedom. So I carry my heart…” He fell silent for a split second. Knowing well nothing of him, not even his organs are his truly. “So I have to care to carry your heart with me.” He explained.
Akanishi looked at the skinny man. “What are you taking about?” He said confused. The crackling sound as he sat made him jump. “What the f… flying squirrel is this?” He hissed.
Smiling, Nishikido’s hand fisted. “That was the person that fathered me.” He sold me to the enemy for wealth and power.” He explained. “When my mother stole me back here, I learnt that he was the one who sold me. He was the one who was responsible for the feud against our family.” His usually pale appearance red with the fury of the past. “I swore an oath to my master as to protect this heart for his successor. And I swore on my life that I will keep you alive.” He said looking at the man who was clearly stronger and bigger than he was.
When life filled back their weaken body, they began their journey back again to the palace where Kamenashi and Nishikido had spent most of their life in. The place they both could find refuge in. A way that only Nishikido knew. A way that he dug so that he could be safe from the lies and the deception of his own kind.
It was not long before the calm the have had for a mere day were broken. The tumultuous calm they have had within themselves were at the very least comforting. Rain of bullets and clashing of metal deafen Kamenashi’s thought. He was the only one who has not an ounce of experience with the real world. Akanishi had killed and fought for his status, and Nishikido had done so to keep his life. He had not even lifted a foil much less a sabre or even a gun.
In the chaos of metal rain, he could not remember how many he caught with his body to shield his master’s successor. Yet it was not that which hurt him. It was the origin of the bullets that made him stronger to stare death in the eyes. “Jin, he never did nothing to you. He gave you all his heart and soul. Why are you doing this?” He demanded. Making small talk. Finding a way to but time to more time. Just a little more time so that the rescue team could be alarmed to rush and find them.
Nishikido stood his ground. Protecting, shielding his little friend. Just enough strength. Just barely holding on. Surviving until there was someone to hold him. To catch him to procure his heart. “Ryo, don’t do this.” Kamenashi fell to his knees when they were pulled out to the land of light. “Jin left me. He betrayed us both.” He cried out. “You can’t leave me too.” He demanded.
“I died a long time ago.” Spurting blood from his mouth. “I died over and over again in the hands of my own father and I died again being a slave to yours.” Feeling his life slowly slipping from him and his soul slowly running away from his tattered corse. “Take m heart and live the life you should. Be the one that would change the word. Be the one that would change the lives of others.” He held on to the very last breath to make his heart viable at the very least for the young prince.
When the heart was finally transplanted into him. The dream he thought which after he had a new healthy heart, he would be the prince. He would be the ruler that would surpass his father. Yet when the heart just barely touched his body, all memories and all the pain it had felt in it’s previous owner was now transferred into him.
All the memories of his own father, the supposed fair ruler beating and sodomising on unrelenting boys, raping young girls making them his prostitute. His own personal breeding factory. All the memories of Nishikido’s father beating on him suspecting him to be a traitor, forcing him to live on mere water for days on until he swore to keep himself quiet about what happened to him when he was sold, until he would abide by the slavery he was put under.
When he opens his eyes, the one person he wanted to be there, he wanted to spend his life with was no longer there. He was hung in front of him for purpose of invasion. He knew Akanishi was mean. He knew Akanishi was from a land of terrorisers, but he never thought Jin would be as mean and worse than his father.
As the blade hit his porcelain skin all he could feel was cold. Not the searing pain of the blade tearing his skin open. He savours the numbing sensation as the faces he loved and cared for flashes in front of his eyes. “At least I would not taint myself with my own sin besides this.” He pulled the blade out and stabbed it once again in his chest. Right on where he knew his heart, Nishikido’s heart inside of him would stop. “My death would not be the last.” He whispered to the nothingness.
Title: Sacrifice
Pairing: Kame/Jin, Kame/Ryo
Rating: PG-13 (Possibly NC-17 for suicide and hints of child abuse)
Warnings: Child abuse and suicide. Character Death
Summary: In the broken world where friends and enemies wears the same mask, you don’t know who to believe. When the enemy is really your saviour and your lover stabs you in the back. What could an heir do but to give his life.
Notes: Written for kame_chameleon. I haven't written anything in a while. I hope you like it.
Stench of iron and suds was mixed, thick in the air. The air was hefty, sodden with terror. It has been a while since they have seen clean water and a safe place to find refuge. A mere two days ago they had not an idea about each other. A mere two days ago, he hadn’t a reason to move on. A mere forty eight hours prior to this minute, they were sure, that they were as obsolete as those that were left behind.
The man he left behind. His heavy step weighted by the dead weight he was carrying on his back. It was almost as he was punishing himself, carrying not only the burden on his back but dragging the half awake man beside him. “Wake up, boy.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “Open your eyes and stop dragging your tiny legs, you lazy bastard.” His voice was a mere whisper. Not wanting anyone else hear him. A bastard. He too was a bastard. In fact, all of them were.
Born in a broken world where men are disposable and the women are mere breeding factories. At least it was for the lesser fortunate. It was for most of the citizen until the uprising. The shitty, unorganised and less than prepared uprising by his own faction. They were not blood related. Maybe some of them were but most of them were merely born by the same person.
The dead weight beside him groaned as he began to hold a little more to his own weight. “Why?” The half awaken man croaked when they finally found a place to take a breath. The man just shook his head. He did not even want him to know who he was. How he is. “Do you know who I am?” His shuddering voice calmed and controlled. “Do you?” He demanded of the man who helped him thus far. The other just shook his head as he busied himself getting the lifeless man comfortable. At least as comfortable as he could. He sounded a sighed. “Probably you wouldn’t have saved me if you knew. Maybe it was a good thing that you didn’t either.” He mumbled quietly.
“I prefer when you have no energy to speak.” The slim slender man spoke, annoyed. “I know exactly who you are, Akanishi.” He let out a long breath as he sat himself down, blowing away the throbbing pain and the burning aches in his body. He looked over at the larger man. A confused look carved on his grieve stricken face. “Don’t worry. He’s safe.” He smirked pulling the tattered blanket he used stop cover the weak man beside him.
A look of relief washed over Akanishi’s face. “What do you know about us, gaijin (outsider)?” He questioned. “It’s clear that you are not from here or apart of my faction. I have not seen you around his palace before either. Who are you?” He spat out.
The darker slender man looked at Akanishi under his drooping hoodie. “Enough.” He smirked as he pulled his hoodie lower and closed his eyes. “And don’t try to run away.” He paused. “Or do anything to me. You’re not as strong as you think you are.” He tittered condescendingly. “Just rest up, princess, we have a long day ahead of us once the sun dips.”
A long day indeed. Or a long night really. They needed the darkness as their shield. They needed the darkness as their lead. Their protection and their guide. He does not even know how could he afford to have the strength he had. He hadn’t a clue why did he drag the bastard with him. He pondered for a moment. Maybe, just maybe, he knew. He loved him. No. He loves him. He would die for him and he would kill for him. As much as he would surrender and let him crush his heart into pieces. Into shards that he knew would splinter him all his life. He would do just about anything for him. His bastard.
“If this does not make you want to live. I’d kill you myself.” He whispered into the lifeless body’s ear and struggled to stand up himself. “Stay put, Princess. I’m going to get some sustenance before we begin our journey.” He said simply.
The lifeless figure squirmed a little before he had a chance to leave them. A smile formed on his face. It was not all in vain. His struggle to get in and to get him. His fight to get his lover. It was not all for nothing. At least it is not, for now. “Ryo?” He heard his voice called for him. A little colour filled the white of his lips. “Don’t leave.” He begged. “Don’t leave me.” He said again.
Nishikido sighed. “Just for a little while, kid.” He said glancing up. Making sure the other man understood that his love for the younger man was merely as brothers. Even if his heart shatters, even if his heart was being torn into pieces every time he utters the word. “Jin’s here to care for you while I’m gone.” He said quietly into his ear. “Just stay put. No matter what happened. Do not go anywhere.”
He was so sure that he would not have his heart set another way. He was set to let him go and protect him, and possibly his lover with his own life. He swore to the one person that he owed his life to; to protect his heart no matter the price.
“By god I swear if you ever pull a stunt like you did, I am going to strangle you myself, little bastard.” Nishikido grumbled to himself as he made his way away from the pair. He knew it was not love nor was it passion that brought the two together. Not as what he had the chance of having with Kamenashi before. It was honour. It was just the prestige of Akanishi was the only thing that deemed attractive to Kamenashi. With the wealth and status he has, he is the man everyone wanted to be with. Yet, it was different for Akanishi. He pitied that boy. He has all the wealth and distinction a man would ever want, but it was not what he lived for. He needed love. He yearns for the one thing that his family, his carer could not give him.
In this world where money is happiness and dignity is life, he lives as though he was from a dynasty decades before his time. He lived for the honour of love and for the pride of successful life. A successful life that is filled with meaningful deeds. Not the success measured by the treasures that one can attain by robbing another and land that one took from another just to have a bigger subject.
Not once did he hear him called himself by the title he was born with and the title he was given by his father. The one title he ever used was the title he earned by fighting another man in match fair and square. As fair as the time permitted them to be that is.
Kamenashi is another puzzle for him. He loved him. He still does but not as a lover that many might have thought. He loved that young boy as a brother. A brother he lost long before neither of them came along. Kamenashi was not born into wealth nor was he born into honour. He was not strong but he has a bright mind. A brilliant mind. A genius with words, angel of vocable.
*******
The younger man laid his head on the older. “Do you know why he chose us?” He asked quietly. The older just shook his head. He too was unsure of the reason he was chosen. The reason why he was the one amongst the hundreds in the facility that he saved. That the skinny tanned man choose to break out of the facility.
Akanishi held the younger man tight. His gentle demeanour a perfect opposite of the manner he shared with Nishikido. His warm voice hummed a velvety melody lulling the younger back to sleep. It was his intention to leave the young boy. It was his objective to eliminate Nishikido.
“Jin?” The younger voiced groggily. “There are things you need to know about me. About Ryo.” He said quietly. Akanishi just shifted a little motioning to the younger one that he was listening. “I need him Jin. I don’t want to want him, but I need him. He is the only thing that is keeping me alive for now. There are people. Very bad people who are looking for people like us.” He paused. “Ryo…” His tone turned hesitant. “He was, well he is different. There is something not right in that boy’s head, but he holds my heart. He is protecting my heart for me. And he swore an oath, that till the moment he would find someone to care for me, to protect me with his own life, he would let go of my heart.”
With a snobbish titter, Akanishi just sighed in defeat. In his mind the younger boy is out of his cook. He is depraved of food for a few days now and when he was born he was depraved of air. He is a little wrong in the head. Not always but there are times that he would think that Nishikido is the dumbest person to swore his life in protecting the little freak prince. “Ryo is not a saint.” He said quietly. Kamenashi shot us straight and look directly into his eyes. His deviant and rebellious eyes. “Relax, love. I’m just playing. He said for us to be as quiet as we can. There are still people hunting for us.”
The quick snapping of the branches and the crunching of the leaves sang fear in Akanishi’s ears. His hand was quick to grab the small block he had been hiding in his socks. It did cross his mind that Nishikido might have taken it but it was there intact. Both of them. Maybe he was not half as bad after all. Maybe Nishikido was a saint. And by looking at the length of time he had been gone, it was pretty sure in his mind that Nishikido was a saint.
“Can you walk?” The frantic man was quick to scoop up the smaller man onto his back. Akanishi just nodded. “I need you to run. Just run as far as you can. I’ll find you.” He said shoving a bunched up cloth in his direction.
Stubbornly shaking his head, Akanishi snatched the parcel but stood strong beside him. The seeping red liquid trough the thick layer of garments he had on, threatened to show itself for all eyes to see. Nishikido cannot be hurt. He cannot afford to be hurt at the time like this. He could not afford to show his weakness and to show that he was not capable of protecting the one thing, the one person that was trusted on him. “You saved me once. I am not leaving you behind.” His will is strong. His head is even stronger.
Letting out an annoyed sigh, Nishikido shook his head. “Do what you want. Just stay out of my way.” Nishikido is never known for his manners. Nor is he the most tolerant person.
Trotting the ashes and fallen twigs as fast and as seamless as they could, hiding the trails and covering their path, the three of them finally made their way to a secluded shed. A far off run down village. None but Nishikido knew his way around. “What is this place?” Kamenashi began, breaking the still silent hogging the air.
“This was my home.” Nishikido said quietly. His eyes sharp on Akanishi. “Before your kind destroyed them.” He said letting the small figure on his back down on the earth lain chair. It was subtle, his movements were fluid, a soft glow of light appeared as it shone some illumination for the room. It was not bright, but enough for them to see and enough for them to tend each other.
Kamenashi just looked at the bigger man. “I have no account of what my father and the waters before him did to anyone. Much less to these…” He pause, weighing his words. “Much less this far away village.”
“This place isn’t safe. It’s just till we can catch a breath.” Nishikido smiled. “I know this house better than anyone ever will. I know the escapes.” He admitted. “There are people here still looking for you.” He paused looking down on his palm. “ And me.” He said tracing the rune that was seared on him by Kamenashi’s father. “I owe your father my freedom. So I carry my heart…” He fell silent for a split second. Knowing well nothing of him, not even his organs are his truly. “So I have to care to carry your heart with me.” He explained.
Akanishi looked at the skinny man. “What are you taking about?” He said confused. The crackling sound as he sat made him jump. “What the f… flying squirrel is this?” He hissed.
Smiling, Nishikido’s hand fisted. “That was the person that fathered me.” He sold me to the enemy for wealth and power.” He explained. “When my mother stole me back here, I learnt that he was the one who sold me. He was the one who was responsible for the feud against our family.” His usually pale appearance red with the fury of the past. “I swore an oath to my master as to protect this heart for his successor. And I swore on my life that I will keep you alive.” He said looking at the man who was clearly stronger and bigger than he was.
When life filled back their weaken body, they began their journey back again to the palace where Kamenashi and Nishikido had spent most of their life in. The place they both could find refuge in. A way that only Nishikido knew. A way that he dug so that he could be safe from the lies and the deception of his own kind.
It was not long before the calm the have had for a mere day were broken. The tumultuous calm they have had within themselves were at the very least comforting. Rain of bullets and clashing of metal deafen Kamenashi’s thought. He was the only one who has not an ounce of experience with the real world. Akanishi had killed and fought for his status, and Nishikido had done so to keep his life. He had not even lifted a foil much less a sabre or even a gun.
In the chaos of metal rain, he could not remember how many he caught with his body to shield his master’s successor. Yet it was not that which hurt him. It was the origin of the bullets that made him stronger to stare death in the eyes. “Jin, he never did nothing to you. He gave you all his heart and soul. Why are you doing this?” He demanded. Making small talk. Finding a way to but time to more time. Just a little more time so that the rescue team could be alarmed to rush and find them.
Nishikido stood his ground. Protecting, shielding his little friend. Just enough strength. Just barely holding on. Surviving until there was someone to hold him. To catch him to procure his heart. “Ryo, don’t do this.” Kamenashi fell to his knees when they were pulled out to the land of light. “Jin left me. He betrayed us both.” He cried out. “You can’t leave me too.” He demanded.
“I died a long time ago.” Spurting blood from his mouth. “I died over and over again in the hands of my own father and I died again being a slave to yours.” Feeling his life slowly slipping from him and his soul slowly running away from his tattered corse. “Take m heart and live the life you should. Be the one that would change the word. Be the one that would change the lives of others.” He held on to the very last breath to make his heart viable at the very least for the young prince.
When the heart was finally transplanted into him. The dream he thought which after he had a new healthy heart, he would be the prince. He would be the ruler that would surpass his father. Yet when the heart just barely touched his body, all memories and all the pain it had felt in it’s previous owner was now transferred into him.
All the memories of his own father, the supposed fair ruler beating and sodomising on unrelenting boys, raping young girls making them his prostitute. His own personal breeding factory. All the memories of Nishikido’s father beating on him suspecting him to be a traitor, forcing him to live on mere water for days on until he swore to keep himself quiet about what happened to him when he was sold, until he would abide by the slavery he was put under.
When he opens his eyes, the one person he wanted to be there, he wanted to spend his life with was no longer there. He was hung in front of him for purpose of invasion. He knew Akanishi was mean. He knew Akanishi was from a land of terrorisers, but he never thought Jin would be as mean and worse than his father.
As the blade hit his porcelain skin all he could feel was cold. Not the searing pain of the blade tearing his skin open. He savours the numbing sensation as the faces he loved and cared for flashes in front of his eyes. “At least I would not taint myself with my own sin besides this.” He pulled the blade out and stabbed it once again in his chest. Right on where he knew his heart, Nishikido’s heart inside of him would stop. “My death would not be the last.” He whispered to the nothingness.