I don't know if this was what the OP wanted, but it's what came out and I've been working on some dark!ficKiku stared at himself in the mirror as he wiped away the steam from his bath, staring at his face as emotions washed over it, he saw his normal calm face and then the one few rarely saw, the one twisted with ideas of power, the face that showed no mercy. The face that would crush anyone that would dare stand in his way. The bathroom mirror showed it clearly, the face he was fighting, every day, and it tortured him. It was that dark part of his heart that fought its way to the surface when he wasn’t on his guard, the part of his heart that had lusted for control of the world. It was the heart from a time when he had his brothers and sisters on their knees before him, when he was powerful, and when he would silence anyone who dared claim otherwise
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Re: [Part 10] Japan/America - Dark Japan - "The Darkness" - 1a/1?
anonymous
September 17 2011, 02:28:31 UTC
“Kiku?” He stood up stock straight as the other entered the room and wiped his eyes hastily, hoping the other wouldn’t notice, even though he knew his lover wasn’t so vain that he would not notice another’s suffering, it wouldn’t fit the “hero” image. Alfred crossed the bathroom and turned him around, the sneering face in the mirror now replaced with bright blue eyes that looked worried, “Are you alright? I saw your shoes downstairs, but wondered where you went
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Re: [Part 10] Japan/America - Dark Japan - "The Darkness" - 1a/1?
anonymous
November 13 2011, 01:07:04 UTC
This was fascinating, and I have been craving a Japan-conquers-America scenario. You did so well for the most part, but completely cut out any details at the dominating part! :'(
I don't know if this was what the OP wanted, but it's what came out and I've been working on some dark!ficKiku stared at himself in the mirror as he wiped away the steam from his bath, staring at his face as emotions washed over it, he saw his normal calm face and then the one few rarely saw, the one twisted with ideas of power, the face that showed no mercy. The face that would crush anyone that would dare stand in his way. The bathroom mirror showed it clearly, the face he was fighting, every day, and it tortured him. It was that dark part of his heart that fought its way to the surface when he wasn’t on his guard, the part of his heart that had lusted for control of the world. It was the heart from a time when he had his brothers and sisters on their knees before him, when he was powerful, and when he would silence anyone who dared claim otherwise ( ... )
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I'm glad you liked it enough to make a mini comic off of it, based on the only other commenter!anon I was thinking that no one liked it. ><;;
I was still experimenting with this pairing when I wrote this a year ago. :)
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