Memoirs of the Hidden Sakura Chapter 2, a hetalia - axis powers fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

Recently, I have been getting complaints that Dark Japan was not sadistic enough. To save his reputation, I have created this scene. Please note that it is HIGHLY bloody and full of gore.

The rating has been changed to M because of this scene. If you have a weak heart or can't tolerate this kind of thing, I strongly advise you to avoid reading the first part.

However, if you love gore and blood, feel free to read it ^^

He lifted his head out of the ocean just in time to see China disappear through the forest. He smiled to himself sadistically. Russia-San has done exactly as told. Japan rose steadily out of the ocean, holding his shoulder. He analysed the scene in front of him with much intrest. The Russian was able to distract the soldiers for a little while. A few of them seemed fully dead, blood still crawling out of their heads. Only five students stared at the dark figure emerging from the water, like a demon rising from the depths.

"What are you waiting for? Shoot him again!" the commander shouted at his students. They were dumbfounded and could not move at all. They were absolutely frozen in terror.

"Forget it! I'll do it myself!" The commander raised his rifle and was about to shoot Japan again when he realised that he was gone. Suddenly, he felt thick raspy breaths at his neck.

"Oh, you shouldn't do that to your superior now should you?" Japan mummered before twisting the commander's arm a full three-sixty degrees with little pressure. He dropped his rifle immediately and clutched his elbow with his other hand. He felt the joints in his elbow completely dislodge. He felt like his arm could just drop out at that instant. Japan laughed at his pain, clearly enjoying his suffering. He took the man's katana sliced the man's neck. Blood burst out of the cut like a dam, flooding the sand with the crimson metallic liquid.

"That should be enough to keep you alive for a little while" Japan stares at the man straight in the eyes with his piercing glare. The man was mumbling 'help me' but to no avail. His students were in a mess and Japan was clearly not going to help.

"Now, who's next?" the moment the words were released, all five slightly wounded students ran into the forest, hoping to emerge alive. Japan raided the man's pockets and found a small dagger, some rope, some lint, bandages and some junk. He took the dagger and the rope and ran into the depths of the forest. It had to be Japan's favourite game of cat and mouse. He hadn't had this much fun with his prey in a while, and even though his shoulder was wounded, he would have a lot of fun with his prey.

Student number one came into view as soon as he stepped into the forest. He tried to run but Japan threw the dagger in his direction. It pierced from the back of his hand to his palm and through a tree, making him unable to move, unless he wanted his hand decapitated.

Japan advanced with lightning speed, digging the dagger deeper into the poor student's hand. He screamed and whimpered for mercy but Japan just increased his agony. He pierced the katana through the student's back and dragged it down. Japan's uniform was stained with the dead student's blood, but no matter. It was about to get worse. He ran off in search of the other students.

Student number two had a katana in hand too and was ready to fight his general, who was standing and smiling in front of him. Clashing of metal within the green bamboo forest echoed, but not for long. Japan skillfully swung the katana out of the student's hand. He swiped at his prey, leaving deep cuts at his chest, neck and hip. The screams only encouraged him to go on and inflict more serious injuries. Soon, all that was left was a lifeless body soaking in its own pool of blood. Japan and the katana disappeared.

Student number three and four had decided to work together. Since they both had rifles, they thought that this would be easy. They were highly mistaken. Japan appeared within shooting range and the two students attempted to shoot him, attempted to stop this crazy man's reign of terror. Unfortunately for them, Japan was as quick as the wind and just as forceful. He avoided or deflected all the bullets with both katanas. He somersaulted gracefully over the two of them.

The last thing the students saw was Japan's pristine white nose nearly touching theirs. His eyes tearing deep into their souls. Japan landed crouching on the grass. His smile never faded. A second later, the students screamed in agony and collapsed to the ground. The were crying bloody tears and the metallic liquid was escaping from any opening possible. Their ears, mouth, nose and eyes. Japan left the two to bleed to death and went ahead to find his last victim.

The last one was tricky. Student number five made it to the beach and snatched his teacher's rifle a little before Japan had the chance. Japan found the student the moment he stepped onto the beach. He was clear as day and Japan was just waiting for him to strike. The student shot randomly in every direction possible, trying to keep the demon away from him. As if defying reality, Japan disappeared completely.

The student kept shooting using both rifles (one at a time) until the bullets ran out. He was panting now, but he smiled, for lying in front of his feet was a motionless Japan. His uniform was in shreds, with bullet holes here and there. The part of his ink uniform covering his left shoulder was completely soaked with his blood now.

The student took out his katana, ready to behead Japan. He lowered it with much speed, hatred evident in his eyes. Suddenly, he felt light on his feet. He felt as if he was flying. In another second, he found himself staring at a red sky, a faint image of Japan towering above him. Japan had flipped him over and broken his ankles while doing it, making the student land on his back.

The katana had unfortunately found his eyes and made a deep cut across them, making everything he saw a deep red. His vision was depleting at an alarming rate, and Japan merely smiled at what he did. He threw the body into the ocean. The salt water sent shocks throughout the student's body. Wounds he had no knowledge of started appearing and soon enough, he lost consciousness.

Japan went back into the forest and collected all his 'trophies'. He threw them all rather clumsily into the sea. He kicked the teacher's body -who was still gaping for air like a fish out of water- and it rolled into the sea. His head hung limply from his neck with only the spinal cord holding it up. They would make great fish food. More screams of pain and terror could be heard. Looks like I did not do the job thoroughly enough. Oh well.

Japan stepped into the ocean and watched as the blood from his trophies dyed the ocean he stood in a beautiful ruby red. The katanas he was holding had also been dyed red. He wadded a little further into the ocean to cleanse them.

China could not believe his eyes. He had refused to leave the beach with Russia and had persuaded Russia to let him go back. He clearly regretted the decision now. What he saw was hell in front of him. Japan was holding two heavily blood stained katanas. His usually flawless black suit was in shreds and his left shoulder was badly wounded. He stood in front of the red rising sun, his ankles surrounded by a sea of red.

When Japan turned around and locked his eyes with China's, the elder realised that his eyes glowed a light brown. His face was relaxed, almost happy and full of sick pleasure. These relaxed features disappeared in the next moment when he realised that his older brother had been watching the entire time.

China shook his head lightly. This is not Japan... He was backing away from this Japan slowly. The demon ran out of the water, wanting to embrace his guardian, or at least calm him down. However, to his horror, China started running away from Japan.

This is not happening. This is not happening! China repeated those words in his head. The man's heart thundered in his chest. Tears threatened to spill. Lactic acid had built up in his legs and they were starting to hurt, but China didn't care. His mind was in a mess. He didn't even know why he was running. Only one word rang through his mind: Run.

Japan chased after his Onii-san, but all the pain from his dislocated shoulder finally caught up to him and he fell in the sand. So...this is how I die? At least Onii-san is safe...he smiled sweetly and satisfied. Japan let his eyelids droop close and allowed darkness to embrace his entire being...

"Is he dead?" a small voice asked.

"Don't spout nonsense aru!" a rather angry voice replied.

"Taiwan took plenty of care aru! He should be fine aru!"

"Speaking of Taiwan, she made pao* da-ze! Will you join us China-hyeoung?" the unfamiliar voice sounded happy.

"Maybe a little later aru" a familiar one replied.

Silence engulfed the room. The only thing audible was the whirring of the fan above them.

"Japan aru...I know you have done many horrible things in the past aru. I know you have betrayed us..." the man's grip on his brother's fragile hand tightened.
"But, we are still family aru. Even though you slaughtered all those soldiers a few days ago aru, even though you locked me up..." the older man's voice was shaking. He took a deep breath and said the next few words slowly and cautiously.

"I...I still love you...aru. Japan, I love you. Very, very much aru" he felt soft lips touch his fingers.
"Wake up soon aru, ok?" His voice sounded light again.

"Its funny isn't it aru? I can only say this kind of things when you're asleep or not listening aru" he laughed a little to himself.
"I'm really glad that you are safe aru" this time, he felt the same warm lips press against his forehead.
"I'm such a coward aru..." the man sighed and looked downwards.

"Y-You're not a coward...Onii-san" a frail voice burst through the room. China looked at Japan's open eyes in that moment. He rubbed his own in disbelief. Had he been listening the whole time? A sudden deep, dark blush ran over China's cheeks.

"Ah, I should let you rest..." China got up and wanted to leave the room at that instant, but Japan held onto his sleeve. Thank goodness for long sleeves.

"Onii-san wait!" his voice was soft but alarmed.

"Y-yes?"
"Did you really mean all those things?" China gave a small nod that only Japan could see. Japan's eyes widened in shock, but at the same time softened.

A hundred words were caught up in their throats, both not daring to say anything.

"China-hyeoung!" the voice from outside the room called again.

"Coming!" China shouted back.

"Wait! Onii-san come closer" China leaned closer, trying to make sure that no one would hear the words Japan was about to speak. To his utmost surprise, Japan pressed his rather cold, broken lips onto China's warm ones. He engulfed the delicious heat it gave off. It was even enhanced by China's returning blush. China was just plain stunned.

"I love you too, Onii-san" and with those last words, Japan let go of China's sleeve and went back to sleep. China just walked out of the room, trying to figure out how to act normal after the whole encounter.

A few years later, the war ended...

China was alone. His siblings had left him, his allies had broken apart and Russia, his closest friend, had proven to be nothing but a liar. China, the country who had so many siblings, who cared so much for everyone he met, was now officially alone. He missed everyone. His allies, who had helped him won the war. Russia, who had given him a proper government. His siblings, who comforted him when he was sad, who watched out for his well-being...

Who loved him through and through.

Gone.

Everyone of them. He missed them all dearly. He would rather face another war and fight side by side by the people he loved than to sit in this garden with loneliness engulfing his heart, whole. But who he really missed, the one who loved him as more than a brother, was Japan. What had exactly happened back then, he could not, and did not want to remember. China sighed. He couldn't cry anymore. After thousands of tears had been shed, one would dry out.

A petal landed gently on the man's lap. A pink, delicate petal. A sakura petal. He crushed the little thing in his fist and threw its remnants on the grass. The pain in his chest never left, especially when Japan left a second time. This time, to join America. Each day, the throbbing pain that left his heart bleeding and broken grew duller and eventually faded, though never completely.

As if trying to make him break, another sakura glided onto his lap. That's odd, this one is perfectly in shape. He looked up and could not believe his eyes, for standing in front of him was a man in a grey kimono. He had two ugly scars on his neck that would never, ever fade. In his open palm, he held a branch littered with sakura. His eyes were brown and calm.

China got up from the stone bench and ran over to the man, so many tears spilling out of his eyes. He took the man in his arms and gave him a big warm embrace. When China let go and looked at his Japan, his face was as lifeless as before. China's smile disappeared.

Japan lifted his hand and gave the branch to China, who merely put his hand down, not wanting to accept the silly branch. Japan tried again, 'desperation' written on his face.

"Y-You've lost your voice aru? From the atomic bombs?" China's mouth was dry as he asked. Japan simply nodded his expressionless face. He lifted the branch to China once again.

As soon as China reluctantly accepted the branch, Japan spun on his heel and walked away, leaving the chinese man alone once again. China couldn't move. He wanted to hug him even tighter, to shower him with love and care, to tell him all the pain and love and affection that hovered in his chest all these years. He was literally letting all this slip between his fingers. Within seconds, Japan disappeared completely out of sight, leaving nothing but the sakura branch in China's hands, and fresh tears that covered blades of grass.