For Ten Thousand Years, 1/5
anonymous
January 28 2009, 02:05:03 UTC
As I mentioned weeks ago, and finally got the time to finish writing and revising - here’s my second fill for this request. Have a try at yandere Japan, with a side of proto-yandere proto-North Korea.
March 1919
Mansei was the cry that went up across the peninsula - mansei, from the same kanji as banzai, calling for ten thousand years not for the Land of the Rising Sun, which would have been well enough if surprising, but for something that no longer existed even if its former avatars still did. They paraded, an army without weapons, as though they could recover the fallen Korean Empire through the sheer force of their voices.
Kiku allowed himself the luxury of staring for a brief time (Was it fear that stayed his hand, fear that moved it? Surely not). Then he began to issue his commands.
Like his twin brother, Yong Su came without resistance once caught. As Kiku’s officers took hold of his arms and pulled the flag from his hands he turned back to the white-clad crowd with head high and shouted “Mansei!” once more before being
( ... )
For Ten Thousand Years, 2/5
anonymous
January 28 2009, 02:07:24 UTC
Yong Su showed off his paintings and his poetry and his pottery as Kiku murmured “beautiful, beautiful.” Yong Su turned somersaults and gave puppet shows. Yong Su sang and danced and on one day, in one hour, in one moment Kiku looked up from the latest set of traded ceramics and looked at the flyaway sleeves and the stubborn stray curl of hair and the shining eyes and the laughing mouth and it occurred to him then that the creator of all these beautiful things was equally beautiful. Kiku had prepared a room in his house for each of them, though Yong Su was always running away, or slipping in to sleep beside his brother. He laid Yong Su on the futon and covered him neck-to-toe with a thick quilt. There was a round of accumulated duties to attend to, and he left Taiwan to watch over Yong Su in the meantime. Wang Lan Yueh was a small girl yet but she was a quick study, fairly docile now, and Kiku was confident that under his guidance she, too, would grow
( ... )
For Ten Thousand Years, 3/5
anonymous
January 28 2009, 02:10:31 UTC
Yong Su lowered his head again, pulled up his knees and folded his arms around them, beginning to sob into the quilt. Kiku rested a hand on his back and waited, patient.
“All right,” Yong Su murmured at last. “I’ve thought.”
“What do you want to say, now that you’ve thought?”
His head jerked up. “I hate - I hate you! Mansei, mansei -”
The force of Kiku’s strike snapped his head to the side and knocked him off the futon, onto the tatami mats, where he curled in evident anticipation of another blow. Kiku stared (this was an era for staring) at the tears streaked across his fingers and palm, then hurriedly left the room before he could lose enough control to deliver that blow. As he slid the door shut behind him, he heard Yong Su begin to retch.
***
When they opened their doors to him again at last, Yong Su gave him a tentative smile and Yong Jun gave him a blank face. Kiku smiled back and marveled at how small they seemed now. Had he seemed as small to Alfred Jones
( ... )
For Ten Thousand Years, 4/5
anonymous
January 28 2009, 02:14:39 UTC
“Rest assured -”
“Su,” Yong Jun interjected, entering through another door. “I’ll take care of this. His Majesty and His Highness are still alive and they need you. Go!”
Yong Su glanced to Kiku again, then to his brother, and fled.
Now it was Yong Jun’s turn to stare, not taking his eyes from him until the sounds of flight faded away with distance. “Get out.”
“What?”
“I know you heard me. I’ve seen the way you look at him.”
He’d tried to throw Kiku out before, after the failed coup, and yet here Kiku was now. “I believe you are mistaken. I have no such designs -”
“That was what France said.”
“I did not -”
“I knew his game, and I know yours. You won’t have him. You won’t use him. Get out!”
Kiku bowed and withdrew for the time being. “Your brother said you got these ideas from Jones-san
( ... )
For Ten Thousand Years, 5/5
anonymous
January 28 2009, 02:26:43 UTC
He wasn’t sure how long he stayed there before Yong Su turned his head to regard him with one eye. Kiku reached out, and Yong Su jerked beneath him but stilled again as the knuckle of Kiku’s bent finger rubbed away his tears.
“You will be glorious,” Kiku told him. “With me, you will be part of something great. Something beautiful. Something that will endure for ten thousand years.”
“After that?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“After ten thousand years,” he whispered, and Kiku heard a bizarre juxtaposition of childish hope with childish acerbity. “Will you let us go then?”
Kiku, feeling indulgent, said, “We will see.”
***
August 1945In the next twenty-six years, which was as long as it endured, Kiku never once told Yong Su the whole of it. That was probably for the best. Things had gotten better, as he had promised. And then, in retrospect he could see this, they had gotten worse, and that would certainly be the impression Yong Su would go away with
( ... )
Absolutely fantastic. This is better than any History lesson I'd get at school; I'm loving this other side of Japan and the Korean twins and the emotions that were portrayed. With this, you've certainly satisfied my yandere kink, kind anon~
Ah, thank you. I have to demur as to the idea of my outdoing a qualified history teacher (if said teacher happened to give a lesson on this) but it's really flattering to hear your opinion.
As I mentioned earlier, one of the first things that popped to mind when I saw this request was Japan, specifically a repressed "I'm doing this for your own good" Japan; with both him and Korea, I again tried to merge Hetalia canon with what I know about the history between them. It's good to hear that worked for you.
Re: For Ten Thousand Years, 5/5
anonymous
January 28 2009, 04:03:11 UTC
I love you. I really fucking love you for writing this. This is just really amazing...I really don't know how to convey my feelings for this. Thank you for writing this!
Re: For Ten Thousand Years, 5/5
anonymous
January 28 2009, 08:27:15 UTC
LAKSJDLASD I LOVE THIS. SO. MUCH.
I love Japan in this. ): The Japan who thinks he is doing good (...creepily so), the Japan who actually FEELS REAL EMOTIONS and is quietly dynamic and isn't all boring and flat -- do ya get what I'm saying? Sorry if I'm not making sense, cause it's 2am AHAHA.
I don't usually fangirl Japan as a character, and -- idk, you made me like him here. NOT his actions, of course not, but the way you handled them. You gave him depth for me. Thank you. ILU, Yandere!Japan;;wea;kds
Re: For Ten Thousand Years, 5/5
anonymous
January 29 2009, 02:42:53 UTC
Oh, thank you! It's great to hear this.
I personally think Japan has his moments in Hetalia, though I don't quite fangirl, but I'm happy you have so much love for the take on him I have here, creepiness and all. I wondered what might potentially be under the surface with him, considering what I know of Japan's history with Korea, and I'm glad that the self-deception and repressed desire and such that I ended up with comes across so compellingly for you.
March 1919
Mansei was the cry that went up across the peninsula - mansei, from the same kanji as banzai, calling for ten thousand years not for the Land of the Rising Sun, which would have been well enough if surprising, but for something that no longer existed even if its former avatars still did. They paraded, an army without weapons, as though they could recover the fallen Korean Empire through the sheer force of their voices.
Kiku allowed himself the luxury of staring for a brief time (Was it fear that stayed his hand, fear that moved it? Surely not). Then he began to issue his commands.
Like his twin brother, Yong Su came without resistance once caught. As Kiku’s officers took hold of his arms and pulled the flag from his hands he turned back to the white-clad crowd with head high and shouted “Mansei!” once more before being ( ... )
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“All right,” Yong Su murmured at last. “I’ve thought.”
“What do you want to say, now that you’ve thought?”
His head jerked up. “I hate - I hate you! Mansei, mansei -”
The force of Kiku’s strike snapped his head to the side and knocked him off the futon, onto the tatami mats, where he curled in evident anticipation of another blow. Kiku stared (this was an era for staring) at the tears streaked across his fingers and palm, then hurriedly left the room before he could lose enough control to deliver that blow. As he slid the door shut behind him, he heard Yong Su begin to retch.
***
When they opened their doors to him again at last, Yong Su gave him a tentative smile and Yong Jun gave him a blank face. Kiku smiled back and marveled at how small they seemed now. Had he seemed as small to Alfred Jones ( ... )
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“Su,” Yong Jun interjected, entering through another door. “I’ll take care of this. His Majesty and His Highness are still alive and they need you. Go!”
Yong Su glanced to Kiku again, then to his brother, and fled.
Now it was Yong Jun’s turn to stare, not taking his eyes from him until the sounds of flight faded away with distance. “Get out.”
“What?”
“I know you heard me. I’ve seen the way you look at him.”
He’d tried to throw Kiku out before, after the failed coup, and yet here Kiku was now. “I believe you are mistaken. I have no such designs -”
“That was what France said.”
“I did not -”
“I knew his game, and I know yours. You won’t have him. You won’t use him. Get out!”
Kiku bowed and withdrew for the time being. “Your brother said you got these ideas from Jones-san ( ... )
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“You will be glorious,” Kiku told him. “With me, you will be part of something great. Something beautiful. Something that will endure for ten thousand years.”
“After that?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“After ten thousand years,” he whispered, and Kiku heard a bizarre juxtaposition of childish hope with childish acerbity. “Will you let us go then?”
Kiku, feeling indulgent, said, “We will see.”
***
August 1945In the next twenty-six years, which was as long as it endured, Kiku never once told Yong Su the whole of it. That was probably for the best. Things had gotten better, as he had promised. And then, in retrospect he could see this, they had gotten worse, and that would certainly be the impression Yong Su would go away with ( ... )
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I'm loving this other side of Japan and the Korean twins and the emotions that were portrayed. With this, you've certainly satisfied my yandere kink, kind anon~
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As I mentioned earlier, one of the first things that popped to mind when I saw this request was Japan, specifically a repressed "I'm doing this for your own good" Japan; with both him and Korea, I again tried to merge Hetalia canon with what I know about the history between them. It's good to hear that worked for you.
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I love Japan in this. ): The Japan who thinks he is doing good (...creepily so), the Japan who actually FEELS REAL EMOTIONS and is quietly dynamic and isn't all boring and flat -- do ya get what I'm saying? Sorry if I'm not making sense, cause it's 2am AHAHA.
I don't usually fangirl Japan as a character, and -- idk, you made me like him here. NOT his actions, of course not, but the way you handled them. You gave him depth for me. Thank you. ILU, Yandere!Japan;;wea;kds
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I personally think Japan has his moments in Hetalia, though I don't quite fangirl, but I'm happy you have so much love for the take on him I have here, creepiness and all. I wondered what might potentially be under the surface with him, considering what I know of Japan's history with Korea, and I'm glad that the self-deception and repressed desire and such that I ended up with comes across so compellingly for you.
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You. Have. Talent.
Real talent.
I really wish this wasn't anonymous so I could read more of your stuff :(
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You're in luck there, because I'm not entirely anonymous. There's a list of my meme fills here: http://tinyurl.com/6ufbzx
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