This is a companion piece to bloodypanda17's "Keep Holding On". It's a lovely little HetaOni fic in China's POV! So whatcha waiting for, go read it NOW! :D
This is in Japan's POV, talking about China~
Hours turn to days, days turn to weeks- every agonizing minute falling into place as part of the endless cycle that is our time in this cursed mansion. It's like someone is hitting a replay button, over and over again; making us relive the pain, the suffering, the blood. The death. Having loved ones torn from you. Watching the desolation eat away at your companions until they are merely hollowed shells of what they once were.
There's one, especially. He was once so warm and kind; so sweet and loving. He emanated cheerfulness and optimism.
But no more.
His once bright golden-brown eyes are dulled by pain and tears. He looks so forlorn.
Is it bad that I want to pick up my older niisan and rock him like a baby?
But I can't. The best I can do is to keep on fighting.
Every slash, every injury, every splatter of blood reminds me of another thing that was taken from me by that cursed monster.
I grip my katana until my knuckles go white; knowing that the longer I fight, the better of a chance there is that we will survive to escape this place...
Both of us knowing that fighting for our lives may be the only thing keeping us from slipping over the brink; from giving up completely. No matter what, I'll keep on fighting by his side.
Maybe once we're out of here, we can make up and finally act like true brothers again. But until then; we are bound not by friendship, but by blood. By dependency and desperation; not so much emotions as primitive instinct.
But does that dependency stem from attachment? No matter how much I may wish, I don't think I'll ever know.
This mansion is tearing him apart. We have to get out of here. I have to be strong... for him.
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HetaOni - Something to Fight For
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