I'm translating my fanfic "Hãy Gọi Ta Là Đại Ca" into English for non-Vietnamese speaking KBin shippers.
I try to stay close to real events that happened in history (Vietnam 400 years ago)/in ILand. I keep Hanbin's characteristics/things he said/th...
(Sorry that I've been extremely busy with deadlines recently. As an apology, I will translate my one-shot which took place in Vietnam, 1945, when Japan replaced France to take over Vietnam. No political conflicts or whatsoever intended, I merely looked for historical events between Vietnam and Japan to write my stories :D) KBIN - CALL ME K will come back shortly as I'm less busy now :D I've completed the fanfic long ago, I just hate my English so much that it takes me forever to translate :( )
***Not for soft stans, please.***
March 9th, 1945, Imperial Japan abruptly ends French rule and seizes control of Vietnam. Around midnight, at the palace of Commander Terauchi Hisaichi, the Imperial Japanese Army people are partying hard. Despite arriving in Vietnam a few months ago, it's amazing that K can stand here at the historic moment of his country. So the dream of a Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere is finally coming true, and now it has become easier to deal with weakened China.
K doesn't belong to parties at all. As he can't drink much, K tries to find an excuse to breathe some fresh air outside. Vietnam is truly beautiful, but heavily exhausted. After almost 100 years of being colonized by France, this wartorn country is like the dying people gasping for air on the streets, fighting against the Grim Reaper. This famine of 1945 is caused by Japan, so it's normally not safe to be outside alone this late. But the whole town is under curfew, and his katana is right in his hand, he shouldn't be too worried.
Suddenly K sees a guy doing something suspicious on the pavement. Like a flash, K approaches the guy, with the katana pointing at his neck.
- Who are you? What are you doing here?
The guy slightly raises his face up. In the dark, his eyes shine as brightly as the stars.
- I'm Vietnamese. And I'm doing what a decent human should do.
What a defiant voice! K turns on his flashlight to figure out what's going on. At his feet lays a 60 something sick woman, who is clasping her hands to beg K to spare her life. Next to the old woman is a bowl of rice porridge that is mostly just water.
- Please, I'm begging you, please let Teacher Hung go. He's just trying to save my life as I'm left alone here in this world. Please don't hurt him...
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K turns his head to Hung, slowly lifts his face with the katana. Wow, his skin is as white as top-notch porcelain, his eyes are as big as dolls' ones, his eyelashes make every girl jealous, and his cherry looking lips... K didn't know that a Vietnamese guy can be this handsome. However, his determined gaze makes K believe, he is indomitable. K lowers both his katana and his voice.
- Saving someone's life is what everyone should do. However, laws aren't made to be broken. You can't go out when the curfew is imposed. Stand up, follow me, you need to be responsible for your wrongdoing.
