Cracks of the Mirror

[Honda Kiku]

WARNING: KURO, KURO, KURO, KURO

If you cannot stand Dark, please DO NOT READ. I will not be held responsible for your curious mind being scarred by the images in this fic. Again, WARNING: KURO IS THE MAIN IN THIS FIC, that makes it very dark and you know that poor Kiku is going to be tortured. If you do not like this, PLEASE EVACUATE THE PAGE

If you do like dark~ Please enjoy and tell me what you think~ ^w^

+Hajime+

Honda Kiku was out of the hospital. He had been discharged from there for a very long time but only just was he fully given the okay to never come back there again. The Cold War had just passed. It had taken that long. They say he was psychologically scarred from the war and the horrors that it brought. Of course he was scarred. Of course he would have been unstable. Of course he would need to be treated. Of course he would have been under observation. It was understandable. That was why it was only now that he was fully discharged.

They made him forget. They made him forget many things. He could hardly remember certain details of the war. He could not remember actually going to war. He could not remember being in battle, except for some certain flashes here and there. Still, he could remember Doitsu-san and Italia-san and all the trainings that they had. He could remember planning for wars and getting ready. He just could not remember.. being in the war.. It was probably the pills. Or the therapy. Either one. He did not know, he did not care. All he knew was that he free of that hospital. Free from all the tests. Free from all the questions. Free from all the medical check ups.

Still.. He knew that there was a huge part of him that was missing. A huge part of him that was ripped away from his mind. He did not know what it was, but he knew that being in that hospital made him forget a huge part of himself. A part that he needed to forget in order to be let out of observation apparently. He knew that he was not whole.. He just did not know what parts of him was missing or what parts of him was there left. Still, if they made him forget it.. Surely then it would be good to forget..? He wasn't very sure and he was troubled by that. Still, he pushed it aside and focused on the place he called a home.

It was night. A night of the full moon. The sky was black. Kiku sat in his living room huddled under the kotatsu. This was a night of omens. Kiku knew that from the start of the day. For one he woke up with an uneasy feeling and his pets seemed to stay away from him. Either that, or they watched him cautiously. Pochi started barking at his shadow. Tama watched him like a hawk. Later on in the day, he broke a plate when preparing lunch. When dinner came, his cup shattered down the side of the table, making the tea that filled it stain the cloth and the floor.

Omens.

Kiku was frightened. He was scared. He felt the hairs at the back of his neck stand, and something cold ran down his spine, making him shudder. "It is okay, I live alone.." He muttered to himself trying to convince himself that nothing bad would happen. He lived alone with the exception of his two pets. There was nothing to fear. There was nothing to fear. There was nothing to fear. Still, he could not help but avoid the shadows in his house. He switched on all the lights and played some music to try distract himself. He looked around, eyes shifting and darting from one place to another. He took a breath and tried to calm himself down. There was nothing to fear. There was nothing there except himself and his pets.

He was alone.

He was alone in his big house.

He was alone far from anybody else.

And nobody would hear your cries for help.

He spun around in shock and alarm. "Who was there!?" his eyes darted from side to side, trying to find out who said those words. Nobody. He saw nobody at all. But that voice.. He was certain he had heard it. Was it part of his imagination? No.. It sounded too real. It sounded familiar. It gave him chills. Kiku strained his ears trying to listen for any sound that may have indicated that there was somebody there with him. All he heard was the radio and the sound of his own harsh breathing. There was nobody except him. He was alone.

Perhaps he was just tired. Yes, the day was long for him. He had much work done and he had to do extra work with the cleaning of the tatami mats and the table cloth. Trying to get Pochi and Tama to eat the food took much more effort that usual due to their reluctance to even come close to him. He was tired. That was all. He just needed rest and sleep and everything would be back to how it was. Everything would be fine. There would be nothing to be worried about and the feeling of unease would leave him.

He went to the bathroom and went to wash his face. He needed to calm down. It was most probably the scary videos he was watching that made his imagination go to overdrive. He closed the door of the bath room and went to the sink to splash some cold water on his face. Turning on the tap he closed his eyes and splashed his face with the cold water. He continued, twice, three times, four times, odd, why was the water suddenly so sticky? He opened his eyes and looked at the sink.

Red

What?! He shook his head and looked again. The water was clear again. What..? What had just happened? He tried to regulate his breathing and calm his mind. No that was just the over imagination playing. he had been playing Silent Hill too much and that was just affecting him. It was all his imagination. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths. Nothing was wrong. The water was clear. It was not red. That was only his imagination. Maybe a trick of the light. Yes. Just his wild imagination and the trick of the light. He tried to convince himself that was the case. Taking a deep breath he looked up and into the large mirror above the sink.

A startled cry filled the room with sound and that was soon followed by the sound of glass cracking and near shattering to pieces. The Japanese man had his back pressed to the wall opposite of the mirror, trying to put as much space as he could between it and himself. His eyes were wide and dilated with shock and panic and fear. In the mirror he saw an image. It was a familiar face wet with sticky red liquid. It was not water he splashed his face with. It was blood! He lifted is hands and saw that they were covered with blood as well. His breathing became more panicked and faster. He was near hyperventilating. His eyes looked at the mirror and saw the cracks splitting the mirror in to many small shards and four main big ones.

Within the cracks he saw different things. So many different faces looking back at him. All with so many different expressions. But the main four. Two were clean from the red on their faces. Two were not. One clean one was looking at him indifferently. Observing him in a slightly apathetic way. Interested, but decidedly not fully so. He was wearing a royal kimono. A picture of perfection. Golden brown eyes looked at him with self pride, confidence and wisdom he could only hope to have.

Nihon

The other was himself. He could see his wide dilated eyes and the shock played on every muscle. He saw shock, fear and panic. He was dressed in a dull blue yukata the he was wearing at the moment. That must be himself. That expression was very clearly shock.

Honda Kiku

One of the two that was covered in blood. He was wearing the white naval uniform from the war. In his expression was one of regret and certain lifelessness. He was looking at his hands with tears. It seemed that he hardly noticed Kiku standing there looking at him. That is, until brown eyes looked at him dully. They were dull and held little light in them. Soulless.

Japan

At the last shard.. There was a person who wore a black uniform. He was smiling, grinning, lips stretched so wide you could see the molars at the back of his mouth. A cruel, maniac grin. Black hair covered the eyes as he looked down at his blood covered hands and the grin grew wider and more insane. Kiku felt his pulse race with fear as he slid to the ground shaking and quivering. His mouth opened and he wanted to scream but not a sound came out. The figure twisted his hand around as if to admire the patterns of blood made by the trails of red. Suddenly eyes revealed themselves, looking and staring straight into Kiku's own brown ones.

They were red. They were crimson red, same colour as the blood but redder if that was even possible. Those eyes.. they were eyes of a monster. A monster without pity or mercy. A monster who only knew maliciousness, pain and derived pleasure from it. Red eyes crinkled upwards with amusement as he saw Kiku. They stared right into brown ones with pleasure and glee and excitement mixed with vicious cruelty and pitch black madness.

..Ku... Ku...

Try as he might, Kiku could not remember his name. The name of the entirely insane one. He could not remember the name of this psychopath. He could not remember, and he knew that he would have to pay for it.

My, my, my... Has dear little Kiku forgotten me already..? How rude...

Brown eyes widened and let out a gasp. He knew that voice. He knew that voice very well. It was a voice that haunted his dreams and made him sleepless. It was hardly human, but oh so human at the same time. That slithering, hissing quality. That velvety maliciousness. That smooth and slick viciousness in every syllable. That voice was not one he could ever forget. He could drown in deep, dark,sweet and seductive voice that would pull him into oblivion. He had before. He had.. and he woke up to a nightmare. A nightmare that was reality. So many people hurt. So many people dead. Thousands more hurting and crying and pain.. pain was everywhere. The last time he heard that voice fully and wholly. The second World War.

I think you need to be punished for that..

Those words and sickening laughter echoing in his head were the last thing that Kiku heard before panic overwhelmed him and everything faded into black.

+Suzuku+

Okay~~ I need to sleep now~~ It's eleven at night~~

Bye byeee~~~~

[Carina Jones]

O.O
OH MY GOD FREAKING EXCELLENT.
Seriously I love this. I can't wait to see when you finish.

Just a couple spelling errors I noticed.
"He want very sure and he was troubled by that."
wasn't

"It was all is imagination."
his

Have a good night!
and there Japan goes hijacking songs I wrote for other characters again

[Honda Kiku]

Got it, thanks~~ I'll edit it before I go to bed ^^

I'm sooo happy you like it~~~~~~~ Yaaaayyy~~~~~~

^_______________________^

[Carina Jones]

*glomps*
You're welcome.

When you get more I will read.

[Honda Kiku]

+is glomped+ ^_____^

Okies~~~ I need to go to bed now, bye bye~~ +Hugs before running off+

Good night~~

[Honda Kiku]

The next time Kiku regained consciousness, he was in darkness. What..? What was going on..? He tried to look around, but there was no around if he was simply floating. He could not tell up from down, left from right. Where was he..? He did not know. He felt weightless and at the same time, so heavy as if he was tied down, but he felt nothing. He couldnt even feel his own limbs. What was going on..?

Suddenly, flashes

A katana coated with blood of thousands of innocents.

The feel of ripping the tongue off a screaming man.

The force of ruthlessly stabbing a person again and again just to make them scream.

The feel of the person writhing in pain under his hands as his limbs were slowly but surely cut off.

The feel of the instruments of torture and the wide terrified eyes of the victims as his footsteps became louder, stalking over to his prey.

He felt the joy and the jubilation of standing on the top of a pile of bodies that was mutilated and tortured so viciously.

He could feel his own lips being pulled to show and display a grin of delight at the row of people lined in front ready to be preyed on.

He felt sick.

Aww... Dont like the show.? I'm just making you remember what those people made you forget..

The slithering voice was back.It was back and it was as vicious as ever. Kiku could hear the smile and the pure delight in the words. At the memory. At his disgust. He was horrified. How could somebody like this..? People were getting hurt and tortured, screaming for mercy or death.. How could anyone like such a thing..? It was cruel. It was harsh. It made him want to puke.

Ohh? What's wrong? Why dont you like it? That is you after all. See? Look closely.

The flashes happened again. This time he could see the person doing all those acts. He had black hair and was wearing the Japanese uniform. As he smiled crazily at the last scene, Kiku knew that without a doubt, that was him. He flinched back. he did not want to see. it was a lie. It was all a lie! He had never felt that way! He did not like bloodshed nor did he like torture! he would never enjoy such things!

Would never..? Oh, but my precious little Kiku.. You already have.

Again those flashes happened. This time he knew the context. World War Two. This time, the gate that the doctors had tried so hard to close slammed open, and everything came rushing back. He could feel himself laughing each time somebody was in pain. He could feel himself smiling at every dead child's body. He could feel the joy pulsing through his veins at the fires that burned homes and slowly charred the people inside them. He could feel his pleasure each time somebody broke down in front of him. He could feel the scorn of their weakness. he could feel himself lift his katana. he could feel the friction caused when the blade went through skin, blood, tissue and bone. He could feel the satisfaction as the head that was no longer attached to the body rolled around.

No.. This want true.. He didnt feel like that.. he didnt feel like that at all! It was a lie.. It was a lie, it was all lies! He felt sick at the sound of the bone being crushed. He felt nauseous at the smell of the burning copses. He felt disgusted. He felt sick. This.. this was not him at all.

Oh, but it is.. It is all you.. I would know.. because that was me. And I am you..

Kiku wanted to shut that voice up. He wanted to turn away from the images that was being played over and over again in his mind. He wanted to get out of this place. He wanted to stop the images from playing in his head. Thousands of deaths. Thousands of brutal slayings.. It was painful. It was just so painful. He wanted it to stop. He wanted all of it to stop. He did not want to hear the screams that were played in his ears or the cries of help or the wails of despair. He did not want to see the lifeless eyes from the mangles bodies staring at him. he did not want to smell the metallic scent of blood or the smoke of fire. Hew wanted it all to just go away!

The images stopped.

He was glad. Kiku was glad. But at the same time, he could not forget it. Those images would play relentlessly behind his eyes. He could still hear the echoing sound of war and the cries that came from it. he could still smell the haunting ghost scent of the battle field. And this.. this is what he had once called glory.. This was once what he wanted. What he planned for. This was nothing that he wanted. But that was what he did. He did run countless of people through with is sword. He did torture thousands more that refused to obey him. He did laugh. He did smile. All of that.. he did... What had he done..?

The unforgivable The voice answered evenly. May you never be forgiven again

Kiku in shock and horror could only follow the words spoken to him.

May I never be forgiven again...

[Carina Jones]

Couple things

He count even feel his own limbs.
Couldn't

The feel of ripping the tongue off a screaming mad.
Man (?)

And, oh my God poor Kiku T.T *wants to hug him so bad*
Very very good.

[Elena Jones]

KIKU NEEDS A HUG!!!!

[Anya Braginskaya-Jones]

Kiku needs lots of hugs...maybe a group glomp with him in the middle?

...and now Head!Japan is yelling about "personal space" XD

[Honda Kiku]

The next time Kiku woke up, he was on a bed. His bed to be precise. But he could not remember how he had got there. As a matter of fact, he could not remember anything at all. Nothing but a sick sense of joy and a huge amount of fear, horror and self-hate. But why..? He frowned as he contemplated, but he refused to let it trouble him so deeply. There was work that needed to be done.

He tried to get up, but then he realised something. He could not move. He could not move at all. Not a twitch of a finger, or a jerk of his leg. He couldnt even scream. Why.? What was happening to him..? It was obvious that something did happen last night. But what? he could only remember the bathroom, the sound of broken glass.. and horror... He wanted to hyperventilate, as he was filled with panic, but his breathing was calm.

..Was that a smile that was spreading on his face..?

What..? Why..? What was going on..? Why did it seem like it was growing bigger ad bigger the more panicked he got? What was happening..?! What was going on!

Brown eyes darted from side to side, trying to see what was happening. Nobody else was in the room, and he felt noting forcefully hold him down or pull his muscles so that he would do something like smiling. No rope or string or wire. Nothing to bind and nothing to hold. Yes he still could not move no matter what he tried. Fear was bubbling inside him He wanted to move, scream, shout, do something, but the only thing he could do was blink.

By that time, he was too much in panic to feel exactly how wide his smile was. His lips were stretched so thin and so wide. Teeth could be shown all the way to the molars at the end. The smile was big and wide and it seemed that it could split his face. Such a wide grin.

From deep inside of Japan a rumbling could be felt. that small rumble becoming louder and louder untill bubbles of it was revealed to the body. A mad chuckling giggle that soon spilled into a hyena's laughter. Mad, malicious, and utterly ruthless.

At the sound, Kiku began to remember. He remembered the blood in the tap. He remembered the cracks in the mirror. He remembered the darkness. He remembered the images.

The body of Honda Kiku sat up, still grinning wildly. Brown eyes were frantic with fear and helplessness, but the voice that emergence was smooth and silky, and fell like velvet. There was no outward response from Kiku except for a dilation of his eyes, and a small tremble in his fingertips.

Surprise Kuro said to the world and his counterpart. Let's see what life would bring us today

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Kiku fell to the ground once Kuro was done with him. He didn't have the strength to stand. He didn't have the mind to move. He just lay limp where he fell immediately after Kuro had released him. He didn't even twitch.

But despite not moving, water was still spilling out of his eyes. They had not stopped since... Since... He cut his mind off there. He would not think of it. He couldn't think of it. Why couldn't he forget..? Why couldn't Kuro let him forget..? It would have been so much better if he had forgotten. If he had stayed oblivious to such things. He didn't want to know. He didn't want to know at all. Why couldn't he have been left like that...?

Because I wont let you run away. Coward. The Land of the Rising Sun does not need a coward. You should just die. You are a shame to the country. Where is your honour? You spineless bitch. You don't deserve to even serve under the name of our great country.

Kiku flinched and curled up into a ball. He hated it. He did not want to be told something like that. he hated it even more because it was true. He was weak. He was spineless. He was a coward. No, he didnt deserve anything.. He was pathetic and never deserved anything at all. He should be grateful that he was even given a chance to serve after all his worthlessness gave him. He did not deserve friendship. he did not deserve warmth. he did not deserve comfort. he did not deserve friends. He did not deserve to be happy.

He did not deserve anything at all.

Nothing except dark, cold despair. Something that Kuro was all so happy to give him.

This time, he didnt even try to twitch as he felt those cold, cold, icy shadows start to take over.