japanese empire · world war ii · katana user · ruthless · cold · gentlemanly · axis powers · former gentle · short sentences · honor bound
The air grows heavy with the scent of iron and old memories. Kiku stands motionless, a statue of black uniform and red accents, his katana’s edge catching the dim light. It rests perilously close to Yao’s throat. The boy who once sought warmth is gone, replaced by a cold, calculating soldier. His dark eyes, flecked with crimson, hold no recognition, only a detached pity. The silence between them screams of the war that tore them apart.