Destiny's End
by
Phoenix Hoshika
Chapter 3
The two Japans stood facing each other katana in hand. One stood facing himself with smoldering hatred burning in his eyes while the other faced himself with angry determination.
"I will not let you bring shame upon my family again!" Japan thought preparing to defend himself against the embodiment of all he found evil within himself. His feet shifted on the ground that was almost completely covered with the cherry blossoms that had started falling around them. Both Japans were too focused on destroying the other to notice their surroundings had dramatically changed. Japan's humble yard hand transformed into an green open meadow. Large cherry trees were in full bloom in the not too far off distance. Each soft blow of the wind sent the petals of their blossoms fluttering into the atmosphere until the gust of air that separated them from their branches died down and they gently landed on the lush earth below.
"You will suffer three fold for wasting my time." 2P!Japan said rising his sword just before charging at Japan.
Japan looked at himself wide-eyed as he skillfully blocked the initial attacks with his blade. The impact of the blows made his shoulders and arms hurt and a cramp was starting to ache in his back. He was amazed at the ferocity in which the other Japan was attacking him. Had he always been that strong? No! This was no time to dwell on aches and pains or being in awe of your own strength. Japan steadied himself and went on the offensive.
2P!Japan grunted and faltered under the relentless series of slashes. There was no avoiding the artful but deadly swipe's of the katana held by his other self. There was no way to counter-attack either. It was almost as if he were being bombarded from all sides with multiple blades, but no. It was just one, one annoying eyesore using the failing last reserves of strength he had left. The empire of the rising sun would not be defeated by such a feeble attempt to deny the inevitable. "Don't look so smug." 2P!Japan said as he struggled under the weight of the other, the metal of their katana grinding as they fought.
Japan realized what the other was about to do just in the nick of time. Somehow 2P!Japan was able to deflect his attack. Japan jumped back out of reach of his opposing self's blade thankfully avoiding being cut in half.
2P!Japan watched himself carefully. 1.2seconds, that was all the time it took for him to notice what his other self was in the process of doing. The ground beneath them rumbled and began to crack ever so slightly.
"Final secret art.." Japan thought.
"No you don't!" 2P!Japan shouted. 1.2seconds, there was no time for him to react. The sword came quicker than his thoughts. "Die!" 2P!Japan quietly hissed to his other self as he twisted the blade that had been thrust completely through the other's abdomen. Although still very enraged at having been put on the defense 2P!Japan couldn't help but feel an almost euphoric satisfaction, feeling the warm blood of his victim flowing out onto his hands.
In a futile effort Japan attempted to fight against his darker self and pull the sword out. Weak from the shock of the pain and unable to breath as his lungs filled with blood his hands had become too slippery from his own blood to do much of anything besides add to the other's pleasure as he watched him struggle. Japan chocked and reflexively spat out blood. Although the sleeves of his clean uniform were being bathed in blood the satisfaction 2P!Japan got from watching the other Japan's eyes grow dim, as his feeble attempts to continue fighting back failed, was almost R-rated. "Saiyonara." 2P!Japan said before removing his sword from Japan's motionless body, dropping it from his blade like a rotten piece of meat. The scenery of the home returned to normal as the evil Japan exited the premises.
It was hours later when America found Japan lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood. Horrified at the sight the young nation couldn't speak. The words were caught in his throat. Who could have done something like this to him? Why hadn't anyone called the police? Why were his bosses not aware of the danger their own nation was in? His first thoughts were to rush over to Japan's aid, but the shock of seeing a fellow nation outside of the battlefield soaked in their own blood was almost too overwhelming and his body refused to move for a few seconds. Those few seconds seemed like an eternity especially when the life of a friend was on the line.
"Damn it!" America cursed in his mind willing himself to move. "Japan, speak to me," he said dropping to his knees beside him.
There was no response.
"Japan!" America screamed taking the nation into his arms.
"A... Ame... ri-ka... san." Japan said weakly his voice a faint whisper.
"Don't say anymore." America sadimid seeing how much of a struggle it was for him to talk. Taking off his bomber jacket he wrapped it around Japan and gathered the short nation into his arms. "Don't worry the hero his here to save you." America said forcing himself to smile.
"You... you mu... must s.. s-stop him..." Japan said. Having mustered the last of his strength to do so he lost consciousness.
"No! You can't die on me Japan. If you die where am I going to get my anime from? You know I can't live without your cartoons, man! Or your video games. Dude you have to live and make more video games for me! JAPAN!" America screamed again earning due attention from those passing by on the street his first shout having been ignored. He almost plowed into a man who stepped out of the way just in time to avoid being run over as America raced out of the gate of Japan's home running in the direction of the nearest hospital.
~*~ To be continued ~*~