Façades - Weiß 2

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A picture, of me and my family. Otousan, okaasan, oniisan, oneechan, and... ojichan. One last memory of my bitter past, of death of both those I loved and hated. Of kidnappings without rescue. And I hate it all. Weiß, a color of purity and hope. Purity, how strange. So... hard to attain. Yet hope, so easy to have yet in a way, futile. How many times have I seen hope lost, making it ever harder to keep up the genki mask. Too many times, too many. And we cry. All of us, someday, sometime.

Yohji, he's changed ever since that incident with Neu. No, not Neu, Asuka. To first, so long ago, to be shot down in front of him, and then, forced to kill her once more with his own hands. He couldn't protect her. Just like I couldn't protect Ouka. My friend, my neechan to the end.

Aya-kun's been through so much also. His sister knocked into a coma, and for two years she lay. And she woke in the end. But he carries that guilt, that tainted feeling. He had shed blood in his neechan's name. And he hides, still he hides.

And Ken, forced to kill his friend, corrupted and manipulated by Takatori. Another life, another death... by his own hands.

So many, those we loved; we couldn't protect them... we couldn't protect them. And still we hide.