The Truth of the Matter

Part One: Youji Kudou

Being part of an assassin group might sound like a bad thing – being under the law, always under cover, secretive – but I really think that our group is doing some good in the community. Yes, we are assassins. If it’s possible, we are the “good” assassins, though some might say an assassin is an assassin and they are all the same. I wouldn’t agree with that, however.

Weiss kills the killers. Now, while that doesn’t exactly justify what we do, it certainly makes it better. After all, there are no real super heroes in the world and we are about as close as they come. Sure, policemen are supposed to be good, but there are some corrupt ones out there. They also have to abide by laws and regulations that strangle them and their ability to help others. We have our own code.

Still, one thing that bothered me about being an assassin were two of the members of our group. That’s not to say that they weren’t good assassins or even that they didn’t belong in our group, it’s just they are so young and innocent. Now, Aya and I, both of us have experienced the real world and understand how cruel it can be, but Ken and especially Omi had such bright outlooks on life. I don’t want either of them to ever lose that.

Unfortunately, being an assassin tends to jade a person.

All the lying and the sneaking about – what are we teaching both of them? What kind of example are we showing them? Is that really what we want to turn these two into, cynical creatures that kill without thought or remorse? Sure, now they are still the same sweet people as before, but soon that might change.

There is also another thing that bothers me. The fact that I can’t shelter either of them because we are all in this together and we all see the same things. Night in and night out, we are cold hard killers, though by day we get to play gardeners in a flower shop. That might help them put things into prospective – the simple things in life, but still I don’t like the fact that they are involved. Not when their view of the world is so perfect they way it is. Foolish, maybe, but perfect in that I used to be the same way and now I can only wish that’s how I saw things.

Then there is Aya. None of us are entirely sure what is wrong with him, but I know he is one of the most gorgeous creatures I have ever seen. Did I mention he was also good in bed? Yeah, we got together almost from the start. It’s a rather simple relationship; I do most of the talking and he glares at me. But at least he listens. He’s a lot nicer than people give him credit for.

Did I mention he was beautiful?

The thing about my relationship with Aya is that the other two don’t know. I am really not sure how they would take it knowing what we have together. Omi is so young. And Ken is just Ken. I wouldn’t want to shock them or anything. I would hate for their to be awkwardness between us. That would just ruin everything we have created as a team and we certainly can’t have that! After all, our missions depend on us being able to trust each other and to even be able to predict the other’s movements. If they were wary of Aya and I then it just wouldn’t work.

And being an assassin is certainly a life and death thing!

So, what can I say about Aya? Other than the fact that he is very silent and a bit odd? I really don’t know all that much about him, other than the fact that he can look good in almost any clothing, even the most hideous of things no one else could ever get away with wearing!

Oh, and Aya and cook! It’s amazing; I never thought him capable of menial labor, but he actually enjoys cooking. That certainly surprised me. And he’s amazing with the flower arrangements, too. I know he likes to seem all tough and cool, but I know there is a soft side underneath all of it.

The problem is, trying to find it. Especially when he doesn’t want anyone at all to find it, not even me. Perhaps especially not me, because we are lovers. The closer he gets to someone the farther he seems to pull away from them. He is distant with both Omi and Ken, but neither of them care about that much; it seems they can smile through even Aya’s coldest glares. I can’t exactly smile through them, but I have started to get used to them, at least.

For all his coldness, he is never so in bed. It’s like he becomes a different being with fire and passion instead of ice and daggers. I don’t know if it’s an escape or the fact that me might actually care about me and just can’t admit it. Either way, I can’t say that it bothers me in the least.

Maybe it’s just that Aya had a hard time expressing himself through words and prefers to express his feelings through actions, instead. I mean, not everyone can be as good with words as I am. It’s simply not possible!

Of course, most people also can’t read others as well as I do, but someone has to keep all of us together and has to understand how the group functions. If I didn’t, then no one would, and that would be a definite problem for all of us. After all, all groups need instruction and even though Aya is technically in charge, he isn’t exactly a people person. In fact, he’s not a people person at all and maybe that’s why I like him so much since there is so much I can help him with and so much I could teach him if he only let me.

I’ve never actually told him, but I think he realizes how I feel about him. Maybe he’s too afraid to admit it and he feels the same way, too. I never thought I’d actually fall in love with a man, but that’s what happened. Not that it stops me from playing around with women because Aya has always insisted upon having an open relationship. Plus, with some of the missions we go on, we have to pretend to be attracted to this person or that person and we can’t get jealous over things like that.

So, all in all, I would say I am pretty happy with my life, despite it’s many flaws. I do wish Ken and Omi could escape from this job unfazed and I am going to do everything in my power to shelter them as much as I can so I can see that that happens. As for Aya, I’m sure things will work out between us. Eventually.

Part Two: Aya (Ran) Fujimiya

They think I don’t know what they say behind my back, but I’m not so unobservant that I don’t realize what is going on. Yes, officially, I am the leader of Weiss, but I’ve also been pretty much labeled as the “strange one”, too. Never mind that Youji collects paper clips – I’m serious – or that Ken likes eating mayonnaise sandwiches – which I think is absolutely disgusting, by the way – or even that Omi spends more time on the computer than he has human contact, which is rather disturbing when one thinks about it. Just because I like silence and brooding does not automatically make me strange. Hey, it worked for “Angel” and he got his own show! Of course, I’m not a vampire and I still kill humans on a semi-regular basis so maybe that’s the difference?

Of course, I only think about those kind of things when I can bring myself to care about them, which I’ll admit is not often. When you are motivated by revenge not much else really matters much in life.

Kill, kill, kill. Revenge, revenge, revenge. I know all work and no play makes Aya a dull person. But sometimes I “play” with my victims, so I can’t be all that dull. Even if I am dull, I keep my sword sharp enough to split hairs, literally. That’s not dull at all.

There are a few things that I do care about besides revenge, though. Don’t get me wrong or peg me as “insanely, absolutely motivated by revenge”, though I have been known to go overboard on occasion. I’m certain a lot of people in my situation would have. If they were talented enough that is. Some people can’t handle a sword like I can, after all.

One of the things I care about: my sister, Aya. Having taken her name, I obviously care deeply about her. So sweet and innocent, cut down in her prime by the orders of a vile man who deserves to die!! Okay, getting worked up here. But, he does deserve to die after what he did to my family.

The things I care about: Ken and Omi. The two of them are very sweet even if they think I am strange. Neither of them is particularly good at what they do as assassins, which is perhaps what makes me want to protect them. I do like Ken’s claws, but they require close quarters to be able to use them to their fullest and their user has to be quick to get in their strike at exactly the right moment. Omi has impeccable aim with his arrows, darts, or whatever, but in close fighting he’s pretty much useless. However, with his technical skills he more than makes up for his other flaws.

Omi. He reminds me of my sister, except for the obvious fact that he’s male. Even though he acts pretty girlish. Oh well. He has his naivety about him, his pure, wholesome innocence that separates him from the rest of us. When he smiles he truly means it. I can’t remember the last time I was able to look that happy. I’m not sure I was ever that happy, actually. I do my best to make sure that Omi is okay and looking after his well being has almost become as important to me as my own sister’s safety. Sometimes I think that if my parents had lived they might have had another child, a cute little boy, and that he would have been something like Omi is now.

So, I’ll keep him safe as I do for her. No harm will come to him as long as I am around.

Then, there’s Ken. It’s true Ken still has his optimism and I admire him for that, but he’s as jaded as the rest of us. It’s not as obvious with him, true, but it’s still there. That flicker of darkness in his eyes, how he can’t quite smile and really mean it from the bottom of his heart, how he acts a little too happy, and a bit too rational. I know Youji doesn’t think that Ken is jaded; he thinks of him as being as purely innocent as Omi, but we know better. Youji’s an idiot, though, a complete and utter moron that we would probably be better off without.

Notice I did not mention caring about Youji. That is because I don’t.

I know he thinks I do and that he can do something to break my cold exterior and somehow dramatically change me so I’ll swoon at his feet or some other such romantic nonsense. Bullshit. He’s a good fuck and that is all there is to it. Gods, if I had known he’d be such a whiny clingy bastard I would never have agreed to this casual sex relationship. I would have thought he would have known better, being the manwhore than he is, but apparently I overestimated him.

Oh, Youji. Sometimes he amazes me with his ability to not see what is in front of his very eyes! He thinks I could care about him and he thinks I care when he yammers on like an utter mental case about this or that. I have my own problems, thank you very much! I do not care to have his, as well.

That’s another thing that bugs me – I might have my motivation for revenge, but at least I’m QUIET about it! I don’t know how many times he’s bitched and moaned about the death of his partner and how much it upset him, blah, blah, blah! Who gives a shit?? He cannot begin to tell me what pain is until his parents are murdered in their own home, his sister is hit by a car (now currently in a coma as she has been for some time now), and he CANNOT, no matter how much he tries, KILL the person who did that to them! It wasn’t like he was that close with his partner, anyway, and if she was stupid enough to get killed – being a trained professional, after all – then it’s her own fault! She knew the risks of her job, but my family was innocent! They were not fighters!

I sincerely hate my life at the moment. I hate the flower shop and I am beginning to hate Youji. If just one more teenage girl looks at me and rushes toward me like a football player on steroids I just might have to chop her head off. I might be eyecandy, but this eyecandy tends to like his personal space and little girls hopping about me, following me around, and drooling over me is not something I call a “good time”. On the other hand, I can say the same of Youji.

You know, he tried to tell me he loved me yesterday but I never gave him the chance to say it. He acts so tough and casual and yet he is so desperately needy for affection that it’s downright disturbing. I might be a little off but I don’t need anyone’s affection to keep me going. Revenge is all I need to survive. Youji has been very loving recently and I have no idea what brought on the sudden change, though I am certain it was nothing I did. As always, I still treat him like dirt. I ignore him, I glare at him, yet he stares at me as if I were spouting mushy garbage at him. Honestly! Maybe I should use reverse psychology and do what he wants me to do so that he won’t like me anymore. On the other hand that could backfire and I would really rather not deal with those consequences.

But enough of Youji since the thought of him makes me nauseous, though it’s not so bad when he’s not talking and he’s underneath me. The rest of the time I could do without him.

Ken is pretty bright, despite his appearance and his attitude. He has known about Youji and I for ages now. I have not broken this news to Youji because it would only alarm him. I did remark on the fact that he doesn’t see what’s in front of his very own eyes, didn’t I? He can’t see I don’t love him and he can’t see that Ken and I have come to an understanding over it. I think Ken would like a piece of Youhi, but he’s so oblivious and so in love with me that he probably will never realize it. Besides, he doesn’t see Ken in that way at all.

Ken is a good kid. I don’t know how much longer he can keep up with the optimism, however. I dropped it long ago because it simply wasn’t worth it. But if he can maintain that spirit and continue to fool Youji – and very few others – then kudos to him.

I think I’ll avoid Youji for a few more hours and dwell on my revenge. That’s better than any optimism I might have had.

Part Three: Ken Hidaka

Youji and Aya are complete and utter morons. I’m sure most people would agree if they were to examine them both for any length of time.

Shall I start with Youji, first? Yes. First of all, he’s so concerned about the bad people outside of our little realm that he doesn’t think to look for the very flaws in what we are doing. It’s true that we don’t exactly go out and kill innocent people, but innocent people have gotten killed because of us before and will continue to get killed as well. We might save others, but we destroy them, too.

Does Youji see that? No, he only sees the good we do, but there are two sides to every story and just because he chooses to look the other way does not mean that they don’t exist!

There are other reasons he’s a moron, though. Many other reasons. Take for example, how he views me. I think sometimes he believes I am no older and dear Omi, a child with no sense or intelligence that is helpless without the mother bird, or hen, which in this case would be Youji. Maybe Omi still needs his care, guidance, and advice, but I can certainly do without it. I haven’t been a child for ages now and even if I were I am better with children than he is not to mention having a better view of the world than he does. He simply can’t see beyond himself nor is he any judge of character whatsoever; he’s more easily swayed than I ever was.

At least I don’t get sidetracked by a pretty face. Or, not always, anyway, but I’ll address that later.

Then there is the whole issue with Aya and whatever it is exactly that is between them. Youji is not exactly discreet about anything and it was not long at all before I found out about his relationship – if you want to call it that – with Aya. Hello? I exist here! I am not some halfwit and I think I can figure out when two people are screwing each other when their room is right next to mine. Aya, at least, had the decency to bring their sexual encounters out in the open and I was certain he knew the minute I realized they were together, unlike Youji. Youji still doesn’t know that I found out ages ago and he’s still trying to hide it like it is some big secret.

Well, guess what? It isn’t a secret from me and I found out all on my own, too, not that it was that hard.

I know for a fact that Aya doesn’t give a damn about him, though. No matter how much Youji may love him, he is not the kind of person Aya could ever love. With the way Aya treats him I wouldn’t think he would want to stay around him or he would at least realize that what they have will never last with the way they are going, but he doesn’t get that, does he? Youji just isn’t too bright.

That leads me into why Aya is a moron. Yeah, Aya might be a sexy, sword-swinging man but he is only slightly better than Youji. It’s true Aya picks up on a lot of things that no one else can, but he is entirely too motivated by revenge to the point where he has corrupted his own mind and has almost lost all touch with reality and his own sanity making him little more than a mindless slave to his revenge. Not a very nice thing to be, now is it?

Not that that is entirely a bad thing. I can see how devoting oneself to a quest can be the only way to complete that quest, but if you are so devoted that you lose yourself – well, that’s going a bit too far in my book!

Yes, Youji might be an idiot for not seeing that Aya can’t love him, but Aya is more of an idiot for not loving Youji in return. Youji does everything for him and he says such beautiful things to him that it makes my heart ache to hear them and know that I have no one to say those things to. The least Aya could do would be to put him out of his misery and break off things once and for all between them. It’s true that he hasn’t actually done anything to lead him into thinking their relationship is more than it is, but Youji can get so emotionally attached to things that he should know better! Any relationship with Youji is a deep relationship, even the one with absolutely no attachment on Aya’s part doesn’t mean that Youji won’t become attached anyway.

And yet, Aya doesn’t know any better, does he? He sees so many things and he cannot understand why Youji is reacting this way to him. Another view of how Aya has lost touch with humanity. I’m not sure he knows or understands what love is anymore, which is truly a sad thing that makes Aya all the more an idiot.

Another thing, the most important thing that makes Aya an idiot? Well, put simply, he thinks I want YOUJI. Sorry, he is so not my type. Why does this make Aya an idiot, though? It’s because I want Aya, not Youji, and he doesn’t know that at all. Not that I would ever tell him that. Or, at least not yet, not with the way he is now and what I already know about him.

Believe me, it’s extremely frustrating to see him every day and to want him and to know that he’s practically incapable of love and beyond that he’s involved with Youji. Not that what he and Youji has is serious (not according to Aya, anyway), but I just couldn’t see making a move on Aya with Youji around. I don’t even like Youji but the whole idea of it is wrong.

I don’t even know if Aya could even love me back.

And that, I suppose, is what makes me a moron, too. Sure, I can help out the cute little kids, play soccer to my heart’s content, save the citizens again and again, but Aya is something I can never have. It’s painful to see him every day and to know that I will probably never, ever have a chance with him. He’s so beautiful and cold and broken inside and who can know if he will ever be healed? He won’t confine in anyone, so why would he ever let me into his heart to help him? Put simply, he wouldn’t and I couldn’t put myself in that situation, in the same situation that Youji has because that’s not the person I am.

I don’t take rejection well. I don’t like to be kicked down, only to stand up to get kicked again. I learn my lesson the first time and I learn from other’s mistakes as well as my own. So, why do I still want him, no matter how he acts? No matter what he is thinking when he looks at me with those calculating eyes that say so much when he says so little? Why can’t I get over him?

What is it about Aya that makes me love him so much even though I have never really had any sort of lengthy conversation with him at all. Not that Aya has lengthy conversations with anyone. But, still, it doesn’t make sense in my mind that I can love him so much despite everything.

Does that make me no better than Youji, I wonder?

Everything in his house, in this group, is complicated. It reminds me of some damn soap opera and I don’t even watch soap operas unless I happen to pause in channel surfing, not realizing I have stopped on a soap opera. Aya is involved with someone he doesn’t love, but the person who he is involved with is in love with him, in addition to that someone else wants and can’t have Aya because he’s involved with someone else. Way to complex, if you ask me.

There’s only one sane person in this entire house, I guess, and that would be Omi. He is so lively and happy and normal. All the rest of us are messed up in one way or another, which is why I suppose we all became assassins. After all, if you have a perfectly content and happy life you don’t want to go out and start randomly killing people. That makes me wonder why Omi, sweet little Omi, is apart of our group. He should be sheltered, protected in a nice little house with a white picket fence with caring people to watch over him.

Yet, here he is with us, going to school and tending a flower shop by day, while at night he dons his assassin gear and ends lives. It’s true we try to keep him away from as much of the actual killing as we can, busying him with the technical aspects of being an assassin, but he kills to. It’s rather hard to be in our line of work and to not get your hands bloody, after all.

So, the corrupted corrupt another generation, a should-be innocent generation. I can only hope he is not ruined by his experiences with us and that we are able to teach him good and true morals, despite how ruined we already are. It makes me sick, truly, to think we are putting him in all these awful situations that no one should ever have to go through, let alone him! Our poor Omi thrust into death and mayhem.

It’s just not right.

And yet it is reality and there is little I can do to change it. At least Aya, Youji, and I can all agree on one thing: Omi’s safety comes first. We will protect him as long as we can. I never want to see him lose that perfect smile of his.

I never want his eyes to be darkened with hatred or consumed with fear or revenge. I need for something in my life to be right and true and that something is Omi and if he ever changed, I don’t know what I would do.

Part Four: Omi Tsukiyono

Aya, Youji, and Ken are all very sweet. They have their strange tendency, each of them, but I don’t mind that at all. Aya is obsessed with swords, Youji chain smokes, and Ken has an unhealthy fascination with Aya. Still, they are all very, very dear people.

Stupid. But dear.

They make me laugh sometimes when they look at me and see their own idealized vision of youth, picturing their younger selves and how innocent and untouched they were. That’s what I am, their little mascot, their statuesque vision to be placed on a pedestal and never, ever taken down lest it shatter, taking with it all their hopes and dreams of a perfect tomorrow.

I am not their vision, not at all. Maybe only Persia realizes this and that is why he allows me to be where I am and to be who I am. There might be another reason behind it, but Persia would never tell me that and that’s okay because maybe I don’t want to know, anyway. Maybe Persia doesn’t want to admit what he knows is true and that’s okay, too. There are few things that upset me in this world and what people think of me in the very least of my worries. After all, no matter how often you try to prove that you are one thing, in the end, people only see what it is that they want to see and no amount of changing or pretending will stop that. So, if they want to see me as a naïve little toddler with big eyes and an endless brightness and innocence, then so be it.

That doesn’t change the fact that I do not fit that label in the least.

Nor does it change the fact that I believe them all to be incredibly adorable for being able to see ME in that fashion, especially when they are the ones that see me at my absolute worst! Or, at least the absolute worst that I would ever show them, which admittedly in fairly tame to some of the things I have done. They have seen me kill have seen me with blood dripping down my hands and in my hair and on my clothes. They have seen me knife people in the back, have seen me smile in triumph over my latest victim, a person who had completely deserved to die.

What they didn’t see, because they did not want to see it, was the bloodlust in my eyes, the thrill of the chase, the desire for danger, the wanting of utter chaos around me. They don’t understand that I enjoy killing. Aya doesn’t enjoy killing, because deep down he is a very vulnerable and lost little boy who is upset and lonely and who is still seeking affection even if he denies it to everyone, including himself. Youji hates killing because he is deeply emotional and is affected by the deaths of others and the pain it will cause them. Ken also dislikes killing because he tries so hard to see the good in every situation, no matter how hard or desperate it is and he believes that everyone should have a chance at life.

I have no such qualms because, unlike Aya, I truly do not care. I also have never had any emotional attachments to anything. And I already know that the world and everything in it is hell and deserves to die. There is this rush every time I take a life and feel their blood on me, knowing I can kill other people, take lives – that is an amazingly superior feeling that gives me such pleasure. It makes me feel like a god. And each time I kill I want to kill more and more and more until sometimes it’s all I think about, it’s all that infects my dreams.

I shiver every time I see the color red – a red shirt, a red bus, a red rose, anything – because it reminds me of warm blood covering my hands. I never want to let go of that feeling. It’s an absolutely amazing feeling, truly! I don’t know how the others don’t feel it and I can only assume that they are too busy worrying about the ramifications of that death rather than the fun they had in bringing that death about. Or, maybe they just don’t know how to make killing fun, which seems sad to me. A person should enjoy their occupation in life, after all. And I do enjoy being an assassin, every much so. If I weren’t an assassin, after all, I would merely be a murder. Assassin sounds so much better. More professional, I think.

Sometimes they try to protect me as if I were some fragile little glass figure that they can cup their hands around and cradle so that it won’t break. I tolerate that because if that’s what makes them feel better about their chosen path in life and all the supposedly bad thing they have done, then so be it. Who am I to interfere with their self actualization, or, rather, attempted self actualization? It’s not like they do that very often because they are so involved in their own problems, real or created, to pay all that much attention to me. Most of the time I have free reign over everything that I do and the means to do it with. There are so many things that I have done right under their noses that they would never imagine and I warrant they would each have several heart attacks if they were even to find out about one of them!

Actually, one time Youji did freak out about something I did. I still don’t understand why, but I’ve never done it since because I really have a problem with people shrieking at me and hyperventilating and all. It’s just so annoying. Anyway, he was chain-smoking as usual, and I asked him for a cigarette, which seemed natural enough a request to me. I guess he wasn’t really paying all that much attention at first, he mumbled something, and then handed me one, but just when I was about to reach for the lighter in my pocket, I felt his eyes on me. I stopped and glanced over at him and saw how wide his eyes had gotten. Then he snatched the cigarette from my mouth and asked what the hell I thought I was doing. From his expression I judged it would be prudent not to tell him that I smoked all the time, so I made some excuse about him looking out of it and wanting to see if he would actually give me one. I said it was a joke and because that’s the answer he really wanted to hear, he believed it.

It was strange to get upset over such a little thing when he smokes all the time. I’ve never mentioned I do more than just smoke or drink and they have never found out that their cute Omi goes out clubbing looking like a complete whore. And sometimes he snags a catch and sometimes he sleeps with that catch and sometimes he lets them live and other times he kills them and bathes in their blood simply because it feels nice. Wouldn’t they be surprised to know their Omi likes the taste of blood, too? Or that he is into all sorts of BDSM?

They would be rather scandalized, wouldn’t they? Oh, but that’s not even half of what I do. They wouldn’t know about any of that, though, because they are too busy amongst themselves to notice me. Oh, what would they do if they found out? Scold me? I could just imagine that conversation!

“Now Omi, you know it’s wrong to have sex with multiple partners and then slit their throats, right?”

I would bat my eyes and say, “Oh, definitely, very wrong!” and they would believe it no matter how fake I sounded.

“And you know it’s wrong to do drugs, don’t you?” as if it were some sort of after school special.

“Drugs can harm you, I will never do that again, believe me!” And they would believe that, too.

It would be amusing though, for a little bit. I don’t even think that if they found out about anything I’ve done that they would believe I am less than the innocent symbol that I am. I could tell them that it was the first time I had EVER done anything like that before and they would never question it because they don’t believe I am capable of any of that!

Oh, but there is something that they wouldn’t like, I suppose. Sleeping with the enemy. No matter that Youji has done it before because he wasn’t aware that she was the enemy, silly boy. I do it knowingly, though, and I have a feeling they might frown upon that. Oh! They might even lock me up and give me a spanking all without knowing I would probably enjoy that.

I went to Nagi knowing full well he was with Schwartz and that they were trying to kill us as much as we were trying to kill them. I couldn’t resist the temptation, the thrill of it. I do so like living life on the edge, after all. Believe me, Nagi is good in bed, but he has had a lot of experience, too. After all, he deals with Brad and Schuldig on a daily basis and rarely goes a day without getting fucked by one or the other. They don’t think he’s innocent at all because they don’t try to make him anything other than he is.

At first it was only Nagi. Then it was Nagi and Schuldig, because you can never keep anything from him for very long. Then it was Nagi, Schuldig, and Brad and I was never happier. I even had a brief fling with Farfello but that became too disturbing even for me, though at first it was just the knives and blood play and various other things, then he crossed the line and I had to beat him down with a stick. I’ve decided to just stay with the other three from now on. I might like killing, but that doesn’t mean I’m in a hurry to die, either.

They have suggested that I should leave Weiss and join them and I have been sorely tempted by that thought, however, I explained that even though I fit in better with them, I do have to have some loyalties. Someone has to protect those three, after all. They thought that was reasonable; someone in our group needed to have a good healthy dose of common sense.

But I always go back to them for a bit of fun now and again because I can’t get enough of the danger and the lust and the pain and everything. I am not that worried that any of the members of Weiss would ever discover that I’m doing this and even if they did I could always lie and tell them that Schuldig was manipulating my mind or something. That would be funny! He has done that before, after all. I wouldn’t have to tell them I enjoyed it.

“Oh, they did horrible things to me!” *sob, sob* “It was so terrible!” They would never doubt me for a moment. And the reason why is simple.

They don’t know me anymore than they know each other. The truth of the matter is that there are no innocents and that everything is corrupted and corruptible. Everyone can be bought it’s just a matter of finding the right price. And everyone can be killed it’s just a matter of executing the right move at the right time. Everyone will die at some point or another, a natural death or otherwise, and if they are going to die, it might as well be me killing them. After all, they could very well turn around and try to kill me, first.

~~The End~~