Disclaimers :

Weiss Kreuz isn't mine [KoyasuTakehito owns it…]

This is my first attempt to write a fanfic, so onegai…don't expect much…arigatou

This is still unedited

I don't speak German…so thanks for all the corrections [I do appreciate them…]

Reviews aren't necessary but they will be appreciated!

I don't wanna bore you with other A/N's so I'd shut up…^^ arigatou minna- san!



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Soaked with blood, that was what being an assassin was about…

PROLOGUE

'Okasan…'

'Yameru baka!' Brutally he kicked her on the shin. Blood gushed from her side.

There were no tears in her eyes. Pain…? She felt none of it…yet…

He dragged her by her hair to the murky end of the chamber. She clambered on her feet and hands as she followed, wincing as pain surged throughout her body. Her bruises began to sting, and her wounds began to ache. He pushed her to the wall, her body hitting it harshly, painting it red.

Weakly she tried to pull herself up, but to no avail. She staggered to the floor again, her limp arms refusing to hold her up. Yet, she displayed no hint of anguish…and her face marked by an expressionless facade.

'Your mother is dead do you hear! She's dead!' he yelled, slapping her face continuously until it paled.

Darkness enveloped them both…but she could see his menacing eyes burning before her.

'You killed her…' Her whisper echoed across the empty, silent space.

'YOU killed her…' he hissed. 'Your hands are stained with her blood… Do you remember that night when you killed her?'

He lashed out at her again, his heavy boots bruising her shin. He kicked her incessantly...hit her...hit her on her legs...until she felt her femur crack. She cried out, as tears welled up in her bloodshot eyes. 'Iie!'

'DO YOU?' he shrieked in madness.

'I was trying to kill you…' she sighed softly, her whole body going numb with pain. 'But you used her body as a shield…I saw everything…'

He grabbed her hair and twisted it around his hands. 'Your mother was a dirty woman do you understand? She stole my money then went out with other men…she's a whore! She deserves that, like you deserve it too!' He shook her frail body and thrust her towards the wooden floor. 'You're next…'

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Rain…that was all she could make out of her surroundings. Soft…sweet raindrops glistening on her soaked body…and the water pooled upon the uneven ground. The shower was light, and the dim sun could still be seen hiding behind clouds of gray. Even the trees' leaves spoke of a lovely cascade of water from the blessings of the heavens. The greens sparkled silver with rain. The birds chirped a mirthful song as they flew towards their nests amidst the drizzle.

She clutched her fist and felt warm liquid flow from her palm.

Her eyes were focused on the mound of soil, covered with carmine petals of the Japanese rose...and scattered leaves of the naked trees...

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