Title: I'll tell you in another life
Author: Raina-chan!
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss, so please don't hurt me… !
Warning: PWP!

Beforehand Comments: As I start this story, I'm not sure what it's going to be about. I thought about humor, but that didn't seem to fit. Most humor stories for Weiss make them look very dumb.

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I catch the stars in the sky and make short work of them. I tame the sun and let it shine only when I want it to. The rain falls when I want the rest of the world to know what a piss poor sport I am. I fight your demons, and I always win. It's no trouble for me, just you. I hold the cards, and everything is going for me.

Sometimes I like to think that, to jump-start my day. Sometimes, the way it's so ridiculously untrue, it makes me double up with laughter. Sometimes, it makes me realize what an ass I really am. Other times, I really don't care. Why should I, ne? I couldn't do all that. I can't even sleep right at night.

I kill people. I kill them for no other reason than the fact I was told to kill them. It's justifiable, really. The perfect job for the guy who has everything going for him. When I say that, I never once mention that things are going right. Every one of us has had shit happen. That's why we're all here: the inevitable revenge.

But if you ever hate something, as much as I hate it, you realize that that power in your hands is scary. I mean, there's reason humans aren't naturally supposed to have a hand in death, right? Sure, if I had my way, a lot of things would be different. That's what I say now, but when I'm overcome with a feeling so intense… I don't know what would happen.

I guess no matter what I do, I'm still going to make really stupid choices. I've accepted that much, at least. I don't want to change. I don't want anything to change. Even if I can't sleep right at night, it makes me feel OK to know I've killed someone who's not worthy to live. I enjoy playing god in my little corner of the universe. Do you have a problem?

Wow. I've gotten half a page down and all I've done is just talk and talk and talk. It's what I like to think I'm good at though, so I'll just keep talking. You know, I'm sure someone would love to see how a guilty man thinks. Not that I really think of myself as guilty, but hey, I'm not completely with the law either. This is my mind. The completely contradiction-inclined line of thought is very old fashioned, but a lot of old-fashioned stuff is neat. Like Ken, for example.

We guilty men love to rip on each other when we think no one's listening. But hey, if you can hear my cynical comments, or read them, that's even better. Why? A comedian loves an audience. It's just not the same when you're thinking about this comment at some odd time and the only person around to hear it is yourself. Yeah, when I think of something in the shower next time, I'll extend you all an invitation.

I bet some of you are cursing, muttering to yourself about how stupid I was. You know, to say all that stuff? Sometimes I say stuff without thinking. OK, OK, I do that a lot. But it's funny. We all need a good laugh, right? Like every kid needs that one violent video game or those mind melting rock music lyrics. Yeah, that's the good stuff.

What the hell did I start typing for? Now I'm just talking to hear myself talk. How wrong is that? Whatever. I said something and now I feel better. Invite me back. I'll tell you more in another life. Call me.

-Yohji Kudou

After comments: Ooooh yeah. This was –very- fun to write. Yo, folks, read up on my other Weiss story and review, yah? I'm tempted to continue it and never publish the finish online. Review. I may do a cameo like this for all the other chars too.