Past Left Untouched

Disclaimer: Don't own Weiss Kreuz or Yohji Kudoh either, but will like to.

Notes: Slight OOC-ness, maybe a few grammars mistakes and long winded. (Never been molested, but I thought Yohji has a lot a symptoms of that of a abused child)

Summary: Yohji's is reflecting about his childhood. Dark, angst, child abuse, crude language, attempted suicide, child molestation …

First's POV

My past haunts me at times, late at night and makes me hate being alone at night. So I sleep around, smoke and drink too much at night, my comrades all think it's because I am a playboy or I just miss Asuka, but there's more so much more that I refuse to tell them.

My name is not really Kudoh Yohji, so Aya and Omi aren't the only ones that use fake names; it's really Kudoh Kojiro, Yohji is my father's name, not that I think of him much the asshole run out on me and my mom when I was a baby.

My mother was a beautiful woman with so much love and kindness in her, she tried for long time to clean houses to put food on the table but in the end she always had a heart condition that made it hard for her to work, and her stupid parents always disapproved of her eloping with my deadbeat dad, so run out on her they just sat back and laughed at her. But she never complained ever, she was just amazing like that, I was eight when she met HIM my stepfather, he was a rich CEO at one of the company's she did cleaning at, it wasn't long until they married and we moved into his big house. I was nine the first time he came into my bedroom and under my sheets, and he kept coming in uninvited to my room every night until was fourteen. I couldn't tell my mother, by that time she was so sick she was in hospital all the time and HE threatened to stop paying her hospital bills if I ever stop letting him TOUCH ME. My mother died when I was fourteen of heart failure, by that time I so bitter and disgusted myself that I tried to kill myself, I went to the bathroom on the night my mother's funeral and slit my wrist.

I woke the next morning in a hospital room my arms bonded to the bed, it seem that HE told the doctors that I so depressed due to mother's death that I tried to off myself. HE wouldn't let me go, it seem I was best ass he ever had and didn't want to let me go. So the night HE took me home, he took me to my room climb on me one last time and took me for a ride. As soon as he got off, I grabbed my lamp and hit HIM in the back of the head as hard as I could; I kept hitting HIM with it until I was covered in HIS blood. HE was the first person I ever killed, but I can't say that I was ever sorry.

I run away right after, the cops never found me, the next few years were a blur, all I remember is that I lived on the streets and did every I could to survive. I was arrested when I was seventeen for hustling, the arresting officer was Asuka, and that was how we met. It was the greatest day of my life she changed my world.

TBC-