Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss so please don't sue me.
A/N. I'm currently at a loss as to what to name this fic. i had to put something down, but i'm no satisfied with it. Maybe you could help me with that by making some suggestions. It would be greatly appreciated.
'thought'
"speech"
telepathy
Loneliness. Pain. Despair. Depression. Death. Everywhere I go, death follows. Like a shadow, it waits until I strike and then it kills. I am Tsukiyono Omi, assassin for Weiss. I'm only 17 and yet, I've killed hundreds of people. It's just not right. I hate what I do. It's slowly killing me form the inside out. I don't know how to stop it. Even if I did, I don't think I could. I won't ever be able to lead a normal life. I can't let myself get too close to other people. If I do, they'll end up dead, just like Ouka.
"Omi!"
"Huh?" I look up, startled by Ken's concerned voice. "What's wrong Ken?"
"Are you ok? You're kinda zoning out on me. Are you sick?" he asks.
"No. I'm fine Ken. Just a little tired, that's all."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," I reply, forcing a reassuring smile onto my face. He looks at me for a moment more and then turns back to the violets he's tending.
"Do you mind if I leave early?" I ask.
"Nah. It's not very busy and Aya will be in later. Me and Yohji can manage until then."
"Manage what?" asks Yohji as he walks in from the back room.
"Manage the shop until Aya gets here. Omi's going to leave early." Ken replies.
"Oh, ok. Have fun kid. Gonna go pick up some hot chicks?"
"Yohji!"
"Alright, alright. Have fun kid."
"Thanks guys. I appreciate it." They nod and I hang my apron up and walk out onto the busy streets of Tokyo. Now where should I go? I guess I'll just wander around until I get tired. I cross the street and trudge down the sidewalk, not paying any attention to my surroundings. Lost deep in my own thought, I jump when someone says my name.
"Omi, aren't you supposed to be working?" asks Aya.
"Aya?" I say surprised. "Yes, but it wasn't busy and Ken let me leave early. Besides, I was doing more damage than anything else."
"Why's that?" he asks curiously.
"Just a little distracted by things."
"What things?"
"Not much. Just school. Finals are coming up and I have to pass them," I lie. I hope I'm convincing enough to fool Aya. Despite his 'I don't-give-a-damn' look, he's very perceptive. He looks at me for a long minute and then nods.
"Well then, have a good afternoon," he says, as he disappears back into the crowd.
That was close. For a minute I thought he didn't believe me. But I'm good at making people believe what's not true. I resume my slow trudge and soon find myself at a small café on Main St. I walk in and take a seat in the center of the room by the fireplace. Even though it's well into May, it's surprisingly cold outside.
A gray-haired waitress walks up to my table and smiles down at me.
"What can I get for you hun?"
"Just a cup of coffee, thanks."
She jots my order down on her pad and walks back to the counter, smiling cheerfully at everyone she passes.
What's she so happy about? But hey, just because I'm not happy doesn't mean that nobody else can be happy either. I used to be the cheerful one myself. Now it's just a face I wear so the others won't worry about me. And as much as they don't want to admit it, they need my cheerfulness to stay sane. But it doesn't help me any. I'm slowly losing my grip on reality. I'm falling into this never-ending pit of death and violence. I'm startled from my reverie when my coffee is plunked down in front of me.
"There ya go hun. Enjoy."
"Thanks," I reply and then return to my depressing state of thought. It's funny how life never happens the way you want it to. Now matter how hard I try, I will always be a murderer. That's all I know. That and computers. Computers are my way of escaping from reality for a while, since I can't get close to anyone. So I sit alone at my computer, typing away late into the night. The others have no idea that I have insomnia and haven't slept more than eight hours in the past month and a half. My mind is so fuzzy and I seem to just go through my day like I'm on a puppet on a string. I'm so tired right now that I barely register the fact that my head is now on the table. I really wish I could just sleep, but I'm plagued by nightmares. Mostly of my family. Ouka's death is a common theme, but most of my nightmares are about my brothers and my father. I killed them. I killed my own family. I'm a monster. I don't deserve to live. Not after the things that I've done.
"You know. You really shouldn't diss yourself like that. It's not healthy," says a very familiar voice.
My head shoots up and I stare in shock at the red headed member of Schwarz sitting across from me.
A/N. Well that's it for chapter one. Let me know what you think. If you like it, I'll continue. If you don't well then, I won't continue. So please. Review.
YamatoLuv7
A/N. I'm currently at a loss as to what to name this fic. i had to put something down, but i'm no satisfied with it. Maybe you could help me with that by making some suggestions. It would be greatly appreciated.
'thought'
"speech"
telepathy
Loneliness. Pain. Despair. Depression. Death. Everywhere I go, death follows. Like a shadow, it waits until I strike and then it kills. I am Tsukiyono Omi, assassin for Weiss. I'm only 17 and yet, I've killed hundreds of people. It's just not right. I hate what I do. It's slowly killing me form the inside out. I don't know how to stop it. Even if I did, I don't think I could. I won't ever be able to lead a normal life. I can't let myself get too close to other people. If I do, they'll end up dead, just like Ouka.
"Omi!"
"Huh?" I look up, startled by Ken's concerned voice. "What's wrong Ken?"
"Are you ok? You're kinda zoning out on me. Are you sick?" he asks.
"No. I'm fine Ken. Just a little tired, that's all."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," I reply, forcing a reassuring smile onto my face. He looks at me for a moment more and then turns back to the violets he's tending.
"Do you mind if I leave early?" I ask.
"Nah. It's not very busy and Aya will be in later. Me and Yohji can manage until then."
"Manage what?" asks Yohji as he walks in from the back room.
"Manage the shop until Aya gets here. Omi's going to leave early." Ken replies.
"Oh, ok. Have fun kid. Gonna go pick up some hot chicks?"
"Yohji!"
"Alright, alright. Have fun kid."
"Thanks guys. I appreciate it." They nod and I hang my apron up and walk out onto the busy streets of Tokyo. Now where should I go? I guess I'll just wander around until I get tired. I cross the street and trudge down the sidewalk, not paying any attention to my surroundings. Lost deep in my own thought, I jump when someone says my name.
"Omi, aren't you supposed to be working?" asks Aya.
"Aya?" I say surprised. "Yes, but it wasn't busy and Ken let me leave early. Besides, I was doing more damage than anything else."
"Why's that?" he asks curiously.
"Just a little distracted by things."
"What things?"
"Not much. Just school. Finals are coming up and I have to pass them," I lie. I hope I'm convincing enough to fool Aya. Despite his 'I don't-give-a-damn' look, he's very perceptive. He looks at me for a long minute and then nods.
"Well then, have a good afternoon," he says, as he disappears back into the crowd.
That was close. For a minute I thought he didn't believe me. But I'm good at making people believe what's not true. I resume my slow trudge and soon find myself at a small café on Main St. I walk in and take a seat in the center of the room by the fireplace. Even though it's well into May, it's surprisingly cold outside.
A gray-haired waitress walks up to my table and smiles down at me.
"What can I get for you hun?"
"Just a cup of coffee, thanks."
She jots my order down on her pad and walks back to the counter, smiling cheerfully at everyone she passes.
What's she so happy about? But hey, just because I'm not happy doesn't mean that nobody else can be happy either. I used to be the cheerful one myself. Now it's just a face I wear so the others won't worry about me. And as much as they don't want to admit it, they need my cheerfulness to stay sane. But it doesn't help me any. I'm slowly losing my grip on reality. I'm falling into this never-ending pit of death and violence. I'm startled from my reverie when my coffee is plunked down in front of me.
"There ya go hun. Enjoy."
"Thanks," I reply and then return to my depressing state of thought. It's funny how life never happens the way you want it to. Now matter how hard I try, I will always be a murderer. That's all I know. That and computers. Computers are my way of escaping from reality for a while, since I can't get close to anyone. So I sit alone at my computer, typing away late into the night. The others have no idea that I have insomnia and haven't slept more than eight hours in the past month and a half. My mind is so fuzzy and I seem to just go through my day like I'm on a puppet on a string. I'm so tired right now that I barely register the fact that my head is now on the table. I really wish I could just sleep, but I'm plagued by nightmares. Mostly of my family. Ouka's death is a common theme, but most of my nightmares are about my brothers and my father. I killed them. I killed my own family. I'm a monster. I don't deserve to live. Not after the things that I've done.
"You know. You really shouldn't diss yourself like that. It's not healthy," says a very familiar voice.
My head shoots up and I stare in shock at the red headed member of Schwarz sitting across from me.
A/N. Well that's it for chapter one. Let me know what you think. If you like it, I'll continue. If you don't well then, I won't continue. So please. Review.
YamatoLuv7