Authors Note: HIYO! Long time no write!! My first Weiss Kruez piece, just a little ficlet.

Disclaimer: I do not own WK, or anything that's worth anything, so don't fucking sue me!!!!

There's a knife in my hand. I don't know how, or why. I drag it across the soft skin of my forearm. The blood bubbles from the all too straight line, and I watch in fascination as the blood seeps slowly from the wound, running down my arm, and in between my long fingers, and dripping onto the floor. I carve a pattern into my arm, amazed by how much blood comes from such small marks. I close my eyes, and fall into a dreamless world.
I am shaken awake by someone, I open my eyes, to see him. His forest green eyes are wide with concern, and I smile weakly, as he picks me up, and carries me to our room. He cleans the blood from my arm, and gasps as he sees what I carved into my flesh. There are tears running down his cheeks. "What's the matter?" I ask simply, unknowingly causing him more pain in my ignorance. The large design on my arm bears a name in the center. It's not his. I think that's why he's upset. But, I thought that he realized, that I didn't love him, I could never love him. Fuck him, sure. Love him? That's another story, and impossible, at that. "Omi, why?" "Why what?" I ask him. "Why him? And not me?" He asks. "Because, I could never love you. I will never love you. He, however, is my one, true love, my, master...." I state simply, as though telling him the time. His jaw quivers, and he throws his head back, letting out a cry of anguish, that faded into a moan. He stands and walks away, leaving me on the floor, bleeding. The name engraved into my skin, still fresh, red and raw, only had a small bit of blood flow. The words, as red as my master's hair, stood out on my pale skin. SHULDIG.