Disclaimer: Own Melu, Kuli and Hime. Don't own anyone else. Weiss doesn't belong to me unfortunately
Authors rant: This fic is basically a group of three woman called in to replace Schrient when they get dead. Melu is French and 24 years old. Hime is Japanese and 16. Kuli is Hungarian and 20. Don't flame because you hate the characters just because they are original. Complain for decent reasons. Like tell me something is wrong with the characters and specifically tell me what it is. And no, not that Whats wrong with them is THEY SUCK. I'll mock you publically for it. The first three chapters are just little intros to each character by the way. Reveiw please.
Hime
Ah, you sleeping child... I like seeing you sleep. You don't look like me when you do. Like a killer. In the waking world you look like me though. How odd that two seemingly innocent teenagers could get to this point ne, Nagi-kun...?
How I wish you'd tell me how you came to this life... I don't suppose I should expect you to if I say nothing... I just hope you don't talk because you experienced the same my friend...
Friend...? How was I to know we'd call eachother that when we first met... I cannot help but smile a bit remembering that... A whore. All I was was a whore. You were too... We were definetly amateurs. Didn't even notice that we shared the profession...
It was interesting we didn't question one another even though we were both a bit young to be hiring a whores services... Interesting how we both seemed to just go with our job without caring about a thing... How we flat out stopped caring about how we should be living our lives, rather then selling our bodies... We came to our senses when we realized the other wasn't paying for the night pleasures...
After firing a few insults to one another you blew up and released that power of yours... Was I in awe or was I pissed off? I don't suppose it is impossible to be both. Although both feelings were gone when the pain ripped through my body. I can barely remember what you threw at me with that power. It could have been anything in the room from a chair to the bed... You stopped when you saw blood though... Don't see how that could've stopped you but it did.
Blood of the innocent is nothing to either of us now. Thank God that event was before we were found by Taketori... Before we became what we are. Started with that lowly profession that introduced us to one another and that led us to proffesional killers.
Again I am led back to how were you led to such a profession... And again I pray it wasn't in the same manner as me.
Hope it wasn't because you ran away from your father. Because he raped you. Because he murdered your mother. Because he haunted your every thought. Because his sins were to unbearable for you to even attempt to live with.
Nagi-kun...? Do you suppose when I sleep I look like you...?
Authors rant: This fic is basically a group of three woman called in to replace Schrient when they get dead. Melu is French and 24 years old. Hime is Japanese and 16. Kuli is Hungarian and 20. Don't flame because you hate the characters just because they are original. Complain for decent reasons. Like tell me something is wrong with the characters and specifically tell me what it is. And no, not that Whats wrong with them is THEY SUCK. I'll mock you publically for it. The first three chapters are just little intros to each character by the way. Reveiw please.
Hime
Ah, you sleeping child... I like seeing you sleep. You don't look like me when you do. Like a killer. In the waking world you look like me though. How odd that two seemingly innocent teenagers could get to this point ne, Nagi-kun...?
How I wish you'd tell me how you came to this life... I don't suppose I should expect you to if I say nothing... I just hope you don't talk because you experienced the same my friend...
Friend...? How was I to know we'd call eachother that when we first met... I cannot help but smile a bit remembering that... A whore. All I was was a whore. You were too... We were definetly amateurs. Didn't even notice that we shared the profession...
It was interesting we didn't question one another even though we were both a bit young to be hiring a whores services... Interesting how we both seemed to just go with our job without caring about a thing... How we flat out stopped caring about how we should be living our lives, rather then selling our bodies... We came to our senses when we realized the other wasn't paying for the night pleasures...
After firing a few insults to one another you blew up and released that power of yours... Was I in awe or was I pissed off? I don't suppose it is impossible to be both. Although both feelings were gone when the pain ripped through my body. I can barely remember what you threw at me with that power. It could have been anything in the room from a chair to the bed... You stopped when you saw blood though... Don't see how that could've stopped you but it did.
Blood of the innocent is nothing to either of us now. Thank God that event was before we were found by Taketori... Before we became what we are. Started with that lowly profession that introduced us to one another and that led us to proffesional killers.
Again I am led back to how were you led to such a profession... And again I pray it wasn't in the same manner as me.
Hope it wasn't because you ran away from your father. Because he raped you. Because he murdered your mother. Because he haunted your every thought. Because his sins were to unbearable for you to even attempt to live with.
Nagi-kun...? Do you suppose when I sleep I look like you...?
