She stared at the piece of paper for a long time. She knew what it meant; it was just hard to wrap her newly healed mind around it. After living dependant on others for so long it was hard to understand freedom.
For starters it meant she was rich. It had been a long time since she had picked around garbage cans when her biological father forgot to feed her, but the memory remained. Now there was no chance of that ever happening again. As the only remaining member of Takatori Masafumi's household everything belonged to her. Even after the taxes and lawyer's fees she was still a multi-millionaire.
It meant she had a name. It was printed neatly at the top of the lawyer's documents. Hibino Nanami. It was a good name. She wasn't just a codename anymore; she was a real human being. She was no longer dead to the world.
The blue haired girl moved the documents on the expensive oak desk around before settling her eyes on her favorite one: the doctor's report. Whatever Nagi had done to her that night; it had brought her back to the land of the living. 'Mentally competent'. The mental damage her biological father had inflicted upon her was, to the greatest extent possible, healed. Now, at eighteen years old and a rich woman, she had been removed from the government's list of people it needed to keep track of. There would be no more foster homes.
The lawyer entered the room and told her they were done. The fees had been extracted; everything had been transferred to her account. The bill was in the mail. Nanami stood up and smoothed her overpriced white skirt. The lawyer bowed and thanked her for once again choosing them to represent her. She smiled and stuffed her papers in her purse before exiting the room. She was glad to be out of the law office and took a deep breath once she exited the sleek, glassy building.
It was a rather cool autumn day outside. There was a wind blowing and Nanami pulled her light pink jacket closer to her. With her high heels clicking against the concrete, she pushed her way through the crowd towards her favorite café.
The cheery sign in the window beckoned her into the world of overpriced coffee and chocolate chip muffins. The bell over the door gently sang out as she entered and walked up to the counter. The café was warm, but not over heated and the girl behind the counter chirped out a greeting. Tot placed her order and went to a table to eat her breakfast. She chose a booth by the window and settled down to watch the light rain that had started to fall.
"Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to be eighteen by any chance?" There was a light tone to the pick up line that hinted the speaker was wearing a smile as he said it. Nanami turned her head around slowly, intent on politely asking the man to move on.
Her clear blue eyes widened when she saw who it was. She gritted her teeth as memories of Neu's strangled body lying on the floor came to the front of her mind. Masafumi-papa's deformed body floating in a vat of healing chemicals. She stole a glance at his wrist and sure enough the hateful watch was loosely clasped there.
Judging from the way he took a step back, he recognized her as well. His eyes were hidden behind fashionably large sunglasses but the hoarsely whispered "Schrient!" indicated his shock. For a while they stared at one another, too tense to move. When she went for her purse, his hand moved towards the watch.
She glanced up. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you now." She placed the money to pay for the coffee and muffin on the tray and stood up. "I'm surprised you're still alive actually. I thought the American was more thorough than that."
"You were dead." He hissed out. "I saw you die!"
She shrugged. "Maybe. But the doctor can tell you that I'm alive and well. Better than I've been in a long time in fact." She pulled the neon pink strap of her purse over her shoulder and headed for the door. "Bye-bye, Weiss." She sang out in tune to the little ringing bell as she slipped out the door.
When she arrived at her condo, she was relieved. Months of therapy, of 'What did Dr. Takatori do to you while you were in his care?' of self-esteem classes, had not prepared her to face her past so suddenly. Throwing her purse and jacket on the plush leather loveseat, she kicked off her heels and collapsed on the couch. As she slumped down in exhaustion, she failed to notice that across the street someone was looking in through her window.
End Part One.
Author's note: Dun dun duuuuuun. Who is looking in through Tot's window? What exactly did Nagi do to her? Where's Rabbi-chan? Check back next update, same Weiss time, same Weiss fan fic setting!
I have to give credit to Guilty Red who pointed out in one of her notes that as the last surviving member of Masafumi's household, Tot would be the one to inherit everything. Check out her works at: http/ warned, some of her stuff is not for the young-uns.
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