No Brand Heroes
By Shimegami
Warnings: More angst(yay!), could again be yaoi
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
AN: You know, this has become a series. My little angsty one-shot from an aynonomous Weiss member's view. Maybe I can make a contest out of
this...because I do have specific people in mind when I write these. But as the last contest I had bombed because the winner's e-mail didn't
work, maybe I shouldn't...Oh well. Yes, I know, I ripped the title from Koko wa Greenwood. I don't care. It's not spell-checked.
No Brand Heroes
Has something ever been so totally different from what you thought it really was?
Have you ever looked at something or someone and wondered if they led a double life so dark and twisted it boggled your mind? No, of course you
haven't. You're normal. I wish I was sometimes. That I wouldn't have to kill. To have to become my alter-self, the Weiss assasin. We all have
alter-egos. It's kinda crazy, it is crazy, but we've seperated the person we become from the person you see on the street. Oh, we're the same one,
we think the same things, and feel the disgusting thrill of power and lust when we kill. Don't look at me like that. We get off on it just as much as
Schwarz. You don't live long as an assasin if you don't like it. It's sick, but we can't avoid it. It's the same feeling as those S&M people, but we have
different asphrosidiacs. Of course we're saving people's lives, so one could consider that we're heroes, but we're the kind kept out of reach in the darkness
behind all the other shining ones. No brand heroes that never see the light of day. The general public would consider us murderers, and we are. We even
get that sick thrill of pleasure from it. We all tumbled each other into the sack more than once. But there's one of the others that I like the most. You
could say I love him. Everything baout him just draws me to him. But do I deserve love, after what I've one? What I am? I don't know. I feel lost. We're
all lost in the feelings of lust, deceit, and darkness. Maybe, I deserve to love him after all I've gone trough. But I don't think so. I'll just go on living
life, and pretend I don't love him.
I'll just go on killing.
I'll just go in being the assasin.
Shadows dance around us that we cast ourselves.
We're the no brand heroes that save the day with murder.
I love him.
But only on my own.
~Owari~
AN: Third one finished! Reviews? Flames? Chocolate-covered bishounen?
By Shimegami
Warnings: More angst(yay!), could again be yaoi
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
AN: You know, this has become a series. My little angsty one-shot from an aynonomous Weiss member's view. Maybe I can make a contest out of
this...because I do have specific people in mind when I write these. But as the last contest I had bombed because the winner's e-mail didn't
work, maybe I shouldn't...Oh well. Yes, I know, I ripped the title from Koko wa Greenwood. I don't care. It's not spell-checked.
No Brand Heroes
Has something ever been so totally different from what you thought it really was?
Have you ever looked at something or someone and wondered if they led a double life so dark and twisted it boggled your mind? No, of course you
haven't. You're normal. I wish I was sometimes. That I wouldn't have to kill. To have to become my alter-self, the Weiss assasin. We all have
alter-egos. It's kinda crazy, it is crazy, but we've seperated the person we become from the person you see on the street. Oh, we're the same one,
we think the same things, and feel the disgusting thrill of power and lust when we kill. Don't look at me like that. We get off on it just as much as
Schwarz. You don't live long as an assasin if you don't like it. It's sick, but we can't avoid it. It's the same feeling as those S&M people, but we have
different asphrosidiacs. Of course we're saving people's lives, so one could consider that we're heroes, but we're the kind kept out of reach in the darkness
behind all the other shining ones. No brand heroes that never see the light of day. The general public would consider us murderers, and we are. We even
get that sick thrill of pleasure from it. We all tumbled each other into the sack more than once. But there's one of the others that I like the most. You
could say I love him. Everything baout him just draws me to him. But do I deserve love, after what I've one? What I am? I don't know. I feel lost. We're
all lost in the feelings of lust, deceit, and darkness. Maybe, I deserve to love him after all I've gone trough. But I don't think so. I'll just go on living
life, and pretend I don't love him.
I'll just go on killing.
I'll just go in being the assasin.
Shadows dance around us that we cast ourselves.
We're the no brand heroes that save the day with murder.
I love him.
But only on my own.
~Owari~
AN: Third one finished! Reviews? Flames? Chocolate-covered bishounen?