Disclaimers: I don't own Weiss Kreuz so please don't sue. I only do this for fun!!

Comments: This is my first fic and just reflects my wacked out way of thinking, please be kind and comment on it, I would appreciate it!

Oh and heres something helpful:

Any words in " " Are spoken!

Any words in ' ' Are thoughts!

Yay! Now that is cleared up *grins*





"I think I figured it out." Yohji and Omi looked up at the blond across from them. "Maybe Aya is depressed because of Ay…well Isabella? She hasn't been home in a few years, he never gets to see her. Really all she does is write, I think Aya misses his sister."

Ken nodded. "It seems like a good guess."

"I still think its because he hasn't gotten laid, why don't you go and cheer him up Ken?" The dark haired assassin blushed deeply, throwing a pillow across the room smacking him in the face. Omi ducked to miss the pillow, laughing at Yohji's shocked look.

"You really think this is funny don't you!" He growled.

Shrugging he grinned. "I just love to get a rise out of you."

"Shut up Yohji!" The long haired assassin threw the pillow back at Ken, unfortunately it missed the soccer player smacking into the lamp. A loud crash was heard as the three men looked at each other. They now knew the wrath of Aya would be upon then, the redhead hated when they messed around in the house. He especially hated when something got broken because of them. "Nice throw!" He growled. "Some assassin you are!"

"Shut up Ken!"

They looked up at Aya walked in, he looked at the broken lamp then at his three roommates. "Clean up the mess." He said simply, then walked back into the kitchen.

Frowning, Yohji stood rubbing his fore head. "No yelling? No name calling or threats?" He looked back at Omi. "He didn't even yell at me!" Aya tended to blame everything on Yohji claming that he was old enough to know better. "Ok, who is that man and what did they do to our Aya!"

Just then a redhead entered the room once again, but not the redhead they expected. "Manx!" She smiled at Omi, seeing the broken lamp on the floor.

"Yohji, really…." The oldest man smiled, shrugging. "Where is Aya?"

"Mission?" The young blond asked, Manx shook her head pulling out a letter. "Oh his sister wrote!"

She nodded. "Yes, I was passing by and thought I would drop it off for him."

"Aya!! Manx is here for you!" She frowned looking at Yohji. "Sorry."

Aya walked out looking at the woman, she held out the letter. "Your sister wrote." He nodded, taking the letter from her hand. "Are you ok?"

"Fine." He answered looking down at the letter in his hands. "Thank you." Turning he walked up the stairs, Manx frowned.

"I know." She turned seeing the three concerned faces before her. "He's been acting that way for a while now, we were just trying to figure out why he would be like that."

Omi nodded confirming what Yohji had just said. "We figured it might be his sister. We are worried about him though, and you know he's not going to talk to any of us about this."

"Does he talk?" Omi hit Yohji giving him a dirty look. "Sorry!"

Manx sighed, looking towards the stairs. "I think I might give it a try." Omi nodded, watching her walk to the stairs. A moment later she disappeared.

"You think she will be able to get him to talk?"

Omi looked up at Ken, he could tell he was worried about Aya. 'Of course he's worried about him, he's in love with the man.' Nodding he smiled. "I'm sure she will. Come on lets clean up this mess Yohji made."

"He threw it at me first!" The long haired man growled, then pouted. "Sometimes I think you don't love me!" Ken and Omi exchanged a look, Omi sighed.

"Yeah, whatever."

Manx walked up to Aya's door, knocking. "Can I come in?" She stood there, knowing he would come to the door if he wanted her to come in. After a moment the door opened, Aya walked back over to the bed sitting down. She looked around the room for a moment, noting that he still didn't have a lot of personal possessions. A bed, desk, wooden chest and two book cases were all he really had in the room. A chair was over by the window. She walked over looking at the books that filled the shelves. "You have more books than the last time I was in here." She said, looking over at him.

"Yeah."

Turning to look at him she saw his katana hanging on the wall above his bed. She noted that it was low enough that he could grab it, even if he was laying down. 'Always within reach…he thinks a little bit to much like an assassin.' A practice katana was above it, she smiled walking over to sit beside him. "Your team is worried about you, Ken is worried about you." Manx knew Ken was in love with Aya, and she knew Aya loved Ken. Unfortunately Aya would never tell Ken and Ken was way to shy to tell Aya. "You should talk to them more, they care about you."

"There is nothing they can do."

Manx frowned, reaching over she took his hand in hers. "Ran?" He looked up, then frowned. "Why do you still use your sisters name? Why don't you go back to being who you are?" She saw he didn't like where this conversation was going but he didn't pull his hand away. "Takatori is dead, Aya is awake and safe…." He looked down at the letter that was still in his hand, he hadn't opened it yet. "You are Ran, not Aya."

"I've been Aya for to long…"

She frowned. "Yeah and before Aya you were Rook and before Rook you were Ran." He sighed. "You are Ran more than any of those other personas. You have changed so much since you joined Kritiker. Sometimes it worries me, and sometimes I wonder if your ever going to be the man you were right after all of this started."

"Doesn't matter."

"Yes, it does matter." She said, getting frustrated. "There are people who care about you very much. I thought after the whole Takatori incident was over everything would be better. Then your sister woke up and I knew things would be better, but nothing has changed. You are becoming more detached every time I see you and that worries me more than anything else."

Aya sighed, looking up at Manx. "I.." He paused, seeing she was still holding his hand. "I miss my sister."

"It's more than that, isn't it." He nodded. "What? Please you know you can trust me Aya."

"I feel like there is something she's not telling me." He said, looking down at the unopened letter. "I'm afraid to read this, afraid to find out what it is. But I always end up read them, trying to figure out the words between the lines." She nodded, there was a moment of silence. She watched him, but he didn't look back up at her. "I want to be Ran again, but I'm afraid to become him again. Afraid that he wouldn't be able to handle the life I live."

She nodded, then smiled. "Open the letter Aya, see what she has to say." Nodding, he pulled his hand from hers and opened it looking down at the words. Glancing over it he sighed, hanging his head. Manx reached over pulling the letter from his hand.

Dear Brother,

I am sorry it took so long for me to write back! School is wonderful, two more years and I will have my degree. I hope when that happens you will be able to come to England to see me graduate. That would be the best present in the world! Maybe Ken, Yohji and Omi can come as well? I know I say this every letter but I want you to realize that I miss you! I miss a lot of things, Japan and the such, but I miss you most of all. It's late at night here, so I know your probably up right now getting ready to work or just getting home. I hope you have been well, I want you to take care of yourself. I also had a question, I'll have to call Manx and ask if its ok though…I think.

I have been wanting to tell you something, but I never knew how to tell you. I'm sure my letters for the past few months have been driving your crazy, your very perceptive. Well I need to tell you so I'm just going to! I am in love, there I said it. I met a man, his name is Marc and he's wonderful, I know about now your ready to tear this letter up but please listen to me. We met right after I moved here about two years ago, we have been together ever since but its gotten very serious in the last few months. I'm going to call Manx and ask if it's ok for him and I to come to Japan so you can meet him. I want you to meet him because he asked me to marry him. I told him that he had to meet you first, ask your permission and he respects that! Please, please dear brother if Manx says yes I just ask that you give him a chance! If Manx agrees I will call you soon.

I love you

Isabella

She looked up, Aya was looking at her. "I don't know what to say."

"I am going to kill him."

Manx frowned. "That is cruel Aya, you haven't even met him yet! I am going to allow her to come home for a visit. Kritiker will pay for the plane tickets and I will find them a hotel." Aya frowned. "It will be for what, a week? She will be safe, I'll have some of our men follow her and this…" She looked down at the letter. '…this Marc guy. She will be safe, I swear."

"Promise?" She nodded. Sighing he took the letter from her. "I'm going to kill her. Ok fine, let her come."

Manx stood, pulling Aya up and hugged him. "Kritiker cares about you Aya, and so do I." He nodded, relaxing against her. "Your team cares about you, now go down there and show they your ok."

"I will." He answered, She pulled away walking over to the door.

"Aya?" He looked up. "Talk to Ken.." He sighed, nodding.