Broken Inside

By: Atsureki

Disclaimers : Weiss Kreuz ain't mine and they never will be either *sighs*

Paring : Ran/Ken

Warnings : Yaoi, OCC, angst (as always *mutters*)

Notes : Stuff written in Italic are thoughts.

Prologue

Blood, blood everywhere and he was the one who had spilled it. Shivering flesh torn apart, also his doing. It was just too much. With a low whimper he sank to his knees and desperately tried to crawl away from the reality that was engraving itself on his memory. All he wanted was for IT to go away.

With disgust he pulled off and threw away the clawed gloves that were his weapons and hugged himself. It wasn't the first time he had felt guilt race within after a mission but it had never ever been so bad before. He wanted to throw up, scream, cry or preferably just die, but he had to settle with curling up into a ball on the bloody floor.

How had he gotten to be a cold blooded killer? When had he gone astray from his kindness and love for life? He didn't know, couldn't think about it right then and there.

"Siberian?" A soft voice in his ear managed to pull him away from the thoughts but not back to reality. "Siberian what's your status?" The question just brushed through him. "Siberian do you copy? Balinese do you have a visual on the target?"

"That's a no Bombay. The target was heading in Siberian's direction on the fourth floor." The conversation didn't concern him. Only the sticky blood covering everything, including himself, mattered.

"I get no response from Siberian, Balinese." The voice paused for a moment. "Abyssinian do you have contact with Siberian?" The soft voice was concerned now.

"No Bombay, not for about 20 minutes or so," a deep smooth voice answered.

"Moving to the fourth floor Bombay, will try to locate Siberian and confirm the target's status." Everything became quiet again. Not that he cared, hell was swallowing him and he didn't care about that either. Blessed be the darkness that was trying to eat him alive, blessed be whatever state that would take away the horrific sight infront of him.

He could barely stand to breathe because of the heavy coppery stench from the blood that was everywhere. His eyes were shadowed by something wet that he didn't understand what it was.

He was having some sort of anxiety attack. His heart was pounding rapidly, the sound of the blood rushing through his veins almost drowned out all other sounds, sweat pearled on his skin and his lungs were painfully cramped up in his chest.

Fighting for air he hugged himself tighter and felt how his whole body shook, trembled, convulsed. The bile he could taste in his mouth made him want to throw up but he couldn't. After what could have been a minute or a year the sound of footsteps approached him but he was too lost and broken to react.

"Bombay the target has been destroyed, I repeat, the target has been destroyed." A hand shook him. "Siberian?" He couldn't have answered even if he had wanted to, didn't really hear the question. "Shit! Fucking shit! Bombay, Abyssinian get up here Siberian is hurt!"

Again it became quiet as hands touched him here and there. It was becoming more and more difficult to get air into his lungs and his mind was racing. He was panicking but couldn't even convince himself to move from the fetal position he was in.

"Oh God is he…?" a soft voice asked with fear.

"No he's alive but his breathing is shallow and his pulse is very fast and out of rhythm."

"Siberian?" People were talking but he couldn't hear what they were saying and he still couldn't move.

"For how long has he been like that?" a flat deep voice asked.

"Since Balinese found him. I haven't had any contact with him for the last 15 minutes and he doesn't react when spoken to," the softest of the three voices answered.

"Ken?" A hand shook him gently but it didn't reach him, didn't concern him.

"Damn!"

"We better get him back to the house," the deep voice said.

"Someone is going to have to carry him."

"I know. I'll do it Bombay. Balinese get his things." Strong arms lifted him up and he didn't struggle. Finally his mind decided that it had had enough and everything just faded away.

TBC?

My latest idea for a Weiss-fic. Not sure where this is headed just yet but we'll see, that is if anyone thinks I should continue… *S* Lemme know okay?/Atsureki