Yaaaaay! Next part of ROATT! Both of my stories have such cool initials! First TCMUWOSCAFC and now ROATT! *giggles like a moron* Anyway, this chapter is gonna have Nora's story. You're going to be hearing a LOT more from Nora from now on. ^-^ Anyway, to everyone who's been reviewing, ARIGATO! *bows* Tell your family! Tell your friends! Tell your enemies! Just pleeeeeease review! *grovels yet again*

Disclaimers: Sita-chan doesn't own any of the Weiß Kreuz characters. She does, however, own Ivy. Nora is the property of her good buddy and partner in crime, Fae-chan. Please don't sue either one of them as they are as broke as Farfie is crazy. Did that make sense? Eh, who cares?

Warnings: Yaoi, OOC-ness, OC's, angst

Brain....not....comprehending.

I don't know how long I just sort of sat there and stared at the two of them making out. It was official. My life couldn't get any crazier.

I was a sixteen-year-old, homosexual assassin with telekinesis who was currently watching his friend/partner make out with the guy that his team was trying to kill.

In your face, normality!

I kind of shut my eyes and sat there for a few minutes. I hoped that they would eventually get so distracted that I could sneak out. Then, the moaning started. Shit...I really didn't want to see what they were doing.

Not looking....Not looking....Not looking...

I looked.

I stared.

I stared some more.

Both of them had lost their shirts somewhere along the road, and Schuldig had his hand down Balinese's pants. I did not want to see this, but apparantly, my body did. Damn you, teenage hormones! Damn you, raging, somewhat painful, erection!

Well, I could at least have some fun with this.

//Oooooh, Schuldig's being baaaaaaad.\\ I thought at him. He stopped dead.

//Nagi?!\\

//Sure enough. I think this classifies as fraternizing with the enemy.\\ I stepped out of the shadows, folding my arms and putting a Crawford-esque glare on my face. I can do a dead-on Brad impression when I need to. Schuldig and Balinese stared at me with identical shocked expressions on their faces.

"Oh, fuck," they stated in unison.

*****

Once I tied Balinese back to his chair, I dragged Schuldig into the living room. Farfarello was sitting on the sofa carving something into the end table.

"Farf, go stay with Nora," I ordered. Farfarello looked at me for a few seconds with a generally surprised look in his eye. Then he shrugged and got up.

"Whatever you say, mini-Brad," he muttered and headed to his room.

"He's sane today," Schuldig commented. I glared at him.

"We're not talking about Farf. We're talking about Balinese." Schuldig looked at the floor. "What's going on?"

"How is this any of your business?"

"It's my business if it screws up Schwarz."

"This isn't screwing up Schwarz!"

"Yes, it is!" I yelled, exasperated. Shit, how could he NOT see that this was going to end in disaster?! "Why do you think we're always telling Ivy that-"

I stopped dead.

Oh, God...How was Ivy going to react?

"She doesn't have to know," Schuldig offered.

"You know how much she likes him," I said accusingly.

"Nagi, I-"

"How long has this been going on?" I demanded. "He's barely been here a day, but you guys looked a bit too cozy to have just been seeing each other for a day." He mumbled something. "What?"

"Five months..."

"FIVE MONTHS?!" I exploded. "So we're trying to kill him, and you're fucking him behind our backs?!" Schuldig looked generally hurt.

"Nagi, stop yelling and listen to me." I took a deep breath. Okay, I wasn't going to kill him. Still, he'd better have a damn good explanation. "Do you know how rare it is for me to be with anyone for more than a week?"

That caught me off guard. As I thought about it, I realized that it was very rare. Then it dawned on me. In the four years that I've known Schuldig, he's never been with anyone more than a week. I stared at him for a few seconds, and he smiled a little bit. It was a drastic change from the slightly evil smirk that I was used to, but it wasn't the cheerful smile that I had witnessed earlier in the room with Balinese. It was a sad smile.

"You really like the guy, don't you?"

"Ding, ding. Tell the kid what he's won." Schuldig's half-hearted attempt at humor made me feel even more like a moron.

"Schu, I...." I didn't know what to say. What could I say? Schuldig never really liked any of the people that he slept with. They were all just stupid flings. Schu had finally found someone that he really liked. Great. Only problem is, we were trying to kill the guy.

"Are you going to tell them?" he asked quietly. I thought for a minute. I could do it. I probably should. I decided to answer with a question.

"How does he feel about you?" Schuldig shrugged.

"I don't know."

"Why don't you just read-"

"No," he said. "I can't do that to him. He'd never trust me again." Schuldig looked at me. The spark in his eyes that always shone through had been dimmed. "You're going to tell them, aren't you?" I smirked down at him.

"Tell them what? I didn't see anything." Schuldig stared at me in disbelief. Then he grinned widely and hugged me.

"I will never call you 'chibi' again." I let a full-blown smile out and pushed him off of me.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. You owe me pocky."

"You got it, Nagi."

"Get back to your boyfriend." Schuldig messed up my hair and headed back towards Farfarello's room. I walked back to my room and plugged in my laptop. While waiting for it to charge, I unlocked my trusty journal.

*~*~*~*

Journal of Nagi Naoe

8/21

This journal officially can't be read by anyone else. Schuldig and Balinese have apparantly been lovers for five months now. That just goes to show you how well Schuldig can lie. I was really freaked out at first. I mean, come on. Who wouldn't be? Now, I'm all right with it. I am worried about what will happen if Ivy finds out, though. Oh, well. She never has to know. If Schuldig likes this guy as much as he says he does, there's nothing that I can do about it. Shit happens. The best that we can do is deal.

*~*~*~*

I locked away my journal and turned my attention to the laptop. I scanned the internet for SomeRandomGuy322, but he wasn't there. He hasn't been on at all for the last few days. I vaguely wondered what he was up to.

"Nagi." I turned around to find Crawford standing in the doorway.

"What?"

"Mission." I rolled my eyes.

"Another one?"

"It doesn't involve you." That interested me.

"Then why do I need to know about it?"

"Schuldig, Mercoda, and I are going to Italy to pick up a rogue pyrokinetic that escaped from Esset. You and Farfarello and Nora are supposed to stay here and watch Bombay and Balinese."

"Do you really think it's smart to bring Ivy back to Italy?" I questioned.

"She speaks Italian. We need her." I sighed and nodded. Crawford left the room. I collapsed onto my bed, and I guess I fell asleep.

*****

"Nagi, come on, wake up," a hazy voice said. I cracked open an eye. Schuldig and Ivy were standing over me.

"What?" I asked sleepily.

"It's six o'clock. We're about to leave," Ivy said. She gave me a hug. "See you in two days, kid." Schuldig watched her leave, then turned to me.

"Nagi....Will you take care of him for me?" He looked genuinely worried. "Don't let Farf fuck with his head or anything, okay?"

"I'll watch him."

"Thanks, chi-...Nagi." He flashed me a very familiar smirk and headed out the door.

"Nagi!" Nora called from the living room. "Come here!" I yawned and stretched. When was the last time I'd taken a nap? Years, probably. I trudged into the living room. Farfarello was already seated on the sofa. Nora smiled at me.

"Okay, guys," she said cheerfully. "Crawford sedated Balinese and Bombay before he left. We're supposed to watch them for an hour or so and make sure that they're out cold. Farfie, you take Bombay. Nagi, you and I can watch Balinese." Farf didn't look too pleased about not working with his "sister." We walked through the padded room and through the door. Nora and I peeled off and enter Balinese's room. Luckily, I had made him put his shirt back on before I tied him back to the chair. He appeared to be knocked out.

"All right, he's unconscious. Can we go now?" Nora smiled and shook her head.

"Sorry, Nagi. We have to make sure that we gave him enough to knock him out for a few hours. We'll leave in about an hour." I sighed and laid back on my elbows. I glanced over at Nora. She had produced her all-too familiar trig notebook and was scribbling in it. Then I realized that I finally had a chance to ask her what I've always wanted to ask her.

"Why are you always writing in that thing?" I questioned. Nora's head snapped towards me.

"W-W-What?"

"You're always writing or drawing in there. Why?"

"I...Well, you see...." She sighed. "I suppose I need to tell someone," she muttered, more to herself than to me. She looked at me. "I told Farfarello, but I don't think he understands." I raised an eyebrow.

"Told him what?"

"About me. About what I am." Okay....Now I was thoroughly confused.

"You're not making much sense."

"What do you know about me, Nagi?" she asked softly.

"Not much," I replied honestly. Nora looked down at her notebook. For a few seconds, she just kind of stared at it, like she was deciding something. Then, almost reluctantly, she handed it to me.

This was not a trig notebook. The beginning of the notebook was written in an unfamiliar handwriting.

"Esset Subject 34T92F. Name: Nora," I murmured. This was the information that Esset had on Nora...We all had a file just like hers. I quickly read through her information. Her file was long, about twelve pages. They had taken extensive notes on her. I read through it. When I had finished, I realized just how much trouble Schwarz had been in.

Nora was created just like Crawford. They pumped drugs in her head, only a different kind. They dramatically altered her speed and strength and all of her stats. Her strength and speed were almost superhuman. Not only that, but she could change the way that things happened. Nora wasn't made like all of Esset's other proteges. She was made for a reason; she was made for Schwarz in particular. Why?

She was created for the sole purpose of killing us.

*****

The two of us sat in silence for a good ten minutes after I finished reading.

"Why didn't you?" I asked. Nora cocked her head to the side.

"What do you mean?"

"Why didn't you kill us?" I was bewildered. "If these notes are true, you could have easily ripped us all into pieces without breaking a sweat." Nora smiled sadly and looked at the ground.

"I was only supposed to kill you if Esset got tired of you." I flipped past Esset's notes. A few blank pages appeared before I came to a page with any writing on it. It was a poem.

Light

Beauty forgotten

Pain

Why? Why now?

The light returns with a vengeance

Scorching the eyes without mercy

Free, yet a slave

A slave to one's own abnormality

But what is normal?

I am what I was made to be

I definitely didn't understand that. The only thing that I understood less was the picture on the following page.

It was a sketchy drawing of a girl screaming in a dark room. The shadows had formed themselves into hands and were reaching for her. One of the hands, however, was pure white. I followed that hand up the arm and finally to the face of its owner. It was a man. His face was unseen, but his hair contained the only color in the picture. It was flaming red. Orange-red.

Schuldig's hair.

"Nora....Nora, I don't understand." She had wrapped her arms around her knees and was chewing on the end of her long, black braid, lost in thought.

"I'll explain," she said suddenly. "The only thing that you guys know about me is that I was genetically created-"

"-from the DNA of some German chick in the 1820's," I finished. Nora nodded.

"They manufactured me at one of Esset's German branches. They put all these drugs in my head and locked me in a room. Basically, I was taught to kill whoever they told me to. Twelve years ago, I got fed up with their crap and broke out. I killed people.....I killed so many people...." Nora looked absolutely terrified. I don't know what of. Maybe herself.

"How many?" I asked gently. She looked me straight in the eye.

"Four hundred. Maybe more. With my bare hands."

I knew she wasn't lying. The look in her eyes....Her blood-red eyes were filled with anger and sadness and something that I couldn't quite place....self-loathing?

"Why don't you use what you've got?" I asked. "You could kill Weiß so easily? Why don't you just-"

"No." That one word was filled with so much determination that it left me speechless. "Never again. Not after what they did to me." Tears started streaming down her cheeks, but her voice was steady. "They put me in an asylum. A mental asylum. Locked me in a room for twelve years with no light. None." She smiled mirthlessly and shook her head. "We call ourselves civilized. We humans. What they did to those poor people was barbaric." Nora looked at me. "Do you know what it's like to hear someone who has no control over who or what they are scream because they're being tortured for something that they can't help?" I assumed that it was a hypothetical question and said nothing. "I'd sit in that pitch-black cell and listen to helpless people be tortured and killed because they were different. Some of them really were crazy. Some had other problems. They were autistic or had other mental problems. But they got treated like the rest." She scrubbed the tears off of her face.

"Then what happened?" I asked quietly. "If you don't want to talk, you don't have to." She shook her head.

"No. No, this needs to be said." She sighed. "Just like Esset planned, Schwarz came and got me. More specifically, Schuldig. It's a good thing, too. I was about to go crazy myself." I started to get it.

"So the poem....With the light...." I said slowly. "That's about when you first left?" She nodded. "And the picture. That's you?" She nodded again, a small smile on her tear-stained face.

"I wasn't used to light when I first got here, which is why I acted so weird." I thought back to almost a year ago when Nora first joined us.

"You hid in the closet for the first few months!" I remembered.

"Exactly. Farfarello would go in the closet with me and try to get me to hurt God. But I didn't really want much to do with you guys, just in case the order came. If I distanced myself from you, I'd be killing a bunch of random people instead of my friends. But....Things changed." She smiled broadly. "How could I not love you guys?" There was a long pause.

"Nora?"

"Hm?"

"If the order comes....are you going to kill us?" She shook her head almost immediately.

"I couldn't."

"If you don't, they'll kill you." She shrugged.

"Let them try," she said simply. "I was designed to take on all of you by myself, complete with all of your powers. Esset'll have a hell of a time trying to kill me." We smiled at each other. "It's been about an hour, and he hasn't woken up. Let's go." I nodded and headed back to my room. I had a lot of thinking to do.

OWARI

I was going to end it earlier, right after when Nagi finds out that Nora was made to kill them. But I figured that one cliffhanger was plenty. Hope you enjoyed it! I think that the next part is gonna be funny. I need a bit more humor in this fic. ^-^ Nagi, what would make you really happy?

Nagi: If you'd let me go and stop making me deal with all this angst crap?

*dangles pocky in front of him* I'm sorry, what would make you happy?

Nagi: *drools* Reviewing! Lots of reviews!

Goooood boy. *tosses him the pocky* It's not that hard. Just click the button at the bottom of the screen. No, not that one. The one on the left. Yeah, right there! ^-^