*Sigh* No matter how many times I might wish it, I still don't own Weiß. (lol and I'm actually running out of creative ways to say that I don't own it.)

Note to everyone: Italics= thought as usual. Also to remind you this is an AU fic… and the scenes depicted from here are from my mind on what could have happened to his family before the accident from the anime series.

Chapter 2

            Aya stood there, his mouth agape in wonderment at the untold event that had just happen to him. A creature named Puck had actually sent him back in time. His parents were still alive, he still had a chance to save them from dieing and to keep his sister from going into a comatose state. He was shocked that it was humanly possible, as well as his mind reeled at the many questions forming in his mind at that moment.

            A slight breeze caught the man's crimson red hair as he stood there looking around to get his bearings straightened out. Catching sight of his parents walking with his younger self and his sister, he quickly ducked out of sight. He was afraid of being caught by them just yet, and the awkwardness of the whole situation was still unsettling to him. He watched them pass by, his heart aching for a minute as he remembered what happened after the peaceful get together with his family. In addition, a new founded rage boiled within him as he remembered had begun all of this within his life.

            "Takatori..." He growled out softly.

            Carefully, he trailed after them. The skills he inherited as an assassin finally paying off for something good for once in his life. He could have swiftly by passed them and gone straight to where they were heading, but he decided it would be better just to follow them. Plus he had a slight apprehension on what would happen if he showed himself to them at this moment, and to explain who and what he was, not to mention the fact that if he did show himself to them he would have an awkward time of trying to explain why he was the way he was. He was relieved to find that he didn't have his katana on him at that time or he would have to go through the tedious process of explaining why he carried one on him.

            As he dogged their trail, he quickly tried to formulate a plan to keep them from the horrible murder that would soon descend upon them. Many notions passed through his mind, which he quickly discarded. They were either too fool hardy for the cold assassin lingering in him, or they just didn't seem to sound too good at the time. Shaking his head, he continued to think of a plan, when he noticed how they stopped in front of a small family restaurant. A small smile passed briefly on his pale face as he recognized it to be the place where Aya-chan enjoyed eating at on occasion with him.

            He watched them silently as they passed through the almost towering wooden doors. He walked over to the door and paused, wondering if he should go in or not. He knew what would happen inside the restaurant. Nothing really happened too much in there so he opted to remain outside waiting for them to finish their lunch and return to taking their quiet family stroll.

            He waited quietly in the dark shadows of the nearby alleyway located across the street from the restaurant. He chose that place because of the clear view to the door of the eating establishment. It was the perfect spot to watch for them, when they left the place and resumed their peaceful outing.

            Aya waited there for only a few hours before he finally spotted them coming out of the restaurant. Silently he slipped behind them again, he knew that they would be walking for an hour more before they would come to the decision of heading back towards their home. Then when they reached their home his younger self and Aya-chan would then tell his parents about the two of them going to the fair, that was held there that night, as part of his sister's birthday present that he planned for her.

            As he remembered this, he figured the best thing he could do was stay around the house to watch his parents, waiting for the right time to save them from their killer and then keep his sister from being hit by the car after the bomb exploded. He didn't hold too much anxiety toward the destruction of the house, just as long as he saved both his parents and sister from the disaster that would soon happen.

            Finally after a couple of hours of wandering around with them, they decided then that it would be a good time to head back towards the house. Aya gave them one last glance before swiftly turned down a street they had just passed and took one of the short cuts he knew of home. He hoped he could reach the house before them and get inside as quickly and quietly as possible. This was one of the times he was thankful of actually keeping the key to his old home on him as a strange keep sake for his once loved normal life.

             Reaching the house he quietly slid inside, he walked around softly to make sure no one was around. The house was just as he remembered it. A small feeling of warmth filled the man's cold heart as he remembered small things that had happened within the house before it had been destroyed. Inside the house was dark but the cheerful memories pushed away the darkness that shrouded it. Hearing the sounds of the front door being unlocked, shook Aya out of his memories.

            He quickly looked around trying to find a spot in which he could hide in. He found one. It was a closet that was unused by his family. He had nearly forgotten about it while he was lost in his memories, but upon seeing it, he ran over to it and closed himself up in it.

            Outside the sounds of his parents, sister, and his younger, self filtered through the wooden door. The voices and words were muffled but he had a good idea of what was being said and done. This night was forever burned in his memory. A small pang of sadness clenched his heart. It was almost getting time for he and his sister to leave the house, which only meant that some time soon, his parents would soon be brutally murdered. Who actually did it, he did not know, but as he was here, he would soon find out who committed the atrocity that plagued him.

            Soon enough he heard the front door shut, signaling that his younger self and his sister had finally left the house to go to the festival. He opened the closet door slightly and cautiously peeked out. His parents were nowhere in sight but they could be heard off in the distance somewhere. He figured that they were in the living room where they had found them.

            Creeping out of the closet he was in, he stalked towards the family shrine room. He hoped that he could grab the family sword  that hung above the shrine within the house, since he had dropped his in order to catch the statue before it fell. He reached the family shrine and breathed out in relief to find that his family's sword was hanging where it was supposed to. He leaned over and grabbed the sword in his hand, left the shrine with only a parting glance, and walked to a hidden spot near the living room but still within sight of his parents who sat there talking. He waited for killers to come.

            At long last, his patience in the night was finally rewarded by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Sliding further into the shadow's Aya watched as his mother got up to answer the door. He strained his ears so he could catch who it was but his hearing failed him that far away. They weren't talking loud enough. He cursed silently to himself when he realized that he had to wait until the person actually came to the living room. Finally, they walked in.

            Aya watched as two people followed his mother into the living room. He couldn't see whom it was who had come to kill his parents. He could see that one was taller than the other was. Uttering a soft curse, he stalked around to another vantage point, still hidden within the shadows, to see if he could catch a better glimpse of who the two men were. A soft rustling noise came from his trench coat as he moved about.

            As if hearing the noise, one of the men looked over in Aya's direction. The red haired man froze in place as he watched, his eyes widened at the thought of being seen. A hint of fear rose slightly in his eyes then left as the other man's eyes lingered in his direction then passed right by him, oblivious to the man standing in the shadows before him.

            The taller of the two men leaned over and whispered something into the other's ear. The other nodded in response to what had been said and then rose to leave. He kept his face blank as he apologized to the couple sitting in front of them saying that he had to go do something and that he would be back within a few minutes time.

            Aya contemplated on what to do at that point. Would it be better for him to take them one on one or to wait until both men were in the room and then throw out a surprise attack. He was unsure of which would be better. Since he hadn't been there when it happened, he was pretty much taking everything as it came to him. This was one of the rare moments for him where he wished at that Omi was at least there to help him. The young boy always seemed to have some sort of game plan, as he would call it, ready and waiting. Not to mention the fact that he would have some form of contingency plan in case everything went against the boy's careful plans, he was always prepared for everything.

            He shrugged his shoulders and watched at that point to as the smaller of the two men walked back inside the room. He held a strange looking box in his hands. The older man looked up a vicious smile set on his face as he pulled out a gun and pointed it at Aya's parents.

            Rage built up inside of Aya as he sat there watching all that was going on within the house. As the man pointed the gun at his mother and father motioned the other to go off again. Aya realized that it was the bomb that was used in destroying the house.

            Gripping the family katana, Aya readied himself to strike out. He figured that he would leap in front of them and face the man, gun against sword, as he normally did while facing the members of Schwarz. It might not be much as plans go but it was the best one he could come up, with the whole time he had been standing in the shadow's watching and waiting.

            Before he could leap out to attack the man, he watched in horror as the man pulled back the trigger and fired it at his mother. She collapsed to the ground writhing in pain. He stood there, feet planted to the ground. He heard the gunman chuckle as his father rushed to the woman's side, to try to help her.

            His father glared angrily at the man who had just shot his wife, but before he could do anything, the sound of the gun going off stopped him in his tracks. He crumbled lifelessly to the ground, blood going everywhere.

            Aya's feet finally were able to move once again and he charged at the man holding the smoking gun. He swung his sword at an arc hoping to catch the man unguarded. The man looked up. A surprised look, lit up the man's face as he saw Aya flying towards him. The man quickly ducked out of the way, causing the sword to miss its target by an inch.

            His parent's attacker moved quickly to where the younger of the two was. The two of them left the house.

            Aya looked around him and softly cursed. He should have known that the two men would be professionals when it came to killing. Takatori never did a shoddy job of anything. He went to find the bomb to see how much time he had left before the explosion. He was surprised when he found that there were only a few minutes on the clock. He never realized how little time had passed between his parents death and how close he and his sister had been. If he had known, he might have had an edge on the killers. It was too late for that now though.

            He walked outside and waited in the shadows for the two to come back home. He was almost at the point of where he didn't care if they saw him or not. Almost nothing, matter now to him except for his sister's safety.

            A couple of minutes later his waiting was finally rewarded. He watched his younger self and sister walked into the house. He heard the scream that followed, signaling that his sister had found his parents dead bodies. Finally, he saw the two run out side, then the explosion happened.

            "Ran?" He heard his sister call out for his younger self.

            He got ready to jump out and save his sister at that point.

            Headlights flashed slightly in the distance, telling of the car coming towards the young woman at a blinding rate. As the car got closer, Aya ran out in front of it and pushed his sister aside. A small smile of triumph slipped over his lips then died as he turned around and saw the car still heading towards him. He didn't have enough time to jump out of the way, when the vehicle suddenly speed up and hit him. He flew back with the sudden impact and before the darkness could over take him, one thought came to his mind. At least... my sister is now alive. His eyes fell shut as the darkness finally descended upon him.

Author's notes: Can we get a wooohooo?! *coughs* Anyway, for those of you who are wondering... I'm not sure if there will be shonen ai in this and if there is... It's not going to be a BradxSchu one.

Brad: *shudders* I'd rather stay single like I am now.

*looks at Brad* Honey don't worry about that, I shudder at the thought of you with anyone. It's just not... feasible to me. YOU'RE MINE! *giggles*

Brad: *raises eyebrow* Anyway, this is her second installment of Wishes Granted and Desires Fulfilled. We hope you enjoyed it, there will be more of it coming soon.

*evil grin* HAIII, there will be more! I can guarantee that... Heh, my torturing of Ran isn't over with yet! And to think... he's my favorite character out of all of them ^_^.

Brad: What about me?

You're my favorite muse. *huggles him*

Brad *sweat drops* I'm your only muse....

And that's why you're my favorite... anyway, tell me what you think of this chapter. In addition, if you do see anything wrong with it the fic. Please I would like to know. Also, if you leave a flame saying you hate it... *narrows eyes* give me a valid reason on why you hate it. I don't want a stupid excuse. I try to take any type of criticism into heart. Thank you for reading this and I hope you do like it. ^__^  Till next time, Ja matte ne!