Disclaimers:All I own is this flying marshmellow....

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Isn't it beautiful?.

Notes:This is my first Weiss fic.....I didn't know who to write about.....- _-" Finally I decided on Omi,because a depressed Omi is always fun.....well not really,but I can't think of any other reason.

~thoughts~ "speech" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Omi watched as the rain continued to pour.He was leaning out the open window,into the drizzling rain.

~...How different would my life have been if I wasn't a murdering monster....?..Well,not a monster in the sense of the word,like one of Masafumi's creations....But a different kind. I can never live a normal life... Hold another with these bloodstained hands...~

He sighed deeply.

~The others seem to think that i'm innocent...that my hands aren't as stained as theirs....It isn't true. I've been an assasin longer then all of them. They say I'm better off because I can cry for the targets. I don't cry for the targets.....~

He closes his eyes letting the rain run down his face, embracing the feeling of the cold against his warm skin.

~I don't cry for the targets. I cry in self pity of what i've become. A killer. I will be no matter what. I don't deserve to be cared for,or loved. ~

He snorts quietly.

~Love,yeah right. I probably don't even know the meaning of the word. I don't think I loved Ouka like that. Not after finding out our "real relation". Great,I'm a killer with almost- incest in his past.~

He clenches his fists.

~I can't even protect anyone. I'm so pathetic. I tried to protect Ouka. She died. I tried to protect Persia. I failed at that too.~

He digs his nails ino his palms deeply,ignoring the biting pain.

~I'm a failure as a killer too....There have been times that I froze up... I'm so worthless...~

He bit back the tears as he heard a knock on the door.

"Omi,It's dinner time! The chibi doesn't need to get any smaller,so come eat,ne?"

He inhaled deeply,calming himself almost immediately. He was used to this.

"Hai,Yohji-kun. I'll be down in a minute!"

He looks back out the window longinly,before shutting it,and changing his wet shirt. He finishes,going to the door.

~I guess pain means you're still alive....~

He opens it and heads down the stairs.

~I'd rather not live to face the pain.~