Title: currently untitled
Author: AnaRae
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money, no malice
Summery: Omi stream of consciousness thingy.
Notes: This is my first Weiss Kreuz fic. I'm trying to find their voices. I'm not sure how well I'm doing. Plus, this feels like the start of something. What, I'm not sure, but I can feel a bunny niggling in the back of my mind.
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I can kill a man with my bare hands. The others don't know that. They only know my skill with my darts and crossbow. Range weapons. It's purely for psychological reasons of course. As a team we're more effective if the other three think they're protecting me. From harm, spoiled innocence, the horror of seeing death up close, whatever.
What they don't seem to realize is I've seen and done it all. There is no harm that hasn't already happened to me. No innocence left in me that hasn't been spoiled beyond recognition. I first saw death up close when I was eight years old, when I took out my first target.
Killing is all I can remember doing. Even though I'm the youngest I've been with Krikter the longest. Over ten years now. I'm sure the others wonder how I can present such a smiling, well adjusted exterior. It's all I can ever remember doing. Killing and smiling.
I think I was seven when Persia 'rescued' me. Oh, I know my birth date and current age. But that's only what I was told. I have no idea if it's the truth or not. No, I don't trust everything I'm told blindly. Why should I? I'm not stupid, there's no way an organization that sets up the assassinations of those 'above the law' is totally above board with those it uses to kill.
Besides, that smiling well adjusted exterior that I present to the world lends to being dismissed as harmless, even to those who should know better. I know how to listen to what is and isn't said. And then put it all together to make a complete whole. Not to mention my ability with computers and more curiosity than is probably healthy for me.
It may not seem like it, but there was thought put into the creation of Weiss. At least into what would motivate Ken, Yoji and Aya. They weren't chosen randomly. They were chosen specifically to work with me.
Aya, of course has the easiest motive to figure out. Revenge seems to be his only reason to live. That and money to pay for his sisters care.
Yoji's not too hard to figure out either. Officially dead, he has nothing to live for. Not even the seemingly endless parade of women and alcohol he indulges in. All Kirkter has to do is dangle a woman in distress in front of him and he's theirs.
Ken's an idealist. He's doing it for justice. I think out of the four of us he's the most naïve. Assassination is not justice, it's murder. No matter the pretty language it's dressed in.
Oh, I agree those we kill deserve their deaths. But, really, we're no better than the 'dark beasts' we hunt. Some one has to do it though; it might as well be us.
One serving the justice he was denied.
One with nothing left to live for.
One with revenge as his only purpose.
And a child raised to kill.
We are Weiss Kreuz.