We were running through the many dark alleys surrounding the area. I held his hand tightly within mine, pulling him along until we reached that spot with the broken window and trash piled up to the edge of the building. He seemed so curious about why we were there. Omi would see it…the humanity within him that had ruined so much.

"This is the start… From here the story will jump around in whatever order my mind finds it fit… Just listen and you'll learn more than humans are meant to know…" I told him, taking a few steps forward to that spot with my chest and arms aching with each step.

It had taken quite a bit of effort to get Omi to agree to let me out. I had to use my telekinesis to aid each step so that my weak body wouldn't give up at the feeling of that pain similar to having your insides removed. I took every step, looking around me until I knelt down at that place, brushing my fingers against the ever-present blood stains. The rain hadn't touched them once, let alone faded them. They were a dark brown color from how he had stayed there for days, bleeding, crying, screaming out about the way I tortured him when I kept whispering to him, "But weren't you the one that wanted to hurt me first…?"

"If this is the start…how did it begin?" he asked, approaching me more closely, leaning over my shoulder to see the blood stain. "…What's it the beginning of?"

"This is where Weiss started to ruin my life… Before it had all been my own doing… I had killed my mother, watched her as her eyes stared at me in disgust with her body falling against me, crushing me with those dead eyes staring down at me, blood dripping into my eyes from her lips. Her curled hair, draping over her pale face, and those eyes…those eyes that saw nothing but a hopeless boy in front of them… I had to remove them in the end," I told Omi, standing abruptly from that blood-stained patch. "Back then, it had all been my fault, but starting at my very first moment here…it turned partially to Weiss."

Omi didn't move. He looked down at me with such patience that I knew my accusations of him being a murderer were still lurking in the back of his mind, haunting him. I took a step back, watching him as he breathed in heavily, holding his arms closely to his body. How desperately he tried not to cry for me, but that change in him had already begun. It was my doing…just a few simply words and a person would deny all they had seen themselves up until that point. After those words were spoken, they'd do something worse…try to prove them wrong.

"That day…you interrupted me from killing someone that didn't pay… I had been alone on the streets for a while since I had killed my mother…and it was the only way to make money at my age… I met you… Then you told me I should eat more and left immediately as your brother called you. What happened after that, Takatori Mamoru? Were you kidnapped…? Did they rape you when your father said he wouldn't pay? Or did they do that first? How long did you cry…?"

I took a step towards him with each sentence, waiting for him to back away, waiting for him to be afraid. It never came. He merely waited patiently as I spoke each word, waiting for the moment that I would fall silent, or the moment I would take a drastic form of action to stop him.

"I'm a virgin, Nagi, only my mind's been tainted," he responded softly. He didn't hesitate to speak honestly and in such an even tone. "I'm not Takatori Mamoru. What happened to you did not happen to me, so I can't understand how you felt."

"…You'll see, Omi, you and I feel the same. Just…time… That moment was the first of a string of good luck I had… I was hurt you'd still abandon someone that obviously needed help…but soon later Sister found me," I replied, stopping in the middle of my story.

I lead Omi back to where the church had been before I had leveled it. It was still a pile of boards and broken stained glass. The angel with its vast white wings and black hair illuminated within a shard of the glass still showed through. It hadn't been far from that alley. It had been right after I had finished with that boy that I had met Natsuki and Sister. It had been then that I was told I was one of God's Children…that Ken had ruined it all. I explained it to Omi, carefully choosing his words, speaking from pain.

"I had heard her talking to Crawford before too," I said conclusively. "Back then…Crawford said I was hopeless to any other form of society and could only be put to good use within Schwarz. They never had to train me to kill…because I was hopeless."

"Are you trying to make me feel sorry for you, Nagi? That woman was killing people, are you missing that?" Omi asked in a defiant tone, staring down at me as though I were nothing more than the most basic of murderers.

"Wasn't that…a holy cause? She only had those that abused children…spread drugs…she only had them killed, so was it really wrong? It's the same as you do…just the same…and yet still…"

I broke off, feeling weaker than I had before. From there…the only place he needed to see was Schwarz…and he would resist that to any death. I just sat silently, feeling ready to cry, wanting to cry, but had nothing but dry eyes. I shivered, clung to him, wanted back that warmth.

"It's just over this that you hate Weiss? Not for innocent people killed…like my reason for hating Schwarz?"

I wanted to laugh at him. Even then he still seemed incapable of grasping it. I knew he understood; I knew he was just lying to himself for another moment, but still, the ache made me loathe him even more so. I had gone there to explain it to him, but I found that even my conscious mind wanted to resort to the more simplistic solution at times.

Notes: I realize this part took me an extremely long time to write, but that's because 1) I've been busy with school 2) I sort of got discouraged in a childish manner since one of my friends reminded me that the point of fan fics is so there's fiction for the fans, rather than fiction for the fan writers ^^; Bad habit of mine to forget that, and so she explained to me that it was because of this that I seemed to have displeased my few readers, and for that, I'm terribly sorry, but even so, the conversation lead to me developing writer's block. So yes, this is all forced…so if it sucks, I'm sorry ^^; Here goes the long reply to comments list XD

Misura: Eee, thank you for your review, they're always so supportive ^^ I hope I didn't mess it up for you too o.o;; I feel so sorry for not saying much more, but your reviews always make me happy and give me something to think about ^^ It's nice seeing how you thought they acted since I can never really think of it on my own X3

KooriNoSenshi: To answer your question, I think it's pretty obvious that the amount of sex that's been inserted to this point (i.e. examples of Nagi's childhood, allusions to him getting raped/prostituting himself/boinking Schwarz…to Nagi's little make out scene with Youji) will be as far as it will go since any more would naturally inhibit the story in general (not to say I don't do that naturally) and furthermore be remotely pointless. At this point, I don't think Nagi would go and boink Omi since he seems to enjoy the idea of false innocence from the other…but that's just me ^^; I could be completely wrong, this is just what I remember from writing (which I do in the early hours of the morning when I'm very sleepy XD) So no, it's not going to get hot and sweaty, and even if it did, it'd probably pertain to the plot if I wrote it…and stating that you won't read it if such is the case just seems a little…rude ^^; Oh well, do as you please, because I will to ^^

DivineAngel: haha, to be honest, there's no moment I'm building up to, so I think you should already be let down ^^;; I don't plan things, and for there to be a moment, I'm pretty sure I'd need to plan o.o; Actually, this chapter was very bouncy…didn't seem focused x.x Damn you, writer's block, damn you good! Hmm, I think this is moving much more slowly than what I usually write. Part of this is probably because I write stories that are 200 pages long usually, rather than fanfics, which, yet again, aren't meant for me to have too much fun with XD Usually so much stuff happens in those stories I get a headache o.o; I dunno, only on page 13 so far (very top of it) and considering it's the beginning…mm, yes, it's moving slow, nope, no moment, and…yes, I think that's all, I'm going to bed XD

BTW, I recommend you watch Weiss Gluhen since I'll probably end up going to it if I bother continuing this. Writer's block=hell. That feeling of not being able to get the ideas out so they all boil in my head and make me feel confused then mesh into something I don't quite understand, but it makes me uncomfortable and makes me wish it's go away until it gets so bad I feel useless x.x; With any luck, it goes away quickly, but…this is a week later ^^;;; I'll stop rambling, please continue to read, it's deeply appreciated ^^