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KEN HIDAKA
S I B E R I A N
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Did we ever had a choice?

"You have two options..."

I remember hearing that the first time i met Omi his, bow aiming fiercely a feet away for my heart. 'I had two options' huh? It was either I join the Weiss or die... At that time I thought only a dumb peson would take the latter but right now maybe a part of me would've given everything to turn back time and take death instead.But now its different - I'm different. Now its as though I am merely dragging my feet down to the basement. A last look at that old couch where Yohji would shamelessly occupy with his lazy back, a couple of chairs where once sat Sena and Kyo and Aya's corner.

I clamped my eyes shut and thought of how stupid this was turning out to be. I open my eyes and see no difference, everything was still dark and empty.

"You can still stay if you want, Ken" It was Rex.

"Yeah, I've been told you were organizing the fifth generation... So, can i request an audience with Persia-sama?"

"No, I'm sorry. The officers will be arriving here any moment now and..." With the way rex was looking I almost felt sorry for myself.

"Don't worry about it, I was just trying to push my luck."

"Ken, I know neither you or Persia is happy about this yet still what do you wish to attain by imprisoning yourself. All your liabilities under missions doesn't hold you accountable to anything yet still you-"

"To tell the truth, I just don't know what to do anymore."

"Ken..."

"If I continue on being Syberian... then what? If I leave as Aya did... then what? Right now I just feel as though I owe the world so much that even killing myself wouldn't even be enough..."

Right then and there I received my first slap from Rex. It hurt yeah... yet I was kind of hoping it'd knock some kind of sense into me but it didn't.

"It wouldn't be good if the police see you here with me... Just send my regards to Persia for me, won't you?"

"What about Persia? Did you not even thought for a moment that he may still need you?"

At that time I remembered Manx and the way she looked when Persia died... Only a fool would not have known.

"You take care of our Omi, Rex... and thank you for everything."

I could still hear Rex' sobs on my way out of our so-called home. Regards - I almost forgot about that idiot of a playboy. I look up and saw the mocking blue sky.

"I just hope you're happy, Yohji."

From afar I could hear the sirens wailing... about two mobile cars. I could reckon cursing those policemen... worthless, if not trash they all were. If only they had a clean system then Weiss would not have been needed, WE would not have been needed. And now these fools are going to turn me in without even so much as a slight idea what my charges are... pathetic.

Hands cuffed and squeezed in the back seat by two baffoons, they call officers, I tried to reason with myself about how I was doing the only thing I could - this was my retribution.

Why don't we fill the van with flowers and travel the world selling them?

That's good. But you'll have to fix the audio system of that thing...

"Aya, you'll come with us, right?"

Aya... that time when I told you I'd go with you I was just so sure that I would... I was thinking that Yohji would too and then Omi... But God! Isn't life just filled with ol' jolly twisted jokes that everything turned out like this. That van filled with flowers... you were right not to let yourself hope for too much but I did... In the end, did we truly ever had a choice?