Gomen! I had no idea it would take me this long to write the next chapter! I had part this written out some time before, but somehow it was lost through time. Damn you evil clock! Give me back my hours!

Anyway, I do hope you forgive me for my lateness and I would like to thank all my lovely reviewers! So...thank you beriath, Lady Subaru, Kasra, Quatorze, Meri, ran, and dark winds alias raat ke rani!

Anyhow, let's begin with the sixth chapter, k? Same disclaimers apply. Post-Gluhen setting. A word of warning for this chapter: There may be some slight OOC-ness, weird time lapses, and references to Catholicism. I'm telling you just so you know. Now on with it!

Wo ist mein Bruder?

Chapter 6

The days get longer and longer during the spring season at the Church. More children come outside to play, many baptisms occur, and many marriages are held. And I am here to watch this all take place.

I have to admit, the church in itself is a very peaceful sanctuary. I would have never thought this true a year ago, but a lot has happened in the past twelve months.

My former life consisted of killing person after person after person. At first, I thought my soul purpose in life was 'to hurt God.' Killing these people would just hurt God even more, fulfilling my goal to get revenge for the pain He caused me.

Then, I met someone. Actually, I had already known her; however, we hadn't seen each other for many years. I would always blame her for my pain just like I would blame God, only resulting in me killing more people including Ruth herself.

I continued my Berserker ways until finally, it got old. God was no longer feeling any pain. He was only causing me more pain. Many people had assumed that this insane madman could never hold human emotion; however they are only making an ass out of themselves. I must confess; I do not feel physical pain. That does not mean I am not capable of feeling pain on the inside. This pain tore my insides out.

One of my 'colleagues' noticed this emotion I was feeling, had told me that if I didn't do anything about it that I would one day do something so drastic I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. At the time, I couldn't possibly think of anything too horrible for the Berserker. Soon I realized that I was in fact in love with my teammates. No, this wasn't the type of love one might find 'romantic,' but in fact a brotherly love between them. I had never known this kind of love to exist before.

Although, I did have to admit that something was very odd about this relationship we had. We were never the team that would look at for each other, or do favors for each other. We were just merely a team made for killing people. There was nothing more to it. That's when I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't take the fact that I was the Berserker who received love.

I soon thanked Brad for his advice, and finally acted upon it by moving the United States and becoming a Catholic Priest. Yes, I had become a Catholic Priest.

Some people have a hard time remembering me as the young sweet innocent Jei that once cherished every moment of Bible study and would attend mass everyday. Then again, here I am reverting back to this Jei and trying to rid myself of this Berserker inside of me.

After I had reflected over my past life, I decided to get back to my job as a priest. Recently, I had been sorting through the amount of money received from some anonymous person. One of the nuns brought in the money saying it was from some man. She didn't give me any description about him except for the fact that he was grieving. If I had known of this grieving, I would have come and helped this man out. However, no attempt to find him has been made.

"Father Jei?" My thoughts were interrupted by the same nun.

"Yes?" I inquired.

"We have some people that wish to speak with you," she plainly stated not giving any hint as to whom.

"Well, where are they?"

"Oh! They are waiting patiently outside. Do you want me to bring them here to your office then?"

At first I thought this was a rather obvious answer, but after pondering for a while, I came up with a better idea. "Let me meet them in front of the altar."

"Okay, then." With that she left, and I had to make my way out of the office to the church itself.

By the time I got there, I couldn't help but notice all the tall Gothic stained-glass windows that surrounded me. Out of all the homilies I have given in this same place, I had never taken the time to actually LOOK at these masterpieces.

I continued to stare with great awe when I was soon awakened by the smallest cough sounding like it came from a young girl. I change my eyes so that I am able to look into her eyes. These eyes matched the beauty of the stained-glass windows shining light through their brilliant color.

"May I know your name?" I asked sinking deeper into her eyes.

"You can call me Aya," she said turning her eyes away from mine, "And my friend's name here is-" she paused noticing that her companion was no longer with her, "Now where did he go?" she asked to herself. I couldn't help but notice a silhouette of a young man right outside the door leading to outside. I smiled to myself, trying not to think of the first time I tried entering the church before going through Holy Orders. It was a hard a difficult journey for myself, and I couldn't help but wonder if this man was wanting to go through that same journey. I hoped that he would; he would be the first person to go through this process after I did. I would no longer be this new priest, but a priest of wisdom and age.

"I'm sorry about my friend. He's been acting like this ever since we were told to come meet you, Father Jei." Her statement only supported my insight about this man.

I became so enthusiastic about this idea that I couldn't help but ask, "So when does he want to start his sacrament the Holy Orders?"

"What?' The girl named Aya looked rather confused by my question. This worried me into thinking that their intentions were different from what I thought they were.

"What did you come here for?" I asked praying that the answer was something I wanted to here.

"Well, I'm looking for someone. I'm looking for my brother to be exact. We have heard that he was last sited with a nun from this church," she then showed me a picture. In this picture were four florists all in whom reminded me of the life I had wanted to forget.

"Weiss..." The name burned my tongue as would holy water burn on a vampire's skin. The rage of the Berserker boiled in my veins and were soon about to explode destroying everything in its path.

"Are you alright sir?" The words were droned out by the fury going inside my head. Weiss. Their names were poison to my ears! I could not help but think it was their fault for making me this man of sin! I would have washed it all away, but Weiss had to bring it back!

"Father Jei!" This firm voice broke the power of my wrath. "So?"

"So what?" I was still holding this deep resentment towards the man I was now facing.

"Can you help us?" These words came out with great sorrow and grief that I was soon able to forgive this man.

"Well, I know this maybe of no importance to your quest, but I you may want to hear this," I knew he was surprised to see me with this calm aura surrounding me. I would have even surprised myself. In fact I knew I would be squaring off with Siberian if this situation were to have happened a few months ago. Although, Berserker soon became the priest known as Father Jei.

It was at this point a startling revelation was sounded by its horn. "Ran was here earlier," I finally decided to spit out.

This sentence not only came of shock from the other man in the room, but to me as well. I knew the man the nun saw earlier had to have some sort of connection with me. Even without a description of this man, I knew in my heart that what I was saying was true. I also knew that this man went by the name of Ran. No longer was he Aya or Abyssinian, but simply Ran. He had become this man through the sacrament of Holy Orders.

Well, maybe he didn't actually partake in anything that drastic, but Ran must have wanted to become somebody else just like I did when I became a priest.

"What?" I was urged to continue and forced to tell these people all I knew. The last drop of boiling blood left my body as Aya-chan's eyes flooded with desire. Another revelation sounded its horn; Aya-chan had experienced just as much pain as I have. I even felt sympathy come over me for Ken and his pain. We all experience pain, and we all deserve better.

"Well," I continued, "he came here earlier and donated money. Well, I didn't see him, but Sister Catherine has," I pointed towards the door indicated where she was, "However, it was a while ago when he was here. I'm sorry, but that's all I know."

The two of them just stood there dazed and confused. Then I noticed a little glimmer in Aya-chan's eye. That little glimmer soon grew larger and larger. No sound was made just fast flowing glimmers of water that can be seen at a distance river or pond.

"Aya-chan," Ken had seemed to stop the flow of water if only for a second, "We will find him. I promise you that." Ken embraced Aya-chan lovingly causing myself to have a momentary longing to help in their search. However, I knew my life now existed here, inside the church, and the only thing I could have done was prayed.

I noticed Ken escorting Aya-chan towards the exit. Just when they reached the door, I reached out my hand and grabbed Ken's shoulder. He was surprised, but yet seemed to understand what I was going to say,

"I'm sorry," we said in unison. In that same moment, we both seemed to reach this understanding with one another. No we probably will never cross paths again, but now all are disputes are finally at peace and we both have realized what a blessing forgiveness is.

I then started walking towards my office but couldn't help but overhear Ken and Aya-chan conversing. "Let's try the hospital next," I heard them say and then the final revelation sounded its horn. Some of the money should go towards helping fund the hospital down the street.

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TBC

Well, how do you like? Once again I'm sorry for the delay! Oh, and for all those non-Catholics out there:

altar-a table at the front of the church blessed by the bishop used for religious purposes. Holy Orders- a sacrament in which someone goes through in order to become a priest or a nun

Well, to tell you the truth I really don't know how long it takes someone to go through Holy Orders, so sorry if there is any really big time lapse because of that. And if there is anything I forgot please don't hesitate to tell!

Once again, thank you to all my reviewers (beriath, Lady Subaru, Kasra, Quatorze, Meri, ran, and dark winds alias raat ke rani). Please keep reviewing! It saddens me deeply when I don't receive reviews from everybody. ::sniff sniff::