Ugh! I can't believe it! I wasn't able to keep my promise that I made to you er….about nine months ago? Well, to be as I honest as I can with you a little thing called life bit my in the butt. Or I'm just lazy. You take your pick as to which excuse sounds better. Anyway, I was pleasantly surprised a few days ago when I actually received an e-mail from a new reviewer! I then got all excited and motivated to actually sit down and finish this god awful fanfiction. And sorry to disappoint, but I realized that my writing hasn't gotten any better. ;P

Okay, now that you've heard enough of my babbling, let me refresh your memory of all the usually disclaimers (I do not own Weiss, this story, or any of its characters), and we are at the last chapter of the continuation of Weiss Kreuz Gluehen. Let me apologize for any inconsistencies and let me also grant you my permission to enjoy this lovely story.

Wo ist mein Bruder?

Chapter 10

Life's flashing before my very eyes and yet all I see is the perpetual images of the horrid death I brought on to so many people. Now someone wanted to bring an end to my life putting me in with those that I've killed.

Well, I should die but the people I live for would never let me. They want me to keep on living, so I do and now the curse may continue and I may never be able to reach the other side. Please don't get me wrong. I am not being suicidal. It's just that why do I get to keep on living when I put an end to the lives of so many? I know I will die young for doing this. Yet, I keep living and I know that I have to live as long as I can for those that are close to me.

My mind is still foggy and I barely remembered what had happened to me. What? I was stabbed? Yes, now I remember. I was simply walking down the street when a kid ran into me. At first I thought he was just someone who lost their way home, but then I thought something more as a felt the numbing pain of a knife in my gut. The crimson blood just kept flowing and I thought it was the end. I so longed at that one moment to see everyone's face for one last gleaming second. All I could do was call their names and simply crumble to the ground trying to find anything to hang onto. Then it grew foggy as I simply went away into unconsciousness.

Now here I am. Conscious and alive but still too tired to open my eyes. I hear voices in which I recognize very well. My wish is granted. I'm hearing the voices in which I desired to hear. These same voices were the ones that went with me on the journey to kill murderers. They kept me alive. Why did they keep me alive? They all know that we all should die? Why not now?

As I open my eyes, a flood of light comes in and brings me to recovered senses. These senses are still not as keen as they are on a mission, but still more so then they were a minute ago.

"He's awake! He's awake!" I hear very loudly causing me to cringe. I knew and still know the sudden loud noise of Ken's booming voice.

"Welcome back," I hear another familiar voice, but this one being much more quiet and calm.

"Yohji," I mutter, glad to see my comrade.

"Yohji? You must still be really out of it. I'm Altwin, husband of the lovely Asuka who just helped save your life. You should really think about thanking her, after going against Doctor's order." So Yohji still didn't remember who he was. I suppose for the better. But it still has to be more than coincidence for him being here. Right?

"Umm, thank you Ms…" I glance at her name tag just to make sure of her name but before I could say "Ito."

"Please just call me Asuka." The nurse chimes in. Her name was another coincidence that just is really hard to believe is true. "And the thanks really doesn't go to me. I would have never been able to do the blood transfusion if it wasn't for the young man that came in and donated some of his blood."

"You really did luck out," Yohji-I mean Altwin-states. "By the way, Asuka, you never did tell me who it was that donated the blood." I too was curious and waited for Asuka's reply.

"Hmm…if I remember he was very quiet. He came in saying he needed to ask a few questions. Then I told him to wait while I finished in here, but when I came back all he did was ask if he could donate some blood. If I remember right I remember him telling me his name…which was…" she stutters trying to remember the name of the generous person but ends with a big surprise, "Oh yes, he told me his name was Tsukiyono Omi."

He was here. His very blood is coursing through my veins and keeping me alive. I am anxious to know if he is still here. "Is he," I start out, "Is he still?"

"Here?" Asuka finishes my question. "No, he left awhile ago. Do you know this Tsukiyono Omi?"

I nod my head yes still unable to believe that Persia would risk his name to come here. Another precaution that he blew out the window was the fact that he choose to use his real name. Okay, so Takatori is his real name, but Omi is the name Weiss had originally called him by.

"Well, if you want to contact him, he left the name of the hotel he was staying at and the phone number there too." Asuka tells me. "Would you like them?"

I think for awhile but shake my head no thinking just what might happen if I did decide to try to call Omi. I knew he wanted me to live as normal life as possible, so if I did call him, and would be giving back that gift. Unless Omi really does wish to see me? Then what would he want me to do?

Before I could think any longer about it I hear the same booming voice from earlier, plus a beautiful voice that I've longed to hear more than anyone else's. "Onichan!" Aya-chan runs and I try to get up and run to her as we embrace in a loving hug.

"Onichan, how I've missed you," Aya's soft voice sounds.

"Aya," I whisper into her ear. I can't help but feel a sudden warmth light up inside me, telling me to keep on living, not for my sake, but for the sake of someone else.

Soon we break our embrace and are able to converse with one another about the past events. "We looked everywhere! It took forever to find you!" Aya exclaims as she sits right next to my bed.

"We?" A sudden realization flows into my mind as I towards the direction of where Ken was standing.

"Yes," Aya explains right after my hint of confusion, "Ken has helped with the search too. We were also able to receive help from Takatori-san and even Nagi-kun." Aya's face softens even more to try and soothe me.

"Thanks." I direct this thanks to Ken, who is standing in the corner of the room. Ken just stands there with his stupid usual grin on his face as to say 'no problem.' I also then realize that once again Omi had done something to help me. Now I understand that its time for me to do something for him.

"Excuse me," I hear as I am interrupted from my chain of thought, "I would like you to know something." Nagi has finally entered the room with some hesitation. I can understand his hesitation after we have been enemies for so long. However, at this moment I didn't even care that we once were enemies. I'm just happy to see another familiar face. "I'm sorry," Nagi finally finishes with his eyes looking towards the floor.

"There's no need to be," I reply back. Nagi then shoots his eyes straight into my eyes to make sure I'm being sincere. As soon as he gets conformation, he looks back at the floor.

"I'm glad," he says humbling, "that you're alright." I am sure that Nagi is about to leave the room after being put in such an awkward position, but instead he rushes towards the window sill covered in flowers. He then picks up a stack of letters right next to a pot of chrysanthemums. "Here," Nagi says handing me the letters. I leaf through each one surprised at some of the names of the recipients. Knight, Schuldig, Bradley, and Father Jei, are all names I spot as I leaf through the letters.

"Thanks," I reply slightly amused about the entire situation. Nagi simply nods his head and then finds himself a chair to sit on.

"Onichan, there are still many questions I have for you," Aya tells me in a soft voice, "but perhaps it can wait for a time when you feel like talking." I look into Aya's gaze to understand that she probably wanted to 'save my energy' or 'wait for when the time is right' or something of that odd nature. I look back around the room at everybody's face. Asuka's, Nagi's, Yohji's, Ken's, and Aya's. They all wanted to hear something. I'm sure Aya's questions are questions that everybody wants to know the answer to. Even Yohji wants to know the truth no matter how many times he tries to deny it. I could see it when he first responded to me after I woke up. I can still see it in his eyes. Everybody wants to hear the truth. I, too, want to know who I really am, no matter how many times I try to change my identity.

I am proud to say THE END!

That took forever and a day to finish! I hope you enjoyed this lovely story. I thank you for being able to tolerate my awesomely bad writing. I also thank all my wonderful reviewers for your encouraging words and advice. I wouldn't have been able to finish if it weren't for all of you!

As for the future? I decided to take an early retirement from writing fanfiction. It was once loved, but now forgotten by my non-perpetual heart. However, I do plan on writing some original fiction and non-fiction. I actually have started both types of writing and do plan on finishing each of those projects before…umm…let's just say before the end of the century to be safe. I doubt I would post these stories on the internet, but keep a lookout in the bookstores and just maybe you'll see the penname 'Jacques' and remember me. Of course, that seems so very far away, but I love to dream. Until then, Auf Wiedersehen!