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Warning: Mild language, violence, sexual content between males, INCEST, and disturbing imagery. If any of this bothers you, do not read.

A/N: This fic is very dark and it is my first stab at a true drama in this fandom. Please let me know what you think of the first chapter, but please don't flame me for the incestuous content. I warned you several times.

Aya's Awakening

Aya stood on the staircase as she watched Ran raise his katana above his head. His chest muscles flexed and strained as he lowered it and raised it again. It had been three months since she had woken up from her coma. She was still adjusting to all the things that had changed. Not only did she have school to worry about, but she also had a lot to catch up on with entertainment and technology. But of all the changes, the most shocking was her brother. He was no longer the sweet boy she had looked up to; he was now a man. She had woken up to a stranger. Ran used to be small and slender, but now as she looked at him with his shirt off, she noticed his strong jaw, muscular chest, and powerful legs. He was the kind of man who could make girls swoon.

His physical appearance wasn't the only thing that had changed. His sweet, loving personality was gone. Ran used to be shy, sensitive, and loving, but now the man who called himself Aya was cold, distant, and cruel. He had become an assassin to get his revenge on the man who had killed their parents. She thought he would quit after she woke, but it seemed that Ran was needed, and that now he had a taste for blood. He had agreed to stay only if she could live with them. Manx had agreed to the conditions only because Aya already knew about their organization. This was due to a Schwarz member named Schuldig who told her constantly while she was in a coma what her brother was. She had never seen the man; all she knew was that he was a telepath. Schwarz kidnapped her for some strange ritual that would give them their youth. Sometimes she wished they would have succeeded.

She didn't mind living with Weiss but she had to admit she was curious when Manx came around what went on in their lives as assassins. She wasn't allowed to know about the missions. The only part of the business she was allowed to be a part of was the flower shop which she despised. Just like Youji, she hated the damn flower shop, but at least it gave her something to talk about with him. He was a lot older than her so they didn't have much in common. Youji only seemed interested in women who were easy and over eighteen, and she didn't exactly fit the bill since she was still mentally sixteen and never even had her first kiss.

Omi was one of the most interesting characters Aya had ever meet. It was hard for her to see him as an assassin. He was cute, bubbly, smart, and nice. He went to school with her and helped her with her homework. But one thing she didn't like about him was how fake he was and how he was kind of a know it all.

Ken was her favorite of Ran's teammates. There was nothing fake about his kindness. He seemed the most down to earth, and she never had to play guessing games to figure out how he was feeling. She liked him mostly because he was the only one who went out of his way to make her a part of his life. She enjoyed helping him coach his soccer team of fourth graders. Never could she picture Ken killing anyone; he seemed too well adjusted. But she knew he, just like the rest of them, had personal demons.

"Aya," Ran's voice broke her thoughts. She looked up and smiled lovingly at her brother.

"I just came down to let you know dinner's ready."

"Did you make it?"

"Yes, don't worry it's edible. I learned my lesson the last time I let Ken help me with the cooking."

"Good." Ran put down his sword and approached her with sweat dripping down his pale chest. "I should take a shower. Start without me."

"We can wait."

"No, it's ok, go ahead; I'll be out of the shower soon." Aya shrugged her shoulders as she went up the stairs alone to face three starving boys.

"Man, I'm starving. This food smells great." Ken grinned at her as he patted the empty seat next to him.

"Well, go ahead and dig in. Ran said we could start without him." Aya smiled back as she sat down next to Ken.

"Good, because it's getting late," Youji mumbled as he began eating. Aya felt guilty. She had never meant for any of them to feel like they had to stay home for dinner on account of her. Dinner was just something her family used to share together and often she found herself preparing the food. It was just another silly habit she had.

"So, Aya, how did you do on your English language test?" Omi asked.

"Oh, um, I got an A. Thank you for helping me."

"No problem, that class was hard when I took it last year." Aya could tell Omi was lying; she doubted Omi ever took a class that was hard. After all he was top of his class and he could go to any college he wanted to next year. She, on the other hand, was ranked in the middle of her junior class. She sighed, wondering what was taking her brother so long in the shower.

Ran shook in the shower trying to calm himself. He turned the cold knob. It was sick to get turned on by his sister watching him while he worked out. He was sick, he was twisted, but the way she twirled one of her long black braids around her finger as she stared at him with praising eyes was too much. He never used to have these feelings for her. Sure, they had been close, but once she went into a coma she was his sole focus in life. He slowly stopped seeing her as his sister, but more as the girl in the hospital. He had changed; he was no longer Ran. Tears rolled down his eyes as he tried to will his attraction away. She would never know the pain she caused him. He breathed in and out fighting himself until he finally calmed down. Quickly he ran the wash rag over his body avoiding any sensitive parts and then rinsed off. He stepped out of the shower and stared in the mirror.

"I'm a monster." He whispered to the red haired man with violet eyes that stared back at him. Sometimes he didn't even recognize himself. He breathed trying to brush the guilt away as he toweled himself off. He knew Aya was hurt by his changes and how distant he was to her now, but she would be thankful if she knew the real reason he pushed her away. He knew if he even opened up a little she would see his burning lust for her. She was so beautiful with her pale skin, long legs, perky breasts, nice smile, sparkling eyes, and long black hair. "Time to go," he mumbled to his reflection as he slipped on a pair of sweat pants and a plain white shirt. He walked down the stairs to see Youji walking out the door and Omi washing his dish muttering something about homework as he walked down the stairs. Ken and Aya were still eating.

"I just don't think Hiro has the passion that Shin does. I think Hiro is only playing soccer because his parents want him to." Ran glared at Ken as he sat down. Ken had a mouth that just never seemed to stop.

"I think his mom makes him play just so she can flirt with you." Aya giggled as Ken turned red. "Hi, Ran, if the food is cold, I can warm it up for you."

"No it's fine."

"You know, Ken, I think all Hiro needs is a little confidence." Aya looked thoughtfully as she rested her elbow on the table. "Maybe if you give him a little more power he might come out of his shell. I think he could make a good goalie."

"You know, you may be right. I think we should try it." Ran continued to glare at Ken. If he hadn't hated the man before, he sure did now. He hated how well Ken and Aya got along. They hung out all the time talking about soccer. Aya had never once shown an interest in soccer before the coma, but now she couldn't stop talking about it. Out of everyone in the house she could have bonded with, it had to be the person he liked the least. He had been expecting Omi and Aya to hit it off right away, but that was not the case. They didn't really seem to like each other. Sure they talked and smiled at each other, but there was something fake about it.

"Ran, you should come to our first game this Saturday. I think the team is going to do really well." Aya smiled up at him with a pleading eyes.

"Sure," Ran said in a monotone voice. He didn't want her to think he really wanted to go because he didn't really. He didn't want to see Ken and Aya working together and having fun. Fun was something he could no longer have with her. He had forgotten how to have fun.

"Glad to hear you're coming." Ken gave a small but sad smile. Ran wished Aya could see the other side of Ken. Sure Ken was the most normal outside the missions but he was the least during missions. Ken was a completely different person when it came to killing. He was angry and crazy, enjoying the feel of blood when he put his claws into someone's chest. But Aya only saw the normal side of Ken., and she looked up to him without really knowing.

Aya walked into her room and laid down on her bed letting out a sigh of relief. She looked around her room that had once been Omi's but he had moved into Ken's room when she had moved in. Ken and Omi hadn't seemed to mind the arrangement, but she had felt bad making the two of them share. She was still trying to get used to it all. What seemed like a few years ago to Ran seemed like only a few months ago to her. Tears threatened to escape from her eyes as she remembered her old room, brother, and loving parents. She of course didn't voice her feelings with any of Weiss. She didn't want to worry any of them with her problems. For the first time in her life she felt truly alone. She hadn't made many friends. All the girls seemed to like her but only because she was living with the four hottest florists in Tokyo.

They were constantly asking her questions like How big is Youji, is Omi really as sweet as he looks, does Ken wear boxers or briefs, Does Ran have a girlfriend? At first she responded by saying she didn't know. But after they kept hounding her she started having fun answering their ridicules questions. She told them Youji was twelve inches long, Omi watched porn all the time, Ken went commando, and Ran had a girlfriend in Spain. She smiled remembering their eyes bugging out when she told them of Youji's size. Of course none of it was true; she didn't really know all the answers. She did however know that Ken didn't go commando he wore boxers. She did the laundry and chores since the others had two jobs. She didn't mind cleaning because it used to relax her when she was younger.

It was fun teasing the girls, but she didn't feel close to any of them. They all thought it was weird that she had been in a coma for two years. She did have one friend Sakura, who had saved her life. They had become instantly close after she woke up, but Sakura had gotten a scholarship to a private school far away for track. They still wrote to each other and every letter she got from Sakura made her feel good. She had trouble seeing the shy girl being attracted to her brother, but it had only been a school girl crush that quickly faded. Sakura was now happily dating a boy from her school. She was happy to know Sakura was doing so well she only wished that she too cold move on with her life. Unlike Sakura, she had to adjust to a new family and didn't have time to think about boyfriends.

Once in his room Ken stripped off his clothes and threw them on the floor by his bed. Quickly he reached down to pick them up and threw them into the hamper. He hated having to be clean, but if he wasn't, he'd have Omi bitching at him. He looked over to Omi's side of the room: it was meticulous nothing on top of his dresser and the bed was made. Then he looked to his own side: his sheets were twisted on the middle of his bed, and there were piles of crap on his dresser.

At first he thought it would be fun sharing a room with Omi, but he soon discovered he was wrong. Omi was anal and sharing a room was ripping their friendship apart. No, it wasn't just sharing a room, it was also Aya. He knew why Omi and Aya didn't get along. It was because Omi was jealous. He was afraid that their friendship was lost. Ken had been spending a lot of time with her but it was because he felt sorry for her. Aya, no, Ran, had been cold to her. He had thought Ran would change once his sister woke up, but he hadn't. Ken wanted to know what the real Ran was like. It seemed he'd never get that chance. Ran was beautiful and yet so untouchable.

He was highly attracted to him. He didn't know why; normally that kind of a personality would turn him off no matter how good looking the guy was. But Ran was different; Ken knew he wasn't always so cold and Ken wanted to see the other side. He wanted to claw his way through the ice, but Ran wouldn't even look twice at him. Ran flat out ignored him. Ran would at least acknowledge Youji and Omi even if it wasn't in a positive way.

He crawled under the covers trailing his hand down his chest as he thought of Ran's perfect body. He closed his eyes and imagined it was Ran's hand trailing over his nipples and tracing his muscles. He felt himself getting excited picturing the redhead above him.

"Oh, Aya." He called out softly as he moved his hand past his stomach. "Yeah, just like that. Mmmn, Aya."

"Better not let Ran hear you say that. He'd kill you. No one touches his little sister." Ken's eyes snapped open to find Omi standing at the foot of his bed just staring at him.

"Oh, hi, Omi. You know which Aya I was fantasizing about. I'm still trying to adjust to calling him Ran."

"Well it wouldn't surprise me. You two spend all your free time together." Omi looked bitterly at him as he crossed his arms.

"Omi, can't you see I'm busy."

"Fine, go ahead and jack off thinking about a man who will never return your feelings. He's not gay, you know."

"Yeah, but I can pretend, can't I?" Omi had known for a long time that Ken was attracted to Ran. Omi didn't seem to mind the fact that he was gay. Youji on the other hand had no idea of his sexual preferences. He was afraid when Kase came around Youji and Ran might figure out that they were more than just friends. Luckily the only one who noticed was Omi.

"Ken, you okay?" Omi was still standing at the end of his bed.

"Uh, yeah, just spaced out." Ken pulled his hands out from under his covers.

"I didn't mean to interrupt you, carry on." Omi grinned as he went to his own side of the room and began undressing. "Want me to give you a show?" Omi smirked as he slowly began sliding off his pants looking at him sexily.

"Ha ha ha," Ken laughed throwing a pillow at the blonde.

"Come on, Ken, how can you resist this young slender body."

"Go to bed, Omi."

"Fine." Omi threw his pillow back on his bed and put on his pajamas. "Good night, Ken." Omi turned off the lights.

"Good night, Omi."

"Ken, do you remember when we used to sleep in my bed when I was having trouble sleeping? Do you remember how you used to hold me when I had nightmares?"

"Yeah, you don't have nightmares anymore."

"No, I don't." The room fell silent and Ken felt relieved when he heard Omi's heavy breathing signal that he was asleep.

Ran tapped on the door and waited. "Come in, it's open." His sister's feminine voice rang out from the other side. He opened the door and walked in to see his sister sprawled out on her bed wearing a sort silk white nighty and writing in her diary.

"Oh, Ran, I thought you were Ken." Aya looked up at him with surprise.

"Ken?" Aya clenched his teeth at the thought of Ken coming in to see his sister in her state of undress. "Does Ken visit you every night?"

"Well, he usually comes in to tell me good night." Aya closed her journal.

"Really."

"Yeah, then we make out for awhile and he tells me if I really love him, I would let him sleep with me." Aya laughed mischievously at him as she sat up on her bed.

"Ok, I got the point." Ran attempted to smile at her.

"You know, you don't have to always protect me, older brother. I can take care of myself. Plus, I don't think you have to worry about Ken, Omi, or Youji around me."

"Yeah," Ran said half heartedly. If Aya only knew who she really had to protect herself around. She would be sick if she knew what he was thinking, and how she made him feel.

"So, did you need something or did you come to tuck me in?" She grinned at him and looked up at him like a little kid. He closed his eyes trying not to read more into her words.

"I just came to tell you that I need you to work for me tomorrow after you get done with school. Omi and I have something we need to investigate."

"Oh, okay." Her face fell.

"Good night, Aya." He stepped a bit closer to the bed. Surely he could give her a hug goodnight without getting excited. He drew up awkwardly unsure of what to do, but as soon as he reached the bed Aya jumped up and hugged him.

"Good night, Ran. I love you." She whispered as she kissed him on the check and held him in a tight embrace. He could feel her soft breasts against his chest and found himself getting excited by her lavender smell. "Ran, I miss you so much; you never talk to me not like you used to. Don't worry, I don't judge you for the people you have killed or the things you have done." He felt her tears on his neck. She was crying for a man that didn't exist anymore. She was pleading for him to be her brother again but he could never be the same. There was too much blood on his hands.

"Aya, I'm so sorry." He mumbled as he stroked her long silky hair. "Please forgive me." He tilted her head up and leaned in and kissed her softly. He felt her surprise and struggle as her body went tense. He placed his hands behind her head and dragged her into a deeper kiss showing her his full passion as he pressed himself against her. She immediately pushed him away, panting and gasping for air.

"Ran? Why? Ran, you're not feeling well."

"No, I'm not well."

"Leave, I'll forget this ever happened."

"Aya, I'm sorry, this is why I can't be around you. This is how you make me feel." Ran tried to keep his cold composure.

"Leave, I don't want to hear it!" She glared at him intensely. There was nothing he could say to make up for what he had done. He had tainted her, he had spoiled her. Her first kiss should have been with someone she loved. He turned and left the room not looking back at her. He didn't want to see the hurt in her eyes.

TBC