A/N: Yeah... ok. I partially own a fan-fiction group on Yahoo, and the members had gotten slightly too quiet. I challenged them to pick a word from a list I'd given, and just write whatever came to their minds. In a certain character, a made up one, from their own minds... whatever. This came to me when I was talking to a friend of mine on MSN. I was listening to "Leave Me Alone" by Cruxshadows (a definite Nagi song), and wrote to get the ball rolling for them.

There are more Weiss drabbles like this in my head, but I don't think anyone wants to read them.

Character: Nagi Naoe

One-shot Character Insight

Nagi doesn't belong to me, he belongs to Project Weiss.

Innocence.

There are some who have been able to tightly grasp onto this ideal, never allowing it free even as it squirms for release through the slick fingers that is Life.

Others, such as I, have not been as fortunate.

Who decides what path shall be taken? And why?

God?

Fear has closed the part of me where he once dwelled. An unwelcome guest who was never given the opportunity to find the best seat in the house, as it were. After pushing Him out, I've locked the door after slamming it in His face, only to find myself slumping against it while the breath catches in my throat.

I will never forgive him for taking the innocence that is rightly mine.

There is no way that I can.

Like cotton leaking through a stuffed animal's torn seam, it is something that is lost without an over-bearing wound, pulling and pulling until the body lay limp without support. Only an empty shell remains.

I am that shell.

Innocence was stripped from an already naked soul, and though I may try to patch the injury, it is too late. You can not push It back in, not without reopening the seam, and I refuse to be barred like that ever again. It is a burden I can not allow, for I am far too proud to let others see me as I once was.

Have I allowed my own innocence to fall from numb fingers, only to drown in the deepening puddle that is 'guilt'? I am unsure. What is the difference between losing something, and allowing its absence to go unchecked? Like a newborn slipping into death, how can one so young know of anything that is to come? Are they not one in the same?

Did I allow It passage, placing a coin under the proverbial tongue to offer the ferryman as It reached the River's edge, or was It taken? How to tell the difference is something I would like to know.

But being emotionless is a strength. I realize this now, and I clutch at the confession as if it were a security blanket ready to be torn away from my shaking hands.

I will not lose any more of myself, because I know that many wish for the unique strength I possess. They'd do anything to have the slightest taste of it. It is power. Those before me tremble, and I take great joy in the fact that it is I who have been able to send them to their knees. Perhaps too much pleasure, but the mind of a child can not differentiate between the two.

I have learned to embrace my life, but as an embrace is not a hug without some type of caring emotion behind it, I can not claim to love what I have become.

In all honesty, there is nothing I wouldn't give to be weak once more.

Fin