Title: One Day
Author: Heta Noitio
Rating: T
Genre: angst, general
Pairing/Characters: Aya
Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz belongs to Takehito Koyasu and Project Weiss.

A/N:Once again my strange need to write appeared. I was feeling angsty at the moment, so this is what I wrote. Aya's thinking about himself and how he is someone who he really isn't.

Every morning I become someone who I am not.

Every morning when I wake up, for a moment I don't remember what has happened. Simple happiness fills me when I take my first breath awake, just to be driven out by the harshness of reality and overwhelming grief. I always end up coughing for a second, struggling for air. It feels like I'm drowning but I'm not. My hands shake and my head hurts for a brief second.

I once asked Omi about these symptoms. He said they were close to something called panic attacks.

I don't do panic.

Finally my breathing becomes easier as my transformation of sorts begins.

I take a deep breath, calming my nerves. Yes, bad things have happened, but you can't take care of them now. So calm down.

I sit still, like nothing ever happened, like I never fought back desperate tears.

I have awaken the second time in the morning.

With slow movements I lift my blanket and stand up from my bed. I glance around my room briefly, making sure that everything is in its place. My books neatly placed to a bookshelf I bought some time ago, my small table empty and my clothes on the back of the chair.

I move there and put on my dark coloured pants and black socks. I make each move carefully, concentrating on what I do. I started to wear black clothes when I noticed that blood doesn't show on them easily.

I finish my outfit with a black, long-sleeved shirt. It is never anything special: when it's cold the shirt is woollen, when it's warm it is cotton. I don't feel the need to use finer or flashier clothes like Yoji does: I'm content with my simple black wardrobe.

The sun has not risen yet when I move to my bathroom. I brush my hair and wash my face carefully with lukewarm water. Then I look a moment at a simple box at the sink - I always do.

It doesn't even look threatening. It's just a small plastic box with a silvery name of some company on it. Still, I have learnt to hate that box. It symbolizes everything that is the killer in me - coldness, hate, vindictiveness...

I really, really, hate that box.

My sister once told me I had the most beautiful eyes in the world. I questioned her how can my eyes be beautiful - they are just the boring shade of grey. She said my eyes are beautiful because they show all my emotions and emotions are always beautiful.

She didn't know about true hate and disgust, then.

I have no choice. I open the box and take carefully violet contact lenses out of it. I've learnt to put the lenses on pretty quickly.

Soon - too soon - two violet eyes stare at me on the mirror. They are hard and cold as ice, unforgiving. I'm not myself anymore, I'm someone else.

I have sworn vengeance. I will have it one day. Maybe it's today, maybe not. But I will kill Takatori, eventually, and I will bring my sister back from her coma.

Because I want her back.

Because I want to be Ran again.

While I stand by the sink, staring at the mirror, outside my apartment the sun rises.

I let go of the sink and my hands don't shake a bit anymore.

Aya Fujimiya is ready to face the world.

Ran is already forgotten.