Yeah there needs to more Nero fics, so here's something to amuse every Nero fan! God, I just think the whole thing between Weiss and Nero was so...tragic...

No Good

Nero needed help, anyone with half a brain would realize this. Nero always covered himself in a shell, whenever there was trouble, pain, or fear he would slide into his second skin and hide. Eventually this shell grew bigger and Nero dove further in. Only one could ever pierce through his protective walls, his brother Weiss.

The older workers from the facility remembered a thin, sickly, sallow eyed boy always following the older around. Never apart and always with a scrap of Weiss's shirt in his hand, clinging to the fabric as if for dear life, for protection and much more.

The two brothers understood each other entirely – to the point where neither needed words. Nero would tug softly on his brother's shirt or pants and Weiss would stop and look down, offering a slight smile or encouragement.

And so it was.

No one ever questioned the relationship, no one ever attempted to stop Nero's spiraling attachment to his brother. As long as the boy ate, slept, and worked – who would?

"The youngest is no good, but the elder has potential." The sciencetists would say.

Nero always heard them and when Weiss told him just to ignore it, he did – because Weiss said so.

He never thought to question, am I no good?

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Nero gazed upon the beauty that was his brother's dead slumbering body, slouched on his throne awaiting the graces of Omega to set him right. Even still, what if Omega never came? What if Weiss was left waiting dead forever? What if there was something wrong? Perhaps not enough souls?

Nero the Sable panicked, fear and anguish rose up and choked him.

"No good...I'm no good." He gasped.

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A rail thin boy with locks of black hair wept in the corner of his room. The doors opened to allow an older muscular boy to pass. Stormy eyes seeked him out and found him in the corner.

"You failed? How could you possibly fail that test?"

He was refering to the physical test for future soldiers, The examiner said he was just to thin and weak looking to even try.

Nero struggled with words, he had failed his brother he knew.

Weiss just sighed and layed a larger, rougher hand on his brother's shoulder.

"Its ok, you tried."

Nero avoided Weiss's gaze.

I'm no good...

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A young Nero observed his naked body in the mirror of his room.

No muscle, no strength, no tone. Nothing.

His body wasn't like his brother's, his brother's body spoke of its greatness, every muscle rippling with strength and pride.

Weiss was beautiful and Nero was ugly.

One of the nurses said that he would fill out when he got older, Nero didn't believe her.

He would never be like his brother, not even a small fraction.

I'm no good...

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When the pale arm of his beloved brother shot straight into his heart, Nero thought his brother unhappy. Once again he must have failed, must have disappointed Weiss. He was so eagar to see his brother alive again that he must have overlooked something. Now Weiss was mad.

"I'm finished with you."

Nero was thrown to the floor and felt something of him break with a sickened crunch, this pain was foreign. And Nero couldn't tell – was it his heart? Or was it his mutated and ugly body?

I'm no good...I'll never be good enough for you.

xxxHearts4Black

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