Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Suicide Dress ❯ One-Shot

A new fic you're all thinking. Yes another new fic. On the plus side, this one is a one-shot. I figured that I should be nice and give my readers a parting gift before I go to Europe. I figure your souvenirs could be having the other fics finished. My typical thing in Weiss is just one on one, but I've been inspired on several levels. An excellent story, which can be found on Adultfanfiction.net by the very talented LadyJade entitled 'Want Me`, sparked part of the idea. I've also been influenced by two songs. Remedy by Seether and Take Me by Papa Roach. These 3 things you could say are my muses. I have no active muse, so for this fic, those are the muses! Anyway, this is a major first for me. Alas, I'm sorry for taking so long to write this! I had an accident and screwed up my hand and wrist badly, and could barely move it, so my typing was limited. *bows* So sorry!!!

 

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Rating: NC-17/R

 

Warnings: Rape, lemon, rape, multiple men at once, rape, blood, murder, heart healing, darkness, rape, minor involved, and slight humiliation.

 

Spoilers: Just from Episode 4, I think, with Kase

 

Anything on Weiss' past, mainly Ken is coming straight from my head and what I perceive. Ken's past in this story is from my head, except what we do know from the show and manga.

 

Pairing: Going all out on this one. A/Y/O, Kase/Ken, OC/Ken *OC plays a small part, just a memory, but a painful memory* A/Y/O/K

 

Summary: Ken feels alone and reflects on things. He's tried everything, including suicide. He's spiraling, but before he crashes, a mission hurtles him into the ground. The others have to realize the pain he's been hiding, and piece him back together, or risk losing one of the biggest parts of their lives.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss, I wish I did, like all the fans out there. I own the plot, and any poems written with-in unless I specifically say I do not. Steal my plot or poems and you'll be in for it. However, I also own the fan-art image entitled Suicide Dress on my MM.org account. That image was drawn and colored by me, specifically for this story. If you want to use it, please ask me.

 

*~*~*~*~*

 

Ken sighed as he parked his bike next to Omi's. The assassin pulled his helmet off and shook his head, fluffing his hair. Slowly, his body aching with fatigue, he put his helmet on the handle of the bike and began to slowly drag his feet up the basement stairs. His chocolate brown eyes paid no heed to the mess that dominated the mission room.

 

'Omi must've had a long night again,' he mused.

 

At the top of the stairs, he paused at the door, ears acute to the slightest noise. He'd skipped out on his shift, closed the shop early. He'd been scheduled to work the afternoon with Omi, but the young boy had never showed. Ken had been mobbed at the beginning, but when things died, he said fuck it and closed, grabbed his bike and sped off in the graying weather. Omi had either had a long night at the computer or just before his shift had been accosted by his lovers. Yes, he thought bitterly. His lovers, Aya and Youji. Ken sighed, heard nothing in the confines of the shop. He slipped inside to finish what he'd neglected before he left. He quickly and quietly swept up, straightened flowers and tallied up the day's earnings. He had just finished, forgetting the entire situation when a loud thump from upstairs made him jump in place. That thump was instantly followed by moans of a high caliber, which Ken tried to block out. Covering his ears did no good, and he debated going back out. Giving a dejected sigh he began to ascend the stairs leading to the apartment. With each step, the noise became louder, harder to ignore. Ken steeled his nerves and bolted straight for his room, slamming the door shut behind him.

 

He threw himself onto his bed, covering his head with his pillow. He toed off his shoes, letting them clunk to the floor. In the muffled silence, his thoughts began to manifest, taking tangible form in his mind. He hated being the only one not involved in the trysts of his teammates. Each of them was beautiful in his own way. Aya had the grace, his haunting amethyst eyes hiding his secrets from the world. His pale skin reminded Ken of moonlight on a harsh winter night. Youji's long hair created a halo of honey and light brown over his face, framing his jade green eyes, like at tiger's eyes. His lanky frame was graced with natural control and provided enough for endless eye wandering. Omi was smaller, but packed with muscle and tone. His blue eyes gave a mixture of innocence and cunning, while his hair framed his face, giving the illusion that he was an angel.

 

Ken sighed again as he contemplated. His brown eyes and brown hair provided the team with someone non-descript. Someone to use when a face didn't need to be easily recognized. His height and fit body made him perfect for the jobs that the rest of them refused to do. How could he compare himself to his friends, the men he lusted and loved? How could that gaggle of beautiful men want an ordinary duck like himself? They'd all been together for so long now, Ken had lost track of the months. It had to be almost a year now, and they had never noticed his lingering eyes, or roaming hands at any chance of a single touch? Were they that oblivious to how he felt? Did they think he wasn't gay? Did they not notice him show off at every available chance, walking out of the shower in a low hanging towel, sweating in nothing more than shorts while playing soccer as they watched? He didn't know what to do; he'd tried everything. He'd done subtle, he'd done blunt, he'd tried talking. He'd been alone with Omi one night and had tried to bring it up, but the minute he opened his mouth, full of courage to voice his feelings, the younger Weiss had been called away by Aya. Every time he'd tried to talk to one, the others would call him away. Ken began to think that it was hopeless, that he'd just have to be content with admiring.

 

"Why me? I've suffered enough; I deserve a share in happiness like they do!" He shouted to the empty room.

 

He curled up, knees to his chest as he lay on his side. He drew up the sheet and closed his eyes, sleep pulling him into her deathly grasp almost instantly. The mother of dreams wove a web in his mind, torturing him beyond normal physical means, hurtling him down roads his conscious feared to tread. This was the murk and endless dark that he avoided, even in the brightest days of sun.

 

 

*~ Dream ~*

 

 

"Hidaka-kun! Hey wait up!"

 

Ken turned around, a smile lighting up his face. He paused in his step and regarded the person yelling his name.

 

"Ijyuin-sama!"

 

"Glad you waited for me. Why are you so late?"

 

"I helped coach pack up all the equipment," Ken replied, losing himself in thought.

 

Every day he had soccer practice at the center near his family home. He was fourteen, and soccer was his life. He was one of the best players he knew, that included some of the older boys. His coach always congratulated him, told him to keep up the good work. So he did. Practice almost every day, training, drills, strict diet, Ken did it all for the sake of his sport.

 

But the one thing he dreaded doing, no matter how much he loved playing soccer was taking showers after each game and practice. It wasn't the main fact that he knew he was at least bisexual, not really ever an attraction to a girl, but it was what went on when adults weren't around. He'd seen times when some of the boys would be doing indecent things, mostly an older teen going after a younger one. He'd always avoided looking, hearing. He would desensitize himself to everything until he left the room. If he got lucky, he'd offer to help his coach pack up and by the time he got into the showers, he'd be the last one.

 

Ijyuin-sama was a seventeen-year-old, star soccer player. If comparing between ages, he and Ken were a match of skills. Ijyuin had Ken in height by about a foot, and was much more fit, muscles bulging perfectly. Ken wasn't attracted to him, just knew that he looked good. Ijyuin had a girlfriend anyways.

 

"So what did you do this time, Ijyuin-sama?"

 

"Got caught with the superglue in my pocket that coated almost every ball we used today," the teen replied, a grin on his face.

 

Ken shook his head, a grin seeping across his face in response to his friend's. They began the familiar horseplay of talking, laughing, and pushing until they reached the locker room. Everyone had cleared out quickly, as a downpour was listed to begin at any moment. He headed over to the small locker he kept, pulling out his towel and shower supplies. He stripped off his clothes, wrapping a towel around his waist and heading for the showers.

 

He turned the knob to hot and let the water sink into his skin, pelting away at the grime. Dirt and sweat poured off of him in rivulets, disappearing down the drain. He sighed in bliss, closing his eyes. His muscles eased, releasing the tension away. He threw his head back, letting the water cascade down his chest, arms limp by his sides. Suddenly he felt a presence at his back.

 

"Ijyuin-sama?"

 

The taller boy said nothing and braced both his hands against the wall at either side of Ken's head. Ken blinked, and turned his body fully to face the older boy. Suddenly he was thrown back against the hard tile, whacking the base of his skull enough to disorient himself. Ijyuin moved forward, pressing Ken against the wall firmly with his body. Ken shook his head, thoughts returning to him at once. He looked up, startled, into Ijyuin's face. Fear overtook him and he tried to run, escape from the hastily made prison.

 

"Ijyuin-sama!" Ken's voice rose in pitch and fear.

 

Still the older teen remained silent, but a grin rose to his face as his eyes traversed the planes and lines of his victim's body. Ken's mind shut down in that moment, his head lolling back against the tile, his eyes losing their light, becoming empty. His mind was far from his body, until a new voice broke the barrier he had erected.

 

"Very good Ijyuin-kun. Most excellent."

 

Ken's mind resurfaced, like a swimmer deprived of air. There stood his father, arms over his chest, brown eyes watching everything. Ken's face paled, eyes wide. His parents had split apart after a nasty fight. His mother had talked to him about it in length, making sure that Ken did what he felt was best for him. In the end, his parents had fought over who would keep him, but the decision had come ultimately down to him. His father had been caught trying to rape a young girl, and things had gone down from there. In the end, Ken stayed with his mother, not comfortable living with his father after that.

 

His face paled again, and his head snapped back to Ijyuin's face when he felt the stirrings of pain. Ijyuin turned him around, and tears began to fall down Ken's face. He quickly forced his mind away, letting his eyes go blank, mind empty. His head was roughly yanked up and his dull eyes met the exact pair of chocolate brown. His father's grip on his hair hurt, pulling the strands out one by one.

 

"You betrayed me by deciding to stay with that bitch, Ken. You'll get your retribution now," he hissed as he let go of Ken's hair, letting his head hit tile again.

 

This time, Ken felt blood begin to trickle down the side of his head. He turned to face his father, trying to plead with his eyes. But his hope sank like an anchor into the ocean. His father stood there, holding a video camera. Tears welled up in his eyes, knowing that his face, his pain would be shared with umpteen men and women. To add to his pain, humiliation, Ijyuin yanked his arms behind his back, holding them with one hand. Ken's face and chest were the only thing holding him up, braced against the wall. Tears spilled from his eyes at the thought about what Ijyuin was going to do to him.

 

"It'll all be over soon Ken. Don't struggle or it'll only hurt more. I'll try to be as gentle as possible," Ijyuin whispered in his ear, making it look like he was nibbling on the top of it.

 

Ken meekly nodded and pressed his face into the tile, closing his eyes and trying to ignore everything. It worked when Ijyuin roamed his hands over his body, touching him everywhere and no where at the same time. His concentration frayed when he felt those same hands caressing his cock and sacs, trying to excite him. No amount of tugging or teasing would do anything for Ken, and Ijyuin seemed to sense this. He pulled his hands away and took Ken's arms in his hand again, bracing Ken against the wall once more.

 

Ken blocked out his father, blocked out the camera. No amount of mental dispatch would make the real thing vanish, and that was how he allowed himself to cry. He'd always prided himself on not crying unless it was necessary, but now he felt it necessary. He let his pain, humiliation and betrayal out, made it known to the world that he was man enough to cry in this situation. But those tears became all too real in the next few moments.

 

Ijyuin didn't bother preparing the boy, he knew that it would only prolong his torture. So he placed his cock at Ken's entrance and squeezed his eyes shut. He wasn't sure which would be better, going slow, torturing Ken, or going fast and increasing the pain all at once. That question was answered when he felt the older Hidaka staring at him. Internally, he took a deep breath. Mentally, he said a silent prayer for Ken.

 

He pulled Ken's arms tighter, forcing himself not to cry. The boy was too sweet to do this to. He'd always been nice, always smiling, cheerful. Who was he to rip that all from him in mere minutes? He wasn't goddess or god to this boy. He was a trusted person, a friend and now a betrayer.

 

"I'm sorry Ken..."

 

Those were the last words he ever spoke to Ken. He slammed himself into Ken's pliant body and heard him scream. Blood began to drip down Ken's legs and his ragged screams reverberated on the tile. Fresh tears flowed down his face, and his eyes remained shut, trying to keep everything out of his mind. Before the pain had a chance to subside, Ijyuin began to pull out, and Ken's cries lessened. But he knew that it wouldn't last. Soon enough, Ijyuin slammed himself back in and the pain was just as intense. Each thrust brought more pain, and the more forceful Ijyuin was, the harder Ken was pressed into the tile. Not soon enough did Ken hear Ijyuin's moans, as he emptied himself inside Ken's body. He let go of Ken's arms, and Ken fell to the floor in a pile of bones and skin, quivering, not feeling anything. He heard nothing as the two left the room, replaying the recording. He blocked his ears to drown out the laughter, and when it only grew louder, he began to scream in earnest.

 

 

*~ End Dream ~*

 

Ken came back into his body, covering his ears and screaming. His eyes looked around, not recognizing his room at first. His mouth remained open, the horrid sound of a dying animal caressing his lips. He rolled over and smashed his face into his pillow, muffling the sounds of his screaming. Slowly, his mind returned to him and the screaming was silenced. He sat up, rubbing his arms. His skin was cold to the touch. He rubbed, trying to bring back the warmth into them, but the process was slow going. His eyes found the clock and he cursed.

 

"Shit Aya is gonna kill me."

 

He rose; his feet unsteady and almost fell to the floor in the process. He changed his clothes and opened the door, to be greeted by a very annoyed looking Youji.

 

"Next time you decide to have a girl over and wake up screaming, have some courtesy to your fellow teammates;" he scoffed, taking a long drag from his cigarette. Not saying another word, the lanky assassin flounced away, talking to himself.

 

Ken clenched his fists, bitterness rising in his throat like bile. They accuse him of screaming and waking them. They kept him awake every night with their triads. Then they assume that he's got someone in his bed, and a woman at that! Fury and depression rose, mingled and condensed onto his head. No one thought about him, his feelings or his life. He looked at the mirror in front of him and his face frowned. His completion was pale, not the normal tanned like the rest of his skin. He was becoming skinner, not eating right. Deep circles lodged under his eyes from lack of sleep. All in all he was a mess.

 

Still no one noticed or cared. With his heart feeling hollow, he trudged into the shop, noting that nothing was out, awaiting the morning. He sighed again, and went to pull up the grating. He'd barely lifted it past his knees, when rain poured inside, soaking his pants. He shut it again, and made a slight huff. 'Won't have any customers in weather like that.' His hands began to twitch from lack of movement. His thoughts wanted to wander down that dark road in his mind, the one he hated, even in broad daylight. 'I need to stay busy is all,' he thought to himself.

 

Then a short poem flitted through his mind, something he remembered from a mission with a little girl. The girl was barely fifteen and had seen so much hardship, and been in so much pain that Ken had barely been able to look at her. When he found her while the others took out the target, she was curled on her bed, naked. Blood pooled from between her legs and from her back. Bruises dotted her ribs, face and throat. Old scars covered her upper thighs and wrists, criss-crossed with fresher ones. Her eyes had been dead, lifeless gray. Upon closer inspection, Ken noticed that part of her throat was crushed. Breath came in wizened gasps. He didn't give her more than five minutes, but those would all be agony. Suddenly she began to gasp out words, pointing to the notebook beside her.

 

"Violence is your life

Pain your sustenance

Blood your drink

Screams your entertainment

Sex your pleasure

Tears your anger

Weapons your limbs

Bodies your clothing

Murder your fun

Suicide your joy

Resentment your fury

Violence is all you know

Violence is all you'll ever do"

 

She twitched, clutched at her throat again. "It's all any of you know, all men live by these principals..." She gasped a final time, and her lips pressed together, a scream dying in her throat. Her body arched slightly and she froze. Ken stood still, fear gripping him. He just stood there, feeling her suffering, long into the night and the others had returned home. His mind seemed to take in all of her pain, like she had passed it into him, but he knew that wasn't it. They were living almost the same life, and that was why the fear gripped him like it did.

 

When he returned to the present, he found himself standing in his room, clutching the notebook that had been the girl's. He had taken it with him, knowing that it was too important to her to be lost, even after her death. He'd looked through it, eyes just glancing at the poems and songs that resided within. That one poem she had recited on her deathbed was the last page of the book. He only read it when he was truly depressed, and to him, this was one of those times.

 

'They treat me like shit... It's like I'm a ghost unless it's a mission or the shop... I can't stand living like this any more....' He sighed and sat on the edge of his bed, about to open the book when a tinkling sound, followed by a strain of heavy guitar broke the silence, making him jump. He stood and scrambled around, trying to find his cell phone. In the pocket of yesterday's clothes, he found it.

 

"Hello?"

 

"Ken, its Manx. We have a mission for you. Not Weiss, just you. It's high priority, and dangerous."

 

"What has to be done?" He responded with sadness.

 

"A club has been selecting patrons and enticing them into the back. After that, they are tortured in every way imaginable. They come out days, even weeks later, their minds completely destroyed. They can't remember anything, only the face of the person who is in charge of it all."

 

"So why are you sending me? Youji's better at clubbing, Omi's more innocent and deadly, and Aya is better looking. Send one of them."

 

"Your past is better suited for this. In the event that you cannot complete the mission, your chances of surviving the torture are higher. Therefore, you are the best choice."

 

'No, I'm the best choice because I have no attachments to anyone. I'm the only free one.'

 

"Now then Ken, this man is a favorer of violence and blood, especially scars. We think..."

"That it would be good for me to go with my arms bare, revealing every little cut, and perhaps wearing fresh, bloody bandages. I know what to do Manx, just send me the information I need. I'll start tonight."

 

Manx made an affirmative noise and the line went dead. Ken sighed and rubbed at his temples, trying to alleviate the headache that was forming. He really didn't want to do this mission. But then again, nor did he want to stay here. Sighing, he went to his closet and pulled out a box that he kept for these types of missions. He could hear his teammates in another room, making guttural noises. He tuned them out and instead grabbed his bugnuks and the notebook, and headed into the bathroom.

 

Closing the door tightly and locking it behind him, he gave a small cry of defeat. He didn't care if he came back from this mission. If he didn't, his team would still be all right. Everyone went on without Ken... His mind warped, pulling him back in time, when he was still in the J-League, still a top-notch soccer goalie.

 

 

*~* Flash back *~*

 

 

"Great game Ken! You keep that up and we'll be the top team in the country!" Kase said, giving Ken a good thump on the back.

 

Ken grinned and shook his head. He'd been a member of the team for a few months. In general, the team seemed to welcome and enjoy him. The only thing that unnerved him was the attention from Kase, one of the other players. The man had wandering eyes, and more than once Ken had found those eyes on him. He brushed it off each time, but it was becoming steadily harder to ignore. He didn't know who to bring it up with. It wasn't like Kase was actually harassing him or anything, just prolonged staring... He was too fresh on the team to start causing problems. He ignored it, until this time.

 

"Ken; let's go out tonight to celebrate! We'll have fun!" Kase said, face flushed with unused adrenaline.

 

Ken looked slightly leery, and he became concerned when he noticed all of the other players looking downwards, ignoring the two boys. Ken didn't know what to say and tried to ask for help from someone.

 

"I... guess so Kase..." he replied, wondering if that had been the right decision.

 

"Excellent. I'll meet up with you after practice," he said, before walking off.

 

Ken placed his head in his hands and tried to think of what could go wrong.

 

 

 

"C'mon Kase. You're beyond drunk. We need to get you to bed," Ken stated, puffing under the additional weight of the drunken man.

 

Kase began to babble and murmur things to himself. Ken paid them no mind and somehow managed to keep Kase from falling and unlock the room door before he lost his cool and slapped Kase in the head. He stumbled, tripping over the inebriated man's body and managed to drag them both inside. His shoulders sunk with relief as he shut the door to the room and turned to the final task of getting Kase into bed. He huffed and grunted, eventually managing to pull the larger man into his bed. He turned to leave when a hand at his wrist stopped him.

 

"Don't leave Ken... Stay here with me."

 

"You're drunk Kase. I'll come see you in the morning," Ken responded, trying to shake off the grip that held him.

 

"You'll stay here until I'm done with you," Kase replied, suddenly losing the 'drunk act.'

 

Kase shot up, hand still gripping Ken. Ken struggled, trying to pull his hand back. Kase stood, and towered over Ken, shoved him into the bed. Ken kicked and swung outwards, trying to make contact, trying to get away. Kase just seemed to ignore it all, and proceeded to lie atop of Ken. Ken's mind filled with terror, images coming back to him of when he had been in this situation before.

 

"No..." He croaked out, eyes becoming glazed and dead, body going limp.

 

Kase gave a small smile and proceeded to rip the clothing off the unresisting boy's body. Ken barely breathed, mind not releasing him from its safety. He let the hands roam his body, knowing that it would all be over soon. He heard laughs and breathless moans coming from above him, but paid them no mind. It was just someone, using him like always. He screamed, tears pouring down his face as he felt something shove inside him. He twisted his head, burying his face in the pillow, muffling his cries. His body was pillaged mercilessly, and he felt the blood slowly tricking down, staining the body of his attacker and the sheets below him. Kase let out a growl of triumph as he climaxed into Ken's body. Ken lay still, barely breathing, eyes still glazed as Kase put his body to the side of his own.

 

"God Ken... Such a good virgin..." Kase whispered, fatigue edging his words.

 

Ken scoffed. "I haven't been a virgin since I was fourteen. You're my second rapist Kase. How does that make you feel?" He asked mockingly.

 

Kase shifted his weight to one elbow and looked down at the goalie. Anger flared in his eyes, and long into the night, Ken screamed and cried, the tears and blood staining the room and his own body.

 

 

*~* End Flashback *~*

 

 

His mind returned him to the bathroom, and he stood there, still reeling. He looked at himself in the mirror. If this guy was into pain and emotions, then Ken looked the perfect part. He looked at his arms closely, appraising them. His left arm was too tender to use right now. The old scars were still aggravated from his arm being squeezed. With a shaking breath, he drew his bugnuk down the length of his arm, hissing at the pain it brought. As soon as he stopped the pressure, the entire wound seemed to open and the blood flowed, spilling down his arm. Tears silently fell down his face. Several falling into the cut. He took a white towel and pressed it to his arm, slowing the blood flow. He waited letting the towel turn pinkish with his blood before he removed it and wrapped gauze around his arm over and over, before tying it tightly. He winced as he moved his arm, and blood seemed to soak into the bandage slightly.

 

He bent down and rummaged in the box he'd brought with him, but paused. He peeled off the bandage, staring at the fluid that still trickled freshly. Taking his finger, he dipped into the liquid and began to write words on a piece of paper, copied letter for letter from the notebook by his side.

 

'Pull back the magic night

Release the blood

Let out the true dark light

Then tie the black hood

Destiny decides your life

With a flick of the wrist

All the nightmares end'

 

When he was finished, he placed the paper to the side, allowing the letters to dry. The flow had just about stopped, so he wrapped the wound again. Sighing with relief, at the hard part being done, he rummaged into the box again. He pulled out several different fabrics, and assorted things that clinked and rattled. He pulled on a pair of long black and white socks with a diamond pattern that went above his knees. Next came the pants that he loved. They were white, with a huge purple stripe going from the top to about the middle of his upper thighs. The rest of the pants were white, till about his knees where there were two huge pockets that were checkered with light and dark purple. Then around his ankles were light purple stripes in a diagonal pattern. Hanging from all sides and angles were pink stripes that clipped to loops hidden in the pants. Chains went around his waist and down from his back pockets, also clipped to loops. He pulled a pair of huge boots on, and laced them up to his knees. The pants were low enough to just show off the top of his tattoo. A short fishnet shirt went on, stopping at his navel. A long sleeved white shirt with huge billowing ends went on top, showing off the bandages and his stomach. His shoulders were bare, revealing the doll-shaped tattoo on his right shoulder and the jewel-shaped tattoo on his left shoulder. He placed a ring on each of his ring fingers, and pulled a teal choker around his neck, and two strings, each holding a colored jewel, also were added. He reached into the box and pulled out a jar of hair color, and threw some into his longest bangs on either side of his head, letting it dry, leaving those strands in a bright pink color.

 

'All ready...' he whispered to himself.

 

He grabbed the notebook and closed it, gingerly laying it inside the box. He grabbed the paper he'd written on in his blood and grabbed the box before slipping out of the bathroom. He put the box back into his closet in his room and slipped his bugnuks onto his hands. Next he walked down the hallway and stopped outside Omi's room. He slipped the paper under the door and began to walk back down the hallway when a sound made him turn his head.

 

"Ken. What are you doing?"

 

"I'm going on a mission. I might not come back, so don't worry."

 

"I meant this, Ken," Omi said, waving the paper in the air.

 

"Think on it. If I don't come back then you'll have your answer. Go back to your lovers, and I'll go back to my pitiful existence. We'll both be happier that way."

 

"Ken why the fuck are you saying that?" Omi shot back, anger flaring.

 

"Because Omi, I've tried to talk to all of you, tried to explain how I feel, but it's all for naught. I waste my breath, and I'm sick of it. I've loved you all, wanted to be a part of you, but you don't notice me. I've tried my hardest, and it's still not good enough."

 

"Well try harder Ken!"

 

Ken spun his body and glared fully at Omi, watching the smaller assassin cringe slightly. He rolled up his sleeve and bared his scars.

 

"I've tried Omi, I've tried every day, and done everything I could think of. Even this hasn't gotten your attention. Don't fuck over your replacement for me. I don't anticipate coming back. I'll probably wind up broken mentally and dead;" he finished, turning to leave.

 

"You bastard. You never gave us a chance!" Omi cried, before flinging his arm outward.

 

Ken didn't flinch as the dart grazed his cheek and connected on the wall with a dull thunk.

 

"I've given you all over a year to notice me, to care. What you did with it, I don't know."

 

With that, Ken walked out, leaving Omi alone in the hall. He walked down the stairs and into the mission room, grabbing the paperwork that sat in the fax machine. He looked over it, ignoring the details. He was just interested in the face of the target. Once he had the basic information, he shredded the papers and walked out.

 

 

*~*~*~*~*

 

 

He stood in the line for the club, blood caking to his skin. His face was streaked with tears, his hair mussed. He looked and felt like shit. He paid the cover charge and was let inside, where lights flashed and danced, music pulsed into every crevice of your body and the drinks flowed long into the night. His eyes roamed the crowd, taking every thing in, noticing the bodies as they writhed to the music and passion in dark corners. Ken let himself be pulled onto the dance floor multiple times by both men and women, dancing with them. His face showed no emotion as he twisted and moved against the other bodies. He took breaks to have an occasional drink, all of which were bought by his random partners.

 

Unseen to him, his target was watching his every move.

 

"Find his name, learn his past. He will be my personal plaything tonight," the man whispered, feeling the usual tightening in his pants from anticipation of a fresh body.

 

Within fifteen minutes of his request, the desired material was brought to him. He read through it, and noted the important parts, such as his history with rape, his expulsion from the J-League, and his past history of attempted suicide. The man grinned and licked his lips, loving the way the boy looked out on the dance floor, all emotion, pain and sexual appeal.

 

Ken was nursing his fourth drink of the night, not really drinking much of it. He was tapped on the shoulder and came face to face with the entire reason he was here.

 

"Hello..." The man purred, eyes roving over the lithe body before him.

 

Ken nodded his head in greeting. He tossed back a little more of his drink and sighed internally.

 

"I am Fuokaroru, owner of this club."

 

"Ken. Just passing through, having a night out away from the pains of everyday life."

 

"Sorry to hear that. Would you be interested in checking out the private area? It's more... of an escape than we provide here."

 

Ken seemed to think on it for a time, and Fuokaroru began to look impatient.

 

Finally, Ken nodded his assent and Fuokaroru gently grabbed his arm and began to escort him towards the back of the club, into the darkness where many entered, but few left sane.

 

 

*~*~*~*~*

 

"What do you mean he went out on a mission?" Youji yelled, voice echoing off the walls.

 

"Exactly what I said Youji-kun! He went on a fucking mission!"

 

"Manx must have given it specifically to him... Apparently he's the only one who can do it. We're not really involved," Aya responded.

 

"We are involved. He left in his club outfit, and he's been cutting. His arms are covered with scars, including the fresh one he left with. And he left us this note, written in his blood. He loves us, and we've been blind to it. He's been alone and we just ignored him!" Omi yelled, voice rising, tears brimming to his eyes.

 

"Damn it... What the fuck is going on with this team..? Youji muttered, throwing his hands in the air, practically biting his cigarette in half.

 

"We're being stupid. That's all there is to say. We are blind and stupid, that's all there is," Omi whimpered, burying his face in his hands.

 

"We'll fix this Omi, somehow. We'll fix the whole thing, no matter what it takes," Aya said, standing, placing a hand on Omi's shoulder.

 

 

*~*~*~*~*

 

 

Ken followed Fuokaroru through the bodies. Their hands were locked together, not allowing for any escape unless it involved chopping someone's arm off. Ken's eyes glassed over and he followed, not knowing what else to do. A black door, swung open silently before them, and closed just as silently behind them. The room was bathed in black light, casting an eerie glow on the room. The room was devoid of life, and filled to the brim with items ranging from torture, to sex to murder. Ken's eyes remained normal, but his mind was screaming to turn and run. Before he could react, Fuokaroru shoved him against the door and crushed their lips together in a bruising kiss.

 

Ken put his hands up. "What the hell? Was this what you meant by an escape? I'm not into it."

 

Fuokaroru felt his anger rise and grabbed the boy by the wrist and practically threw him deeper into the room. Ken stumbled, and regained his balance moments before he would've crashed into the bed. His hands tightened into fists, coming daringly close to unsheathing his bugnuks. But the man spoke, freezing Ken to the core.

 

"Isn't this just like the last time you were raped, by what was his name? Kase? Oh yes, you must feel trapped, helpless again. The same way you felt before, with Ijyuin?"

 

Ken's body froze, mind reeling. Fuokaroru was right, striking the nerves. The man advanced, pleased that Ken wasn't putting up a fight. He plastered a smile in place and began to move closer.

 

"And when Ijyuin killed himself, which hurt. You felt responsible, that it was you who should've died. That's why you cut yourself, why you've tried to kill yourself so many times. The scars never heal, and somehow always seem to flow again."

 

Ken stood still, feeling a numbing coldness settle into his brain. His body refused to move. He knew that he was here to extinguish a life, but he couldn't execute the command. Hands roamed his body, pulling and removing clothes. His body was unresisting, even as he was shoved to the bed on his back, legs spread open. The tears and screaming never left his face, even as the man shoved his cock inside Ken's entrance. He twisted weakly, trying to escape the intrusion, but Fuokaroru held him tightly.

 

Suddenly, Ken's mind snapped. His hold on reality frayed, and he was thrust into darkness. He squeezed his hands and his claws extended. The man thrusting inside of him didn't notice them, until Ken grabbed his own arms and began to pull, dragging the steel over the flesh. Blood flowed down his arms in rivulets, as the screams became louder. His voice cracked, but still he screamed. The man inside him continued to use Ken's body, loving every minute of the screams and pain.

 

"Ken-kun!"

 

A voice pierced the overwhelming darkness. Ken's head twisted weakly in the direction of the voice. His mouth still hung open in a soundless scream and the tears and blood mingled on his face, blurring his vision. Then the man inside him stopped moving and fell backwards, off the bed and onto a dead heap upon the floor. Ken struggled to sit up, to assess the situation.

 

"Don't move Ken. We need to wrap your cuts and get you out of here," the soothing voice was saying.

 

"O-Omi?"

 

"Ssh Ken. We're all here now, Youji and Aya too. We're taking you home."

 

Ken nodded before the blissful goddess of unconsciousness took hold of him.

 

 

When Ken regained consciousness, he stared blankly into a plain white ceiling. He turned his head and absorbed his own bedroom walls. He brought his hands up to cover his face, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes. He flinched at the movement and looked down his arms to the bandages. He blinked, trying to finish waking his mind, before the memories came flooding back in a torrent. Each minute was replayed in his mind, the agony pressing down on him.

 

The man, Fuokaroru, hitting all his nerves. Making him relive the rapes by both Kase and Ijyuin. Recalling every time that he'd taken something sharp and cold and run it across his warm flesh, letting his life drown itself before his eyes. Letting him live in the humiliation of his teammates, the men he loved, burst in to save him, finding him with a guy raping him.

 

"How... Why me...?" He asked, voice cracking, eyes filling with tears. "They'll never love me now. Never..."

 

Outside his door, her heard murmuring voices. They seemed to be having a heated discussion, so Ken tuned them out. After a while, the voices moved down the hall and Ken let out a sigh. His door opened a crack and a familiar head of light brown hair poke inside, followed by hugely innocent blue eyes.

 

"Ken-kun. You're awake. I hope you're doing better. If you need anything, we'll be in my room, all right?"

 

Ken nodded and watched with a crushed heart as Omi walked back out the door. He sighed, wishing that they had never saved him. This was supposed to be his final mission. Instead, he gets captured and raped, while his teammates have to come save him. His friends had to see him spread out, being violated by a man.

 

"I never wanted this... Never wanted any of it..."

 

With a resigned sigh, he stood slowly and almost fell when his knees buckled. He put a hand on the bed to steady himself and felt his fingers connect with a soft object. He turned his head and didn't know what to think. His eyes lit up with happiness, a few tears began to fall and a small smile graced his face. There on his bed sat a small pile of flowers. A single purple gentian was entwined in the stems of a de-thorned white rose, a white cattleya and a white freesia. He grasped the arrangement in his hand and inhaled deeply. With another deep breath, Ken placed the flowers on the bed before slightly stumbling out of the room.

 

 

"Think he's doing all right?" Youji asked, taking a final drag on his cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray.

 

"Well I'm not sure. He's only been raped by three different people in his nineteen years, tried to kill himself twice in one day and has been ignored in love for the longest time. There's no telling how he feels," Aya responded, giving Youji a glare.

 

"I hope we haven't caused too much damage..." Omi trailed off.

 

"Even if we have caused damage, we can always heal it too," Aya responded.

 

All discussion was cut short by the timid knocking at the door. Omi rose from where he'd been being embraced by Youji and made a beeline for the door. He pulled it open and stepped aside, letting Ken walk slowly inside.

 

"Why.... I... Please...?" Ken whispered, trying to form thoughts, but not finishing them.

 

Omi looked at a loss for words and turned to Aya and Youji for help. His tactical brain was failing him when he needed it the most. He wasn't even sure if they could answer him. Aya was the shelter, the protector out of the three of them. Omi was the brain more or less, maybe even the heart of the three of them. Youji was the mind and body. They hadn't really noticed that something was missing from the piece. One crucial thing, they'd neglected. The spirit and love. Two pairs of eyes met his and it seemed as if all three of them were at a loss.

 

Ken's face fell and he began to leave. "I... a mistake... no worries... I... don't really want me... bye..."

 

He was halfway out the door when sense kicked in. Aya practically flew off the wall he'd been leaning on and gently grasped Ken's upper arm. He slowly pulled the assassin inside, firmly closing the door behind him. He moved deeper into the room, tugging Ken inside at the same time. He spun the younger assassin around and gently sat him on the bed, placing his knees on either side of Ken's hips. Using both his hands, he brought Ken's face upwards, making him lock eyes. Ken tried to look away, shame and hurt still lingering in his eyes. Aya would have none of it.

 

"Hidaka Ken, you will listen to me. We never realized that you loved us, that you wanted to join us. We never saw your pain and if we'd seen that you wanted to be with us, we would have welcomed you in with more than open arms," Aya whispered before pressing his lips to Ken's, not allowing for second thoughts or resistance.

 

Ken gave a barely heartfelt push, trying to rid himself of Aya, but succumbed, letting out a little whimper as Aya lightly traced his tongue along the part in his lips. He opened his mouth slightly and Aya delved inside, gently playing with Ken's tongue. He pulled away regrettably, and enjoyed the far off look that Ken was radiating, while panting slightly. He moved one knee off the bed and stood, backing away from the bed before Omi moved to take his place. Omi stood just in front of him before he leaned down and timidly pressed their lips together. With Omi, Ken felt a need to dominate the boy, and he was the one delving inside his partner's mouth, tasting his unique flavor. They broke apart, and Omi had this giddy grin plastered across his face. Omi had barely moved before Youji was taking his place, practically forcing Ken's mouth open to have his taste of the soccer player. Youji pulled away, grinning lustfully.

 

"G-guys?" Ken whispered tentatively.

 

Three pairs of eyes turned on him and he suddenly became shy.

 

"I... I can't do anything tonight..." He murmured quietly.

 

Omi came to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

 

"No worries Ken-kun. We understand and expected this. Will you at least sleep with us?" Omi asked, understanding and longing mingling in his blue eyes.

 

Ken gave a nod before he was shoved to the middle of the bed unceremoniously and Omi crawled up next to him, on his left, placing an arm over him protectively. Ken looked shocked for a moment before giving a contented purr and settling himself deeper into comfort. He was in bliss by the time Aya crawled up on his right and pulled Ken's body towards his possessively. Youji crawled to the other side of Omi and pulled a blanket up, covering them all before shutting off the lights. Ken fell asleep; wrapped in body heat and his dreams didn't haunt him.

 

*~*~*~*~*

A few days went by, and the others were accepting of Ken's need to heal both mentally and physically. They spent their nights in a sleepy pile, sometimes the others would play with one another, letting Ken watch and enjoy the show. Days were spent working in the shop, (FINALLY! The fan girls had been going into withdrawals) and whoever was with Ken talked to him, held him, made him feel loved. A routine of normalcy had been set and was disturbed when Manx paid a visit. All four of the boys had been in the shop this time when she called.

 

"Ken I have a new mission for you."

 

"What's with the single missions Manx? I thought we were a team," Youji stated, a smile upon his lips, smoke curling around his head.

 

"Don't ask. I just deliver. I'm not in charge of details. It's a solo, and Ken is the best one to do this mission," she responded, holding out a manila envelope.

 

"We'll see about that," Aya retorted, taking the envelope from her and looking it over. "Omi, this one's yours," he continued, tossing the envelope to the boy who grinned.

 

"In case you didn't know Manx, Ken has been raped and has suffered from severe blood loss in under a week. He is in no condition to be going out on missions. He's lucky we even let him work in the shop," Youji said, shooting a grin at Ken.

 

Ken gave a small smile back and turned to Manx.

 

"I'm not accepting any more missions for a while. I am emotionally unstable and need time to recover from the trauma you inflicted on me."

 

Manx looked taken aback and tried to stammer out words. Aya stood from his arrangement and put a hand on Manx's shoulder and spun her around, pushing her towards the door.

 

"You've delivered your mission, now please leave. We have customers to attend to," he said before she was out the door.

 

As soon as the door what shut, Ken breathed a sigh of relief. Youji and Aya smiled at each other just as Omi walked up the stairs.

 

"Ken-kun... can you give me some help? I have a few questions for you."

 

Ken nodded and left Aya and Youji to the shop, following the youngest assassin down the stairs.

 

"What's up Omi?"

"Has every mission Manx given you like this... this dangerous?"

Ken nodded and took the folder and read it himself.

 

"I'll do it Omi. You don't... you're not worth the risk. It's not all that new to me. I've got more experience. You'll just have to keep Youji and Aya busy that night is all..." He said with an almost wistful tone.

 

"You know that you're allowed to touch us, be with us, right Ken? You know you don't have to ask us."

"I know Omi, I'm just not ready yet... I'm still abused from that man and I'm afraid that I'll burst out crying in the middle, spoiling everything. Soon Omi, I promise."

 

Omi just nodded and handed off everything to Ken.

 

"It's all there Ken. Everything you'll need."

 

 

*~*~*~*~*

 

 

Ken dragged himself up the stairs, panting. Blood coated his clothes and dripped off in tiny drops onto the floor. He pulled his brown jacket off, wincing at the blood that flowed off easily. His t-shirt came next, going right into the trash. He had more of them anyways. Next were his boots that went right outside the door for the moment. His jeans also went into the trash. He winced as the skin on his arms pulled, feeling a tiny trickle escape from the closing wounds. He winced again at the gash in his leg. Neither he nor Omi had counted on an explosion racking the building. He'd been lucky to escape with just a gash on his leg. He sighed, yanking out the first aid kit. His... what did he call them? They weren't his lovers yet... boyfriends, his mind declared. His boyfriends would be angry that he'd done the mission, worried about his health and injury and relieved that he'd returned with just that gash.

 

"Ken-kun. Let me see it," a voice piqued from a dark corner.

 

Ken just about jumped out of his skin. He turned and saw Omi, wearing a pair of loose pants and not much else. The younger boy sat on the floor and began to examine the wound.

 

"You'll be okay. Nothing major. Now let me rinse your boots off and throw out our clothes. You're covered in blood. All victims?"

 

"Yes. I hadn't expected after the explosion that the sky would open and let it pour down on me."

 

Omi gave a brief chuckle.

 

"Go shower and come to bed. Aya and Youji were pissed that you went instead of me, but they've mellowed now, although a wound will make them worry again."

 

Ken nodded and quickly did as he was told.

 

 

*~*~*~*~*

 

 

When Ken stepped out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel through his hair, had realized that he was wearing nothing. He sighed. His leg hurt and he didn't feel like walking to his room, then walking all the way back down here to Youji's room. With resolve and reservations, Ken began to walk towards Youji's room, slinging the towel around his waist. He timidly knocked on the door and quietly opened it when he was allowed to enter. His team was lounging in the huge bed, apparently waiting for him. Youji, in the center, held out his arms, begging Ken to run into them. Ken smiled and practically did run into those outstretched arms, snuggling tightly into the embrace, inhaling the scent of all three rolled into one. In his moment of bliss, he didn't realize that the towel had fallen off to the floor on his trek to the bed. Youji covered him with the blanket and kissed him hungrily.

 

"P-please... Youji-kun... Aya-kun... Omi-kun... please... I'm ready," he whispered.

 

Aya leaned over Youji's shoulder and asked the important question.

 

"Are you sure Ken?"

 

Ken nodded and abandoned himself to passion, pressing his lips to Youji's. A sudden movement of weight and Youji was gone, kissing Omi just as passionately and Aya was kissing Ken. Ken gave in, running his hands through Aya's hair, loving the silky feel of it. His hands ghosted down the redhead's back before gingerly tracing up his sides. Aya growled into the kiss and broke it off, laying tiny kisses along Ken's face and throat. A lighter moan drew Ken's vision away from Aya. Omi was moaning, back arched off the bed into Youji's hips while the lanky assassin peppered kisses along his chest. Ken turned his head and ran a finger along Omi's jaw line, drawing the boy's attention to him. Ken leaned in and kissed him with abandon, releasing his need into the single action. Omi responded in kind, matching his passion. Together they moaned, unaware of their avid audience. Ken was brought away from Omi with a scream of bliss as Aya nipped lightly at one of his nipples.

 

"Sensitive much Ken?" Youji drawled with amusement.

 

Ken blushed and hid his face in the pillow at what he was about to say.

 

"I've... never been touch before;" he gasped out in a single breath.

 

That drew the attention of all three of his lovers. All of that and he'd never even gotten any pleasure from any of it... With that fleeting statement, Aya redoubled his efforts. His mouth began an unknown trail down Ken's abdomen while one hand tweaked his sensitive nipples. His other hand ran up Ken's thigh, across his stomach and down the other leg. Ken practically jumped off the bed at the touch. Aya grinned to himself and continued his torture, reveling in each cry Ken made. Youji was also sending Omi into a similar mindset, although he had the boy's erection in his mouth and was gently licking along the length, occasionally suckling it inside his mouth lightly. Omi screamed and thrashed, trying to end the torture. Youji held his hips down with a single hand, his other hand traversing random patches of skin.

 

"Are you ready to be loved Ken?" Aya asked.

 

Ken couldn't think, couldn't speak. He nodded his head and whimpered as the torture on his body ceased. Aya grinned wolfishly and pounced, suckling Ken's cock into his mouth. Ken screamed, making Youji pause and look over. Omi whimpered and reached out blindly, taking hold of Ken's hand. Ken grasped back and keened in a high voice. Aya stopped all too soon and loved the pained cry that Ken emitted. By now, Youji had the lube out and was ever so slowly sliding a finger inside the writhing boy. Aya slithered down, throwing Ken's legs over his shoulders. He grinned up at Ken and slid his tongue out from his lips. Ken groaned and fisted his hands in the sheets before he screamed in bliss. Aya's tongue laved around his entrance, teasing him. Youji and Omi looked over and both groaned in unison. The sight before them was so sexy and lustful...

 

"God Aya... That's so hot..." Youji gasped out, panting with each word.

 

Aya grinned and slipped his tongue gently inside the orifice, loving the scream of pleasure that rose from the boy atop him. He pantomimed sex with his tongue, loving each minute of it. All too soon, he removed his tongue and rose to his knees, letting Ken's legs fall back to the bed. Omi continue to writhe and whimper as Youji continued to probe him with a single finger.

 

"Youji-kun... more please..." the boy whined.

 

"No beautiful. We're waiting for Ken too. You'll both go into bliss together," Youji purred, his voice inching Omi's arousal a notch higher.

 

Aya leaned on top of Ken, bringing their faces together. Blindly, he dribbled some of the lubrication on his fingers, lightly tracing along Ken's entrance with a finger.

 

"Ken you know that none of us would ever hurt you. I'm sorry if I hurt you, but I think that it won't hurt as much as any other time.." Aya whispered, hating to drag rotten memories into this wonderous occasion.

 

Ken nodded and pressed his lips to Aya's, acquiescing without words. Aya pulled away and looked deeply into Ken's rich brown eyes and found himself drowning in the un-oppressed love and trust. He shuddered in fear, praying to whomever that he didn't screw this up. Ever so slowly, he pressed a single finger inside Ken's entrance. Ken whimpered and arched up slightly, trying to inch away. Omi would have none of that and pulled himself to his knees, kissing Ken fully, deeply. Youji moved with Omi, lightly running a hand along Ken's erection, teasing him. Ken whimpered into Omi's mouth and the slight discomfort dissipated, so he arched his hips on his own, requesting more. Aya complied by sliding in another finger.

 

Ken gasped at the slightly more painful intrusion and grasped onto Omi's arms. Omi pulled out of the kiss and lightly stroked Ken's hair, whispering comforts into his ear. He himself groaned as Youji inserted a second finger, a little more roughly than he preferred.

 

"Watch it Youji..." Omi growled.

 

Youji apologized by leaning forward and pressing his lips on Omi's, probing the boy's mouth expertly. Aya scissored his fingers slowly and gently inside Ken, going slowly. The discomfort went away again and Ken was soon crying out in need, begging for more. Aya couldn't turn down the assassin and ever so carefully began to slip a third finger inside. Ken arched his back, screaming slightly at the pain. He began to pant, closing his eyes tightly. Aya pressed their lips together and tried to muffle his cries. He pulled away and began to whisper apologies into Ken's ear, trying to ease the pain. Youji slipped a third finger inside Omi and found the boy sufficiently loosened, so instead of waiting, he withdrew his fingers and coated his erection with more lube before slipping slowly inside the tight heat before him. Omi arched his back and cried in pure delight at being filled by the thick erection.

 

"God... Youji-kun... Aya... Ken... God..." Omi gasped out, trying to keep his breathing calm, forcing himself not to thrust backwards, impaling himself more.

 

Ken groaned at the voice and pulled Aya's head towards his own.

 

"I'm ready. Now please Aya... I can't wait... I love you all so much," he stated, kissing Aya hard.

 

Aya nodded, barely containing his lust. He slowly spread lubrication onto his own erection before he pressed the tip against Ken's entrance. Omi knew what was going to happen surged forward, capturing Ken's open lips. His tongue delved inside the boy's mouth as Aya slid his erection inside. All three of them winced at the cry that tore itself from Ken's throat, muffled by Omi's own mouth.

 

"God Ken... So sorry... you feel so good..." Aya gasped.

 

Ken panted into Omi's mouth, trying to relax his muscles. Above him, Aya remained still, waiting for him to adjust. Youji gave small little thrusts inside Omi, pushing the boys closer together. Ken timidly shifted his hips slightly, and they were relieved. Youji pulled Omi off Ken and flipped him onto his back beside the soccer player. Omi entwined his hands with Ken's and above them, both Youji and Aya began to thrust inside, in a timeless dance. Ken closed his eyes and held on for dear life, emotions swirling inside him. He finally felt loved, wanted, accepted. Each thrust of Aya inside him only shoved those emotions higher, along with his impending release. He turned his head, opening his eyes. From this angle, he could see Aya thrusting inside of him, Youji mimicking the motions and Omi's sweet face closed in rapture. He ran a finger along Omi's lips, a subtle 'I love you.' The pace began to grow more frantic, and Aya and Youji reached down to take hold of the boys' erections, hands sliding along them in sync with their thrusts. Ken was the first to succumb, screaming their names in passion, collapsing tiredly into the bed. Above him, Aya froze, crying out Ken's name, allowing his essence to spill inside the final lover of the team. He collapsed on top of Ken and turned to watch the show before them. Omi began to pant and cry in eagerness, arching his back, allowing Youji to slide deeper inside. Ken reached a hand over and slowly pumped Omi's member, loving the scream that emitted, loving the way he cried out and arched as he came, before pulling Youji's climax from him.

 

All four of the boys fell to the bed and tangled into a warm, sated, sweaty heap. There was no need to whisper the words of love; they were too prominent in the touches and atmosphere. Aya was the first to break the loving silence.

 

"When we saw you coming up the stairs, covered in blood, looking like an image straight from a war, we didn't know what to think. The darkness and your haunting look made us think of a devil. A devil who conquered his enemy."

 

Ken snuggled deeper into the warmth and shook his head.

 

"I was not a devil. I was in a suicide dress of a bloody angel. A bloody angel who has been cleansed for being wrongfully punished by God."

 

 

*~*~*~*~*

 

 

O_O!!!! Goddess!!!! That took almost forever to write!! Like 4 weeks of on/off writing! It's the longest fan fic I've ever written! It's like... 21 pages or so! I'm sorry for the Ken bashing.. Ken's my favorite Weiss guy, but he's just too sexy, adorable and such to not torture. It's an occurring theme in my stories apparently. Any who! What did you all think? Was it good? Bad? Did you enjoy the lemon? What was the best part? The worst part? Please let me know! That's what keeps me writing! See you soon! Also, the poem with 'violence' beginning every sentence was written by me and is entitled 'Violent Living'. The words Ken wrote on the paper are from the chorus of a song I wrote, entitled 'Lies of Living'.