Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Time of Your LIfe ❯ Assassins are Always Pick of the Litter ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4

Assassins Are Always Pick of the Litter

DivineAngel

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He swallowed as Mr. Brine looked up at them. He was covered slightly in dirt, Omi too, both of them had been working in the green house. Yohji looked fine because he had *supposedly* been studying, and Aya had been making lunch. That is, all before they decided to take some type of stand. "Ah, Hey Mr. Brine." Yohji began, damn they shouldn't have made Yohji the speaker. "We ah have some requests." Yohji continued a bit nervously.

Mr. Brine looked interested now, and the man looked up from where he sat working in the freshly painted living room. On one of the couched *they* had loaded in, as they did all the other furniture, not to mention they painted the walls as well. "Well boys." Mr. Brine said, and there was a soft chuckle as the man sat his pen and paper down. "Let's hear em." Mr. Brine encouraged. "Maybe we can make a deal."

"Well first…" Yohji began, before trailing to lick his lips. "We-we want…time to use the bathroom by ourselves."

"Done." Mr. Brine said firmly and they were all silent.

He sent a glance to Aya and the red head gave him a -that went well- look as Omi shift a bit. "Ok." Yohji smiled slightly, more confident since their first request was taken so well. "We also want our own rooms too."

"No." Mr. Brine answered, just as firmly. "But you have earned it to break into two rooms. Hidaka and Tsukiyono and Kudou and Fujimiya, split up like that."

They all nodded, that was better than bunks. "OK and…we also want more time for…our hobbies." Yohji continued.

Mr. Brine slowly raised his eyebrows in a -Is that so?- gesture and they all nodded with the silent question. "Well, and just what are your hobbies boys?" Mr. Brine asked with a grin.

"Well." He spoke up immediately, and everyone turned to him. "I…would like to…take soccer." he spoke quickly, his voice unable to hide his eagerness. "If-if that's ok." he than added.

"Excellent Hidaka!" Mr. Brine nodded. "Great for the body and it will wear you out so you shut up in this house!" He grinned. "What about you Fujimiya?"

"I haven't decided yet Sir." Aya answered.

"I have!" Yohji shoved Aya aside with a wide smile, and the red head frowned. "I want to continue the police files you let me have if I can sir!" Yohji exclaimed and Mr. Brine laughed.

"Excellent Kudou. Tsukiyono?"

"I don't know either Sir." Omi shrugged.

Mr. Brine nodded. "Fine than. Hidaka and Kudou you can have Weekdays from Three to five to develop you hobbies. Tsukiyono and Fujimiya I want you to find a hobby and report to me with it in two days. Or I'll give you one." Mr. Brine ordered and Omi made a face while Aya calmly nodded. "Now…I have to admit I am proud you boys have been shaping up so well, and while your planting SUCKS! Your medical training is improving so…I think it is time I can show you this." Mr. Brine said standing up and he was grinning ear to ear with Yohji. This sounded good already. Omi looked slightly more cautious though, and Aya was just patiently watching Mr. Brine start for the basement. "Follow me downstairs boys." Mr. Brine directed. "And DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING!"

They followed Mr. Brine down to the basement, then into their study room, and back into the gym room they had never been allowed in really. Just for that split second tour that let them stand in the entrance. "Keep UP Ladies!" Mr. Brine laughed leading them to the back mat area. Then one by one their mouths fell open and their eyes grew wide as they got a glimpse of the wall you *definitely* could not see from the door. Upon it hung all different types of weapons. Knives, darts, guns, blades, medieval trinkets, oriental kung-fu merchandise and more. Mr. Brine was grinning at their reaction, and practically laughing at Yohji's drooling expression.

"Can we touch them?!" Yohji shot taking a quick step forward.

"SHUT UP KUDOU!" Mr. Brine snapped and Yohji's smile was gone. "Boys I have a confession to make." Mr. Brine sighed and they were all silent. "I know you all have to look up to me as the law around here, but to be honest I won't be with you forever." Mr. Brine said, and it was odd when he heard those words. There was a sudden shock of disappointment and real sadness. Ironic when this was the same guy that stuck it to him when he was out of line. Mr. Brine was the closest thing to a father he had ever had. "Don't look so glum." Mr. Brine smiled kindly at them, before smirking as the man added a "Or smug Fujimiya." Aya cracked a smile with the comment. "Really what I am, is something bigger. My name isn't even Mr. Brine…I've had so many names I wouldn't be able to give you my real one as a first answer to the question. What I have been exposing you boys to is a small taste of another world. Just the tip of your tongue has been wet. Items like the weapons waiting behind me, are part of this other world. Something I can not show you…You have to want it for yourself."

"I am IN!" Yohji interrupted saluting the weapons.

"SHUT UP KUDOU!" Mr. Brine yelled again and he almost laughed.

"None of you are GOING ANYWHERE! Unless I HAVE FULL COOPERATION! You have to be willing to sign in with us, and right now it looks like your all ready to do that." They all nodded immediately. "Do you know why?" Mr. Brine asked and they were silent, nothing said. "It's because your all street urchins so to speak. Your all drifters in your own way, and I guarantee if you sign here…you'll never be alone again." He jumped as Omi suddenly took his hand. Omi's blue eyes were staring ahead at Mr. Brine like what the man had just said had been dictated from the heavens. "You'll have much you can loose, but you'll be in control of it." Mr. Brine stated and Aya's eyes feel to the floor. "You'll never again be hurt by strangers, or used." Yohji's eyes dropped. "And you'll have a place to go home to…every night." He too dropped his eyes, with the sudden sting in his chest when Mr. Brine's words hit so close. All of them were effected, and Mr. Brine knew it. The man wasn't stupid, and as gentle, and indirectly as they were told, every message hit home. They were being offered what they'd never had. What they'd always wanted. "I have given you a gift boys." Mr. Brine continued not unkindly. "What I have given you is…each other. Your now have three friends, who have seen every inch of you, and have had to Live WITH YOUR GOD DAMN WHINING!" He grinned. "I can give you more…but you have to want to hear what it is….and it's going to shock you."

"I want to hear it." Yohji nodded immediately.

"Us too!" Omi volunteered both of them and he nodded.

"Me too." Aya gave them a smile, and he laughed.

"Good." Mr. Brine was silent for a moment before gently clasping his hands. "Then..gO GET IN THE CAR! NOOOW!" Omi took off for the door, and he followed, Aya behind him.

"Where are we going?" Yohji asked.

"GOD DAMNT KUDOU!" Mr. Brine's yell meant Yohji was right behind them piling into the van complete with tinted windows, and watching Mr. Brine get in. "Now no questions. I am not the one who will answer them any longer. I've known this day would come, and…which ever of you don't get back into this car. Don't let it ever be said I didn't like you boys." Mr. Brine chuckled and he smiled softly with the kind words. "You were a good bunch, dumb as hell, but quick learners. I haven't had a bunch this good since…." Mr. Brine was silent for a moment, and Yohji nudged him as they saw the Police Station come into view. Aya gave them all a frown as they pulled in and parked before Mr. Brine turned around in its chair. "I don't think I've ever had a bunch this good. Now. Get OUT OF THIS CAR! AND MARCH INSIDE THAT BUILDING NOW!" They started scrambling out. "HAHAHAH! BYE BOYS! HAHAH!" Mr. Brine laughed and they all quickly hurried towards the building and straight inside. Stopping dead at the pretty woman who was standing in the middle of the lobby. Directly in front of the doors, hands on her hips smiling at them. Watching them all quickly clamor in, bump into each other lightly, and then stand there gawking.

"Let's go boys." She smiled. "It seems, we have some business together."

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"Is there supposed to be a difference?" He spit his question with disgust. He was back in the small waiting room they had first been in together. Staring downward and watching Yohji's foot bounce now that he had stopped bouncing his knee. The packet of paper that pretty woman had given each of them still in his hand. "Is there?" He looked up at Aya and Yohji since Omi was next to him.

"They are two different words." Yohji answered slowly, before offering a gentle shrug. "Murderer…and…assassin."

"Bullshit!" He growled, slouching into his chair, and looking back at the packet. She had given them a beautiful speech. Complete with those sharp brilliant eyes that sized them up and shot them down. She had showed them pictures, victims. Told them stories, how no justice was returned, how the families had mourned, how the killers had gone free. Offered them…a chance of a lifetime…or so she said. A chance for justice…or so she said. "How can this be justice." He hissed.

"Ken." Yohji called his name and he looked up because the tone was serious, and it wasn't often Yohji spoke with a serious tone. Just hearing it only helped to add tension and unease to the room because it was so unfamiliar. "What is it…you want to say."

His eyes fell back to the floor with his heavy sigh. "I…I just don't think it's fair. Why do we have to kill…them?"

"Ken's right." Omi nodded immediately. "We don't know anything about these people. I can't just kill people." Omi shot, tone anxious to be supported.

"Well that's why they would train us." Aya informed, opening the packet.

"So your saying you would Aya?" He threw his eyes up to the red head whom calmly looked up at him. "Your saying you would *kill* people? Kill them. You have no problem with that!?" He demanded. Aya was quiet.

"We always knew he was a murder." Yohji chuckled sending them a grin and slinging an arm around Aya's neck. "Fact of the matter is…which ever of us says no….walks out of here." Yohji continued, using the arm around Aya's neck to point a single finger to the door.

"What do you mean Yohji?" Omi asked, confused. "What do you mean, walk out of here?"

"Exactly that Omi." Yohji answered. "We just walk out…we'll have no where to go…or at least I wouldn't. And…I don't know about the rest of you, but….I don't really *feel* like…" He swallowed when Yohji's voice strained for a second before pausing to firm up. "I don't really feel like going back to where I was." Yohji's green eyes hid themselves for a minute before looking back up with a smile. "If we're only killing murderers, then we should cancel each other out. We're not really evil if we're doing good."

Aya nodded immediately. "That's right. If we're only promoting justice then…we're more like…"

Omi brightened, turning to him. "You did want to be a secret agent right Ken?" He frowned slightly as the thin elbow nudged him. "Maybe it's not secret agent…maybe its more like…"

"Super hero's!" Yohji shot and he laughed. "We're more like superhero's men. Good old fashion steal from the rich, give to the poor virtue."

"They said assassins, not robbers Kudou." Aya frowned at the analogy.

"We love you Fujimiya." Yohji sung leaning into Aya with a grin and the red head growled before flipping his packet open. "I am saying yes Guys. I have no where to go. I mine as well do this, or else I'll end up a robber." Yohji snort, and they all watched the blonde flip to the very last page and slowly pick up the pen they had all been given. Yohji paused for a moment looking down at the flat line, with the x next to it before inhaling and quickly sighing it. "There…" The green eyes flicked up. "Anyone coming with me?"

"I will come with you Yohji." Omi spoke up, and he whipped his head towards the boy watching the thin hand extend for the pen. "I do want you to come though Ken." Omi's eyes looked nervous when they turned to him. He knew Omi would be upset if he said no. "But I can't let Yohji go alone."

"Don't sign it Omi!" He yanked the pen away, and Omi frowned. "You want to Kill People! KILL PEOPLE! Are you serious!?"

"I wouldn't kill them Ken." Omi slowly took the pen from his hand with the soft voice. "I would save them."

"No Omi." Yohji shook his head for a moment, quickly reaching over and stopping Omi's hand from signing. "It wasn't a metaphor, we really would…be killing people."

He swallowed as the blue eyes frowned at them all. "I meant the victims they hadn't had a chance to hurt yet you guys!" Omi shot a little insulted as he pulled his hand from Yohji's and quickly signed his packed. "If we can stop them from hurting other people then…I guess that's about as much as I am worth." Omi sighed and the statement was frozen in his mind. He had never thought of it like that. As much as he was worth. What was he worth? A single human life was probably worth more than all of him. He wasn't anything. He wasn't anyone.

He froze as the pen was slowly extended to him. "Please sign Ken." Omi looked desperate, blue eyes locking on his as they held the pen. "Ken." he looked back down at his packet. He didn't have anywhere to go. No where. If he just signed, he could go back and stay at the shop. Just like this never happened. Learn more, and become…something good. "Please sign it Ken." He closed his eyes with Omi's request. The pen still hadn't moved, it was being offered to him with those big pleading blue eyes.

"Ok." He swallowed as he whispered his answer, and Omi smiled immediately. Quickly grabbing his hand and putting the pen inside it while smiling at him. "Ok." He nodded, his voice stronger as he looked up at Yohji and a green eye winked at him with a smile. A soft, almost affectionate smile that was happy to have him aboard as he scribbled his name down. "Here Aya." He extended the pen to the red head whom simply looked at it. "Come on."

"Come with us Aya!" Omi smiled the exclamation, reaching out and grabbing the red head's knee as Aya took the pen. "Alright! We can all stay together this way!" Omi exclaimed. "And we'll do a good job too, I know it." He smiled at the happy statement watching Aya sigh the paper.

"There." The violet eyes looked up at them, watching them all smile, before Aya slowly mimicked. "I can't believe you talked me into this."

"Hahah!" Yohji stated laughing first as he chuckled with Omi before -BAM- the door swung open and smacked the inside wall, and they all jumped out of their skin.

"Wonderful choice boys." She said.

"Ahh geez." He growled under his breath at he looked at her. Such a pretty woman standing in their doorway grinning at them. If women really could grin, maybe she was just the only one.

"Now get up. In two hours, you go back with Mr. Brine…to your home." She watched them swallow, and Omi smiled at them with the word Home. "But for now…you are mine, and we have some paper work to fill out so get up, and lets go." They got up and followed her, back out to the blah walls and chaos before down another more secluded one. Then a dark flight of stairs and to a basement room. All of them watching her walk to the door they approached, press the intercom and mumble something before stepping back as it opened.

He squint, and so did everyone else. The room inside was white everywhere, and the light comparison was intense. "Come on!" She called to them as she started in. Stopping inside as the door shut behind them and they let their eyes adjust. "What do you think of the color?"

"Uh…it's fine." He gave her a lop sided grin when she motioned to all the white. "Nice and…clean." He gave her something more when she kept looking at him, and she smiled.

"And thus will be your code name…Weiss Kreuz."

"What the hell is Weiss?" Yohji asked droning out his question like it was the stupidest thing he'd ever heard, and she almost laughed as Yohji gave the entire room a -this is contaminated with un-fun- look.

"It's what you will be. You four, Ken, Aya, Omi, and you Yohji, will now be…Weiss Kreuz." She looked at their confused faces. "It's German. Look it up when you get home." One of her green eyes winked at them, but Omi smiled the second she said -home again. "Now follow me." She turned, walking through the large room of tables and shelves, and personnel, to a side room. It was about the size of an office, and he groaned when he recognized it as a doctors office. "Get your clothes off." she nodded at them as a few personnel came in. The same guy they had seen before who said he didn't need them, and two nurses. "Don't be shy boys!" She smiled at how slowly they were undressing. "Everyone in this room is working for you now….Let's see if you can work for us." He just growled at her statement as he threw his clothes to the side until he was in his briefs.

"You know Yohji." He watched the green eyes turn to him as Yohji pulled his briefs off. "We should have requested boxers while we were at it."

"Yeah I agree." He grinned at Omi's digested expression as the boy tossed everything to the side and Aya nodded as well. They were all slightly stiff, not really blushing just tense because everyone else in the room was wearing clothes.

"Hello Wiess." They doctor they had all seen before stepped up and they turned to him. "I am Dr. Brine, I'll be your Doctor." The man said and they all instantly made a face with the name coincidence.

"They already have someone with that name." The pretty woman spoke immediately.

"Oh." The doctor frowned slightly and cleared his throat. He still looked exactly the same way he had last time they saw him. Still mid thirties, docker pants, white lab coat and dress shirt. Hell for all he knew, the man hadn't moved nor changed since they had last seen him. "In that case I am Dr. Smith, and I'll be your doctor." The man repeated and he grinned as Yohji started suppressing a laugh, and snorted slightly. "These two nurses will be helping me out, since we're working together now. We need to know as much about you as we can in two hours so just cooperate." the guy informed but still, he took a few fast steps back as a nurse stepped forward and he smacked into the examining table nosily making Aya laughed.

The nurse ignored this and just smiled at them before glancing at her clip board. "Weiss line up according to…." she paused to read her paper. "I want Kudou, then Fujimiya, Hidaka and Tsukiyono." She nodded watching Aya and Yohji start moving.

"Ken will you switch places with me?" Omi whispered elbowing him slightly.

"What? Are you crazy?" He whispered back.

"Please? I hate being on the end." Omi whispered, unintentionally giving him one of the famous pouts he couldn't say no to.

"Fine." He sighed, and Yohji send Omi a humored look when the boy stood where he went instead.

"Good." the nurse smiled at them. "Ok Fujimiya go with her." Aya left with the other nurse. "Kudou, back up to the table. "Hidaka, over to the counter, and Tsukiyono fill this for me." He took the small sample cup she gave him. "There is a bathroom for you right there." She smiled pointing over to the side as he stood there staring back at her patient expression. …Ok. ….Yeah. He wasn't Omi.

"Um….here." He extended the cup to Omi who snapping it away with a blush and started for the bathroom. "I am Hidaka." He grinned.

She gave him a look. "Very funny." She wasn't at all amused.

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His already annoyed expression, was sinking to a deep frown as the pretty woman walked back into the room. They had been there for maybe an hour so far, and my god he had never felt so violated in all his life. Standing next to the counter naked as some specialist messed around in his mouth. Yohji had been shipped off to where ever Aya went after trading places with Omi. Who now stood next to the table with his arms out being measured everywhere. He sighed as he glanced over. Omi's eyes were tightly closed, blushing hard, and trembling ever so slightly. "Hey lady!" He watched those brilliant eyes turn to him as the doctor finally pulled out of his mouth. Yet, instead of just turning to him, she looked and then started right to him. Jesus! She was nosy! He backed up against the counter, and covered himself with his hands. "You want to bug off or something!?" He shot, mustering the best frown he could as she slowly leaned down and right into his face. My God! He thought his heart would explode! She was like some magnificent predator. One you had to admire from afar or else you'd be eaten, while at the same time all of her prey would be lulled in marveling at perhaps a single feature alone.

"My name….is Manx…Ken." He swallowed. "And no. I am in charge of your operation. So I think I'll just stick around." She smiled for a minute, laughing slightly at the hot blush in his face as she slowly leaned away.

Yohji came walking in, wearing a open robe. Still no modesty once so ever, grinning at Omi's face before glancing at him. "Hey Ken! Just what do you think your doing!?" He pulled his eyes away from Manx's brilliant green color inches from him to look at Yohji's frown. Yohji was squinting at him for getting so close to -his girl- "I was gone for one minute and this is what I come back to!?" He jumped as Manx grunt for a moment before turning around and leaving. Ignoring Yohji as she strolled by and the green eyes sent Omi a look. "Thanks a lot Omi. Just let him stab me in the back."

Omi's eyes opened slightly, surrounded by a concerned expression as they looked at Yohji but said nothing. Slowly turning around with his arms out for the nurse measuring it, before sighing heavily as she finished. "You're a brat kid." Yohji grinned taking his robe off and throwing it over Omi's shoulders. Omi responded to the soft cotton instantly, with thin hands that frantically snuggled the rope tightly around his body. "I shouldn't even let you have my robe after sporting around in here with Ken." "Yohji snort with a grin.

"Th-thanks Yohji-k-kun." Omi muttered, breathing the words down to the table and Yohji stiffened slightly.

Even from the counter he could see the shock in Yohji's face. Omi was just leaning into the examining table eyes closed, tightly wrapped in the robe when he spoke. Yohji stiffened the moment he heard, but the tense expression faded to that of almost a tender affectionate look. Smiling softly as the blonde ran a hand onto Omi's shoulder before gently into the boy's hair and ruffling it softly.

"Anytime brat." Yohji muttered softly to Omi's tense body before looking over at him, and frowning at his wide grin and eyebrow wiggle. "Shut your mouth Hidaka. You want to go? Want to go?" Yohji asked, boxer shuffling for a second.

"Come on and take me Yohji." He waved his hand to coax the blonde over, but Yohji just smiled and stood where he was. Who wanted to wrestle around here without any clothes anyway.

"Relax you too." Yohji grinned the moment Manx was back. "Hidaka, Kudou get some robes on and follow Dr. Smith please." He caught the robe Yohji tossed to him, as the blonde pulled one on. Following Dr. Smith with a heavy sigh down the hall, and meeting up with Aya they were lead to a small lobby. "None of your are in any trouble." Manx informed once they were inside. "It's company policy we have a look at your minds, so you'll all be psychologically evaluated…and the results for each of you may be given to your teammates."

"What?" He frowned immediately, yelling before Aya had a chance. "Look it's one thing to humiliate us like that, but if you want an analysis I am sure as hell going to be lying my ass off in there if the results aren't even personal!"

"Relax Hidaka." she smiled softly at him, and he shut up immediately. It was the first soft smile he had ever seen, and she looked beautiful that way. "It's not as though your team mates will be handed over *all* your results. You will just be given a few words to brief each other on problems you may or may not be willing to admit to each other yet. Only those types we feel may interfere with battle. Of course…we won't do that until you get to battle" She ignored his disgusted look, and everyone else's too as she pointed to Yohji. "Your up first Kudou. Tsukiyono you too." He gave Omi a reassuring smile and Yohji a sly grin as the two boys started to one of the two doors that were on the one wall.

Manx simply watched before casually sitting in one of the waiting chairs and crossing her legs. "Each of your sessions will be approximately a half an hour. So it will be a wait." Aya nodded, but he ignored the fact she spoke and slowly sat while staring at the small all white clock on the wall. The only way you could even see the numbers and hands, was because they were a darker egg shell. Before today, he had never even seen an all white clock. In a way it was more impressive then the huge all white rooms. To think, they even bothered to customize their clocks so.

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"Your up Fujimiya." Manx said and Aya got up when Yohji came out. He sat up immediately when he got a better look at the blonde. Yohji looked terrible. He had heard the boy yelling a few times in the room, but nothing that made him suspicious enough to threaten to get up and check it out.

"Yohji you alright?" He reached for the blonde's arm as Yohji sat down next to him, but Yohji gently pulled it away before quickly sitting still and wiping his eyes. "What did he say?" He whispered

"Ken." He felt himself getting nervous as Yohji turned to him. "They know…everything about us. How could they…how can they know…everything!?" Yphji hissed in a whisper, and he shook his head immediately gently running his hand onto Yohji's shoulder as the boy sniffled. "Jesus Christ. The things he said to me. The things….he'd known I done." Yohji whispered softly and squeezed the blonde's shoulder reassuringly. "I am ashamed of the things I've done Ken." Yohji muttered, before looking up at him with wet eyes. "R-really they're not so bad but…they mean something to me."

"I know Yohji." He slid his arm around the strong shoulders, saying nothing more as the green eyes just turned away and remained silent. Yohji was lost in thought as he calmed, and he glanced up when he heard Omi yell something inside the room. Maybe he should threaten to get up and open Omi's door he thought. Or better yet…just do it.

"Stay where you are Hidaka." His head whipped to the side when Manx spoke, like she had read his mind. Her brilliant eyes watching both him and Yohji, like two crystal balls that could see into the future and into their souls. "What is being said inside that room…is for the best. Tsukiyono needs to hear it."

"What are you!-" He stopped when he heard Omi start yelling again. Loud enough for him to hear the boy was begging to leave the room. "What are you saying to him!?" he demanded.

"What he needs to hear." She replied softly, almost sympathetically, but at the same time stiff enough to get things done.

"How do you know what he needs to hear!" He pulled his arm off Yohji, and quickly stood up, but she didn't seem alarmed. "I think your head games are sick! I am not going to sit around and let you mess everyone up!" He started stomping towards Omi's door and she made no move to stop him. Just smiled slightly as he kicked it in, startling Omi who spun around in his chair while he got a look at the room. It was a soft gray, very small. Just the man behind the desk, and Omi in a chair in front of it.

"Ken!?" Omi cried shocked

"Come on Omi." He said glaring at the man and taking a step back opening the door wider as a signal for Omi to leave. Omi's crying blue eyes quickly glanced back at the man before scrambling up and behind him. Watching the guy like he was, who like Manx made no move to stop them as he shut the door with Omi outside. "Are you ok?" He turned to the tear streaked face that was sniffling. "He didn't hurt you right?" He asked concerned.

"No." Omi answered softly shaking his head, before jumping as Yohji walked up from behind. "It's just…" Omi he stammered. "I-it's j-just he…he said…said I…my dad…." He watched Omi fumble around with his words before just silencing. Taking a step back to Yohji as he gently pushed him away and took the door knob handle.

"Come on Omi. Sit with me." Yohji grinned at Omi who buried his face with his hands and nodded. Waving bye to him softly as he opened up the door and walked in. Directly to the chair and sat down, staring back at the man.

"Hi." He grinned bitterly, glaring ahead mad. What a bastard this man was, to fuck up Yohji and Omi like that. "You want to talk to me?"

"Yes." The man smiled, voice almost monotone, completely in control and he realized he wanted to imitate, and calm down. "I want to talk to you about…your family."

"No reason to…I never met them. For as long as I remember I've been on my own. I lived with my uncle until I left." He answered quickly.

"Did you choose to live with your uncle Ken?"

"Yeah. I liked the old guy." He grinned at the man, but it was spiteful. He was going to come out on top here, he was going to watch his answers and do good.

"Ken." The man sighed his name slightly and with a tone that was almost scolding him. The second he heard it he felt a bit on edge. It was the -I know something you don't know- tone that lingered mockingly around elementary playgrounds. "Ken don't lie to me." the man continued. "I already know about your uncle…and I already know about your family." He felt sudden butterflies start blooming in his stomach with the statement, but he kept a straight face. "Why did your mother send you to live with your uncle Ken?"

Ok. He had two roads he could take. He could lie and see what he could get away with. Or face the honest truth. If Yohji was right, the guy did know about him. In which case, he'd look smarter going down the second road, but at the same time whatever the guy didn't know he'd just be divulging. "Because she was a prostitute." He finally answered and the man looked a bit surprised he admitted that. "Because she worked from our home, and the guys would come there." He explained and the man was quiet, the silence making his stomach tighter.

He couldn't second guess if his answer had been really good, or really bad! Now with the man simply looking at him it seemed it was neither and only made him panic and flinch just a hair when the man finally spoke. "…Impressive for you to admit that Ken. Aren't you ashamed your mother was a prostitute?"

"No." He spit firmly.

"You should be Ken." the man stated calmly, feeling him out.

"No I shouldn't be. That's what she did for a living. Not who she was." He spit his voice firm despite his self control, self strength, and confidence he could feel dwindling away. This was like sitting under a microscope.

"But if…that's not who she was…then why did she send you to live with your uncle?" the man asked, voice slow, confident, and full of answers.

He was going to kill the man. The soft calm way he spoke and kept smiling. He could feel two parts to himself rising up slowly. The part of him that had always got him in trouble with his temper, and the part of him that always made him cry. "B-because" he wanted to kill himself for stuttering. "Because one night one of her customers made a move on me." he answered, dropping his eyes to his lap for just a second. For just a little to keep himself going, no matter how bad he wanted to just stare down or look away from the man.

There was another lapse of silence. "…How far did he get Ken?"

He looked away, taking a deep breath. He could hear his heart pounding in his chest. "Not-not so far." He answered, nodding with his words.

"Are you lying to me Ken?"

He squeezed his eyes for a moment, struggling to keep his breathing calm as he looked back up. His temperament was falling, his want to cry rising. Inside he was see-sawing back and forth towards a constant nausea. "I am told he was…was touching me. But I can't remember it in-in detail." He answered. "It only upsets me because people ridicule my mother for it. It wasn't her fault. She didn't want it to happen."

"But it happened anyway didn't it Ken." He didn't say anything. "She let it happen anyway." Again he said nothing. "Why wasn't she watching you? Good mothers always watching their children Ken. She must not have been a very good mother."

"She was…a wonderful mother." He felt tears pricking at his eyes as he remembered her. Just small things. The way she sighed seconds before she picked him up, the way she frowned when he always refused to take a bath, and the smell of the shampoo she always used to wash his hair with. "She was wonderful." He growled. "That's why she got me out of there!"

"Maybe it's just because you wouldn't cooperate. Did you like that man touching you?" the man asked just as calmly as he had stated his greeting.

"No I didn't! And that's *not* why she moved me." He spit frowning.

"How do you know? Did you ever ask her?" The man slowly cocked a single eyebrow and he swallowed.

"…No." He quickly wiped some tears from his eyes. "No I didn't. I never got a chance."

"What if I could call her now. Would you want to talk to her?"

"No I wouldn't." He quickly answered.

"Why Ken. Because she would be ashamed of you? Be mad you left your uncle? Ran away and never came back? Her baby, out on the streets…and what have you amounted to Ken? Nothing. Your nothing."

"She-she wouldn't say that." He choked. He could hardly find his anger now. All there was, was the parching tug in the back of his throat that told him to cry. He could feel himself groping for his anger like he was blind as he fought back his tears. His anger would be his strength, his anger would save him if he could only find it!

"Then why wouldn't you call her?"

"Because I don't know if she's dead or alive, and I am better off not knowing. That way I'll always assume she's alive." He whispered, he wasn't so sure his voice would come out as strong as he wanted it to if he spoke.

"You can't face that your nothing can you Ken." He stood up, wiping the tears from his eyes. His heart booming in his chest. HOW COULD THIS GUY KNOW! KNOW HIS PAST THIS WAY! "Can't face it can you Ken." he started for the door. "That's why you turn your back on me now, isn't it Ken?"

He grabbed the door knob and ripped it open. "No. I turn my back on you because…you-you don't know who I am. And your using the past to hurt me, to see where I break….well I got news for you." He wiped the tears from his eye with a violent stroke. "I don't break. I just keep going and….that's where…you loose and I win. Because I can walk away from *this*, and *you*…and I still know…who I am." He slammed the door in the man's face with a hiccup. His bottom lip quivering slightly, that was as much anger as he could muster, and still it couldn't stop him from crying. His eyes were beading over with fresh tears he quickly wiped away before turning around.

There was Yohji. His first sight, the blonde on his feet a foot behind him, hand outstretched seconds from making contact with his shoulder. Aya and Omi were still sitting in their chairs, Aya looked just as upset, and Omi was huddled into the guy's side. "My." He began speaking, swallowing hard before he spit his first word so his voice would be strong and get their attention. He didn't want to seem like he was hiding from what he was going to share, despite the fact that hiding is what he wished he could do. "My…My mother was a prostitute." He spit quickly and Yohji's hand dropped quickly back to his side with a hard swallow. "She used to operate out of our house because….that's what she did for a living…to make money." he explained with the slightest of shrugs. "One day….a customer made a move on me…so she moved me to my uncles house…I never liked the guy." He continued. His eyes falling to the floor. His hands wiping his tears. Yohji gently touched his shoulder. "So I ran away, and never went back….I am on my own….now…..well…was until this." He shrugged gently, mustering a smile as Yohji's hand gave him a quick squeeze.

"Both my parents were killed in my home." Aya suddenly spoke and they all turned to the red head. "The man…who killed them…ran my sister over in front of my eyes….she's in a coma now." Aya stated softly, and there was a short lapse of silence. No one said anything, and he knew he was just staring at the red head. Who knew. Aya, the attempted murderer, possibly their leader, had a family, and not just a family! A practically deceased family! My god that was horrible. "In order to make money for her hospital bills." Aya continued. "I robbed…and…I tried to kill the man who did that my family….so-"

"-So you really are a murder!?" Yohji mustered a bright grin immediately, watching the violet eyes squint.

"Attempted." Aya growled.

"My…" Omi whispered, sitting up a little and swallowing. "My family…whoever they are I-I never knew them. I don't know if…if they own me…or…maybe." Omi's eyes dropped to his lap with a small shrug. "Maybe someone else owns me but…I-I just stay…at the school." He watched Omi stop as a reluctant hiccup came and the boy wiped his eyes. "I-I don't seem to have a home of-of any k-kind I-I just s-stay at the s-school." Omi sniffled, and again there was a sort silence.

"You've been living in that school as a home?!" Yohji finally shot as thought that were crazy and Omi nodded softly. "For how long?!" Yohji demanded, blown out of the water with this.

"For ah…" Omi trailed for a moment, as thought counting. "For ahh….nine years."

"Jesus." Yohji whispered a growl of detest, and his face fell crashing to a hard frown. "That's horrible Omi." Yohji finally muttered.

"The kids there make fun of me! I Hate It!" Omi suddenly yelled, and Yohji jumped. Omi's outburst was the loudest thing in the room, and the boy grit his teeth and even snarled a little with it. It really did sound like the boy hated it. "That's why…I wanted to…sign the-the contract so bad!" Omi explained. "I didn't want to go back! I'd rather stay here with you guys!" The boy shot, sending glances to all of them. "I-I am really very lucky to be here." Omi whispered slightly, stifling a sad smile.

He swallowed, wiping his eyes slightly from Omi's last statement. Lucky to be there, hell, it was scary to think of where he'd be if he wasn't there. Omi just nodded softly though, leaning back into Aya content and finished.

"We're all lucky to be here Omi." Aya hushed laying a hand on the boy's forehead for a moment, before gently taking his hand, and glancing to Yohji…expectantly waiting to hear the past like the rest of them.

"Well I…" the blonde shift for a moment. "I never liked my….father…We didn't get along so I left home…Ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time…" Yohji shrugged again, but the green eyes were on the floor as they spoke. Yohji was having a harder time with this then he was trying to admit. "I saw…a murder…A young girl…Murdered and…got wrapped up with the murderers…So to speak…. I had to leave my area…Used all the money I had to get away and….then I didn't have any money. I couldn't get a job because I looked so poor, so I turned to…prostitution myself…wasn't all bad, but…wasn't so great." He watched Yohji shrug again, and he just nodded, no one said anything. Slowly he extended his hand towards Yohji's shoulder from where he stood a foot from the blonde.

"It's fine Yohji." He smiled at the green eyes that looked at him when he his fingers made contact. "It's fine. Doesn't mean…anything." He whispered, and there was a moment where Yohji just looked up at him expressionless before a soft smile bore. One of those affectionate lanky grins appeared and the strong arms grabbed him in for a hug. Squeezing him, and he smiled slightly. Holding the blonde who just sighed heavily over his shoulder while Omi quickly got up.

"Come on Aya." Omi encouraged pulling the red head up with him before coming to both him and Yohji and hugging. Omi's closed blue eyes tense like they would cry again but didn't as the boy latched on and thanked every god he knew of he had someone to hug.

As soon as Aya reluctantly got close enough with Omi's pulling, he and Yohji grabbed him and pulled him in as well. "This is it then right?" Omi muttered softly and he turned to the boy in time to watch those brilliant blue eyes open and look up at all three of them. "I'll be really mad at you guys if we don't stick together now that I just told you everything." Omi smiled.

"Haha." Aya choked a small laugh before nodding with the statement. "He's right." Aya stated. "No matter what they call us…Weiss or whatever…We just stay together. Get the job done, well be ok."

"Yeah." Yohji sighed a grin, swatting Omi's back, and the smallest body wavered in their hug but smiled just the same

"We just stick together." He nodded, watching Omi nod a few more times to back him up before laughing at Yohji's wink. So it was decided. The four of them…would become the one, because really, there was no place better to be, and no one better to be with. They were the pick of the litter.

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Aww *glomps* this chapter was kinda hard to write. Hope it wasn't to OOC I tried hard! Review for me! Thanks!

NOTE: I'd just like to take a moment and thank all of you who have been reviewing…THANK YOU!!!! *GLOMPS!!*

Misura- Of course I have to thank you, your work has almost been an inspiration to me. To all other authors if you haven't read Misura's work you should. She's SO talented!!! Your comments are great encouragement-thanks so much!!

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D.D.- Thanks so much for your constructive criticism, I just wanna explain myself a bit. This story is slightly, and I do mean slightly alternate universe in a way I couldn't really explain which is Why I didn't type it as an alternate universe story. I did mention in my note this is my spin on things-so I think if you read on you'll see some of the very things you mentioned to me in your email fall into play. Really I just had a bunch of fun twisting what I learned from the anime in my own story. I hope you can bare with me~ and leave me some reviews as my story develops because I'd really love to satisfy your desire to keep the boys in character (as far as their pasts are concerned) as an author. Also note we don't see the boys in the anime until their older (Omi is seventeen and so one) While their pasts are described (Vaguely) we're never given any idea of how many years those particular aspects of their past were in play. (For instance, Yohji was a P.I..but for how long?) The aspect of time is perhaps one the aspects myself as an author twisted the most. Any who! I hope this response was helpful, and if you have anymore comments, or know anything else you didn't mention in your email please feel free to email me anytime! Thanks again! and I really hope you continue reading! :)

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