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Thicker Than Blood	By : SylverIce2 Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 1419 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Yohji set Brianna on the couch, and she curled up away from him,
hiding her face in a throw pillow. He sat down in the armchair, his
elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. He sighed, pushing his
golden hair back and sitting up to face her. “We’re not
allowed to refuse the contract on your life. All we can do is try to
prove that you’re not involved with Sarisho. Brianna, I’m
sorry you found out about it this way.

“The four of us have been assassins for years. Omi was only
fifteen when Weiss was brought together. That’s who we are -
Weiss, the white hunters of darkness. We all have our reasons for
becoming what we are today. Aya’s parents were killed, and his
sister hit by a car. She was in a coma for three years before she
woke up. Ken was a soccer player. He was set up by a man he thought
was his friend, and was kicked out of the league; he was also nearly
burned to death. Omi was kidnapped when he was a little, and raised
to be an assassin by the man that brought the rest of us together. I
- I lost my partner. We were private detectives, and she was shot and
killed during one of our kidnapped girl cases.

“We’re stained with blood. It will never wash off of
our hands, and we try to stay away from innocents. Aya’s sister
is an exception because he is all the family that she has; he gave up
his soul to protect her. Her name is Aya, too - he changed his name
from Ran to Aya to remember her, when he didn’t think that she
would ever wake up. He got his revenge eventually; it turns out that
the man who brought us together and raised Omi was the Police
Commissioner, who is also the brother of Reiji Takatori, who was
behind the Fujimiyas’ deaths. The four of us destroyed the
entire Takatori clan.” Yohji paused, remembering how difficult
it was for them all, especially Omi. I’m not sure that I
would have survived finding my family again, and then being forced to
kill them because they were evil.

Brianna had turned her face from the pillow to look at Yohji, her
tears abating in the torrent of his words. He looked haunted. “Omi
had to kill his family?”

“Omi killed his brothers himself. Though now we’re not
sure if they were his brothers or his cousins, as there’s some
question as to whether Persia or Takatori was his real father. We’ve
all had to kill someone close to us. My partner came back,
brainwashed and set against us. Ken’s friend from soccer came
back and was one of our targets. Aya nearly lost his sister, and
another girl that he’d befriended, and even threatened to kill
Persia.

“None of us are innocent anymore, Brianna. None of us know
how to forget the sins and blood and death that has attached to us.
You were like a breath of fresh air for us. We’re all a little
bit in love with you because of that.”

“I’m not innocent.” Her voice was a whisper. “I
haven’t been innocent since him.”

“Since who, Brianna? Omi said that you said you were
married?” Yohji’s green eyes stared into her silver ones.

“When I was in high school, I met someone. I thought that I
loved him, and he professed to love me. We dated for nearly four
years, and once we graduated, we got married. I was going to college
nearby, and he’d been accepted to a larger school in the city.
When we were in high school, it was perfect. But when we moved into
our own apartment, in the city, right after graduation, it became a
nightmare. Slowly, he cut me off from my family; Brenna and Jade were
the only ones who even tried to keep in contact, after all of the
lies he told about me. My parents gave up, trying to push through the
barriers of voice mail and messages and polite lies that he fenced me
in with. My friends from school stopped calling, or inviting me out.
He made sure that I didn’t have time for them; he’d tell
them that he was giving me their messages, when he wasn’t, so
that when I saw them, they’d be mad at me.

“Eventually it was easier to give in to him than to fight
him. He had me convinced that I needed him for everything, that I was
worthless without him - that I couldn’t survive without him
there to make decisions for me. I ended up dropping out of school so
that I could work more, and have more time to take care of housework
and meals and him. I couldn’t pick up any of my art supplies
without him having a tantrum about how I was ignoring him.

“Two years later, my cousin Brenna came to town for an
extended period for work, and she spent a lot of time with me while
he was in classes and working. She forced me to see what he was doing
to me. I confronted him about the fact that I wasn’t happy, and
he seemed to take it well. I moved out and got a hotel room while I
figured out what I wanted to do. A week later, he was waiting for me
in the hallway. He shoved me into my room, and assaulted me.

“He spent two days with me there. He did everything
imaginable to make me hate myself, to make me hate the touch of
another, to make me doubt my own sanity and reason and intelligence.
He raped me, mind, body, and soul. He degraded me, and talked down to
me, and forced me to say horrible things about myself.”
Brianna’s tears started again, silently, even as she recited
her story in a cold, chilling voice. “Finally, he beat me until
I was unconscious, and left me in that hotel room for dead. If Brenna
hadn’t come looking for me, I would have died.

“It took me a long time to get better, and while I was in
the hospital, my parents and Brenna were pursuing an arrest. He’s
in jail now - it was the last thing that my parents did. They died in
a car accident on the way home from his trial. And I lived with that
for four years before I moved here and met all of you, and believed
myself safe.” She started laughing, the same macabre sound as
in the hallway. “My instincts are as good as ever, I see. After
him, four assassins. Who took a hit on me.”

Yohji shook his head. “What do I have to do to convince you
that I - that WE don’t want you dead?”

“I don’t know. I’m not sure that there is
anything.” She wiped at the tears on her face, taking deep
breaths. “I really trusted you guys. I - I wish I could trust
my own feelings.”

“Why shouldn’t you? You were young when you met that
guy. You were too inexperienced to be able to make a call like that,
and it’s the crazy ones that seem normal. It’s the crazy
ones that can pretend to be everything that you want until they’re
close enough to take what they want. And no one - not you, not me,
not even Aya - can determine who they are with absolute certainty.
All I can ask is this: at any point, with any of us, did you feel
like we would take advantage of you, or force you to do anything that
you didn’t want?”

Brianna closed her eyes, trying to recall every second of the time
she’d spent with them all. Moments flashed by in her mind, of
flowers and homework and art and conversation. And not once could she
remember anything uncomfortable or unsettling or upsetting. She shook
her head. “Not once. All I have is a sense of comfort, of
safety.”

“Please don’t hate us for what we do. Please…I
know that we can’t wash the blood away, and we can’t fix
any of our pasts to be other than violent and disturbing - but we
have the chance to help each other heal. Will you help us? Will you
be a part of our family?”

Brianna shook her head. “I can’t decide on that right
now. I need time to think. Let me have some time.”

Yohji sighed. “I figured that’d be what you said. We
can’t give you much time though. If you’re going to go
back to Sarisho, then you’ll need protection. You’ll need
us to keep you safe. Because you’re the only link we have right
now, and we want to make sure that nothing happens to you before we
can clear your name.”

“Give me until morning. I’ll answer you then.”
She motioned towards the door, and Yohji stood up, nodding.

“I understand. Whatever you answer, we’ll keep you
safe until Sarisho is out of the way. You have my word on that,
whatever the word of a murderer is worth to you.” He walked out
of the apartment with a heavy heart.

All of our lives rest in her hands now. All we can do is wait
until morning.
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