Well today i thought i'd give you people just a tid-bit of my past....lets just say my parents found out about my gift when i was about 4...they abndoned me and i lived on the streets till i was 13 and Crawford came and took me under his icy wing to be one of Schwarz.(thats how it roughly happened)... now i'm a killer. the word "assasin" is to clean for me....we kill and thers nothing glamourus about it.....its mindless slaughter. we take any mission we can get for the filthy money evry dark human soul craves. we kill without a conchence or any sence of guilt....well i feel guilt back in the rececces of my mind but i put that feeling deep inside myself and try to forget about it. my "gift" is a curse! a disgusting filthy defect. Crawford believes us to be the next stepp in human evolution...i dissagree! i dont see the four of us as anything greater then AIDS victems. our abilities are like cancer. it eats us from the inside......untill were nothing but a lifeless husk of flesh that kills because thats all we know how to do....and to think...Omi's been doing this sort of thing even before Aya of any of us. how does he keep his smile shinning in the darkness? how does he seem to be the soul of life in our secret little socioty? its amazing how he remains himself....but perhaps i find it hard to be myself because i never knew myself....i don't know who i am any more! i look in the mirror and see eyes that look back at me....but there not my eyes...i don't recognize them and it disturbs me...my hands are so stained with blood i dont know how i can find the gentleness in them to brush away his tears when he crys late a night when were alone in the cover of the darkness....our little meetings away from prying eyes.....he feels for all of us i believe. he feels our sorrow...our hate...our fear...and most of all our lost happieness...it puzzles me how he does this....its funny really...how i start to tell something about myself and i find myself thinking about Omi. then again perhaps its not weird...he seems to know who i am...maybe one day if i gain the courage i can ask him. i want to know who i am.....please somebody tell me....who...am I?..................