We Met on a Wednesday

He knew he was something that shouldn't be. It was something that was always being told to him. He was fine with that; after all that was his life and maybe if he pretended to be what everyone else was he could live in some kind of relative peace. That was until his first mission happened. That's how he figured out how abnormal he really was. How he shouldn't be able to process compassion and empathy for those that he was supposed to use and kill. And yet, here he was living in a world where he didn't fit either side; one that would kill him no matter what. At least he had one advantage. The question was, for how long could he keep his true identity a secret from both sides.

Warning! This story involves a lot of angst, death, pain, blood, and maybe some dry and dark humor here and there. This story is not for everyone but I hope you enjoy it.

Please note that everything written is fictional, there are no pairings; and even if they were please respect the content creators with their wishes. Even so I will try my best to ask them beforehand if they're okay with it if they haven't specified.

If they have a problem with anything I have written they can tell me to take it down. Please be kind and respectful to them and remember to treat them like humans and not force them to do things they don't want.

If you like the story then I thank you for reading it, I have no clear schedule of when I'll upload chapters but I hope that you enjoy it either way. This will be posted on AO3 and Wattpad at around the same time. Also if you don't like this story then it's fine, I don't mind at all. But please be nice as I am trying my best.

Also if anyone wishes to read this and post it online, all I ask for is credit. And please ask me if you wish to translate it. I only post on Wednesday for this story. just random Wednesdays though.