Hello, minna-chan! Here's my (not-so-happy) happy fic about Farfello! I know it's rather short, but I'm going to write more soon. ^.^ Enjoy the Farfie-goodness! Oh, I don't own WeiB Kruez or Farfello or anything of that sort... *worships Project WeiB and all those other things... with the stuff...* Once again, enjoy!
-Ryze Phoenix-
My young self hopes. For what? My young self prays. Why? My young self yearns. How come? My young self knows. I don't understand... It once was said that age makes us wise. No, age steals what we have; it gives us nothing to hope for, nothing to pray for, nothing to yearn for, nothing to know. It steals away our life. No, I cannot blame age. It's done no wrong. It's just a helpless soul, hoping, praying, yearning to know more. Kami-sama. It's all kami-sama's fault. That's why I must kill him. I hope, pray, yearn to kill him. It is my destiny to overthrow him... or is my destiny to be destroyed by him? Destroyed like my dear mother, caring father, and loving sister. Alone. That's what he's made of me. I am his prey, his target, his victim. How cruel is this man? This horrible man everyone else gives love to. Everyone hasn't seen his dark side; they aren't his victims. That's why I've become what I am... a sinner.
"Tell me I am a sinner!" I shouted.
There was no answer. There will never be an answer. Just silence... horrible silence. How I loathe it, the words of kami-sama. Silence...
"Answer me!" I yelled.
There was no answer. There will never be an answer. Just silence... horrible silence...
"No," I said, pulling out a knife. "There is not just this horrible silence..."
But perhaps I was wrong... No, I am never wrong. Kami-sama was wrong. It was he who brought the singing. The singing of ten innocent voices, ringing in my sinful ears. My lips curved into a smile.
"There are still more sins in the world. More sins waiting for me," I told myself. Or perhaps I was telling kami-sama... Perhaps...
The voices drew closer; I could feel the pureness of their souls struggle against the darkness of mine. I held the knife tightly with my hands, slowly drawing it closer to my face. Once it was close enough I slowly slide its blade across my cheek, the sharp point slicing open the thin layer of skin, the sweet red sap inside oozing out, gradually covering my face in its crimson tint. My mouth curved into a smile once more, my tongue lashed out, licking the luscious blood creeping out from under my flesh. It tasted so sweet, so sugary, yet so salty at the same time. Almost bitter, almost sour, and yet... so good. My desire for more would soon be quenched, the singing drawing even closer. My smile appeared even more devilish, a curved line, looking so evil, so wonderful. My golden eye flashed in the candle's dim lighting, the fire reflecting upon it.
"Soon," I said. "Soon."
To be continued...
And... Ta da! I hope you liked it... ^.^ As I said before, I'm going to write more soon. Please review it, by the way! I will be very happy then... ^.^ Well, that's about it. Tell me what you think!
-Ryze Phoenix-
My young self hopes. For what? My young self prays. Why? My young self yearns. How come? My young self knows. I don't understand... It once was said that age makes us wise. No, age steals what we have; it gives us nothing to hope for, nothing to pray for, nothing to yearn for, nothing to know. It steals away our life. No, I cannot blame age. It's done no wrong. It's just a helpless soul, hoping, praying, yearning to know more. Kami-sama. It's all kami-sama's fault. That's why I must kill him. I hope, pray, yearn to kill him. It is my destiny to overthrow him... or is my destiny to be destroyed by him? Destroyed like my dear mother, caring father, and loving sister. Alone. That's what he's made of me. I am his prey, his target, his victim. How cruel is this man? This horrible man everyone else gives love to. Everyone hasn't seen his dark side; they aren't his victims. That's why I've become what I am... a sinner.
"Tell me I am a sinner!" I shouted.
There was no answer. There will never be an answer. Just silence... horrible silence. How I loathe it, the words of kami-sama. Silence...
"Answer me!" I yelled.
There was no answer. There will never be an answer. Just silence... horrible silence...
"No," I said, pulling out a knife. "There is not just this horrible silence..."
But perhaps I was wrong... No, I am never wrong. Kami-sama was wrong. It was he who brought the singing. The singing of ten innocent voices, ringing in my sinful ears. My lips curved into a smile.
"There are still more sins in the world. More sins waiting for me," I told myself. Or perhaps I was telling kami-sama... Perhaps...
The voices drew closer; I could feel the pureness of their souls struggle against the darkness of mine. I held the knife tightly with my hands, slowly drawing it closer to my face. Once it was close enough I slowly slide its blade across my cheek, the sharp point slicing open the thin layer of skin, the sweet red sap inside oozing out, gradually covering my face in its crimson tint. My mouth curved into a smile once more, my tongue lashed out, licking the luscious blood creeping out from under my flesh. It tasted so sweet, so sugary, yet so salty at the same time. Almost bitter, almost sour, and yet... so good. My desire for more would soon be quenched, the singing drawing even closer. My smile appeared even more devilish, a curved line, looking so evil, so wonderful. My golden eye flashed in the candle's dim lighting, the fire reflecting upon it.
"Soon," I said. "Soon."
To be continued...
And... Ta da! I hope you liked it... ^.^ As I said before, I'm going to write more soon. Please review it, by the way! I will be very happy then... ^.^ Well, that's about it. Tell me what you think!