Disclaimer: none of them are mine………….I WANT THEM TO BE THOUGH!!! ;.; oh
wait…one of the later characters belongs to me. Can't say who though
because it'd spoil on of the pairings ^^**
Nagi leaned against a chair in the kitchen of the Shwartz team as Schuldig walked into the room. He was in his pajamas and his bright orange hair was a mess. "Good morning Schuldig," Nagi said in a monotone voice. Schuldig sneered and pulled up a chair as Brad shoved a bowl in front of him. He was not in a particularly good mood that day because of lack of sleep. Nagi shut his eyes and lifted up a spoon full of cereal to his mouth. He paused before he got to his mouth. "Oh yeah. Schuldig, it's your turn to feed Farfarello this morning." And then he put the spoon in his mouth, eating the cereal. Schuldig contorted his face and grunted. "Aw! Come on! You know as well as I do that it's your turn to feed Farfarello!" Schuldig yelled at Nagi. Nagi looked up at Schuldig. "Brad? Isn't it Schuldig's turn?" Nagi asked looked at Brad who was pouring milk into a cup and grabbed toast out of the toaster oven. Brad sighed and looked over his shoulder. "I thought I would get another headache. Then again I get one every day. Schuldig I have to agree with Nagi. You do have a large tendency to lie." Brad said and went over to the refrigerator and put the milk away and grabbed the butter.
"What?! What are you talking about!?!?" Schuldig yelled. "Have fun feeding Farfarello, Schuldig." Nagi gave a smile and waved Schuldig off as he grabbed a waffle that popped out of another toaster. "Hey those were mine too!" Nagi yelled at Schuldig. "Well now they're Farfarello's." Schuldig said and walked down the hallway snatching the key necklace off a rack in the hallway and placed it around his neck. Nagi sat down and glared at Schuldig's back. Brad tried to stifle a laugh, thinking //Maybe it won't be such a bad morning after all. This could get to be amusing//. //Oh really?// Schuldig's thought's popped into Brad's. Brad got an annoyed look on his face and thought, //Schuldig…Go away. Now.// //Hmph// was Schuldig's response.
Schuldig continued to walk to Farfarello's room, talking to himself the whole way there. "Why'd you have to go and do that? Eh, Farfarello? Could've at least allowed me to eat something today. But no! You just had to do that didn't you?"
*FLASHBACK*
Farfarello was sitting on the couch next to Nagi who was flicking through the channels, watching t.v. Farfarello was licking his knife as usual and then stopped half way through. Farfarello looked at the knife and examined it. He ran it over his hands, making a small cut in them. He watched the blood spill out over his hands. He noticed something was wrong but didn't feel any pain. More blood came out than usual. Farfarello should know, he does it all the time. He stood up and walked to behind the couch that he was sitting at. He looked at the knife again and then in a quick swift motion, it was through his chest and out the other side. He made no noise as he did so as not to disturb Nagi. He felt the coppery metallic taste of blood fill his mouth and start to pour out of it. The blood slowly trickled off his chin and onto the new, white carpet. His shirt became soaked with blood. No matter. He probably wouldn't live to get in trouble by Brad. He didn't know why he wanted to end his life now. He could just have continued to live and hurt God more. But no. There was something wrong with him, and he figured that he should just end his life there, instead of suffering more.
Just then, Schuldig walked into the room. The first thing he saw was the back end of the knife in the middle of Farfarello's back and blood surrounding it. "FARFARELLO!!" Schuldig yelled in an annoying voice. Farfarello fell to his knees as Nagi turned around and peered over the couch. "Brad! I think you should come in here!" Nagi yelled. Brad ran in and saw blood staining his new carpet. "FARFARELLO!!!! THIS IS MY BRAND NEW $500 CARPET!!!" Brad yelled running over to Farfarello. Brad stopped yelling, as Farfarello didn't move from his position he had fallen in. Brad flipped Farfarello over and laid him down on his back and pulled the knife out of him. "I think this could be more serious than I thought," Brad said looking at the bloodied knife and then at Farfarello's calm face. He had never seen him that calm, not even in his sleep. "Nagi! Go get an ambulance or something." Brad ordered as he took off Farfarello's shirt and tossed it aside onto the now red stained carpet. Nagi nodded and ran out of the room to a telephone. Schuldig just stood there, clueless as to what he could do. "Schuldig!" Brad yelled, snapping Schuldig out of a state of shock. "Stay with Farfarello while I go get something to stop the bleeding," Brad said running off into the bathroom. Schuldig stood there and looked at Farfarello. He never thought that Farfarello would go as far as to kill himself. He didn't know what he'd do if Farfarello did die. Things would just be different. He wasn't sure how but they would be. Schuldig walked over to Farfarello and placed one arm under his head and the other on top of his chest. Just then Brad ran into the room again with a lot of gauze. He started placing it on the wound on Farfarello's chest.
Schuldig looked up as he heard sirens outside the house. He ran to the door and opened it allowing the people to come inside and take Farfarello into the ambulance. They came in with a white stretcher and took one look at Farfarello before putting him on the stretcher. Schuldig, Brad, and Nagi followed them out to the ambulance. They watched as the people loaded Farfarello into the ambulance. One of the men turned around and said, "We have room for one more." This is when Schuldig spoke up and offered to go with him. Brad nodded and ran over to his car with Nagi. Meanwhile Schuldig climbed into the ambulance, sitting next to Farfarello. He looked at the sleeping psychopath who had passed out from blood loss a little while ago. He looked so relaxed. Schuldig reached out a hand to see if he was running a temperature because his face seemed paler than usual. Schuldig withdrew his hand and looked up at one of the other men. "Is he going to be okay? Wait what am I saying? He is going to be okay." Schuldig muttered the last part to himself. "He'll be fine, if he's lived through all those scars on his body with out dying I'm sure he'll live through this." A man with shaggy brown hair said. "I wonder what he's thinking…. Or if he's thinking. What a minute! I'm a telepath! I can read his mind!" Schuldig yelled out. The people in the ambulance turned around and looked at him. He heard one of them mutter, "I think he should be the one needing the treatment."
Schuldig ignored him and decided to take a peek into Farfarello's mind as he lie there. Once inside Farfarello's mind, all he could see were pictures that he sent into Schuldig's mind. Farfarello was dreaming. The first image he saw was a bunch of knives. Schuldig smiled and then looked at another picture that Farfarello had sent. It was a picture of Schuldig leaning over annoying Brad while Nagi listened to his CD player. Schuldig smiled again. It was at this moment that Farfarello chose to flutter his eye open. He looked over, past the people in the ambulance that hovered over him trying to stop the bleeding, at Schuldig. He didn't feel the immense pain that was shooting through his body. Well of course he didn't, that was his ability, not to feel pain, wasn't it. //You were searching through my thoughts, weren't you? STAY OUT OF MY HEAD SCHULDIG!// Farfarello's thoughts raced through Schuldig's mind. //Fine but you okay?// Schuldig thought. Farfarello just looked at him, his thoughts now firmly blocked from Schuldig's telepathy powers. He looked away and stared at the ceiling for a couple of minutes before falling asleep. Schuldig gave a sad smile as they approached that hospital and Farfarello was rushed to the emergency room. Though he protested against it, he was forced to stay in the waiting room. Brad and Nagi arrived a couple of minutes afterwards and listened as Schuldig explained that Farfarello was in the emergency room and that he had no further information.
A few hours later the doctors and nurses came out, their clothes torn, breathing heavily, and bleeding in random places. The doctor pulled off his glasses and wiped the fog that had built up on them when he had started sweating while placing in stitches on Farfarello's chest. He then walked over to Schuldig, Brad, and Nagi. "You are friends of the scarred boy right?" the doctor asked looking at all of them. Brad nodded in response. "Let me tell you something, he is the worst patient I've ever had in my life. First we gave him some sodium penothol, but it didn't seem to affect him, so we continued to try to give him the stitches he needed. He growled at one of the nurses when she went near him and he got up and chased us around the room like a dog would! He bit some of us and scratched too! Finally, we had to take a tranquilizing gun that is used for an elephant out of the storage closet and had to shoot him with it to knock him out! He ran around terrorizing us for a couple of minutes until he stopped and curled up on the table and fell asleep. We finally thought we had him under control until he started to thrash in his sleep so we had to tie him down. We did finish giving him stitches however." Brad, Nagi, and Schuldig stood with their mouths open. //He was hurt worse than we thought eh Brad?// Schuldig thought and looked over at him. //Be quiet now is not the time to argue.// //Nah, you just don't want to admit that Farfarello was okay. I knew he would be.// Schuldig thought with a sneer and put his hands behind his head. //Yeah that's why you freaked out!// Nagi laughed mentally at Schuldig who glared at him. Nagi shut up immediately. The next day, Farfarello was released back to the Schwartz home where Brad punished him by placing him in his cell, in his straight jacket for a month with no knives whatsoever.
*END FLASHBACK*
Schuldig didn't realize that he had wandered to Farfarello's bolted door at the end of the hallway. He must have walked around a bit or stopped on the way because it took him a little too long to go down to the end of the hallway. He noticed that the two waffles were now started to get cold, he wish he could warm them up for Farfarello, he knew what it was like to eat cold waffles. They had to be warm to eat them other wise, it just didn't taste all that great. Anyways to Schuldig it did, he was picky when it came to things that came out of a freezer and weren't meant to. Like breads. But for some reason, he liked the leftovers like soups, takeout, frozen pizza, and stuff like that. Schuldig shoved his hand down his white pajama shirt and fumbled around for the key at the end of the necklace. He felt its coolness as he picked it up with his warm hand. He placed the key to the lock and turned it, listening to the soft click it made signaling that it had opened. He took the lock off and opened the bolted door and walked into the darkness. All that Schuldig could see was the bright yellow of Farfarello's eye. Farfarello turned around to look at Schuldig. He flicked on the lights and walked over to him. "Hey. How's it going?" Schuldig asked. Farfarello just stared at the door that Schuldig had left open. "I guess you don't want to talk. I don't blame you, being cooped up in here for a month, in a straight jacket." Schuldig chuckled. Farfarello made no motion; he continued to stare right past Schuldig, as if he weren't there. "Well open up." Schuldig said holding up the waffles in front of Farfarello. He parted his lips slightly before turning the other way. Schuldig saw the color drain from his face as he doubled over and let everything that was in his stomach come out. Schuldig dropped the waffles and started to rub Farfarello's back, to soothe him a bit and help him take everything out that he needed to.
When Farfarello was finished, he leaned back against the wall. "Well I don't care what Brad says at the moment. You don't look so comfortable like that and," Schuldig paused, placing his hand on his warm forehead, " you're sick. Alright off with the straight jacket and let's get you cleaned up." Schuldig said, referring to Farfarello's now vomit covered straightjacket. "Yes mother," Farfarello snarled at the telepath. Schuldig started to undo his straight jacket. He growled as Schuldig tried to clean him up with a washcloth that he obtained from the bathroom across from Farfarello's cell. Farfarello stopped growling and threw up again, all over his shirt this time. Schuldig sighed and rubbed Farfarello's back again. After he was done, Farfarello looked up at Schuldig. "Take off your clothes and toss them in a pile and then go get into bed. I'm gonna clean this up and then wash your clothes. Just stay still." Schuldig said, not knowing why he was being so nice. //You just can't help but have to care for him.// Schuldig thought to himself. Farfarello nodded and started to take off his clothes and toss them into a pile. Schuldig peered over at him, //Wow he's got a really nice body.//
It was then that Schuldig noticed how thin Farfarello was, as he watched him try to stand up. Farfarello's knees buckled and he fell to the floor. He just sat there. Schuldig sighed and walked over to the bed, pulling back the blankets and walking back over to Farfarello who was fast asleep on the floor. Schuldig sighed, rolled his eyes, and then smiled. He looked so innocent; there was no thoughts whatsoever, going through his head as far as Schuldig could tell, unless he decided to take a quick peek. He looked into Farfarello's mind, seeing nothing but a dark space with a dot in the middle. A small sound of faint rain encircled his thoughts. The dot drew nearer and nearer until Schuldig realized that it was himself. //Farfarello's thinking about me?// Farfarello's dream image of Schuldig stopped and smiled at a small, silver haired boy. Schuldig looked at the boy and examined him closely. He didn't know who the small boy was but he resembled someone he knew. Schuldig looked at the boys' eyes, a deep fiery yellow. It was Farfarello. Most likely when he was a small boy. Farfarello's dream Schuldig walked over to the boy and put his hand on his back, still smiling. Schuldig came out of Farfarello's thoughts and looked at the sleeping form on the floor. Schuldig walked over to Farfarello and carefully placed one arm under his head and another under his knees, lifting him up. He noticed how light Farfarello was and he also took note of the dark circles underneath his eyes. Yet still, there was a peaceful look on his face. Schuldig smiled again and walked over to the bed and placed Farfarello's sleeping form on it, pulling up the blankets over him. Schuldig grabbed the washcloth and cleaned up the rest of his vomit. Once he was done and the carpet smelled like strawberries from the soap he used. He gathered the psycho's dirtied clothes and headed for the door. He was about to turn off the lights when he heard a small sound. He turned around and looked at Farfarello. The psycho was having little violent shakings. Schuldig walked back over to Farfarello's side and sat on the bed, recognizing the shaking as shivering. Schuldig leaned closer to his face, letting his warm breath hit his face. Farfarello immediately stopped shivering and fell silent. Schuldig pulled the covers up to Farfarello's neck. He was about to pull away when something shiny glimmered near his mouth. His eyes widened when a stream of blood made it's way down the psycho's chin and down his neck. Schuldig took his finger and wiped away the blood that seeped through his mouth. Schuldig was worried, but didn't show it. He walked away thinking that Farfarello just bit his tongue in his sleep. Schuldig took one last look at Farfarello before turning off the lights and shutting the door. He didn't lock it in case Farfarello woke up and had to puke again, then he wouldn't do it on the floor.
Schuldig walked down the hallway and back into the kitchen. Nagi was about to leave for school and Brad was still eating break fast while reading the paper. Brad put the paper down and Nagi walked through the door, slamming it on his way out, still obviously mad from before. "What took you so long?" Schuldig walked over and sat down at the table. "Farfarello's sick so I'm going to look after him for today. He puked everywhere so I cleaned it up. He's asleep right now." Schuldig explained. Brad sighed and continued to read the paper. "I have to go see Takatori now so I'll be leaving you alone with Farfarello." Brad said putting down the paper and getting up, heading for the door. "Man with the way you see Takatori you'd think you have been dating him." Schuldig muttered. "WHAT?!" Brad snapped, turning around. "Nothing," Schuldig said with sarcasm. "Good," Brad said and he walked out the door, slamming it behind him as well. "3….2….1…" Schuldig counted down and Brad ran back in. Laughter could be heard outside. "Schuldig! You knew that didn't you!" Brad yelled, running up the stairs in his pink boxers. Schuldig tried to stifle a laugh but failed in doing so. This time Brad came downstairs, dressed, and he walked out the door without saying another word. Schuldig burst out laughing as soon as he was gone.
After Schuldig was done laughing and had wiped away the tears that filled his emerald green eyes, he stood up. "Well now that I have calmed down, might as well go wash Farfarello's clothes." Schuldig grimaced remembering the brownish yellow vomit that covered Farfarello's shirts. The German pushed in the wooden chair at the table and walked down the hallway towards the laundry room where he had thrown Farfarello's clothes earlier. He looked into the damp room, there was no tile or carpet in there and the walls were plain white with a pile of Nagi's clothes in one corner, a shelf with detergents, and a washer and a dryer. Schuldig sighed as he realized he didn't know how to work the washer or the dryer. He never did his laundry he'd either get Brad or Nagi to do it for him. His eyebrow twitched. He had watched Brad do it once but he wasn't sure how to do it exactly. He took a bottle of detergent and took off the cap, looking inside of it. There were numbers but he wasn't exactly sure what they stood for. He new Brad had measured the detergent. "Aw heck with the measurements! Detergent is detergent and it'll get the job done and Farfarello's clothes won't be all gross!" Schuldig said smiling. He put Farfarello's puke stained blue shirt in with his white pants. He grabbed the bottle of detergent and dumped the whole thing in, or at least what was left of it. "That's not enough that was only half the bottle……..Let me see here." Schuldig looked up at a rack that held all the detergents. "Now which one smells best." He started to unscrew the tops and open them all, smelling them. He finally found one that smelled like strawberry's. He poured half the bottle into the machine. He went to put the rest of the bottle back when he hit one of the bottles and it hit the other bottles that he had forgotten to put the caps on and they hit each other like dominos, all spilling into the washer machine. "OH CRAP!" he yelled, dropping the half of the rest of the strawberry scented shampoo into the machine as well. He got over the shock and shrugged. Then he slammed the washer shut and pushed some random buttons until he heard it turn on. Satisfied with the sound of running water, he pranced out into the hallway, happy that he could work the machine.
He was about to turn and run up the stairs to his room when he heard the sound of a door opening and then the sound of feet running. Schuldig turned around to look for the cause of the sound. He caught a flash of silver before he heard sounds of hacking. Schuldig rolled his eyes again. Taking care of sick people was not his favorite thing to do and he wasn't very good at it either. He stopped and walked over to the bathroom that Farfarello had run into. The telepath peered into the bathroom too see no vomit. Just Farfarello shaking on the floor, leaning against the toilet, his face hidden from Schuldig. The psychopath's head lifted from its place against the seat and back into the toilet as another round of vomit came up and out of his mouth, some parts spraying through his nose. Chunks of whatever he had eaten flew out of his mouth. Schuldig had to turn away before he joined Farfarello on his gagging spree.
After the sound had died down, Schuldig turned around again and walked over to numb man before the toilet. "You okay?" he asked. Farfarello nodded. It was then that Schuldig realized that he must have been really sick. If he weren't, the silver haired man would be ripping him to pieces and burying the pieces of flesh too. "No you're not don't lie." Schuldig scolded him. The silver haired man looked down into the toilet and stared at his vomit. He licked his lips when a coppery taste filled his mouth. He started sucking away at the metallic tasting liquid on his tongue. Schuldig, not realizing, let his gaze wonder up and down Farfarello's pale body, when his eyes caught hold of his hand. There on it was a large protruding, black and blue with a tint of purple bruise. "How'd you get that?" the telepath asked in a worried voice. Farfarello looked at it, not even knowing he had it. Farfarello shrugged as Schuldig took his pale hand in his own. Schuldig looked at his hand and examined it. He blinked out of his thoughts as a red dot appeared on Farfarello's hand. Schuldig looked up to see a fresh stream of blood fall from the corner of the pale man's mouth. Schuldig gave a worried look and took his sleeve, wiping away the trail of blood from his hand and mouth. Farfarello looked shocked, and so tired. He opened his mouth and a little more blood game out decorating his teeth. "How long has your mouth been bleeding?" Schuldig asked. Farfarello shrugged, not wanting to tell him that he had been feasting on the blood that invaded his mouth.
Schuldig sighed and got a cup, filled it with water, and told Farfarello to rinse his mouth of the blood. Not wanting to, he still obeyed. Blood ringed the sink in a watery form. Once he was done, Schuldig cleaned out the sink and flushed the toilet full of vomit. He sprayed Lysol to cover up the puke smell. "Hold on," Schuldig said, with that he swept Farfarello up into his arms. The psycho looked like he was reading to tear apart Schuldig's head, but he calmed down a wish wash feeling came across his stomach and he settled down and leaned back into Schuldig's arms. A faint blush crept across the German's face as he looked down at the Irish man who had just closed his eye. "Man now I think I'm sick" muttered Schuldig as he felt the heat rise to his face. The German walked back into Farfarello's cell and laid him back down and pulled the covers back up to his chin. The Irish man's eye slowly fluttered open to look at Schuldig. The red headed German noticed Farfarello's body shaking, but his mouth remained shut so as not to let the red head know that he was shivering. But he failed at his attempt. "Cold, neh?" asked Schuldig in a questioning voice. The psycho had been caught and he made no attempt to lie, which was also quite unusual. He nodded and pushed his head further under the covers. Farfarello's face turned red from underneath the covers, most likely from the fever, but he wasn't so sure.
"I'll keep you warm." Schuldig said teasingly. The psycho's head shook in a 'no' way very quickly. "I was only kidding." Schuldig pouted. Farfarello still wasn't sure what to think of Schuldig's little comment. He backed under the covers completely without changing his face expression. "Aw come on! I really was just kidding!" Schuldig yelled knowing his companions' discomfort. Farfarello didn't move from his place from under the covers. "Fine if it makes you feel better I'll leave." Schuldig sneered and headed for the doors. Farfarello scooted up a little bit, enough to get Schuldig's attention. "So you don't want me to leave?" Farfarello just stared at the German. Farfarello shook his head. "Alright, alright." Schuldig said walking over to his bedside. He sat down, feeling the bed sink underneath his weight making it unusually comfortable. Farfarello turned his head and body to face the padded wall closest to him. He started to shut his eye until he heard a soft sound and felt extra weight on his legs. He turned his head around a little to peer over his shoulder. Schuldig had passed out and was lying across his legs with his mouth slightly open. "Hm…"was his response. 'How does he fall asleep that fast?' he thought, expecting some sort of response from Schuldig but then remembering he was asleep. Farfarello looked sat up and looked from side to side and got out of the bed. He looked at Schuldig with no emotion showing whatsoever. He picked up the red headed German in his arms and placed him under the covers. "Heh….Sleep well." He said and turned around, walking to the other side of the room and collapsed.
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"SCHULDIG!!!!!!" a loud voice came from another room in the house of the Schwartz team. Schuldig groaned and rolled over on the bed, falling off flat on his face. He twitched for a second and then stood up. "SCHULDIG!!!!!!!!!! GET YOUR TELEPATHIC BUT IN HERE NOW!!!!!!" the voice yelled. Schuldig groaned even more and staggered to stand up a bit. He walked over to the door that was now shut and opened it. He sleepily opened his eyes and looked down the hallway to see Brad standing in the middle of the hallway. "What is it?" Schuldig asked groggily. "Why don't you use your telepathy you imbecile!" Brad yelled. "Too tired…" Schuldig yawned out. This is when he noticed that Brad's shoes were wet. Brad stepped aside to reveal a hallway filled with soapsuds and water. Schuldigs' eyes bulged out of his head. "Oops…" was his only response. "Oops is right mister! Where were you when this happened? And how did this happen?! I didn't do laundry and Nagi certainly didn't have time to! Farfarello is sick so that leaves only you! What happened?!!?!?" Brad yelled in fury. Schuldig was not fazed at all by this consistent bellowing. He was used to it all the time. "I was only trying to be good," he said with irony in his voice, "I was doing Farfarello's pukage laundry. He threw up everywhere. I cleaned it all up and I had a little accident with the…Oh" Schuldig explained. Brad looked shocked. "What's with the 'oh'. I don't like the way that 'oh' sounded. Take that 'oh' off of there." Brad pleaded.
"WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED HERE?!?!!?" came a voice on the other side of the bubbles. It was Nagi. His eyes were about as big as Schuldigs' when he saw the mess. But his anger was as bad as Brads'. He twitched. "Why do I have the feeling that this is all Schuldigs' fault?" Nagi asked himself. Brad turned to look at Schuldig who turned the other way and started to creep back to Farfarello's cell. Brad decided not to ask and walked into the bathroom, looking for a bucket and some dry rags and towels to soak up the suds and water. Nagi sighed and dropped his back pack on the ground, to go and help Brad with the mess, grumbling something about killing Schuldig when he go the chance.
Meanwhile, back in Farfarello's cell, Schuldig shut the door and leaned against it. "Oh boy…I'm in big trouble this time," he whispered to himself. He flipped on the light switches and peered over at the bed. His senses kicked in and he realized that Farfarello wasn't there. He mentally kicked himself for not realizing that when he had awoke. He scanned the room since there wasn't much to it. He spotted him in the corner farthest back. Schuldig ran over to Farfarello who was lying on his stomach with more blood leaking in a puddle on the floor. Schuldig stared at his sleeping companions' face. He flipped him over onto his back and lifted him up into his arms once again. Farfarello was so light to him. But holding him made him feel different, almost as if he were scared to touch him out of fear that he would never see him again. He walked over to the bed and placed the psychopath down on the bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. Schuldig walked towards the door to grab a towel to clean up the little blood mess on the floor. He looked back at Farfarello who was sleeping soundly with his emotionless expression like face. He sighed and walked out the door and into the hallway.
Brad looked up from his place at the bucket, squeezing the suds out of the rags and towels into the bucket. He sneered at Schuldig who smiled at him. Nagi looked as if he were trying to leap upon the German and tear him into pieces the size of sawdust. But he restrained himself. He ignored Nagi and walked over to Brad, grabbing one of the soaked rags. "What are you doing?" Brad asked. Schuldig turned around and glanced over his shoulder at Farfarello's cell door. "Farf's got me worried there. His fever isn't letting up at all, he's been puking constantly, and been bleeding." Schuldig said. Brad sighed. Nagi raised his voice a bit and explained, " His fever isn't going to let up anytime soon and of course he's going to vomit, he's sick. And he's always bleeding, ON PURPOSE." Nagi said. Schuldig scoffed at Nagi and walked away, knowing that something else was wrong. Farfarello's bleeding was coming from his mouth and he didn't have anything to cut his mouth with either. No knives. They were locked up someplace. Schuldig then walked back to Farfarello's cell. Brad continued to his work and then stopped realizing something. "He…. He just called him Farf?" Brad asked himself. They had never used nicknames for each other in this household.
Schuldig walked back into Farfarello's room, shutting the door behind him and sighing once more. He walked over to the sleeping psychopaths' bedside. He took his hand and brushed Farfarello's short bangs back, his hair felt so soft and it felt fuzzy at the same time. Schuldig wasn't sure if that was possible, but it was a nice feeling. The warmth of the cell was getting to him and he felt so tired. But he refrained himself from falling asleep again. He brought his thoughts back to the sleeping Irish man, whose expression hadn't changed since he had left the room. "I know something is wrong here, but I don't know what…" Schuldig said to himself while staring at the resting man, "I don't care what Nagi and Brad say. I'm finding you a doctor." He said. His eyes turned to Farfarello's patch. He had never seen what it looked like under there, and his curiosity was getting the better of him. He shakily took his hand from his bangs and reached for the patch, to lift it up. A hand shot out and grabbed his hand with a firm grip. His eyes shot open as he looked at the hand and followed it to the owner, to see Farfarello's good eye wide open, glinting with anger. He squeezed Schuldig's hand harder, watching the telepath wince in pain. Schuldig took his free hand and tried to pull the psychopath's away from his own. "Ow! Farfarello let go! Please!" Schuldig pleaded, he could feel the grip tighten and he could hear his bone grinding together, he was waiting to her the snap and for the pain to follow it. Farfarello blinked and let out a sigh and dropped his hand again. Schuldig, relieved, took his hand back and started to rub it, trying to shake away the pain that had stayed with his hand. Farfarello closed his eye again and muttered something. Schuldig turned and looked at the psychopath. "What?" Farfarello's eye burst open and he stared at Schuldig realizing that the telepath had heard him mutter. He hadn't intended him to. Farfarello turned his head to face the wall and said, "Sorry." Schuldig looked shocked and put his hand to Farfarello's forehead, it was quite warm, a lot warmer than before. Maybe that was the reason that he had apologized. He was sick that had to be it. Farfarello shut his eye enjoying the feeling of Schuldig's cool hand on his head. Schuldig smiled at Farfarello who unknowingly had made some sort of a purring noise in his throat. "I'll be right back I'm going to get Brad. K?" Schuldig stated. Farfarello just nodded and kept his eye shut.
Schuldig walked outside of Farfarello's cell and over to Brad who was in an apron with his business suit still on. His sleeves were pulled up along with is pant legs and his shoes were tossed to the side. He wore a weird frilly hat on his head as stray strands of hair poked out from under it. Brad turned around with an annoyed look and pushed his glasses up the ridge of his nose with his index finger. "What now?" he asked. He paused and his eyes widened. The world around him disappeared. It was one of his visions. Only this time it didn't come in all that clear. He saw shadow blurs of people. They were in a hospital. One was a red head and the other hair silvery white hair. They appeared to be Schuldig and Farfarello. He didn't like the feeling that he had gotten along with the vision. After a few seconds of watching the vision, it faded away into Schuldig's face, with an expression that he had never seen before. But to Brad, it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen before. Almost like an angel, even though he knew that wasn't true. "Brad? Brad? Are you there?" Schuldig repeatedly asked, shaking Brads' shoulders until he regained his conscious. Brad felt the heat come rushing to his face. He continued to stare at Schuldig. Schuldig sighed and then, "BRAD!!!!" Brad winced and cupped his ears with his hands as they rang with the telepaths' voice. Schuldigs' eyebrow twitched in frustration. Brad regained himself and looked up at the red head with annoyance. "What!" he shot back, it was more of a statement than a question. "I want you to come and check up on Farfarello for me because he apologized. He's been acting really weird and his mouth has been bleeding and-," Schuldig was cut off by Brad's hand. He had put it to his mouth. "Wait a second," he started as he pulled his hand away from Schuldigs' mouth. "He apologized? And his mouth is bleeding?" Brad asked. The German just nodded. Brad sighed and pushed his glasses up again. "Alright I'll be in, in a minute. Nagi, keep working I'll be back in a second." Brad said standing up. He looked up to see Schuldig gone, most likely in Farfarello's cell.
Brad walked into Farfarello's cell to see Schuldig standing next to the sleeping psychopath's bed with his arms crossed and chewing on one nail on his right hand while slumping on one hip. He walked over and placed his hand on Farfarello's head, checking its' warmth. "He's burning up with a fever." Brad said and pulled his hand away. Schuldig nodded, "I already knew that. But what do we do?" Brad cocked an eyebrow. "Why are you getting so worked up? It's probably just the flu, it'll pass." Brad said. That did it, Schuldig snapped. "WHY DO YOU GUYS TAKE THIS SO SIMPLY!?!?!?! DOESN'T ANYONE SEE THAT IT ISN'T SOME COMMON FLU?!?!? SOMETHING IS WRONG AND I KNOW IT!!!" Schuldig burst out at Brad who was now shocked beyond belief. Brads' glasses nearly fell off his nose. He was speechless, Schuldig, not knowing what else to do, stormed out of the cell and trudged down the hallway, knocking over the pail of water Nagi had soaked up. Nagi clenched his fists and seethed silently to himself. "He will PAY……." Nagi said in an evilly quiet voice. Schuldig tramped into kitchen, and searched their nicknamed 'junk drawer' for a phone book. Once he found the large book he began looking through the ads for a doctors' number. He found one, Dr. Hamaguchi. He ran into the living room and dug around through Brads' couches searching for the telephone. "I don't care what they think……..something is wrong……and I…..don't want to loose…….my friend if …….it's serious……"Schuldig said, between grasps for the phone until he found it. "Got it!" he yelled in satisfactory.
Brad stood by Farfarello's bed still staring at the door that the German had run out of. He didn't expect him to burst like that, but for some reason, it hurt. He didn't know why, but it did. Brad was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard something stir. He turned around to see Farfarello sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at the floor. Brad then realized how pale he looked. "What did you do to make him yell like that?" he asked in a cold and calm voice that sent shivers up Brads' spine. "I don't kno-," he was cut off by the Irish man. "Don't do it again." He turned his head to look at Brad, his yellow eye shimmered in the dark. "Don't." Brad nodded and walked out of the room. He shut the door to the cell and leaned against it. "Everybody is mad at me……wait a second…..Why am I taking orders' from a sick psychopath and feeling bad about getting yelled at by a sexy telepath?….Especially one with a mind as hentai like as his…That's just low Brad……..Why am I talking in third person? I think…I-I think I'll go call the doctor for Farfarello and see if he can do anything for me too…..Yes you do that Brad" Brad said, talking to himself, passing Nagi on his way. Nagi watched as Brad walked down the hallway talking to himself. Nagi's eyebrow twitched. "Am I the only sane one in this house? I think I'll go call Omi….." Nagi said dropping his cleaning tool, the rag, and ran down the hallway and up the stairs too his bedroom.
Good? Bad? Corny? Overused? Should I continue?
Nagi leaned against a chair in the kitchen of the Shwartz team as Schuldig walked into the room. He was in his pajamas and his bright orange hair was a mess. "Good morning Schuldig," Nagi said in a monotone voice. Schuldig sneered and pulled up a chair as Brad shoved a bowl in front of him. He was not in a particularly good mood that day because of lack of sleep. Nagi shut his eyes and lifted up a spoon full of cereal to his mouth. He paused before he got to his mouth. "Oh yeah. Schuldig, it's your turn to feed Farfarello this morning." And then he put the spoon in his mouth, eating the cereal. Schuldig contorted his face and grunted. "Aw! Come on! You know as well as I do that it's your turn to feed Farfarello!" Schuldig yelled at Nagi. Nagi looked up at Schuldig. "Brad? Isn't it Schuldig's turn?" Nagi asked looked at Brad who was pouring milk into a cup and grabbed toast out of the toaster oven. Brad sighed and looked over his shoulder. "I thought I would get another headache. Then again I get one every day. Schuldig I have to agree with Nagi. You do have a large tendency to lie." Brad said and went over to the refrigerator and put the milk away and grabbed the butter.
"What?! What are you talking about!?!?" Schuldig yelled. "Have fun feeding Farfarello, Schuldig." Nagi gave a smile and waved Schuldig off as he grabbed a waffle that popped out of another toaster. "Hey those were mine too!" Nagi yelled at Schuldig. "Well now they're Farfarello's." Schuldig said and walked down the hallway snatching the key necklace off a rack in the hallway and placed it around his neck. Nagi sat down and glared at Schuldig's back. Brad tried to stifle a laugh, thinking //Maybe it won't be such a bad morning after all. This could get to be amusing//. //Oh really?// Schuldig's thought's popped into Brad's. Brad got an annoyed look on his face and thought, //Schuldig…Go away. Now.// //Hmph// was Schuldig's response.
Schuldig continued to walk to Farfarello's room, talking to himself the whole way there. "Why'd you have to go and do that? Eh, Farfarello? Could've at least allowed me to eat something today. But no! You just had to do that didn't you?"
*FLASHBACK*
Farfarello was sitting on the couch next to Nagi who was flicking through the channels, watching t.v. Farfarello was licking his knife as usual and then stopped half way through. Farfarello looked at the knife and examined it. He ran it over his hands, making a small cut in them. He watched the blood spill out over his hands. He noticed something was wrong but didn't feel any pain. More blood came out than usual. Farfarello should know, he does it all the time. He stood up and walked to behind the couch that he was sitting at. He looked at the knife again and then in a quick swift motion, it was through his chest and out the other side. He made no noise as he did so as not to disturb Nagi. He felt the coppery metallic taste of blood fill his mouth and start to pour out of it. The blood slowly trickled off his chin and onto the new, white carpet. His shirt became soaked with blood. No matter. He probably wouldn't live to get in trouble by Brad. He didn't know why he wanted to end his life now. He could just have continued to live and hurt God more. But no. There was something wrong with him, and he figured that he should just end his life there, instead of suffering more.
Just then, Schuldig walked into the room. The first thing he saw was the back end of the knife in the middle of Farfarello's back and blood surrounding it. "FARFARELLO!!" Schuldig yelled in an annoying voice. Farfarello fell to his knees as Nagi turned around and peered over the couch. "Brad! I think you should come in here!" Nagi yelled. Brad ran in and saw blood staining his new carpet. "FARFARELLO!!!! THIS IS MY BRAND NEW $500 CARPET!!!" Brad yelled running over to Farfarello. Brad stopped yelling, as Farfarello didn't move from his position he had fallen in. Brad flipped Farfarello over and laid him down on his back and pulled the knife out of him. "I think this could be more serious than I thought," Brad said looking at the bloodied knife and then at Farfarello's calm face. He had never seen him that calm, not even in his sleep. "Nagi! Go get an ambulance or something." Brad ordered as he took off Farfarello's shirt and tossed it aside onto the now red stained carpet. Nagi nodded and ran out of the room to a telephone. Schuldig just stood there, clueless as to what he could do. "Schuldig!" Brad yelled, snapping Schuldig out of a state of shock. "Stay with Farfarello while I go get something to stop the bleeding," Brad said running off into the bathroom. Schuldig stood there and looked at Farfarello. He never thought that Farfarello would go as far as to kill himself. He didn't know what he'd do if Farfarello did die. Things would just be different. He wasn't sure how but they would be. Schuldig walked over to Farfarello and placed one arm under his head and the other on top of his chest. Just then Brad ran into the room again with a lot of gauze. He started placing it on the wound on Farfarello's chest.
Schuldig looked up as he heard sirens outside the house. He ran to the door and opened it allowing the people to come inside and take Farfarello into the ambulance. They came in with a white stretcher and took one look at Farfarello before putting him on the stretcher. Schuldig, Brad, and Nagi followed them out to the ambulance. They watched as the people loaded Farfarello into the ambulance. One of the men turned around and said, "We have room for one more." This is when Schuldig spoke up and offered to go with him. Brad nodded and ran over to his car with Nagi. Meanwhile Schuldig climbed into the ambulance, sitting next to Farfarello. He looked at the sleeping psychopath who had passed out from blood loss a little while ago. He looked so relaxed. Schuldig reached out a hand to see if he was running a temperature because his face seemed paler than usual. Schuldig withdrew his hand and looked up at one of the other men. "Is he going to be okay? Wait what am I saying? He is going to be okay." Schuldig muttered the last part to himself. "He'll be fine, if he's lived through all those scars on his body with out dying I'm sure he'll live through this." A man with shaggy brown hair said. "I wonder what he's thinking…. Or if he's thinking. What a minute! I'm a telepath! I can read his mind!" Schuldig yelled out. The people in the ambulance turned around and looked at him. He heard one of them mutter, "I think he should be the one needing the treatment."
Schuldig ignored him and decided to take a peek into Farfarello's mind as he lie there. Once inside Farfarello's mind, all he could see were pictures that he sent into Schuldig's mind. Farfarello was dreaming. The first image he saw was a bunch of knives. Schuldig smiled and then looked at another picture that Farfarello had sent. It was a picture of Schuldig leaning over annoying Brad while Nagi listened to his CD player. Schuldig smiled again. It was at this moment that Farfarello chose to flutter his eye open. He looked over, past the people in the ambulance that hovered over him trying to stop the bleeding, at Schuldig. He didn't feel the immense pain that was shooting through his body. Well of course he didn't, that was his ability, not to feel pain, wasn't it. //You were searching through my thoughts, weren't you? STAY OUT OF MY HEAD SCHULDIG!// Farfarello's thoughts raced through Schuldig's mind. //Fine but you okay?// Schuldig thought. Farfarello just looked at him, his thoughts now firmly blocked from Schuldig's telepathy powers. He looked away and stared at the ceiling for a couple of minutes before falling asleep. Schuldig gave a sad smile as they approached that hospital and Farfarello was rushed to the emergency room. Though he protested against it, he was forced to stay in the waiting room. Brad and Nagi arrived a couple of minutes afterwards and listened as Schuldig explained that Farfarello was in the emergency room and that he had no further information.
A few hours later the doctors and nurses came out, their clothes torn, breathing heavily, and bleeding in random places. The doctor pulled off his glasses and wiped the fog that had built up on them when he had started sweating while placing in stitches on Farfarello's chest. He then walked over to Schuldig, Brad, and Nagi. "You are friends of the scarred boy right?" the doctor asked looking at all of them. Brad nodded in response. "Let me tell you something, he is the worst patient I've ever had in my life. First we gave him some sodium penothol, but it didn't seem to affect him, so we continued to try to give him the stitches he needed. He growled at one of the nurses when she went near him and he got up and chased us around the room like a dog would! He bit some of us and scratched too! Finally, we had to take a tranquilizing gun that is used for an elephant out of the storage closet and had to shoot him with it to knock him out! He ran around terrorizing us for a couple of minutes until he stopped and curled up on the table and fell asleep. We finally thought we had him under control until he started to thrash in his sleep so we had to tie him down. We did finish giving him stitches however." Brad, Nagi, and Schuldig stood with their mouths open. //He was hurt worse than we thought eh Brad?// Schuldig thought and looked over at him. //Be quiet now is not the time to argue.// //Nah, you just don't want to admit that Farfarello was okay. I knew he would be.// Schuldig thought with a sneer and put his hands behind his head. //Yeah that's why you freaked out!// Nagi laughed mentally at Schuldig who glared at him. Nagi shut up immediately. The next day, Farfarello was released back to the Schwartz home where Brad punished him by placing him in his cell, in his straight jacket for a month with no knives whatsoever.
*END FLASHBACK*
Schuldig didn't realize that he had wandered to Farfarello's bolted door at the end of the hallway. He must have walked around a bit or stopped on the way because it took him a little too long to go down to the end of the hallway. He noticed that the two waffles were now started to get cold, he wish he could warm them up for Farfarello, he knew what it was like to eat cold waffles. They had to be warm to eat them other wise, it just didn't taste all that great. Anyways to Schuldig it did, he was picky when it came to things that came out of a freezer and weren't meant to. Like breads. But for some reason, he liked the leftovers like soups, takeout, frozen pizza, and stuff like that. Schuldig shoved his hand down his white pajama shirt and fumbled around for the key at the end of the necklace. He felt its coolness as he picked it up with his warm hand. He placed the key to the lock and turned it, listening to the soft click it made signaling that it had opened. He took the lock off and opened the bolted door and walked into the darkness. All that Schuldig could see was the bright yellow of Farfarello's eye. Farfarello turned around to look at Schuldig. He flicked on the lights and walked over to him. "Hey. How's it going?" Schuldig asked. Farfarello just stared at the door that Schuldig had left open. "I guess you don't want to talk. I don't blame you, being cooped up in here for a month, in a straight jacket." Schuldig chuckled. Farfarello made no motion; he continued to stare right past Schuldig, as if he weren't there. "Well open up." Schuldig said holding up the waffles in front of Farfarello. He parted his lips slightly before turning the other way. Schuldig saw the color drain from his face as he doubled over and let everything that was in his stomach come out. Schuldig dropped the waffles and started to rub Farfarello's back, to soothe him a bit and help him take everything out that he needed to.
When Farfarello was finished, he leaned back against the wall. "Well I don't care what Brad says at the moment. You don't look so comfortable like that and," Schuldig paused, placing his hand on his warm forehead, " you're sick. Alright off with the straight jacket and let's get you cleaned up." Schuldig said, referring to Farfarello's now vomit covered straightjacket. "Yes mother," Farfarello snarled at the telepath. Schuldig started to undo his straight jacket. He growled as Schuldig tried to clean him up with a washcloth that he obtained from the bathroom across from Farfarello's cell. Farfarello stopped growling and threw up again, all over his shirt this time. Schuldig sighed and rubbed Farfarello's back again. After he was done, Farfarello looked up at Schuldig. "Take off your clothes and toss them in a pile and then go get into bed. I'm gonna clean this up and then wash your clothes. Just stay still." Schuldig said, not knowing why he was being so nice. //You just can't help but have to care for him.// Schuldig thought to himself. Farfarello nodded and started to take off his clothes and toss them into a pile. Schuldig peered over at him, //Wow he's got a really nice body.//
It was then that Schuldig noticed how thin Farfarello was, as he watched him try to stand up. Farfarello's knees buckled and he fell to the floor. He just sat there. Schuldig sighed and walked over to the bed, pulling back the blankets and walking back over to Farfarello who was fast asleep on the floor. Schuldig sighed, rolled his eyes, and then smiled. He looked so innocent; there was no thoughts whatsoever, going through his head as far as Schuldig could tell, unless he decided to take a quick peek. He looked into Farfarello's mind, seeing nothing but a dark space with a dot in the middle. A small sound of faint rain encircled his thoughts. The dot drew nearer and nearer until Schuldig realized that it was himself. //Farfarello's thinking about me?// Farfarello's dream image of Schuldig stopped and smiled at a small, silver haired boy. Schuldig looked at the boy and examined him closely. He didn't know who the small boy was but he resembled someone he knew. Schuldig looked at the boys' eyes, a deep fiery yellow. It was Farfarello. Most likely when he was a small boy. Farfarello's dream Schuldig walked over to the boy and put his hand on his back, still smiling. Schuldig came out of Farfarello's thoughts and looked at the sleeping form on the floor. Schuldig walked over to Farfarello and carefully placed one arm under his head and another under his knees, lifting him up. He noticed how light Farfarello was and he also took note of the dark circles underneath his eyes. Yet still, there was a peaceful look on his face. Schuldig smiled again and walked over to the bed and placed Farfarello's sleeping form on it, pulling up the blankets over him. Schuldig grabbed the washcloth and cleaned up the rest of his vomit. Once he was done and the carpet smelled like strawberries from the soap he used. He gathered the psycho's dirtied clothes and headed for the door. He was about to turn off the lights when he heard a small sound. He turned around and looked at Farfarello. The psycho was having little violent shakings. Schuldig walked back over to Farfarello's side and sat on the bed, recognizing the shaking as shivering. Schuldig leaned closer to his face, letting his warm breath hit his face. Farfarello immediately stopped shivering and fell silent. Schuldig pulled the covers up to Farfarello's neck. He was about to pull away when something shiny glimmered near his mouth. His eyes widened when a stream of blood made it's way down the psycho's chin and down his neck. Schuldig took his finger and wiped away the blood that seeped through his mouth. Schuldig was worried, but didn't show it. He walked away thinking that Farfarello just bit his tongue in his sleep. Schuldig took one last look at Farfarello before turning off the lights and shutting the door. He didn't lock it in case Farfarello woke up and had to puke again, then he wouldn't do it on the floor.
Schuldig walked down the hallway and back into the kitchen. Nagi was about to leave for school and Brad was still eating break fast while reading the paper. Brad put the paper down and Nagi walked through the door, slamming it on his way out, still obviously mad from before. "What took you so long?" Schuldig walked over and sat down at the table. "Farfarello's sick so I'm going to look after him for today. He puked everywhere so I cleaned it up. He's asleep right now." Schuldig explained. Brad sighed and continued to read the paper. "I have to go see Takatori now so I'll be leaving you alone with Farfarello." Brad said putting down the paper and getting up, heading for the door. "Man with the way you see Takatori you'd think you have been dating him." Schuldig muttered. "WHAT?!" Brad snapped, turning around. "Nothing," Schuldig said with sarcasm. "Good," Brad said and he walked out the door, slamming it behind him as well. "3….2….1…" Schuldig counted down and Brad ran back in. Laughter could be heard outside. "Schuldig! You knew that didn't you!" Brad yelled, running up the stairs in his pink boxers. Schuldig tried to stifle a laugh but failed in doing so. This time Brad came downstairs, dressed, and he walked out the door without saying another word. Schuldig burst out laughing as soon as he was gone.
After Schuldig was done laughing and had wiped away the tears that filled his emerald green eyes, he stood up. "Well now that I have calmed down, might as well go wash Farfarello's clothes." Schuldig grimaced remembering the brownish yellow vomit that covered Farfarello's shirts. The German pushed in the wooden chair at the table and walked down the hallway towards the laundry room where he had thrown Farfarello's clothes earlier. He looked into the damp room, there was no tile or carpet in there and the walls were plain white with a pile of Nagi's clothes in one corner, a shelf with detergents, and a washer and a dryer. Schuldig sighed as he realized he didn't know how to work the washer or the dryer. He never did his laundry he'd either get Brad or Nagi to do it for him. His eyebrow twitched. He had watched Brad do it once but he wasn't sure how to do it exactly. He took a bottle of detergent and took off the cap, looking inside of it. There were numbers but he wasn't exactly sure what they stood for. He new Brad had measured the detergent. "Aw heck with the measurements! Detergent is detergent and it'll get the job done and Farfarello's clothes won't be all gross!" Schuldig said smiling. He put Farfarello's puke stained blue shirt in with his white pants. He grabbed the bottle of detergent and dumped the whole thing in, or at least what was left of it. "That's not enough that was only half the bottle……..Let me see here." Schuldig looked up at a rack that held all the detergents. "Now which one smells best." He started to unscrew the tops and open them all, smelling them. He finally found one that smelled like strawberry's. He poured half the bottle into the machine. He went to put the rest of the bottle back when he hit one of the bottles and it hit the other bottles that he had forgotten to put the caps on and they hit each other like dominos, all spilling into the washer machine. "OH CRAP!" he yelled, dropping the half of the rest of the strawberry scented shampoo into the machine as well. He got over the shock and shrugged. Then he slammed the washer shut and pushed some random buttons until he heard it turn on. Satisfied with the sound of running water, he pranced out into the hallway, happy that he could work the machine.
He was about to turn and run up the stairs to his room when he heard the sound of a door opening and then the sound of feet running. Schuldig turned around to look for the cause of the sound. He caught a flash of silver before he heard sounds of hacking. Schuldig rolled his eyes again. Taking care of sick people was not his favorite thing to do and he wasn't very good at it either. He stopped and walked over to the bathroom that Farfarello had run into. The telepath peered into the bathroom too see no vomit. Just Farfarello shaking on the floor, leaning against the toilet, his face hidden from Schuldig. The psychopath's head lifted from its place against the seat and back into the toilet as another round of vomit came up and out of his mouth, some parts spraying through his nose. Chunks of whatever he had eaten flew out of his mouth. Schuldig had to turn away before he joined Farfarello on his gagging spree.
After the sound had died down, Schuldig turned around again and walked over to numb man before the toilet. "You okay?" he asked. Farfarello nodded. It was then that Schuldig realized that he must have been really sick. If he weren't, the silver haired man would be ripping him to pieces and burying the pieces of flesh too. "No you're not don't lie." Schuldig scolded him. The silver haired man looked down into the toilet and stared at his vomit. He licked his lips when a coppery taste filled his mouth. He started sucking away at the metallic tasting liquid on his tongue. Schuldig, not realizing, let his gaze wonder up and down Farfarello's pale body, when his eyes caught hold of his hand. There on it was a large protruding, black and blue with a tint of purple bruise. "How'd you get that?" the telepath asked in a worried voice. Farfarello looked at it, not even knowing he had it. Farfarello shrugged as Schuldig took his pale hand in his own. Schuldig looked at his hand and examined it. He blinked out of his thoughts as a red dot appeared on Farfarello's hand. Schuldig looked up to see a fresh stream of blood fall from the corner of the pale man's mouth. Schuldig gave a worried look and took his sleeve, wiping away the trail of blood from his hand and mouth. Farfarello looked shocked, and so tired. He opened his mouth and a little more blood game out decorating his teeth. "How long has your mouth been bleeding?" Schuldig asked. Farfarello shrugged, not wanting to tell him that he had been feasting on the blood that invaded his mouth.
Schuldig sighed and got a cup, filled it with water, and told Farfarello to rinse his mouth of the blood. Not wanting to, he still obeyed. Blood ringed the sink in a watery form. Once he was done, Schuldig cleaned out the sink and flushed the toilet full of vomit. He sprayed Lysol to cover up the puke smell. "Hold on," Schuldig said, with that he swept Farfarello up into his arms. The psycho looked like he was reading to tear apart Schuldig's head, but he calmed down a wish wash feeling came across his stomach and he settled down and leaned back into Schuldig's arms. A faint blush crept across the German's face as he looked down at the Irish man who had just closed his eye. "Man now I think I'm sick" muttered Schuldig as he felt the heat rise to his face. The German walked back into Farfarello's cell and laid him back down and pulled the covers back up to his chin. The Irish man's eye slowly fluttered open to look at Schuldig. The red headed German noticed Farfarello's body shaking, but his mouth remained shut so as not to let the red head know that he was shivering. But he failed at his attempt. "Cold, neh?" asked Schuldig in a questioning voice. The psycho had been caught and he made no attempt to lie, which was also quite unusual. He nodded and pushed his head further under the covers. Farfarello's face turned red from underneath the covers, most likely from the fever, but he wasn't so sure.
"I'll keep you warm." Schuldig said teasingly. The psycho's head shook in a 'no' way very quickly. "I was only kidding." Schuldig pouted. Farfarello still wasn't sure what to think of Schuldig's little comment. He backed under the covers completely without changing his face expression. "Aw come on! I really was just kidding!" Schuldig yelled knowing his companions' discomfort. Farfarello didn't move from his place from under the covers. "Fine if it makes you feel better I'll leave." Schuldig sneered and headed for the doors. Farfarello scooted up a little bit, enough to get Schuldig's attention. "So you don't want me to leave?" Farfarello just stared at the German. Farfarello shook his head. "Alright, alright." Schuldig said walking over to his bedside. He sat down, feeling the bed sink underneath his weight making it unusually comfortable. Farfarello turned his head and body to face the padded wall closest to him. He started to shut his eye until he heard a soft sound and felt extra weight on his legs. He turned his head around a little to peer over his shoulder. Schuldig had passed out and was lying across his legs with his mouth slightly open. "Hm…"was his response. 'How does he fall asleep that fast?' he thought, expecting some sort of response from Schuldig but then remembering he was asleep. Farfarello looked sat up and looked from side to side and got out of the bed. He looked at Schuldig with no emotion showing whatsoever. He picked up the red headed German in his arms and placed him under the covers. "Heh….Sleep well." He said and turned around, walking to the other side of the room and collapsed.
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"SCHULDIG!!!!!!" a loud voice came from another room in the house of the Schwartz team. Schuldig groaned and rolled over on the bed, falling off flat on his face. He twitched for a second and then stood up. "SCHULDIG!!!!!!!!!! GET YOUR TELEPATHIC BUT IN HERE NOW!!!!!!" the voice yelled. Schuldig groaned even more and staggered to stand up a bit. He walked over to the door that was now shut and opened it. He sleepily opened his eyes and looked down the hallway to see Brad standing in the middle of the hallway. "What is it?" Schuldig asked groggily. "Why don't you use your telepathy you imbecile!" Brad yelled. "Too tired…" Schuldig yawned out. This is when he noticed that Brad's shoes were wet. Brad stepped aside to reveal a hallway filled with soapsuds and water. Schuldigs' eyes bulged out of his head. "Oops…" was his only response. "Oops is right mister! Where were you when this happened? And how did this happen?! I didn't do laundry and Nagi certainly didn't have time to! Farfarello is sick so that leaves only you! What happened?!!?!?" Brad yelled in fury. Schuldig was not fazed at all by this consistent bellowing. He was used to it all the time. "I was only trying to be good," he said with irony in his voice, "I was doing Farfarello's pukage laundry. He threw up everywhere. I cleaned it all up and I had a little accident with the…Oh" Schuldig explained. Brad looked shocked. "What's with the 'oh'. I don't like the way that 'oh' sounded. Take that 'oh' off of there." Brad pleaded.
"WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED HERE?!?!!?" came a voice on the other side of the bubbles. It was Nagi. His eyes were about as big as Schuldigs' when he saw the mess. But his anger was as bad as Brads'. He twitched. "Why do I have the feeling that this is all Schuldigs' fault?" Nagi asked himself. Brad turned to look at Schuldig who turned the other way and started to creep back to Farfarello's cell. Brad decided not to ask and walked into the bathroom, looking for a bucket and some dry rags and towels to soak up the suds and water. Nagi sighed and dropped his back pack on the ground, to go and help Brad with the mess, grumbling something about killing Schuldig when he go the chance.
Meanwhile, back in Farfarello's cell, Schuldig shut the door and leaned against it. "Oh boy…I'm in big trouble this time," he whispered to himself. He flipped on the light switches and peered over at the bed. His senses kicked in and he realized that Farfarello wasn't there. He mentally kicked himself for not realizing that when he had awoke. He scanned the room since there wasn't much to it. He spotted him in the corner farthest back. Schuldig ran over to Farfarello who was lying on his stomach with more blood leaking in a puddle on the floor. Schuldig stared at his sleeping companions' face. He flipped him over onto his back and lifted him up into his arms once again. Farfarello was so light to him. But holding him made him feel different, almost as if he were scared to touch him out of fear that he would never see him again. He walked over to the bed and placed the psychopath down on the bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. Schuldig walked towards the door to grab a towel to clean up the little blood mess on the floor. He looked back at Farfarello who was sleeping soundly with his emotionless expression like face. He sighed and walked out the door and into the hallway.
Brad looked up from his place at the bucket, squeezing the suds out of the rags and towels into the bucket. He sneered at Schuldig who smiled at him. Nagi looked as if he were trying to leap upon the German and tear him into pieces the size of sawdust. But he restrained himself. He ignored Nagi and walked over to Brad, grabbing one of the soaked rags. "What are you doing?" Brad asked. Schuldig turned around and glanced over his shoulder at Farfarello's cell door. "Farf's got me worried there. His fever isn't letting up at all, he's been puking constantly, and been bleeding." Schuldig said. Brad sighed. Nagi raised his voice a bit and explained, " His fever isn't going to let up anytime soon and of course he's going to vomit, he's sick. And he's always bleeding, ON PURPOSE." Nagi said. Schuldig scoffed at Nagi and walked away, knowing that something else was wrong. Farfarello's bleeding was coming from his mouth and he didn't have anything to cut his mouth with either. No knives. They were locked up someplace. Schuldig then walked back to Farfarello's cell. Brad continued to his work and then stopped realizing something. "He…. He just called him Farf?" Brad asked himself. They had never used nicknames for each other in this household.
Schuldig walked back into Farfarello's room, shutting the door behind him and sighing once more. He walked over to the sleeping psychopaths' bedside. He took his hand and brushed Farfarello's short bangs back, his hair felt so soft and it felt fuzzy at the same time. Schuldig wasn't sure if that was possible, but it was a nice feeling. The warmth of the cell was getting to him and he felt so tired. But he refrained himself from falling asleep again. He brought his thoughts back to the sleeping Irish man, whose expression hadn't changed since he had left the room. "I know something is wrong here, but I don't know what…" Schuldig said to himself while staring at the resting man, "I don't care what Nagi and Brad say. I'm finding you a doctor." He said. His eyes turned to Farfarello's patch. He had never seen what it looked like under there, and his curiosity was getting the better of him. He shakily took his hand from his bangs and reached for the patch, to lift it up. A hand shot out and grabbed his hand with a firm grip. His eyes shot open as he looked at the hand and followed it to the owner, to see Farfarello's good eye wide open, glinting with anger. He squeezed Schuldig's hand harder, watching the telepath wince in pain. Schuldig took his free hand and tried to pull the psychopath's away from his own. "Ow! Farfarello let go! Please!" Schuldig pleaded, he could feel the grip tighten and he could hear his bone grinding together, he was waiting to her the snap and for the pain to follow it. Farfarello blinked and let out a sigh and dropped his hand again. Schuldig, relieved, took his hand back and started to rub it, trying to shake away the pain that had stayed with his hand. Farfarello closed his eye again and muttered something. Schuldig turned and looked at the psychopath. "What?" Farfarello's eye burst open and he stared at Schuldig realizing that the telepath had heard him mutter. He hadn't intended him to. Farfarello turned his head to face the wall and said, "Sorry." Schuldig looked shocked and put his hand to Farfarello's forehead, it was quite warm, a lot warmer than before. Maybe that was the reason that he had apologized. He was sick that had to be it. Farfarello shut his eye enjoying the feeling of Schuldig's cool hand on his head. Schuldig smiled at Farfarello who unknowingly had made some sort of a purring noise in his throat. "I'll be right back I'm going to get Brad. K?" Schuldig stated. Farfarello just nodded and kept his eye shut.
Schuldig walked outside of Farfarello's cell and over to Brad who was in an apron with his business suit still on. His sleeves were pulled up along with is pant legs and his shoes were tossed to the side. He wore a weird frilly hat on his head as stray strands of hair poked out from under it. Brad turned around with an annoyed look and pushed his glasses up the ridge of his nose with his index finger. "What now?" he asked. He paused and his eyes widened. The world around him disappeared. It was one of his visions. Only this time it didn't come in all that clear. He saw shadow blurs of people. They were in a hospital. One was a red head and the other hair silvery white hair. They appeared to be Schuldig and Farfarello. He didn't like the feeling that he had gotten along with the vision. After a few seconds of watching the vision, it faded away into Schuldig's face, with an expression that he had never seen before. But to Brad, it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen before. Almost like an angel, even though he knew that wasn't true. "Brad? Brad? Are you there?" Schuldig repeatedly asked, shaking Brads' shoulders until he regained his conscious. Brad felt the heat come rushing to his face. He continued to stare at Schuldig. Schuldig sighed and then, "BRAD!!!!" Brad winced and cupped his ears with his hands as they rang with the telepaths' voice. Schuldigs' eyebrow twitched in frustration. Brad regained himself and looked up at the red head with annoyance. "What!" he shot back, it was more of a statement than a question. "I want you to come and check up on Farfarello for me because he apologized. He's been acting really weird and his mouth has been bleeding and-," Schuldig was cut off by Brad's hand. He had put it to his mouth. "Wait a second," he started as he pulled his hand away from Schuldigs' mouth. "He apologized? And his mouth is bleeding?" Brad asked. The German just nodded. Brad sighed and pushed his glasses up again. "Alright I'll be in, in a minute. Nagi, keep working I'll be back in a second." Brad said standing up. He looked up to see Schuldig gone, most likely in Farfarello's cell.
Brad walked into Farfarello's cell to see Schuldig standing next to the sleeping psychopath's bed with his arms crossed and chewing on one nail on his right hand while slumping on one hip. He walked over and placed his hand on Farfarello's head, checking its' warmth. "He's burning up with a fever." Brad said and pulled his hand away. Schuldig nodded, "I already knew that. But what do we do?" Brad cocked an eyebrow. "Why are you getting so worked up? It's probably just the flu, it'll pass." Brad said. That did it, Schuldig snapped. "WHY DO YOU GUYS TAKE THIS SO SIMPLY!?!?!?! DOESN'T ANYONE SEE THAT IT ISN'T SOME COMMON FLU?!?!? SOMETHING IS WRONG AND I KNOW IT!!!" Schuldig burst out at Brad who was now shocked beyond belief. Brads' glasses nearly fell off his nose. He was speechless, Schuldig, not knowing what else to do, stormed out of the cell and trudged down the hallway, knocking over the pail of water Nagi had soaked up. Nagi clenched his fists and seethed silently to himself. "He will PAY……." Nagi said in an evilly quiet voice. Schuldig tramped into kitchen, and searched their nicknamed 'junk drawer' for a phone book. Once he found the large book he began looking through the ads for a doctors' number. He found one, Dr. Hamaguchi. He ran into the living room and dug around through Brads' couches searching for the telephone. "I don't care what they think……..something is wrong……and I…..don't want to loose…….my friend if …….it's serious……"Schuldig said, between grasps for the phone until he found it. "Got it!" he yelled in satisfactory.
Brad stood by Farfarello's bed still staring at the door that the German had run out of. He didn't expect him to burst like that, but for some reason, it hurt. He didn't know why, but it did. Brad was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard something stir. He turned around to see Farfarello sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at the floor. Brad then realized how pale he looked. "What did you do to make him yell like that?" he asked in a cold and calm voice that sent shivers up Brads' spine. "I don't kno-," he was cut off by the Irish man. "Don't do it again." He turned his head to look at Brad, his yellow eye shimmered in the dark. "Don't." Brad nodded and walked out of the room. He shut the door to the cell and leaned against it. "Everybody is mad at me……wait a second…..Why am I taking orders' from a sick psychopath and feeling bad about getting yelled at by a sexy telepath?….Especially one with a mind as hentai like as his…That's just low Brad……..Why am I talking in third person? I think…I-I think I'll go call the doctor for Farfarello and see if he can do anything for me too…..Yes you do that Brad" Brad said, talking to himself, passing Nagi on his way. Nagi watched as Brad walked down the hallway talking to himself. Nagi's eyebrow twitched. "Am I the only sane one in this house? I think I'll go call Omi….." Nagi said dropping his cleaning tool, the rag, and ran down the hallway and up the stairs too his bedroom.
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