Title: Bloody Kisses
Author: Kenichi Farfello
Warnings: Lime in later chapters (might change too lemon if I get lots of good reviews), OOC Farf, depression, Farf-abuse
Disclaimer: I don't own them or the nightclubs they frequent.
A/N-please don't flame if u don't like it
Chapter One: Name
I sat up suddenly, jolted out of a terrifying nightmare that had really been composed of my memories. No one comes to check on me though. They would all just say "It's normal for crazy people to scream, isn't it?" and go back to their own dreams that certainly don't involve killing family…Sighing, I crawl from my bed and pull on a pair of jeans and a ripped shirt that read "Destroy Everything" and a hat to disguise my hair and some of my worse scars, before heading out. Yes, I have and actual bedroom and am allowed to leave the apartment. Only when I fall into one of my "spells" am I forbidden to leave. That's when they chain me up and leave me in the closet. They don't try to see me or even acknowledge that I only get so-called crazy at certain times and then I go and live in the attic and kill.
Did any of my teammates even consider that I might not be crazy or insane or anything but what they stereotyped me as? Biting my lip hard enough to draw blood, I distract myself from such thoughts as they usually lead to mutilating myself. It's true that Rosenkruez couldn't get me to feel any pain, but that's because my nerve responses to physical pain died long ago, but I can still feel pain. It's just I only feel emotional pain. Every time I kill I place a scar on myself, to prove to myself that a loss has hurt me, whether it was someone else or just my own emotions on what I had become. When my family…that led to the scars on my face and is why I wear an eye patch. I don't think anyone actually realized that I have 20/20 vision in both eyes. Pity. Taking off my eye patch, I head to my favorite bar to forget all about my crimes and painful sins.
As soon as I entered the Bloody Kiss, I headed over to the bar to start in my drunken voyage through the night. I turn to watch the dancers while I wait on my first drink and am surprised to see Weiss's Bombay dancing with grace, even more surprised when he heads over and sits down in the seat beside me. Downing my freshly-made shot, I decided to try talking to him.
"Umm…hey there. Do you want a drink or something?" I ask the petite blonde awkwardly.
"Uhh…do I know you?" He asks in return.
"Just call me Jei. What's your name?" I question, not giving my codename because I don't want to frighten the kitten away.
"I'm Omi. I think I'll take you up on that drink…" He replied hesitantly as if he was wondering if I was some creep who would prey on children or slip something in his drink. I tried to get the attention of the bartender, but when I did some of the flashing lights The Kiss is famous for caught along my face, highlighting my scars. I heard Omi hiss in awareness as he realized who I was. "Schwarz!"
"Please…I have a name, use it. It's hurtful to be known simply as 'Schwarz' or 'Berserker, the crazy man'. Surely you don't like being 'Weiss' or 'Bombay'. Let's just start over, okay? You don't like killing, I don't like killing, so let's call a truce." I offered, going on the assumption that the teenager wouldn't like killing and would agree to my terms hopefully.
There was a long pause while he thought about it. While I was waiting, I ordered another shot and a Sex On The Beach. I was downing my shot when I heard a soft "Alright" come from beside me, causing me to almost choke on my drink.
"Well alright then!" I replied happily," Do you wanna dance?" When Omi gave me a nod, we headed to the floor to dance. I guess this night turned out better than I thought it ever could and I gained a new friend.