Weiß Kruez- Hurting God
The bell over the door jangled as the final lingering fan girl left for the day. Ken sighed in relief; he thought today had been particularly hectic, if only because the days of floristry were adding up with fewer and fewer missions.
"Hey, Ken. Your turn to shop today."
Yohji threw him the paper grocery list, almost smirking at him. Yohji hated the supermarket; there weren't enough young women there. He enjoyed the chase, even if Ken knew very well that Aya and Yohji were fucking.
Ken caught the list, "Sure, Yohji." and tucked it into his pocket. His hand brushed his claw, which he carried even as a florist. Aya kept telling him to always be prepared.
He walked out of the shop, running a hand through his hair. He started walking down the street, mentally sighing and resigning himself to the florist life.
As he turned to cross the street, a familiar figure stood exactly 20 feet away from him, flickering into his peripheral vision. A pale man, average in height but with toned muscles, covered in bandages.
Farfarello of Schwarz.
Little hairs stood up on the back of Ken's neck as he tried to keep himself from his initial panic. He remembered had his claw with him, he could fight back. But not here, this was too public. He kept walking, leading to a deserted field that he knew he could fight in. The strange member of Schwarz followed behind him, always at 20 feet. As he walked, Ken pulled out his claw and slipped it on his hand. He could practically feel the smirk on his stalker's face.
Finally they reached the clearing. Ken walked until he knew Farfarello would be in clear view and he spun around, a fast charge ending in an upward slash.
The other man did not even wince, as feeling pain was not capable for him. Ken didn't understand, it looked like he'd let him. But then he stepped away, holding Ken's wrist as the younger boy shook to get away. He dropped the hand, saying, "I am not here to fight, Weiss."
"Then what is this about? Why are you stalking me?! You're Schwarz, and I'm Weiss, and you're saying you don't want to fight?" Ken flared; ready to slash at him again. But Farfarello quite calmly changed the subject.
"Do you believe in God?"
Ken looked away, angry and now confused. "Of course I don't believe in God. I wouldn't believe in anything that seems to only have ill effects."
"You are angry at him as well?"
"I guess... Why am I telling you this?" Ken asked no one in particular. "You're Schwarz, we're supposed to be killing each other, not discussing religion..." Ken looked around, confused. The bandaged man licked the blood off of his fingers, looking at him. He shook his head and left the clearing. He didn't fail to notice that the Schwarez man was following him again, but not quite so far away.
Continuing to the supermarket, Ken was unable to contain his frustration from his face at least. He was followed through the supermarket, though Farfarello had the decency to be less obvious. Ken eventually managed to purchase everything, though the completely unnerving stare of the Schwarz man made the shopping take longer.
He walked out of the supermarket, carrying the brown paper sack of his groceries in his arms. He was halfway home; with his guard let almost entirely down, when he felt a body at his back. He dropped the groceries in surprise, and strong arms wrapped around him, one hand that held a chemical pad clamped over his mouth. He went weak, slumping into the arms, and the last thing he saw was a tomato rolling down the street. Then it went black.
The bell over the door jangled as the final lingering fan girl left for the day. Ken sighed in relief; he thought today had been particularly hectic, if only because the days of floristry were adding up with fewer and fewer missions.
"Hey, Ken. Your turn to shop today."
Yohji threw him the paper grocery list, almost smirking at him. Yohji hated the supermarket; there weren't enough young women there. He enjoyed the chase, even if Ken knew very well that Aya and Yohji were fucking.
Ken caught the list, "Sure, Yohji." and tucked it into his pocket. His hand brushed his claw, which he carried even as a florist. Aya kept telling him to always be prepared.
He walked out of the shop, running a hand through his hair. He started walking down the street, mentally sighing and resigning himself to the florist life.
As he turned to cross the street, a familiar figure stood exactly 20 feet away from him, flickering into his peripheral vision. A pale man, average in height but with toned muscles, covered in bandages.
Farfarello of Schwarz.
Little hairs stood up on the back of Ken's neck as he tried to keep himself from his initial panic. He remembered had his claw with him, he could fight back. But not here, this was too public. He kept walking, leading to a deserted field that he knew he could fight in. The strange member of Schwarz followed behind him, always at 20 feet. As he walked, Ken pulled out his claw and slipped it on his hand. He could practically feel the smirk on his stalker's face.
Finally they reached the clearing. Ken walked until he knew Farfarello would be in clear view and he spun around, a fast charge ending in an upward slash.
The other man did not even wince, as feeling pain was not capable for him. Ken didn't understand, it looked like he'd let him. But then he stepped away, holding Ken's wrist as the younger boy shook to get away. He dropped the hand, saying, "I am not here to fight, Weiss."
"Then what is this about? Why are you stalking me?! You're Schwarz, and I'm Weiss, and you're saying you don't want to fight?" Ken flared; ready to slash at him again. But Farfarello quite calmly changed the subject.
"Do you believe in God?"
Ken looked away, angry and now confused. "Of course I don't believe in God. I wouldn't believe in anything that seems to only have ill effects."
"You are angry at him as well?"
"I guess... Why am I telling you this?" Ken asked no one in particular. "You're Schwarz, we're supposed to be killing each other, not discussing religion..." Ken looked around, confused. The bandaged man licked the blood off of his fingers, looking at him. He shook his head and left the clearing. He didn't fail to notice that the Schwarez man was following him again, but not quite so far away.
Continuing to the supermarket, Ken was unable to contain his frustration from his face at least. He was followed through the supermarket, though Farfarello had the decency to be less obvious. Ken eventually managed to purchase everything, though the completely unnerving stare of the Schwarz man made the shopping take longer.
He walked out of the supermarket, carrying the brown paper sack of his groceries in his arms. He was halfway home; with his guard let almost entirely down, when he felt a body at his back. He dropped the groceries in surprise, and strong arms wrapped around him, one hand that held a chemical pad clamped over his mouth. He went weak, slumping into the arms, and the last thing he saw was a tomato rolling down the street. Then it went black.