Naoe Nagi
Farfarello sat inside the barn sitting just on the edge of
the rafters of the huge open space in the roof of the barn, he
could hear small animals scurrying about below and the sound of
tiny bird feet on the tin above his head. He crouched there as
still as he could be at the moment slightly giggling to himself,
laughing as he when through his previous kill in his mind over
again and again, how perfect that kill had been, how spread the
blood had been, how much had the flesh been ripped apart before
leaving the father of two in his daughters bedroom for her to
find when she got home from school. He laughed a little louder.
He wished he could of been there to see the look of hurt on the
child's and wife's face. But he had moved on, that house alone
and that sorrow alone could not bring that much pain to god.
The barn stood right next to a church, within that particular
church were many many children, all scampering about happily singing
and playing while learning about how false there god was. Farfarello
spit on the ground watching the color of his saliva, red after
cutting his tongue on his knives, he delighted in the different
color of the bubbles.
After Sunday school the children would come to play in the barn,
they always did, he had seen them previous so many times while
going by with his teammates. They of course didn't understand
the toucher it was to let them play and sing learning of god.
They did not understand how much He needed to hurt them, how much
he longed to feel there soft children's skin tear and rip over
and over again, he had pictured it in his mind so much it he could
picture the death of each individual child. And although he didn't
know there names, he had there deaths planned each of them had
his special attention. He would get them, get them for that toucher
he had endured. For now nobody was there to stop him Farfarello
knew this kill would be even more beautiful the the last, it would
linger in gods memory, tainting his mind with sorrow for a few
moments, those moments Farfarello would cherish, yes he would
marvel on this for awhile.
"And I shall feel there still warm blood run down my fingers
and lace my face. I shall feel there small hands grasp at mine
in there death, I will watch there eyes cry out at me and I shall
stay silent. Hurt the children of god," He laughed to himself,
snickering and taking out his two knives to stair into there reflexive
edges. his one amber eyes reflected back in on it's self. he snickered,
he could almost see the deaths that had come by these knives over
again in there edges.
"Sussh!" He said to himself with a wicked smile.
"They come."
Schuditch ran his fingers through his gorges long red hair.
He smiled at his reflection in the mirror, his jade eyes held
much discontent.
He had not even gone out drinking last night? What was the matter
with him? He cursed as Remembering he would never again get drunk
in the apartment, the last time he had done that. He had found
himself in Farfarellos padded room wearing a straight jacket and
staring at the pale mans eye and wondering how he was going to
get out of this one.
That nigh that he and Nagi had stayed up playing cards, yes cards!
Go fish to be exact. The kid had complained that he had nothing
to do when Schuldig had when out, and he hated it when Nagi blamed
him for running away from Brad. Schuditch had been feeling quite
lazy that evening anyway and decided to stay with the little
fck. Because he is such a nice guy.
lying in bed he starred at the ceiling fan moving slowly around
and around, it was not time to get up yet, it was in fact not
even noon! Why was he up so early? He cursed rolling over and
placing his face into his pillow. He hadn't even had sex last
night! stupid Nagi. He moaned but the twirling feeling in his
stomach told him it was time to get up and wouldn't go away until
he did, laying in bed for too long doing nothing made him sick
to his stomach. He moved up and out of his bed quickly threw a
pair of pants on and grabbed a clean suite. He walked out of the
room and into the hallway.
The sun spilt in through a single small window at the end of
the hallway, over the bench and onto the Dark chocolate colored
carpet. the carpet was soft and warm under his feet. Nagi never
liked to be could and so had the heat on all the time in his room
downstairs. Warming the floor for the upstairs people.
But the air upstairs air was always could, Schuldig thought it
might of been because of Brad. Brad didn't like the heat and so
he could of put up some kind of heat thing around the upstairs
to allow him to sleep better. He shrugged, it didn't matter anyway.
He turned into the door across the hallway from brads room, turning
on the bathroom light he put his clothes down stripping his pants
and placing them in the laundry bin. A shower would do him good.
Shivering in the could air he turned on the hot water. The steam
from it warmed his body, he sighed and moved into the hot water.
It warmed his skin leaving him wanting to stay there in that warmth
forever, but Brad would not like him using all the hot water and
so he reached for the shampoo and began washing himself.
Nagi heard the water pump (Witch was located just on the other
side of his bedroom wall) start up and smiled briefly to himself,
Finally! Schu was up.
He had always waited for someone else to get up before moving
about in the apartment. It made him feel more secure to have one
more person up. Having already been dressed and up for about
two hours, it didn't matter he always had his online friends to
chat to in the morning. Nagi moved out of his room and into the
living room. Passing all the mess him and Schu had made last nigh,
Schu was a rough card player and didn't lose too good either,
Nagi had remembered it had ended in Schuditch reading his mind,
and he still lost! Complaining that Nagi had been cheating somehow
he had pushed the boy over and Nagi and pushed him back with his
powers. It ended up in a big play fight. The most fun Nagi had
ever had with one of his teammates. It made him feel good, that
Schu had stayed in that nigh, not only was that a plus because
brad did not beat him for allowing Schuldig out, Nagi had lots
of fun with his German friend. Striding into the kitchen he looked
in the refrigerator for breakfast, he was always the one to make
meals around here, but it didn't bother him, he liked it in the
kitchen it was the only room in the entire apartment that had
so much sunlight. Spilling in through one large window and two
smaller ones. He took out the eggs and milk placing them on the
counter he frowned. Where had he last put the flour? Pointing
to the below cupboard three from his left and it flew open.
"There!" The flour was hoisted up and onto the counter
by unseen forces. They would have pan cakes this morning.
"Nagi! You little bstrd!" Schuldig cursed in German
as the water turned so hot he jumped out of the shower.
opse sorry Schu, came Nagis reply. Schuldig just
shook his head and began to dry himself, he would get Nagi later.
Putting on his clothes and moved out of the steaming bathroom.
Brads door was still closed, Schuditch smiled to himself, thinking
his own dirty thoughts, he opened the door just a crack and peeked
into Crawfords room. Brad lay there his dark hair moved slightly
with the breeze coming from the window. Schuldig move to stand
over brad. He smiled happily to himself and placed a single finger
lightly on brads upper neck just behind his ear, tracing down
his fine chin and landing with a soft touch to his thin lips.
"Brad..." He whispered into brads ear, placing his face
very close to Crawfords.
"Brady darling..." No response. Schuldig frowned and
sat on Brads legs leaning forward until he lay on top of brad,
cuddling his teammate.
"Crawford..." He cooed softly into his ears, expecting
to be hit over the head, topple off of brad and pummeled into
the ground. Still no response, Schuldig was beginning to worry
now, Brad would of never willingly let him do that to him, Ever.
"Brad wake up you Fucker!" He grabbed Brad by his shoulders
and shook him, still nothing, he looked Brad over, he was covered
in sweat. In fact his hair was plastered to his head with it,
his breathing was not regular, slow and ragged.
"Brad!" Schuldig backhanded Brad.
"Stop fooling around! You bitch!" But Schuldig knew
Crawford; The man with a mission, was not the type to fool around.
Brad moaned but that was it. Something was wrong! Schuldig got
up off of brad and turned the light on. Heedless of the pain it
brought to his eyes which had become used to the darkness. Brads
room was ransacked! His dresser had been tipped and gone trough
his things scattered all over the floor and his white bed sheets
stained with blood.
"NAGI!" Schuldig threw the covers off of brad there
was not much serious done to him, a few gashes to his chest and
shoulders and one along his lower leg. Nothing to cause his sweating
and breathing problems. Yet the sight of brads blood all over
his own sheets disgusted Schuldig.
"Schu," Nagi opened the door and gasped.
"Brad.." Schuldig flinched as brad began to cough and
convulse. Nagi hurried to his side.
"How did this happen?" Nagi looked around the room,
appalled by the sight.
"He left the window unlocked." Schuldig had noticed
that Brad was sick earlier this week, he tried to deny it but
he could see when brad was sick. Brady was edgy and paranoid when
he didn't feel well, for when brad was sick his visions were either
not there or to bury to recognize. And living as confident as
he did was only possible because Brad could control what was going
on before it happened. When sick, Brad lost that ability and so
was much more cautious in the little things he did. and sometimes
missing little things burning himself on the coffee pot or slamming
his fingers in the bathroom door when he was particularly mad.
that was the only time Brad cursed, when he seemed normal.
"But couldn't he have seen this coming?" Nagi began
to check his fever, moving Crawfords dark hair off of his pail
face.
"Apparently not!" Schuldig cursed once again and kicked
the toppled dresser.
exiting the room with another curse.
"Schu! Get me some water and clothe!" Nagi shouted
to him.
Schuldig almost tripped as he ran down the stairs trying to bring
up names for this act. Thinking of who the hell had the nerve
to attack Schwartz! to attack Brad! While we slept for Christ
sake! Who could be that quiet and make that much mess at the same
time?
"Cowards, couldn't even face him when awake." He cursed
as he walked into the kitchen, Nagi was burning the pancakes.
He flipped the burner off and opened the window to let the smoke
that was filling the downstairs drift out. He choked his way down
the stairs and into the basement stairs, descending into the darkness.
In order to keep Farfarello 'contained' and not about at night
he is locked downstairs but Schuldig had not heard his ranting
and wretched voice singing yet this morning and it worried him.
He moved closer to the big oak door and peered into the darkness.
The lock. It looked fine, it looked shut. Schuldig moved closer.
He wanted to make sure.
"Oh Farfy! Come on my little Farfarello, why are you not
ranting this morning little dove? I miss your singing."
He touched the lock on the door and it came open, it wasn't locked,
"Damn!" Schuldig rushed through the door and into the
room dedicated to Farfarello. The dark room, he had broken all
the light bulbs and used the shards of glass to cut himself, it
must of been hard to do that in a straight jacket and Schuldig
didn't want to know how he had managed reach the roof, so there
were no more light bulbs in his room. The padded walls he had
smeared his own blood all over them for some reason, no one really
knew why he does the things he does. Or how, farfarello was most
of the time drugged out of his mind to try and keep him quiet
and contained. It didn't work anyway, Schuldig wondered why Brad
continued to drug him senseless at night. He still screeched and
laugh maniacally, ranting out passages from the bible. Nagi had
soundproofed his walls, Schuldig didn't blame him.
He searched the dark coroners of the room for the albino man,
most of the time you could see his one eye reflecting light back
at you before anything else.
Something in one of the dark coroners of the room caught his
eye. He moved in the direction of the mass of shadows clumped
in the dark corner.
"Farfarello? Come here my dove. Farfy!" Schuldig cursed
in German snatching Farfarellos straight jacket up out of the
shadows, it had been sliced down the back. Cursing all the way
he ran back upstairs, stopping at the bathroom grabbing cloth
and could water.
"Nagi, Farfarellos gone." Nagi took the clothe and
wet it, moving the it over Brad, washing away the dried blood
that had been smeared over his chest.
"Who could of done this?" Nagis question rang in Schuldichs
head also. The one thing he knew was, it was most likely Weiss.
And he would get them for it.
