Disclaimer: None of them are mine except for Yohji's mystery lover.
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Nagi ran into his room and threw himself on the bed. He felt so lost and out of place. He was stuck in a house with the Schwartz team: a psychopath bent on mutilating himself who is sick at the moment, a perverted telepath who on occasion sent disturbing images to his head, and a man nicknamed Mr. I'vegotastickupmyassandrefusetopullitoutbeforeyouscrewyourself, who is on the verge of breaking out into hysterics. He was not having such a great day and knew that it would stay that way for a while. His teachers were constantly pressuring him with his exams coming up, and the kids at school were bugging him more. At home, one of his teammates is sick, which is really bad considering he is already mentally disturbed, and his other teammate is acting weird and is throwing fits. He also had to put up with the mess he had to clean that the telepath had made. The oldest of them and the only other normal one is now being thrown into the brink of insanity. Just what he needed, two psychopaths and a hentai like telepath. Nagi sighed and put his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. He then sat up and smiled, "I know what I'll do…" He ran over to the other side of his room and picked up a see through telephone. He didn't know what he'd do without it, connections to the outside world. He punched in the numbers for a store in town. He listened to the dial tone and waited for someone to pick up. A voice that sounded loud and sort of deep picked up. "Kitty in the House, this is Yohji the perfect man speaking how may I help you?" Yohji snickered; obviously hoping it was a girl. Nagi would have fun with this. He cleared his throat and started to talk. "Oh, hello….um I was wondering if there was a boy there I don't know his name though." Nagi said in a quiet and feminine voice. This was one of his private talents. "Oh really? You looking for a man with perfect shoulder length blonde hair and eyes, neh?" Yohji asked, trying to pick up the supposed girl on the other side of the line.
Nagi was about to open his mouth and say something when he heard a conversation going on the other line. "YOHJI!" he heard a loud smack on the other end. "OW!" "You don't like me anymore….do you? THAT'S WHY YOU FLIRT WITH EVERYONE BUT ME!!!" Came a whiny boys voice on the other end. "Aw come on, I was only playing…Hey…. Where are you going?!?!? Please don't leave!!! Come back!!" "No if you're going to be like that then I'm leaving for good Yohji Kudou." There was a loud thud as the phone was dropped and the sound of footsteps. "Yohji! Make sure you're back before dinner!" came another voice. Nagi perked up at this voice.
"I'm sorry about that. May I help you?" came Omi's voice.
"Hello Omi." Nagi said. On the other line, Omi got the biggest smile on his face.
"What are you up to? Need help with homework or something?"
"No I just needed to talk to someone. Life over here…just isn't all that normal."
"I see. What about it?"
"Let's see…. Farfarello is really sick and is puking everywhere, which is really bad because we can't put him in his straight jacket or tie him up. Schuldig is blowing fumes at Brad and is acting weird…He tried to do the laundry…."
"Schuldig did the laundry?!" Omi fell over onto the floor on the other side.
"Yeah…that was my reaction when I saw the mess, especially since I had to clean it up. Brad helped me before Schuldig dragged him in to check up on Farfarello and then Schuldig ran out and kicked the bucket I had filled with the water and suds. Then Brad came out in near hysterics…. He was talking to himself and answering…He's been working too much." Nagi explained.
"Wow. And you've got the exams coming up too? Man that must suck…I would invite you over here but since our teams are enemies…. Aya might kill you…. I'll suck up to him enough to let you come over."
"And how might I ask will you do that?"
"Take a guess." Omi said, giving a brilliant smile.
"…….NO!!! NOT THAT!!!!!"
"Why not?" Omi cried.
"Because you only do that for me…..and it's supposed to be only for me."
"Don't worry you're still tops on my list for that." Omi winked.
"Oh and so I guess Aya's second?"
"No! Of course not! I just really want you to come over. I only get to see you during missions and during school."
"Oh….Sorry about last mission. How's your arm I had to make it look real otherwise Brad threatened to put me in Farfarello's cell with him unchained."
"It's okay."
There was a silent pause that lasted for a few minutes.
"So can I?" Omi asked.
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaase?"
"No." Nagi stated, quite annoyed.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase?"
"No!"
"PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAASSSSE????????"
"NO!"
"Aw come on!"
"No. That action is for me only. You even said so yourself." Nagi sneered.
"I'm doing it now." Omi smiled.
"I can't see it so I don't believe it."
There was a slight noise as Nagi's fax machine turned on. He walked over to it hesitantly, knowing what to expect.
"You didn't."
"I did."
"I'm not going over there."
"Are you sure?"
Nagi's eyebrow twitched in frustration. He was trying to fight off the urge to walk over and take the picture that Omi had faxed him.
"Aw heck with it!" Nagi gave up and stormed off over to his fax machine to pick up the picture. Omi giggled on the other side. He picked up the picture and looked at it, drool was automatically building up in his mouth. Omi was wearing his pink bunny pajamas with over sized ears that lopsided on his head complete with a fuzzy bunny tail. He was giving the most adorable puppy dog eyes.
"Please?" Omi said on the other side of the phone as Nagi stared at the picture. Nagi's mouth twitched a bit as he tried to refrain from giving up. But it was too much. Nagi sighed, which signaled to Omi that he had given up. "Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay!" Omi cheered. "And what reward do I get in return?" Nagi asked. "You'll see when Aya gives up." Omi responded. "Ok I have to go before Brad comes up here to see why the line is busy. He'd kill me if he knew about 'us'." "Ok" "See you at school love. Bai bai" "Love you too bai bai." Omi said and they hung up the phone.
Brad chose that moment to walk in. "I couldn't get on the internet…Why was the line busy?" Brad said, calmly. He must have gotten over that talking to himself stage… Thank God I thought that he was still on the verge of breaking down. Nagi thought to himself and sighed. He looked up to see Brad's annoyed face, his eyebrow twitching once more. "Um…Pizza?" He said trying to find and excuse. Brad shrugged and walked away back to his working computer.
Schuldig had meanwhile gotten over his little temper tantrum with Brad and was sitting on the couch with the phone in hand. He had stopped calling the doctor when Nagi had been thinking too freely. So he decided to stop for a second and listen. He giggled a bit when Nagi had thought 'Thank God'. Note to self.. Tell Farfarello about Nagi's little sigh of relief statement. Then he leaned back and picked up the phone once more. He dialed the numbers quickly and effortlessly, knowing where all the buttons were. He waited for someone to pick up. After about ten rings someone finally did pick up. "Hello?" was the first word out of the secretary's mouth. "Yes I need to set up an appointment for a friend of mine…" Schuldig said. "Name?" "Farfarello." "First or Last?" "Whole." The secretary on the other line twitched. She had been working with these files for over 80 years and only one name she had seen didn't have a last name. It sat in a little compartment labeled 'Psycho Files'. She gulped and went over to the metal box that contained it. She opened it and a wave or moths flew out. "ACK!" "What is it?" "Nothing. I'm going to put you on hold for a second." Schuldig sighed, as this was taking too long for his impatient mind. He twitched as the hold music came on. It sounded a lot similar to the Jeopardy theme. Meanwhile, the secretary was relieving the medical folder of the cobwebs and dust and behold at the tab on the top, was the name 'Farfarello'. She held up the folder and sighed. She remembered this case. The last time she had saw him and she hoped was the last time, was at the mental asylum. He had been in his padded cell with a straight jacket and guards surrounding every possible exit. And fifty feet above the ground of the padded floor was a glass window where people could observe his behavior. He looked so quiet and calm until the doctor came in to give him his booster shot. The psycho had a knife buried in the depths of his straight jacket and had sliced threw the jacket and cut into the doctors neck and started to dice him up when they weren't looking out threw the window and threw his pieces at it so when they turned around we saw a big splatter of blood and chunks of the doctors flesh pouring off the window. They could hear his laughter through the window. And that was all she wanted to remember of the last time they met.
Schuldig on the other line twitched as the music was getting really disturbing. He was just about to yell into the phone that he didn't care anymore and hang up when the music stopped and he heard a click. "I'm back. Thank you for your patience. I have found 'Farfarello's' medical folder. He is due for quite a few blood tests and shots." The secretary stated. Schuldig was mimicking her on the other line. "Yeah yeah so when can you people check up on him?" He asked. The secretary wanted to reply 'never' but knew she had to give a date. "How about…" she scanned through the list of available times and realized that the appointment an hour from now had been canceled and left open. She mentally cried, not wanting to die when she had at least a few more years of life left. "We have an open space an hour from now…" she almost cried out. Schuldig smiled and said, "See ya then!" and hung up. He had successfully made an appointment.
Schuldig started to prance down the hallway and ran down to Brad's workroom and opened up the door slightly. He peered inside to see that Brad had finally gotten online to do research. Then all he heard was Brad furiously typing away on his computer. This was he chance. He opened the door and slammed it yelling, "Hey Bradley!" Brad face faulted and hit his nose on the monitor he had been sitting so close. He got an annoyed look and looked over at an overly happy Schuldig. "What do you want…" Brad said in a monotone voice. "Can you drive me someplace?" He pleaded. Brad was now suspicious. Schuldig had his own car. "No." "Please?" "No"
"Pleeease?!"
"NO!" Brad ended it and continued to type.
"Please?"
There was no response.
"Fine then."
Schuldig stormed off. He walked down the hallway, grabbing Farfarello's leash and collar off a table on his way out. He walked over to the cool metal door and opened it. He peered inside the cell to see nothing but darkness. Schuldig flicked on the light to see a messy bed and a book on top of it. It wasn't a very large book, sort of small and thin. Schuldig picked it up and studied it to find a gold lock on it. The book was black and had gold lettering on it. Schuld. It was German, guilt. Schuldig was just about to look for something to pick the lock with when he heard a loud noise. Without thinking he put the book in his pocket of his over jacket and walked out of the cell to see what the racket was.
He walked down the hallway and stopped, listening to the noise; it was coming from the kitchen. He moved towards the kitchen and peered around the corner. Someone was hunched over what appeared to be the blender. Schuldig smiled as he could tell that cute but from anywhere, since it was sticking out of nowhere. Besides who else would stare at a blender for no reason. "Hey Farf. What are you doing?" Farfarello glared at Schuldig out of his good eye for the nickname. Schuldig grimaced at whatever was in the blender. Farfarello ignored the question and proceeded to pick up his knife and shove it in the moving blender. He put it in so only the tip would go into the substance. He pulled the tip back out and sucked on what ever it was. "It helps calm my stomach." Schuldig was shocked that he had gotten an answer, he wasn't expecting one. Schuldig shrugged. "Whatever…. Well come on I'm taking you… someplace." Schuldig said, being careful not to mention the doctors' office. Farfarello wasn't the biggest fan of the doctors'. The Irish man sighed and dipped his knife in once again only down a lot further so that the knife was stuck in the blades. The blender made a funny noise while the two looked on to see what would happen. The next thing they knew they were covered in the puke green substance. Farfarello fell back onto his butt with a small thud. His eye was wide and he looked so innocent and vulnerable. He was still shocked that that had happened. His hair had messy green globs in it, along with his clothes and his one eye was wide and fascinated in the explosion. A small smile curved on his lips, the first smile that Schuldig had seen that was not sadistic or psychotic. Then he started to chuckle and laugh, leaving Schuldig the most clueless person on earth. He had never seen Farfarello like this, so childlike. Almost as if Jei was winning a conscious battle in his head. The psychopath regained his composure once more and stood up. "I think we should clean off first." Suggested Schuldig. "Quick pine valley because we have to be someplace in an hour."
Farfarello went over to the bathroom and cleaned his hair off and took off his clothes, scrubbing himself really quick with soap and water. He grabbed a towel and started to dry off. He growled as he realized he had forgotten new clothes. He decided to search through the bathroom closet for any old clothes that might fit him. He was rummaging through some towels when a pair of clothes fell on his head. He looked at them but decided that they would have to do. He slid them on and walked out. Schuldig had used Brad's bathroom and was done. "What took you so lo-," he stopped in mid sentence and looked at Farfarello. His eyes widened. He was wearing a pair of skintight leather black jeans and a skintight maroon long sleeved shirt, the clothes being beaten and torn in some places. They were Schuldig's old clothes, the ones he wore when he first came off the streets and into the Schwartz team. Schuldig's nose started to bleed furiously. He started to feel lightheaded, and ran into the bathroom to stop the bleeding. A few second later he returned with two tissues shoved up each nostril. A blush crossed his face in embarrassment. "Let's go." Schuldig said, walking by the psychopath who let out a mental laughter so that the telepath could hear it. Schuldig sneered, "Well I was going to be nice and let you go without your leash and collar, but now…" Farfarello smiled, the telepath had no idea that he loved to be led around on a leash, it scared God's followers. Schuldig came over and fastened the collar around his neck, above the belt. He took the hook and placed it on collar. "Alright let's go."
Meanwhile in Brad's room, Brad was still typing away, unaware of what was to happen. He blinked and looked up as he had another vision. He rubbed his temples when he saw what was to happen. To see if it was true he walked over to the car key rack to reveal, his car keys missing. He started to growl and ran out the door, "SCHULDIG GET YOUR SCRAWNY LITTLE BUT BACK HERE!!!!!!!" He yelled out to the car speeding away down the street.
Farfarello stared back at Brad who was trying to chase the car but wasn't successful. It's easier to chase a car on all fours, at least for me… The Irish man's thoughts trailed off. Oh really? A nasal voice came into mind. The psychopath sighed.
"Why are we even taking Crawfords' car?" "Because mines' downtown for repair. Some idiot crashed into it." Schuldig explained. I'll bet you the persons' thinking the same thing… Farfarello deliberately thought for Schuldig to hear. Was that I joke I hear? The telepaths' nasal voice came into his mind once more. The Irish psychopath let a menacing smirk cross his lips before doubling over and throwing up on the new carpet in Brad's car. Schuldig grimaced at the mess on the floor. He looked at Farfarello who seemed to be experiencing some sort of emotion, which was very abnormal. A slight blush of embarrassment crossed the psychopath's face. This was really new; Farfarello had never shown any emotion before, so why now? He had never been sick before either. "Are you car sick?" Schuldig asked while sighing. Farfarello just stared, wide eyed at the floor. Schuldig swerved the car, sending another wave up puek up. So many thoughts raced through his head at that moment. He let down his mind barrier, allowing Schuldig to sort through his thoughts. What's going on? What is this stuff? Am I feeling something? What is it? I don't like it…But yet I do…I'm confused. Jei is taking over! I don't like that thought…I mustn't let Jei break through! Jei died long ago! This is God's doing, putting me through torture for what I have done to him… Schuldig jumped out of the thoughts, thinking that these were very major personal to the psychopath beside him. "Hang on Farf were just about there…." The red head said, in attempt to sooth Farfarello.
They pulled into the doctor's office parking lot got out of the black car. Farfarello, who seemed fine, now, stood up with ease, a little lightheaded and confused but other than that, he was okay, from what he looked. But Schuldig noticed that he was much paler than usual. They walked into the office, Schuldig nearly passed out from the smell. Farfarello seemed very pleased with the faint smell of someone's blood being put into a needle. The psychopath took a seat as the red head walked over to the secretary. The secretary looked up at Schuldig, "May I help you?" The voice was the one he had talked to on the phone. "Yes you may, I'm here for an appointment for my friend." He said through his nasal voice. "And may I ask who is your friend?" He smirked. He's sitting over there the one with the collar and leash attached to the chair, Farfarello. He said through telepathy. The secretary seemed confused and just decided to look over. And there he was sitting in the chair; only he seemed different from last time. She didn't know what though. She paled over anyways and looked at the clock. They were right on time. "Get him and I'll show you the way…" She said her voice full of fear. Schuldig smiled completely, "Okay!" He started to walk happily over to Farfarello when he stopped and sent a message to the frightened secretary. Don't sound so scared, neh? Otherwise he's liable to jump and tear you to bits, I forgot to leave his knives in the car. A nasal laughter finished the message. She turned around and stared directly at Schuldig.
The secretary walked down the hallway with the telepath and Irishman. She stopped in front of a yellow door. "This is your room, Dr. Hamaguchi should be with you in a few minutes." She said and started to sprint back down the hallway, not wanting to stay with the two any longer. Farfarello looked at the door again and snapped his fingers in disappointment.
"Neh?"
"It's not red like the color of blood or orange like the color of –," Farfarello stopped himself there; he didn't want to finish the sentence he had started. It wasn't meant to come out like that. Schuldig's eyes bugged out realizing that Farfarello might be talking about his own hair. Farfarello realized this and continued the sentence to cover up. "Of other peoples blood. Yeah yeah. Some people have orange blood because there isn't enough iron." The Irishman laughed hesitantly, like a little kid would. I think I should take him to see a psychiatrist too… Schuldig trailed off. The walked into the door and Farfarello sat down on a bench like bed with white paper on it. He let his feet dangle and kicked them back and forth.
A few minutes later the doorknob turned and a man with a large muscular build stepped in, ducking so as not to hit his head in the door way. He had a small beard that looked like he just hadn't shaven that morning. He had long hair pulled back into a loose ponytail in the middle of his back. But what was attracting both their attentions was the patch that he wore over his eye and the scar that protruded out from under it. "Well hello there, I'm Dr. Hamaguchi. I believe this is your first time here, neh?" He asked in a kind manner. He turned to Schuldig, "Are you the boy's father?" Schuldig seemed enraged that someone would think that he was old enough to be Farfarello's father. He wasn't that much older than the Irishman.
"No! My name is Schuldig and I'm his friend. Literally I think I'm the only one he won't kill…" He muttered the last part. "Oh I'm sorry." The doctor said and turned around to look at Farfarello, who was waiting for the doctor to back up in fear. But he was disappointed when he didn't.
"You must be Farfarello."
He nodded.
"Well, why don't you tell me about yourself?"
Silence and a solemn, lone, empty, emotionless star from a golden yellow eye was the reply.
"Not much of a talker neh?"
"Oh he talks, just not to people he doesn't know all that well, he likes to keep to himself" came Schuldig's nasal voice.
"Oh I see."
The doctor moved away and over to the folder with the Irishman's medical records. "Well this says that the last doctor you had you murdered. That's interesting. You're also due for a check up and many shots…" The doctor trailed off. "That's not the point of why we came." Schuldig said, the doctor looked up. "He's sick, he's never sick which means something is definitely wrong." Schuldigs voice tone changed slightly showing a hint of worry. The doctor put the folder down and drew up a chair and leaned back in it. "Ok shoot. Tell me what's wrong."
"We live with two other people, in our house, the actually smart ones."
"Is that important?"
"No but listen. I went to go feed Farfarello today because we keep him in a straightjacket and in a cell-," he was cut off yet again.
"Why might I ask do you do that?"
"I'm insane that's why." The psychopath said. All eyes drew to him as he sat there fingering his knife and started to make little slicing in his fingers with it.
"Farfie! Not in a doctor's office!"
The Irishman grunted and ignored the order, leaving the doctor sweatdropping.
"Continue please?"
"Well as I was saying I went to go feed him and he looked really pale. Then he doubled over and threw up. That's when I knew something was wrong because as I've said before, he's never been sick."
"Go on." The doctor said, scribbling down what Schuldig was saying.
"He's been throwing up constantly and so I told one of our teammates and he said it was the flu."
"Sounds like it so far."
"But I knew it couldn't be the flu because his gums were bleeding. I don't know if he bit himself to try and taste his blood or what but there weren't any knives for him to chew on because I hid them. I gave them to him when we came here though."
This caught the doctor's attention.
The doctor stood up and walked over to the door. "I'll be right back I'm going to run get something to run a test. But before I get back I need you to fill this up." He said and tossed Farfarello a cup. The doctor left.
"With what?" the psychopath asked staring blankly at the cup.
Schuldig's eyes popped out of his head and blushed profoundly.
"It means…. well…."he tried to explain but walked over to Farfarello and whispered it into his ear. A faint blush crossed the psychopath's face.
He got up and walked out of the room and toward the bathroom, to fill the cup. He walked back in with it filled to the brim. "This is disgusting!" he grimaced at the cup and placed it on the table. Just then the doctor walked back in, holding a very large needle. "Ok I'm ready." He said cleaning off the tip very quickly.
"This is going to go into your lower hip and it might hurt quite a bit." He said pulling down the brim of Farfarello's pants, revealing a pair of boxers. The doctor pulled the brim of those down too. Schuldig's nose started to twitch as blood poured from it. "I'll be right back!" he yelled as he ran out of the door and to the bathroom. The doctor just stared.
"Strange fellow neh?"
Farfarello just didn't respond.
"Ok here we go!" he said and put the needle into his hip, hitting the bone to get a bone marrow sample.
Farfarello smiled as he watched the blood go up into the tube. All the red of the blood, his favorite color besides orange. He started to feel lightheaded but didn't faze from it.
Schuldig chose that moment to walk into the door with tissues up his nose again. He froze from the sight of a needle in Farfarello's hip and blood coming into tube. He never felt queasy about this before, but he sure as hell did now. He fell backwards and passed out on the floor. The doctor turned to Farfarello.
"I think he's the one who needs the help, not you."
The Irishman nodded in agreement.
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Schuldig was in the middle of a field, under a random willow tree, watching the sky. A small boy, almost ghostlike, came up to Farfarello and started to run in circles around the tree, laughing childishly. The boy came to a stop and looked directly at the red headed telepath. He smiled his eyes squinting, not fully shut, the golden yellow in his eyes sparkling.
"Hello Schuldig." The boy said.
Schuldig looked shocked but responded anyways.
"How- how do you know my name??"
"I know many things about you."
"Who are you?"
"I am Jei."
"Jei?" Schuldig asked.
The boy nodded.
"Then where's?"
"Farfarello?"
Schuldig nodded.
"He's here. I live in the unconsciousness of his mind. I control his actions when he is asleep. I know all his deepest secrets. I hold his memories and thoughts."
This intrigued the telepath's mind.
"Secrets? Wait a minute how do I know that I'm just not dreaming this up, neh?"
"You are dreaming this, but what you don't know about this is that you are inside Farfarello's mind, asleep."
Schuldig gasped, not realizing that he could do that.
"This is what he sees in the back of his head at the moment."
Jei held out his hands and a small black sphere appeared as a small picture came into focus. It was a small boy. Schuldig gasped once more as he realized that he boy in the picture was himself, sitting in an endless abyss of darkness.
"Your subconscious figure is sending mental images of your inner self to him."
Schuldig seemed fascinated in this.
Jei dropped his hands and the sphere went away.
"Jei!" a voice in the distance called him.
"I must go now. I look forward to meeting you again."
Jei leaned forward and pressed his lips to Schuldigs and smiled. Then ran off, his ghost like appearance fading away as he ran across the field. Schuldig touched his own lips in shock.
Our father who art in heaven
1 Hallow be thy name
Schuldig looked up and around, all over for the words that echoed in the field.
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
Schuldig now recognized it, it was a prayer that he had heard someone recite in a church before.
2 On earth as it is in heaven
Do you want to know? a voice asked in a silent whisper that reigned in the valley.
3 Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive us our trespasses
"Want to know what?" Schuldig asked. "What is this?"
As we forgive those who trespass against us
And lead us not, into temptation
The secrets. Do you want to know? How long? Why? The questions from the mystery voice kept coming along with the prayer in the background. The sky darkened so quickly, it became so black.
3.1 But deliver us from evil
Follow me if you want to know. Do you want to? Schuldig screamed as a bolt of lightning shot forth from the sky and hit him. He listened to the last fading words of his dream.
Amen…
The secrets. Do you want to know?
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Schuldigs eyesight began to focus now. His head was pounding with a major headache. The questions from his dreams repeated in his head. He looked up at Farfarello who was staring straight ahead. He saw one golden eye peek at him for a second and then return his attention to whatever he was staring at. Schuldig groaned and sat up in the seat. He stared ahead and realized they were in the car…. The German suddenly paled over and almost fainted again. Farfarello was driving the car.
"AHHHH!!!! WE'RE GONNA CRASH WE'RE GONNA CRASHWE'REGONNACRASHWE'REGONNACRASHWE'REGONNACRASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he yelled freaking out for his life. "Calm down." Came a cool voice. It was Farfarello who seemed to have absolutely no problem driving. "You know how to drive?" "There are many things you don't know about me….Schu." Farfarello said almost giggling out the last part.
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Should I continue? Neh?
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Nagi ran into his room and threw himself on the bed. He felt so lost and out of place. He was stuck in a house with the Schwartz team: a psychopath bent on mutilating himself who is sick at the moment, a perverted telepath who on occasion sent disturbing images to his head, and a man nicknamed Mr. I'vegotastickupmyassandrefusetopullitoutbeforeyouscrewyourself, who is on the verge of breaking out into hysterics. He was not having such a great day and knew that it would stay that way for a while. His teachers were constantly pressuring him with his exams coming up, and the kids at school were bugging him more. At home, one of his teammates is sick, which is really bad considering he is already mentally disturbed, and his other teammate is acting weird and is throwing fits. He also had to put up with the mess he had to clean that the telepath had made. The oldest of them and the only other normal one is now being thrown into the brink of insanity. Just what he needed, two psychopaths and a hentai like telepath. Nagi sighed and put his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. He then sat up and smiled, "I know what I'll do…" He ran over to the other side of his room and picked up a see through telephone. He didn't know what he'd do without it, connections to the outside world. He punched in the numbers for a store in town. He listened to the dial tone and waited for someone to pick up. A voice that sounded loud and sort of deep picked up. "Kitty in the House, this is Yohji the perfect man speaking how may I help you?" Yohji snickered; obviously hoping it was a girl. Nagi would have fun with this. He cleared his throat and started to talk. "Oh, hello….um I was wondering if there was a boy there I don't know his name though." Nagi said in a quiet and feminine voice. This was one of his private talents. "Oh really? You looking for a man with perfect shoulder length blonde hair and eyes, neh?" Yohji asked, trying to pick up the supposed girl on the other side of the line.
Nagi was about to open his mouth and say something when he heard a conversation going on the other line. "YOHJI!" he heard a loud smack on the other end. "OW!" "You don't like me anymore….do you? THAT'S WHY YOU FLIRT WITH EVERYONE BUT ME!!!" Came a whiny boys voice on the other end. "Aw come on, I was only playing…Hey…. Where are you going?!?!? Please don't leave!!! Come back!!" "No if you're going to be like that then I'm leaving for good Yohji Kudou." There was a loud thud as the phone was dropped and the sound of footsteps. "Yohji! Make sure you're back before dinner!" came another voice. Nagi perked up at this voice.
"I'm sorry about that. May I help you?" came Omi's voice.
"Hello Omi." Nagi said. On the other line, Omi got the biggest smile on his face.
"What are you up to? Need help with homework or something?"
"No I just needed to talk to someone. Life over here…just isn't all that normal."
"I see. What about it?"
"Let's see…. Farfarello is really sick and is puking everywhere, which is really bad because we can't put him in his straight jacket or tie him up. Schuldig is blowing fumes at Brad and is acting weird…He tried to do the laundry…."
"Schuldig did the laundry?!" Omi fell over onto the floor on the other side.
"Yeah…that was my reaction when I saw the mess, especially since I had to clean it up. Brad helped me before Schuldig dragged him in to check up on Farfarello and then Schuldig ran out and kicked the bucket I had filled with the water and suds. Then Brad came out in near hysterics…. He was talking to himself and answering…He's been working too much." Nagi explained.
"Wow. And you've got the exams coming up too? Man that must suck…I would invite you over here but since our teams are enemies…. Aya might kill you…. I'll suck up to him enough to let you come over."
"And how might I ask will you do that?"
"Take a guess." Omi said, giving a brilliant smile.
"…….NO!!! NOT THAT!!!!!"
"Why not?" Omi cried.
"Because you only do that for me…..and it's supposed to be only for me."
"Don't worry you're still tops on my list for that." Omi winked.
"Oh and so I guess Aya's second?"
"No! Of course not! I just really want you to come over. I only get to see you during missions and during school."
"Oh….Sorry about last mission. How's your arm I had to make it look real otherwise Brad threatened to put me in Farfarello's cell with him unchained."
"It's okay."
There was a silent pause that lasted for a few minutes.
"So can I?" Omi asked.
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaase?"
"No." Nagi stated, quite annoyed.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase?"
"No!"
"PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAASSSSE????????"
"NO!"
"Aw come on!"
"No. That action is for me only. You even said so yourself." Nagi sneered.
"I'm doing it now." Omi smiled.
"I can't see it so I don't believe it."
There was a slight noise as Nagi's fax machine turned on. He walked over to it hesitantly, knowing what to expect.
"You didn't."
"I did."
"I'm not going over there."
"Are you sure?"
Nagi's eyebrow twitched in frustration. He was trying to fight off the urge to walk over and take the picture that Omi had faxed him.
"Aw heck with it!" Nagi gave up and stormed off over to his fax machine to pick up the picture. Omi giggled on the other side. He picked up the picture and looked at it, drool was automatically building up in his mouth. Omi was wearing his pink bunny pajamas with over sized ears that lopsided on his head complete with a fuzzy bunny tail. He was giving the most adorable puppy dog eyes.
"Please?" Omi said on the other side of the phone as Nagi stared at the picture. Nagi's mouth twitched a bit as he tried to refrain from giving up. But it was too much. Nagi sighed, which signaled to Omi that he had given up. "Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay!" Omi cheered. "And what reward do I get in return?" Nagi asked. "You'll see when Aya gives up." Omi responded. "Ok I have to go before Brad comes up here to see why the line is busy. He'd kill me if he knew about 'us'." "Ok" "See you at school love. Bai bai" "Love you too bai bai." Omi said and they hung up the phone.
Brad chose that moment to walk in. "I couldn't get on the internet…Why was the line busy?" Brad said, calmly. He must have gotten over that talking to himself stage… Thank God I thought that he was still on the verge of breaking down. Nagi thought to himself and sighed. He looked up to see Brad's annoyed face, his eyebrow twitching once more. "Um…Pizza?" He said trying to find and excuse. Brad shrugged and walked away back to his working computer.
Schuldig had meanwhile gotten over his little temper tantrum with Brad and was sitting on the couch with the phone in hand. He had stopped calling the doctor when Nagi had been thinking too freely. So he decided to stop for a second and listen. He giggled a bit when Nagi had thought 'Thank God'. Note to self.. Tell Farfarello about Nagi's little sigh of relief statement. Then he leaned back and picked up the phone once more. He dialed the numbers quickly and effortlessly, knowing where all the buttons were. He waited for someone to pick up. After about ten rings someone finally did pick up. "Hello?" was the first word out of the secretary's mouth. "Yes I need to set up an appointment for a friend of mine…" Schuldig said. "Name?" "Farfarello." "First or Last?" "Whole." The secretary on the other line twitched. She had been working with these files for over 80 years and only one name she had seen didn't have a last name. It sat in a little compartment labeled 'Psycho Files'. She gulped and went over to the metal box that contained it. She opened it and a wave or moths flew out. "ACK!" "What is it?" "Nothing. I'm going to put you on hold for a second." Schuldig sighed, as this was taking too long for his impatient mind. He twitched as the hold music came on. It sounded a lot similar to the Jeopardy theme. Meanwhile, the secretary was relieving the medical folder of the cobwebs and dust and behold at the tab on the top, was the name 'Farfarello'. She held up the folder and sighed. She remembered this case. The last time she had saw him and she hoped was the last time, was at the mental asylum. He had been in his padded cell with a straight jacket and guards surrounding every possible exit. And fifty feet above the ground of the padded floor was a glass window where people could observe his behavior. He looked so quiet and calm until the doctor came in to give him his booster shot. The psycho had a knife buried in the depths of his straight jacket and had sliced threw the jacket and cut into the doctors neck and started to dice him up when they weren't looking out threw the window and threw his pieces at it so when they turned around we saw a big splatter of blood and chunks of the doctors flesh pouring off the window. They could hear his laughter through the window. And that was all she wanted to remember of the last time they met.
Schuldig on the other line twitched as the music was getting really disturbing. He was just about to yell into the phone that he didn't care anymore and hang up when the music stopped and he heard a click. "I'm back. Thank you for your patience. I have found 'Farfarello's' medical folder. He is due for quite a few blood tests and shots." The secretary stated. Schuldig was mimicking her on the other line. "Yeah yeah so when can you people check up on him?" He asked. The secretary wanted to reply 'never' but knew she had to give a date. "How about…" she scanned through the list of available times and realized that the appointment an hour from now had been canceled and left open. She mentally cried, not wanting to die when she had at least a few more years of life left. "We have an open space an hour from now…" she almost cried out. Schuldig smiled and said, "See ya then!" and hung up. He had successfully made an appointment.
Schuldig started to prance down the hallway and ran down to Brad's workroom and opened up the door slightly. He peered inside to see that Brad had finally gotten online to do research. Then all he heard was Brad furiously typing away on his computer. This was he chance. He opened the door and slammed it yelling, "Hey Bradley!" Brad face faulted and hit his nose on the monitor he had been sitting so close. He got an annoyed look and looked over at an overly happy Schuldig. "What do you want…" Brad said in a monotone voice. "Can you drive me someplace?" He pleaded. Brad was now suspicious. Schuldig had his own car. "No." "Please?" "No"
"Pleeease?!"
"NO!" Brad ended it and continued to type.
"Please?"
There was no response.
"Fine then."
Schuldig stormed off. He walked down the hallway, grabbing Farfarello's leash and collar off a table on his way out. He walked over to the cool metal door and opened it. He peered inside the cell to see nothing but darkness. Schuldig flicked on the light to see a messy bed and a book on top of it. It wasn't a very large book, sort of small and thin. Schuldig picked it up and studied it to find a gold lock on it. The book was black and had gold lettering on it. Schuld. It was German, guilt. Schuldig was just about to look for something to pick the lock with when he heard a loud noise. Without thinking he put the book in his pocket of his over jacket and walked out of the cell to see what the racket was.
He walked down the hallway and stopped, listening to the noise; it was coming from the kitchen. He moved towards the kitchen and peered around the corner. Someone was hunched over what appeared to be the blender. Schuldig smiled as he could tell that cute but from anywhere, since it was sticking out of nowhere. Besides who else would stare at a blender for no reason. "Hey Farf. What are you doing?" Farfarello glared at Schuldig out of his good eye for the nickname. Schuldig grimaced at whatever was in the blender. Farfarello ignored the question and proceeded to pick up his knife and shove it in the moving blender. He put it in so only the tip would go into the substance. He pulled the tip back out and sucked on what ever it was. "It helps calm my stomach." Schuldig was shocked that he had gotten an answer, he wasn't expecting one. Schuldig shrugged. "Whatever…. Well come on I'm taking you… someplace." Schuldig said, being careful not to mention the doctors' office. Farfarello wasn't the biggest fan of the doctors'. The Irish man sighed and dipped his knife in once again only down a lot further so that the knife was stuck in the blades. The blender made a funny noise while the two looked on to see what would happen. The next thing they knew they were covered in the puke green substance. Farfarello fell back onto his butt with a small thud. His eye was wide and he looked so innocent and vulnerable. He was still shocked that that had happened. His hair had messy green globs in it, along with his clothes and his one eye was wide and fascinated in the explosion. A small smile curved on his lips, the first smile that Schuldig had seen that was not sadistic or psychotic. Then he started to chuckle and laugh, leaving Schuldig the most clueless person on earth. He had never seen Farfarello like this, so childlike. Almost as if Jei was winning a conscious battle in his head. The psychopath regained his composure once more and stood up. "I think we should clean off first." Suggested Schuldig. "Quick pine valley because we have to be someplace in an hour."
Farfarello went over to the bathroom and cleaned his hair off and took off his clothes, scrubbing himself really quick with soap and water. He grabbed a towel and started to dry off. He growled as he realized he had forgotten new clothes. He decided to search through the bathroom closet for any old clothes that might fit him. He was rummaging through some towels when a pair of clothes fell on his head. He looked at them but decided that they would have to do. He slid them on and walked out. Schuldig had used Brad's bathroom and was done. "What took you so lo-," he stopped in mid sentence and looked at Farfarello. His eyes widened. He was wearing a pair of skintight leather black jeans and a skintight maroon long sleeved shirt, the clothes being beaten and torn in some places. They were Schuldig's old clothes, the ones he wore when he first came off the streets and into the Schwartz team. Schuldig's nose started to bleed furiously. He started to feel lightheaded, and ran into the bathroom to stop the bleeding. A few second later he returned with two tissues shoved up each nostril. A blush crossed his face in embarrassment. "Let's go." Schuldig said, walking by the psychopath who let out a mental laughter so that the telepath could hear it. Schuldig sneered, "Well I was going to be nice and let you go without your leash and collar, but now…" Farfarello smiled, the telepath had no idea that he loved to be led around on a leash, it scared God's followers. Schuldig came over and fastened the collar around his neck, above the belt. He took the hook and placed it on collar. "Alright let's go."
Meanwhile in Brad's room, Brad was still typing away, unaware of what was to happen. He blinked and looked up as he had another vision. He rubbed his temples when he saw what was to happen. To see if it was true he walked over to the car key rack to reveal, his car keys missing. He started to growl and ran out the door, "SCHULDIG GET YOUR SCRAWNY LITTLE BUT BACK HERE!!!!!!!" He yelled out to the car speeding away down the street.
Farfarello stared back at Brad who was trying to chase the car but wasn't successful. It's easier to chase a car on all fours, at least for me… The Irish man's thoughts trailed off. Oh really? A nasal voice came into mind. The psychopath sighed.
"Why are we even taking Crawfords' car?" "Because mines' downtown for repair. Some idiot crashed into it." Schuldig explained. I'll bet you the persons' thinking the same thing… Farfarello deliberately thought for Schuldig to hear. Was that I joke I hear? The telepaths' nasal voice came into his mind once more. The Irish psychopath let a menacing smirk cross his lips before doubling over and throwing up on the new carpet in Brad's car. Schuldig grimaced at the mess on the floor. He looked at Farfarello who seemed to be experiencing some sort of emotion, which was very abnormal. A slight blush of embarrassment crossed the psychopath's face. This was really new; Farfarello had never shown any emotion before, so why now? He had never been sick before either. "Are you car sick?" Schuldig asked while sighing. Farfarello just stared, wide eyed at the floor. Schuldig swerved the car, sending another wave up puek up. So many thoughts raced through his head at that moment. He let down his mind barrier, allowing Schuldig to sort through his thoughts. What's going on? What is this stuff? Am I feeling something? What is it? I don't like it…But yet I do…I'm confused. Jei is taking over! I don't like that thought…I mustn't let Jei break through! Jei died long ago! This is God's doing, putting me through torture for what I have done to him… Schuldig jumped out of the thoughts, thinking that these were very major personal to the psychopath beside him. "Hang on Farf were just about there…." The red head said, in attempt to sooth Farfarello.
They pulled into the doctor's office parking lot got out of the black car. Farfarello, who seemed fine, now, stood up with ease, a little lightheaded and confused but other than that, he was okay, from what he looked. But Schuldig noticed that he was much paler than usual. They walked into the office, Schuldig nearly passed out from the smell. Farfarello seemed very pleased with the faint smell of someone's blood being put into a needle. The psychopath took a seat as the red head walked over to the secretary. The secretary looked up at Schuldig, "May I help you?" The voice was the one he had talked to on the phone. "Yes you may, I'm here for an appointment for my friend." He said through his nasal voice. "And may I ask who is your friend?" He smirked. He's sitting over there the one with the collar and leash attached to the chair, Farfarello. He said through telepathy. The secretary seemed confused and just decided to look over. And there he was sitting in the chair; only he seemed different from last time. She didn't know what though. She paled over anyways and looked at the clock. They were right on time. "Get him and I'll show you the way…" She said her voice full of fear. Schuldig smiled completely, "Okay!" He started to walk happily over to Farfarello when he stopped and sent a message to the frightened secretary. Don't sound so scared, neh? Otherwise he's liable to jump and tear you to bits, I forgot to leave his knives in the car. A nasal laughter finished the message. She turned around and stared directly at Schuldig.
The secretary walked down the hallway with the telepath and Irishman. She stopped in front of a yellow door. "This is your room, Dr. Hamaguchi should be with you in a few minutes." She said and started to sprint back down the hallway, not wanting to stay with the two any longer. Farfarello looked at the door again and snapped his fingers in disappointment.
"Neh?"
"It's not red like the color of blood or orange like the color of –," Farfarello stopped himself there; he didn't want to finish the sentence he had started. It wasn't meant to come out like that. Schuldig's eyes bugged out realizing that Farfarello might be talking about his own hair. Farfarello realized this and continued the sentence to cover up. "Of other peoples blood. Yeah yeah. Some people have orange blood because there isn't enough iron." The Irishman laughed hesitantly, like a little kid would. I think I should take him to see a psychiatrist too… Schuldig trailed off. The walked into the door and Farfarello sat down on a bench like bed with white paper on it. He let his feet dangle and kicked them back and forth.
A few minutes later the doorknob turned and a man with a large muscular build stepped in, ducking so as not to hit his head in the door way. He had a small beard that looked like he just hadn't shaven that morning. He had long hair pulled back into a loose ponytail in the middle of his back. But what was attracting both their attentions was the patch that he wore over his eye and the scar that protruded out from under it. "Well hello there, I'm Dr. Hamaguchi. I believe this is your first time here, neh?" He asked in a kind manner. He turned to Schuldig, "Are you the boy's father?" Schuldig seemed enraged that someone would think that he was old enough to be Farfarello's father. He wasn't that much older than the Irishman.
"No! My name is Schuldig and I'm his friend. Literally I think I'm the only one he won't kill…" He muttered the last part. "Oh I'm sorry." The doctor said and turned around to look at Farfarello, who was waiting for the doctor to back up in fear. But he was disappointed when he didn't.
"You must be Farfarello."
He nodded.
"Well, why don't you tell me about yourself?"
Silence and a solemn, lone, empty, emotionless star from a golden yellow eye was the reply.
"Not much of a talker neh?"
"Oh he talks, just not to people he doesn't know all that well, he likes to keep to himself" came Schuldig's nasal voice.
"Oh I see."
The doctor moved away and over to the folder with the Irishman's medical records. "Well this says that the last doctor you had you murdered. That's interesting. You're also due for a check up and many shots…" The doctor trailed off. "That's not the point of why we came." Schuldig said, the doctor looked up. "He's sick, he's never sick which means something is definitely wrong." Schuldigs voice tone changed slightly showing a hint of worry. The doctor put the folder down and drew up a chair and leaned back in it. "Ok shoot. Tell me what's wrong."
"We live with two other people, in our house, the actually smart ones."
"Is that important?"
"No but listen. I went to go feed Farfarello today because we keep him in a straightjacket and in a cell-," he was cut off yet again.
"Why might I ask do you do that?"
"I'm insane that's why." The psychopath said. All eyes drew to him as he sat there fingering his knife and started to make little slicing in his fingers with it.
"Farfie! Not in a doctor's office!"
The Irishman grunted and ignored the order, leaving the doctor sweatdropping.
"Continue please?"
"Well as I was saying I went to go feed him and he looked really pale. Then he doubled over and threw up. That's when I knew something was wrong because as I've said before, he's never been sick."
"Go on." The doctor said, scribbling down what Schuldig was saying.
"He's been throwing up constantly and so I told one of our teammates and he said it was the flu."
"Sounds like it so far."
"But I knew it couldn't be the flu because his gums were bleeding. I don't know if he bit himself to try and taste his blood or what but there weren't any knives for him to chew on because I hid them. I gave them to him when we came here though."
This caught the doctor's attention.
The doctor stood up and walked over to the door. "I'll be right back I'm going to run get something to run a test. But before I get back I need you to fill this up." He said and tossed Farfarello a cup. The doctor left.
"With what?" the psychopath asked staring blankly at the cup.
Schuldig's eyes popped out of his head and blushed profoundly.
"It means…. well…."he tried to explain but walked over to Farfarello and whispered it into his ear. A faint blush crossed the psychopath's face.
He got up and walked out of the room and toward the bathroom, to fill the cup. He walked back in with it filled to the brim. "This is disgusting!" he grimaced at the cup and placed it on the table. Just then the doctor walked back in, holding a very large needle. "Ok I'm ready." He said cleaning off the tip very quickly.
"This is going to go into your lower hip and it might hurt quite a bit." He said pulling down the brim of Farfarello's pants, revealing a pair of boxers. The doctor pulled the brim of those down too. Schuldig's nose started to twitch as blood poured from it. "I'll be right back!" he yelled as he ran out of the door and to the bathroom. The doctor just stared.
"Strange fellow neh?"
Farfarello just didn't respond.
"Ok here we go!" he said and put the needle into his hip, hitting the bone to get a bone marrow sample.
Farfarello smiled as he watched the blood go up into the tube. All the red of the blood, his favorite color besides orange. He started to feel lightheaded but didn't faze from it.
Schuldig chose that moment to walk into the door with tissues up his nose again. He froze from the sight of a needle in Farfarello's hip and blood coming into tube. He never felt queasy about this before, but he sure as hell did now. He fell backwards and passed out on the floor. The doctor turned to Farfarello.
"I think he's the one who needs the help, not you."
The Irishman nodded in agreement.
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Schuldig was in the middle of a field, under a random willow tree, watching the sky. A small boy, almost ghostlike, came up to Farfarello and started to run in circles around the tree, laughing childishly. The boy came to a stop and looked directly at the red headed telepath. He smiled his eyes squinting, not fully shut, the golden yellow in his eyes sparkling.
"Hello Schuldig." The boy said.
Schuldig looked shocked but responded anyways.
"How- how do you know my name??"
"I know many things about you."
"Who are you?"
"I am Jei."
"Jei?" Schuldig asked.
The boy nodded.
"Then where's?"
"Farfarello?"
Schuldig nodded.
"He's here. I live in the unconsciousness of his mind. I control his actions when he is asleep. I know all his deepest secrets. I hold his memories and thoughts."
This intrigued the telepath's mind.
"Secrets? Wait a minute how do I know that I'm just not dreaming this up, neh?"
"You are dreaming this, but what you don't know about this is that you are inside Farfarello's mind, asleep."
Schuldig gasped, not realizing that he could do that.
"This is what he sees in the back of his head at the moment."
Jei held out his hands and a small black sphere appeared as a small picture came into focus. It was a small boy. Schuldig gasped once more as he realized that he boy in the picture was himself, sitting in an endless abyss of darkness.
"Your subconscious figure is sending mental images of your inner self to him."
Schuldig seemed fascinated in this.
Jei dropped his hands and the sphere went away.
"Jei!" a voice in the distance called him.
"I must go now. I look forward to meeting you again."
Jei leaned forward and pressed his lips to Schuldigs and smiled. Then ran off, his ghost like appearance fading away as he ran across the field. Schuldig touched his own lips in shock.
Our father who art in heaven
1 Hallow be thy name
Schuldig looked up and around, all over for the words that echoed in the field.
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
Schuldig now recognized it, it was a prayer that he had heard someone recite in a church before.
2 On earth as it is in heaven
Do you want to know? a voice asked in a silent whisper that reigned in the valley.
3 Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive us our trespasses
"Want to know what?" Schuldig asked. "What is this?"
As we forgive those who trespass against us
And lead us not, into temptation
The secrets. Do you want to know? How long? Why? The questions from the mystery voice kept coming along with the prayer in the background. The sky darkened so quickly, it became so black.
3.1 But deliver us from evil
Follow me if you want to know. Do you want to? Schuldig screamed as a bolt of lightning shot forth from the sky and hit him. He listened to the last fading words of his dream.
Amen…
The secrets. Do you want to know?
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Schuldigs eyesight began to focus now. His head was pounding with a major headache. The questions from his dreams repeated in his head. He looked up at Farfarello who was staring straight ahead. He saw one golden eye peek at him for a second and then return his attention to whatever he was staring at. Schuldig groaned and sat up in the seat. He stared ahead and realized they were in the car…. The German suddenly paled over and almost fainted again. Farfarello was driving the car.
"AHHHH!!!! WE'RE GONNA CRASH WE'RE GONNA CRASHWE'REGONNACRASHWE'REGONNACRASHWE'REGONNACRASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he yelled freaking out for his life. "Calm down." Came a cool voice. It was Farfarello who seemed to have absolutely no problem driving. "You know how to drive?" "There are many things you don't know about me….Schu." Farfarello said almost giggling out the last part.
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Should I continue? Neh?