A/N: So we start the angsty-romanc-y part here. I am such an
angsty little brat…
Ironic. I just got a kitten when this was written, and this chapter has a lot
of the word 'kitten' in it.
Angel's Pain
Written by Sakki-san
Anything you haven't heard of belongs to me. Like the building ruins
Anything you HAVE heard of, doesn't. Like Farfie.
Each man faced another, glaring. Aya was glaring at Crawford, Yohji at the smirking Schuldich, Omi watching Nagi, and me looking directly at the knife wielding psycho known only as Farfarello. He's looking at me in a way I don't like. He pulls a knife out of his belt and up to his mouth, and licks it, running the blade from base to tip along his tongue. I repress a shudder and unsheathe my claws.
The fight is on almost instantly. I can't see what the others are doing because of the flash of white that charges at me. I whip up my claws and block the knives that are heading for my face. One gold eye is wide open, and pale lips are smirking behind the bars of claws I'm holding up.
"Hello, little kitten," he hisses. I snarl in response and fling his knives up, jumping back a few feet. He smiles again, and pulls out more knives.
"I am not a kitten." I pull my claws up to my face. "If anything, I'm a full grown tiger."
"Siberian…what a perfect name…" He's referring to the Siberian tigers. I snarl and glare at him harder. I expect him to give me one of those this-will-hurt-God looks right before he lunges at me and kills me. Instead, he just smiles. I get nervous…I don't like that smile… "It fits you perfectly…little kitten." Then he flies at me.
I push him back, or at least try to. He's attacking furiously, pushing me back, driving me away from the other three fights. He manages to force me back so fast and so far that I can't see anybody else anymore, and I'm stumbling over broken pieces of the building and can't see much other than dust. I cough and wave the air with my hands, trying to clear my vision.
Suddenly, something grabs both of my wrists and squeezes. Hard. My fists unclench, my claws retract, and I swear. What's this? I open my eyes, able to see now.
Farfarello is standing in front of me, holding my wrists in his hands. I pull and fight and struggle and wonder what the hell he's going to do to me. Probably hurt me, badly. I wonder why he isn't pulling my wrists into one of his hands, so he can reach for a knife to cut me open with.
"So the little kitten is alone and at my mercy," he purrs. "I like it." I stare at him, momentarily forgetting that he's a psycho.
"Huh? What are you talking about?" He only smiles.
I watch him and suddenly realize what he's talking about. He doesn't seem like normal, the psycho who wields knives. He's acting different. The smile is different. More……I can't pinpoint it.
He laughs and pulls my arms toward him, leaving only a few inches between my body and his. This is about where I start to get nervous. He puts his face closer to mine. I shut my eyes tight and turn my head to the left.
"Ever thought about it?" he whispers into my ear. "The feeling of a knife…" My breath hisses through my teeth. I don't like this. At all. It's too….not-Farfarello.
He continues to whisper things into my ear. I pull and struggle and try to get free, but he's unnaturally strong. Again he jerks my arms up, past his head, closing the last few inches between me and him. I can't feel his body yet, but I'm pretty sure another pull will connect us. I'm just praying to God how glad I am he can't read my mind.
"If I were Schuldich, I'd know exactly what you were thinking…" God, is he reading my mind, or just guessing?! This can't be good. "Too bad I'm not. Ah…" he leans in closer, and I can feel his breath on my face. I pull back as far as I can, which isn't far, seeing as he's still got my wrists in a death grip.
He's getting way too close for comfort. Actually, he was way too close from the minute he grabbed me, but this is beyond what I can stand. I'm about to let loose with a yell when I hear a loud cracking sound, and Farfarello's head snaps to the side. I open my eyes to see him blinking a few times. Something obviously hit his head, and his grip is loosened. I take a chance and rip my arms from him, turn, and run like hell.
I'm running, and he's chasing me. I so know it. I can hear him. He's recovered from the initial shock of being hit in the face with a piece of plaster and wants his kitten back. I don't care how much my arms are hurting me, or how much my chest is starting to scream, I want to get AWAY from him.
I'm so caught up in my inner monologue with my eyes shut that I don't even notice the piece of broken building in front of me. My foot gets caught under it, I trip, I stumble, I manage not to fall, and I slam into a broken half of a wall that managed to stay up from whatever sent the rest of the building into pieces. I hiss in pain, trying to control myself enough to get up.
Something else puts immense pressure on my back. I groan. Then I see the two hands on the wall, about an inch from my head, pale white hands. Farfarello didn't slow down in time to make a good stop, so he just used me as a speed barrier. I hear his purr and a whisper in my ear.
"What's the matter, little kitten? Scared?" He laughs. I shiver and start closing my hands into fists.
Without warning he has both of my hands secured behind my back with one of his hands, and I feel something ice cold on the back of my neck. It's a knife, I think wildly. He's got a knife and he's going to kill me.
The bladed edge runs down the back of my neck and slits open the back of my shirt. I only feel the freezing air on my body and the pain of my arms being twisted unnaturally behind me. I have no idea what he's planning, and I don't really want to know.
"Ken!" It's Omi. I can hear Omi! I almost say something, but suddenly, the feeling of the blade is gone, my wrists are free, and I can't feel anything behind me. I turn around. Farfarello is gone, vanished into thin air. Omi runs up to me from the right.
"Omi!"
"Ken! Are you ok? I saw you and Farfarello fighting, but then you two just vanished into the dust, and I got worried…well, we're ok now…they left. Are you ok?" I nod vaguely, still looking around for Farfarello. How did you vanish like that?
Omi notices the cut in my shirt.
"How did that happen?"
"Farfarello…" I stare into the dusty air. Omi pokes me.
"We should head back. Aya saw the men we're after, and they're dead…" I nod again and follow him, still confused as to how Farfarello managed an escape like that…and why he was acting the way he did.