Title: Russian fox
By: Wildchild Laio -2002
Mail: Laioism@hotmail.com
::: Chapter: 7 :::
Aloysa drained what was left of his third drink and put the glass aside. Schuldig had just
disappeared into the cosy crowd, giving him one last feral smile and a wink. He was
beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol, having never been drunk before he found it a
surprisingly pleasant feeling. He watched the people move like shadows, each and one of
them hunting the dance floor for his or her own pleasures. Swaying slightly on the stool he
turned his eyes from the dance floor. Farfarello was by his side, silently watching the sea
of people. He looked calm and Aloysa realised that the Irishman had had nothing to drink.
In the oily light from abow, the Irish assassins fair skin had taken an almost golden colour
and his silvery hair shimmered. He looked at home among the people in the bar. A creature
dressed in black leather, with silver in his ears. A fallen angel.
Farfarello must have noticed Aloysa eyes on him and he turned his gaze to rest upon the boy.
A smile played on his scared lips.
"You're already drunk Russian?"
he said, sounding some what amused. Aloysa blushed.
It couldn't be that apparent could it?
" I've never had alcohol before" he confessed with a shrug, noticing a little annoyed that his
voice was slightly slurred." It's…nice…"
He made a move, reaching for the glass, wondering if maybe he could have some more to drink.
Maybe just some water to clear away the sweetness that made his throat feel dry. Of course the
treacherous stool decided to slip from under him that instance and Aloysa, too surprised too
react, would have fallen and knocked himself pretty bad, had Farfarello not reflexively grabbed a
hold of his shoulders and saved him. Straightening, Aloysa felt his vision blur and he
staggered, blushing with embarrassment.
"Ah…thank you…I…"
Farfarello motioned for him to come closer. Obediently he did so and
immediately the older Assassin wrapped him up in a embrace, steadying him.
"You're to drunk even to stand on your own…" He smirked into Aloysa's hair.
" Stay put until Schuldig comes back will you…"
The teenager shivered at the sensation.
"Y..Yeah"
Farfarello smirked, he had a very convenient position on the top of his stool, leaning closer
to the younger assassin enjoying watching the emotions playing in Aloysas amethyst eyes. A fierce
blush crept on to Aloysa's cheeks as Farfarello's lips brushed over his neck oh so teasingly.
"Wha-what are you doing?" Aloysa gasped eyes going wide and frightened.
" Relax" Farfarello purred giving him a playful smile." You don't want me to let go of you do you?"
Aloysa shook his head, still feeling too dizzy to dare try stand on his own. Besides, it felt kind of
nice being held like this…
Schuldig could not believe his luck. Balinese. Of course this would be the place to run into the
flirty Weiß kitten! The tall blonde was standing in a corner together with a voluptuous looking
woman and the whole situation was just to perfect to pass. Making sure of staying unnoticed
Schuldig slipped up behind Kudou.
Yohji jolted as "someone" leaned on to him, snaking a arm around his neck.
"Why, hi there!" A all to familiar voice chuckled close to his ear. " Why am I not surprised seeing you here Kudou!"
"Sch-Schuldig!"
Yohji's face twisted in many emotions. Surprise, confusion, annoyance, resignation.
"Let go of me." Yohji's shoulders were tense and his quiet voice filled with an hidden threat.
Schuldig was pleased to note that Yohji artfully managed to keep a calm face. The woman watched the
two quizzically and Schuldig made a show of cuddling closer to Yohji, claiming him.
The female's beautifully painted eyes narrowed slightly but she was as great a actor as Yohji and
kept a polite, graceful, demeanour.
"Ne, Yohji, I really need to go now, " She smiled at him." Call me later OK."
With that she slipped past and disappeared into the crowd and Schuldig could had laughed out
loud feeling the immense disappointment Yohji was feeling and then the creative cussing that followed.
Schuldig's smile grew.
/// She recognised she'd already lost the competition, you're mine for the evening Yohji!///
Schuldig purred mentally, grinning evilly.
Yohji finally managed to escape the telepath's embrace and he turned to face him, frowning.
" What do you want?" he demanded and continued with dripping venom.
"If you're about to ask about those Estet agents, save yourself the trouble, I have nothing to
tell you more than Aya already did…"
Schuldig shrugged.
" Relax Balinese, we're just here to enjoy ourselves…" he drawled. Yohji nodded and then his body went
visibly rigid and he looked around warily, his eyes searching for, and dreading, the sight of the other three
Schwarz members. Schuldig's eyes wandered to where he had left Farfarello and Aloysa and his eyebrows
rose a little. It looked like Aloysa had too much to drink for his own good.
" Who is the kid?" he heard Yohji ask beside him, obviously having followed Schuldig's gaze.
" None of your business really, Weiß…"
He replied absently, watching Farfarello holding Aloysa in his arms, to help keep the boy on his feet.
" I….I really need to go to the bathroom…" Aloysa said quietly. He could almost feel Farfarello's smile.
"Can you find your way to the toilet on your own?"
"I think so" Aloysa was quick to reply. Farfarello let go of him and slid his arms back to rest on the bar.
" Don't be to long Laio, I think it's time to leave soon…"
Aloysa nodded and, managing to get himself together, disappeared in the direction of the toilets.
Aloysa washed his hands in cold water and splashed some of it onto his face.
It helped some what and once again he felt shame and anger over making a fool out of himself.
Taking a deep breath he did his best to clear his thoughts, but it wasn't an easy task with all the
alcohol still in his system. Farfarello had told him to be quick, and he knew he had no time to waste.
He could sort his feelings out when he was back home, safe in his bed. Turning to leave he didn't
notice the shadow until it was too late. The lights suddenly went off and a hand
grabbed Aloysa's hair and pulled his head back. The weight of some one taller and heavier
pressed him into the tile wall and he let out a surprised gasp, struggling to break free.
A rancid breath of alcohol tickled his neck and a hoarse voice whispered
dark endearments as a hand tore with drunken enthusiasm at his clothes, trying to gain entrance.
Aloysas eyes widened terrified and then narrowed with a desperate surge of anger.
"Let go of me mother fucker!!" He screamed, struggling wildly, his English breaking with anger and
fear. The man behind him let out a chuckle and Aloysa's hair once again was cruelly yanked.
Something metallic, the edge of a kife, was pressed against his throat, slowly drawing blood.
Feeling suddenly faint Aloysa let out a desperate scream for help with his mind.
"Fuck!" Schuldig pressed his hands against his head as if in pain, hissing.
The surprised Yohji stared at him, his drink still lifted to his lips. Schuldig's eyes swept over to
the other side of the room where Farfarello just experienced the same shock-wave of emotions.
His eye narrowed and as he jumped of his stool and ran in the direction Aloysa had disappeared
Schuldig and Yohji were also on the move.
Aloysa was sure he would die. His vision blurred and he felt himself slip away, the feeling of the cruel
blade probing his skin fading. He was pulled back to consciousness by the sound of a door slamming open.
///Aloysa!?/// Schuldig's alarmed mind voice reached him and he could have cried out with joy, opening his eyes.
The weight pressing him against the him suddenly disappeared and he heard a ghasp followed by the sound of
metal falling to the floor. Farfarello. The Irishman had pushed the assailant up the wall, one terrible knife held at
his throat the other one pointed at the soft unprotected part of his chest, ready to gut him if he made a move.
Aloysa stared in terrified fascination at Farfarello's face. He had bared his teeth in a feral growl, his eye hardly more than a slit of
hellish golden light. Aloysa felt hands on his shoulders. Schuldig and another man he did not recognise was by his side.
"You OK?" The stranger asked and Aloysa managed to nod.
Screams were heard in the background and a crowd had begun to gather around the scene.
Some one was calling for the guards.
///Put away the blades Farf!!!/// Schuldig roared mentally, knowing that his comrade was out for the kill.
How ever Farfarello did as he was told, surprisingly obedient, his eye never leaving the
pale man in front of him. Suddenly, with a speed that took even Schuldig by surprise, Farfarello drove his fist deep into the
stunned man's chest, and then crushed an elbow up into his yaw, snapping his head back.
The mans eyes rolled back into his head and his body went instantly limp.
He slid down the wall to lay in a pathetic heap on the floor by the Irishman's feet, blood slowly trickling from his
mouth and nose. Farfarello stared dispassionately at the body and then turned to the other three.
"Lets get out of here."
(TBC)
A/N: Finally the 7'th chapter finished!
*grimaces* ...I think I'll go hang myself now ~_~;;
By: Wildchild Laio -2002
Mail: Laioism@hotmail.com
::: Chapter: 7 :::
Aloysa drained what was left of his third drink and put the glass aside. Schuldig had just
disappeared into the cosy crowd, giving him one last feral smile and a wink. He was
beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol, having never been drunk before he found it a
surprisingly pleasant feeling. He watched the people move like shadows, each and one of
them hunting the dance floor for his or her own pleasures. Swaying slightly on the stool he
turned his eyes from the dance floor. Farfarello was by his side, silently watching the sea
of people. He looked calm and Aloysa realised that the Irishman had had nothing to drink.
In the oily light from abow, the Irish assassins fair skin had taken an almost golden colour
and his silvery hair shimmered. He looked at home among the people in the bar. A creature
dressed in black leather, with silver in his ears. A fallen angel.
Farfarello must have noticed Aloysa eyes on him and he turned his gaze to rest upon the boy.
A smile played on his scared lips.
"You're already drunk Russian?"
he said, sounding some what amused. Aloysa blushed.
It couldn't be that apparent could it?
" I've never had alcohol before" he confessed with a shrug, noticing a little annoyed that his
voice was slightly slurred." It's…nice…"
He made a move, reaching for the glass, wondering if maybe he could have some more to drink.
Maybe just some water to clear away the sweetness that made his throat feel dry. Of course the
treacherous stool decided to slip from under him that instance and Aloysa, too surprised too
react, would have fallen and knocked himself pretty bad, had Farfarello not reflexively grabbed a
hold of his shoulders and saved him. Straightening, Aloysa felt his vision blur and he
staggered, blushing with embarrassment.
"Ah…thank you…I…"
Farfarello motioned for him to come closer. Obediently he did so and
immediately the older Assassin wrapped him up in a embrace, steadying him.
"You're to drunk even to stand on your own…" He smirked into Aloysa's hair.
" Stay put until Schuldig comes back will you…"
The teenager shivered at the sensation.
"Y..Yeah"
Farfarello smirked, he had a very convenient position on the top of his stool, leaning closer
to the younger assassin enjoying watching the emotions playing in Aloysas amethyst eyes. A fierce
blush crept on to Aloysa's cheeks as Farfarello's lips brushed over his neck oh so teasingly.
"Wha-what are you doing?" Aloysa gasped eyes going wide and frightened.
" Relax" Farfarello purred giving him a playful smile." You don't want me to let go of you do you?"
Aloysa shook his head, still feeling too dizzy to dare try stand on his own. Besides, it felt kind of
nice being held like this…
Schuldig could not believe his luck. Balinese. Of course this would be the place to run into the
flirty Weiß kitten! The tall blonde was standing in a corner together with a voluptuous looking
woman and the whole situation was just to perfect to pass. Making sure of staying unnoticed
Schuldig slipped up behind Kudou.
Yohji jolted as "someone" leaned on to him, snaking a arm around his neck.
"Why, hi there!" A all to familiar voice chuckled close to his ear. " Why am I not surprised seeing you here Kudou!"
"Sch-Schuldig!"
Yohji's face twisted in many emotions. Surprise, confusion, annoyance, resignation.
"Let go of me." Yohji's shoulders were tense and his quiet voice filled with an hidden threat.
Schuldig was pleased to note that Yohji artfully managed to keep a calm face. The woman watched the
two quizzically and Schuldig made a show of cuddling closer to Yohji, claiming him.
The female's beautifully painted eyes narrowed slightly but she was as great a actor as Yohji and
kept a polite, graceful, demeanour.
"Ne, Yohji, I really need to go now, " She smiled at him." Call me later OK."
With that she slipped past and disappeared into the crowd and Schuldig could had laughed out
loud feeling the immense disappointment Yohji was feeling and then the creative cussing that followed.
Schuldig's smile grew.
/// She recognised she'd already lost the competition, you're mine for the evening Yohji!///
Schuldig purred mentally, grinning evilly.
Yohji finally managed to escape the telepath's embrace and he turned to face him, frowning.
" What do you want?" he demanded and continued with dripping venom.
"If you're about to ask about those Estet agents, save yourself the trouble, I have nothing to
tell you more than Aya already did…"
Schuldig shrugged.
" Relax Balinese, we're just here to enjoy ourselves…" he drawled. Yohji nodded and then his body went
visibly rigid and he looked around warily, his eyes searching for, and dreading, the sight of the other three
Schwarz members. Schuldig's eyes wandered to where he had left Farfarello and Aloysa and his eyebrows
rose a little. It looked like Aloysa had too much to drink for his own good.
" Who is the kid?" he heard Yohji ask beside him, obviously having followed Schuldig's gaze.
" None of your business really, Weiß…"
He replied absently, watching Farfarello holding Aloysa in his arms, to help keep the boy on his feet.
" I….I really need to go to the bathroom…" Aloysa said quietly. He could almost feel Farfarello's smile.
"Can you find your way to the toilet on your own?"
"I think so" Aloysa was quick to reply. Farfarello let go of him and slid his arms back to rest on the bar.
" Don't be to long Laio, I think it's time to leave soon…"
Aloysa nodded and, managing to get himself together, disappeared in the direction of the toilets.
Aloysa washed his hands in cold water and splashed some of it onto his face.
It helped some what and once again he felt shame and anger over making a fool out of himself.
Taking a deep breath he did his best to clear his thoughts, but it wasn't an easy task with all the
alcohol still in his system. Farfarello had told him to be quick, and he knew he had no time to waste.
He could sort his feelings out when he was back home, safe in his bed. Turning to leave he didn't
notice the shadow until it was too late. The lights suddenly went off and a hand
grabbed Aloysa's hair and pulled his head back. The weight of some one taller and heavier
pressed him into the tile wall and he let out a surprised gasp, struggling to break free.
A rancid breath of alcohol tickled his neck and a hoarse voice whispered
dark endearments as a hand tore with drunken enthusiasm at his clothes, trying to gain entrance.
Aloysas eyes widened terrified and then narrowed with a desperate surge of anger.
"Let go of me mother fucker!!" He screamed, struggling wildly, his English breaking with anger and
fear. The man behind him let out a chuckle and Aloysa's hair once again was cruelly yanked.
Something metallic, the edge of a kife, was pressed against his throat, slowly drawing blood.
Feeling suddenly faint Aloysa let out a desperate scream for help with his mind.
"Fuck!" Schuldig pressed his hands against his head as if in pain, hissing.
The surprised Yohji stared at him, his drink still lifted to his lips. Schuldig's eyes swept over to
the other side of the room where Farfarello just experienced the same shock-wave of emotions.
His eye narrowed and as he jumped of his stool and ran in the direction Aloysa had disappeared
Schuldig and Yohji were also on the move.
Aloysa was sure he would die. His vision blurred and he felt himself slip away, the feeling of the cruel
blade probing his skin fading. He was pulled back to consciousness by the sound of a door slamming open.
///Aloysa!?/// Schuldig's alarmed mind voice reached him and he could have cried out with joy, opening his eyes.
The weight pressing him against the him suddenly disappeared and he heard a ghasp followed by the sound of
metal falling to the floor. Farfarello. The Irishman had pushed the assailant up the wall, one terrible knife held at
his throat the other one pointed at the soft unprotected part of his chest, ready to gut him if he made a move.
Aloysa stared in terrified fascination at Farfarello's face. He had bared his teeth in a feral growl, his eye hardly more than a slit of
hellish golden light. Aloysa felt hands on his shoulders. Schuldig and another man he did not recognise was by his side.
"You OK?" The stranger asked and Aloysa managed to nod.
Screams were heard in the background and a crowd had begun to gather around the scene.
Some one was calling for the guards.
///Put away the blades Farf!!!/// Schuldig roared mentally, knowing that his comrade was out for the kill.
How ever Farfarello did as he was told, surprisingly obedient, his eye never leaving the
pale man in front of him. Suddenly, with a speed that took even Schuldig by surprise, Farfarello drove his fist deep into the
stunned man's chest, and then crushed an elbow up into his yaw, snapping his head back.
The mans eyes rolled back into his head and his body went instantly limp.
He slid down the wall to lay in a pathetic heap on the floor by the Irishman's feet, blood slowly trickling from his
mouth and nose. Farfarello stared dispassionately at the body and then turned to the other three.
"Lets get out of here."
(TBC)
A/N: Finally the 7'th chapter finished!
*grimaces* ...I think I'll go hang myself now ~_~;;