Notes: Ok, I don't have a cold anymore but maybe just because I'm not on cough syrup it'll be odder...I give you, the evil sequel to Lies *bows* enjoy

Music: Brokedown Palace (AGAIN!! weeeeee)

Pairings: FarfarelloxRan (*giggles*)

Warnings: Yaoi, implications of lemon, anti-religious etc (This if farfie we're talking about..)

Disclaimer: Feh..mine? No! Nothing in this world is fair!

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Mine, All Mine

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"Pretty..." There was a giggle behind me, the owner someone whom I knew well. He was the next door neighbor.

"Paws off Farefello." I turned around, a grin lighting my face. "I'd prefer you'd put your paws to greater use." His knife glinted in the dimming moonlight and his tongue savored its surface.

"Oh? Will it hurt God?"

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I had discarded Ken, so ugly, so pallid, so... Farefello had stood nearby, smiling all the while and licking that omni-present blade. I wanted to taste the knife, I wanted to taste him but he wouldn't let me. Maybe he will soon.

"Farefello...come here." I opened my arms, reeking of the corpse and I inhaled deeply while gazing upon him. He smiled at me for a moment but he didn't move. I felt sad. Wasn't I pretty enough?

"Pretty orchid. Pretty. But so ugly...let me make you prettier." I didn't understand. "Don't you want to be pretty for me?"

"Yes, I want to be pretty for you. Please, make me pretty...." My arms were still up, open for his embrace but when he came close it was the cold steel I was to be graced with. Shivers of happiness floated down my body and I didn't flinch as Farefello drew the point down my shoulder, cutting lightly to my wrist. Blood welled slowly from the long gash. He bent over slightly and placed his tongue upon my skin. Such heat, I shivered again as he drew his tongue up the wound, drinking up my spilled blood.

He drew the knife down the bridge of my nose, cutting lightly again. I waited eagerly like a puppy for the caress of his tongue. I wanted him to cleanse my wounds. I wanted him to make me pretty.

He hesitated as he sliced my cheek and his eyes moved slowly upward, toward the house. I followed his gaze uncertainly.

"What?"

"Omi..." He grinned and I grinned too. He lowered his knife and for that moment I hated Omi so much for not letting Farfello make me pretty. He interrupted my playtime...just like Youji. But I wasn't worried. Youji had been taken care of.

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Alrighty then....