*Woohoo... chapter four...Joy to the world... Farfie's dead... he cut off
his he-- ..Moving on.. n.n; I still don't own Weiss Kruez or anything
related to it. Lot's of weirdness in this chapter -- people get hurt... a
few might die. You, know.. the usual stuff. Kind of really long. o_o;*
A Foe's Love
Chapter 4 - Death and Rebirth
"Youji-kun... Ken-kun... I have to be somewhere else today -- I can't go to this battle." Omi spoke, his head hung. Those cerulean hues silently watched the two he was speaking two, shifting his glance to the pissed-off Ran who was pacing around the room and glaring at him. The red-head obviously wasn't happy that Omi had decided to make plans to go somewhere else during this battle.
"That's fine, Omi, we'll do fi-"
"Where are you going that's more important than this battle?" Ran snapped, interrupting Ken. He wanted to make sure it was more important than their current problem; defeating Schwartz. Ran, who was currently waiting for a reply and sending the coldest glare at the younger boy than one could ever imagine, shook his head in disgust as he thought about the possible answer... Ouka..
"Anou... it's personal, I hope you understand. I think if I go it will help me a lot with the following missions..." Beads of sweat were accumulating on the boys forehead as he spoke, his fingers twitching in aggravation. He hated having to explain everything to Ran. It was getting stupid, couldn't he have a private life?
"Fine. Go... but I had better see an improvement in your skills." And then both Ken and Youji shoved Omi out the door before Ran changed his mind about things.
. . .
"I'm not going!" Nagi screamed at the American who was currently blocking the door. He would get out of the damn house, even if it meant hurting everyone else. The expression on his face was mixed, his eyes were narrowed in anger, those lips pouted in sadness... Sooner or later that would all come gushing out like a geyser.
Crawford raised a hand and slapped the boy across the face, daring him to scream at him again. "How dare you speak to me like that. I don't care who you're going to see or where you're going because you're not going anywhere but where we are going. So shut up and go get ready." The tone of his voice was actually calm and content though inside he was screaming and wishing he could kill the youngest Schwartz member.
/Just let him go, Crawford. We'll do fine without him... This is a waste of time, you know./
/Shut up you fool, he IS going!/
Nagi's head turned violently to the side as he was smacked, that cool hand slamming against the boys even cooler cheek. And so, in a last show of protest, he turned on his heel and ran up the stairs to his room. Some muffled insults were screamed before he slammed his door behind him as he made his way into his room. He sighed, resting his back against the door for a few minutes before he slipped over to his window. He'd leave...even if it meant going through the window.
/Are you leaving, chibi?/
/Don't tell Crawford. Keep him out of my room... or I'll kill you./ Nagi thought back as he opened the window and slipped out, once again sliding down the side of the building.
/Don't worry... I haven't seen you this happy since I met you, you're not as bitchy./
/Gee, thanks.../ The young boy set his feet on the ground, brushed himself off, and jolted off towards the park as fast as he could... Just as Crawford started up the stairs to make sure the boy was getting ready.
Schuldich blinked, then realized that the pissed American was making his way up to Nagi's room. So... he decided to stop him. He crept up the stairs after him, taking care not to make a sound, a hand rising to brush those fiery filaments from his face before reaching the top of the set of stairs. "Oh, Braddy-pie..." He snickered and tapped the other on the shoulder.
Brad sighed and turned around, only to have Schuldich pull him into a kiss. A really deep kiss. His eyes went wide in surprise, thinking how this wasn't the right time to just start making out. Well, Schuldich must have ignored the little thought from him because he started pushing him down the hall towards his room while unbuttoning his shirt and kissing him. Damn, the guy was multitalented.
Schu knew he was risking his life when he did what he did; daring to keep the American in his arms for... a few blessed minutes. It would make them late, therefore Brad wouldn't have time to check on Nagi because he'd have to leave or risk getting fired. So, as he pushed the American down the hall towards his room, he slipped a little tongue into the others mouth. Hey, he wasn't going to let Nagi have the only fun there was to have. Nagi would spend the day with his friend, and Schu would spend a few minutes with Braddy-pie. It would all work out well.
Brad winced as his back slammed against the door, sure, he would have fought Schu but... he didn't really want to. This had happened before... just not in this type of situation... and because he fought back it lasted well over two hours. So all he did was give into the German... until it was all over.
And... Farfarello just ignored the noises coming from the room upstairs as he played with his knives and the blender, toaster, and electrical sockets in the kitchen. He hadn't really ever paid attention to anything that was going on -- nothing deserved his attention.
. . .
Nagi, after what seemed like years of running, finally found himself at the park. He stopped dead in his tracks, wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, and tried to catch his breath. He sighed and blinked a few times as he started walking, his steps growing from worried to casual. He knew Omi was here already, the Weiss boys wouldn't give him much trouble.
And sure enough, Omi was there. Nagi started walking again, his pace quickening as he neared the boy from behind. Omi was conveniently seated on an oak bench positioned just in front of a lake.. so Nagi didn't have any trouble surprising his unsuspecting friend by placing a hand on his shoulder.
Omi was calmly watching the lake, the way the water rippled as falling blossoms fell atop it and how the little ripples continued to grow bigger and bigger. Sort of like friendships... He jumped as Nagi's hand found itself on his shoulder, and turned his head to the side to look back. A smile crossed those lips as he recognized the other, scootching over on the bench to offer Nagi some sitting space.
"Did you get much trouble?" Nagi asked as he seated himself beside the other, his glance never leaving the boys face for even a second. He assumed he hadn't got much of a fight, seeing as how the Weiss boys were understanding when it came to other Weiss boys.
"Just from Ran-kun... but he eventually let me go." Omi snickered, shifting his gaze from Nagi to the sunlight being reflected off of the water. "I know you were given a lot of trouble, you got here a lot later than I hoped. But it's okay..."
"I'm glad you don't mind, Schuldich made sure Crawford wouldn't catch me climbing out my room window."
"How do you suppose he did that?"
Nagi shrugged and raised a brow, "I don't think I want to know." His gaze was averted to the lake and he, too, watched the sunlight bounce along the soft waves. "I always wanted to do something like this -- sit alone with a friend and watch the lake. We wouldn't even have to exchange words because we'd know we were enjoying each others company..."
Omi, understanding what Nagi was talking about, just nodded in response, hinting to Nagi that they were doing that exact thing at this moment. He hadn't even thought about how the others were doing.
. . .
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, little Weiss brats. Messing with us, who do you think you are?" Schuldich growled as the three members of Weiss took their positions. A smirk played it's way across those taunting lips and he side- glanced at both Farfarello and Crawford.
"Let's just finish this. I'm sick of hearing about you guys all the damn time, we should have finished you off the last time we fought!" Ran snapped back, slender digits grasping the handle of his Katana. He narrowed his eyes in frustration as he glared at the three, paying no attention to the fourth who was missing.
"Now we're getting somewhere." A playful smirk tugged at Schuldichs lips as he rested both his hands on his boyish hips, shifting his weight from his left leg to his right leg. He was going to have fun today, fighting all these bishounen. Crawford, he thought, could never have fun because he had 'visions' of the future... so he always knew what was coming. How could that be fun?
Ken was remotely disturbed by the location chosen for this particular fight -- he wasn't one for graveyards. Half-dead trees surrounded by knee- high grass and bland tombstones scattered here and there in lines and circles and squares. Some tombstones looked more like monuments engraved in the likeness of the Virgin Mary and other such things, stretching up into the sky. Just looking at them was intimidating; they were so tall.
Ran didn't waste any time with starting, he grunted then pulled his Katana from it's sheath while lunging at Crawford. He gasped in surprise as he watched the American sidestep, leaving him to miss his target and almost land face first on the ground. He flung his right leg forward, sending a glare in Crawfords way as his foot met with the soft ground beneath him, which was soon followed by the other as he tried to swing around and catch the American off guard -- which was just what he did. The blade of his Katana hit dead-on with Crawfords right shoulder.
. . .
"Omi-kun..." Nagi broke the silence, nudging the others side with his elbow as he awaited a response. The many thoughts that accompanied boredom were tugging at his mind, he had grown somewhat annoyed at how the sun had set so quickly. It was getting dark...
"Hai?" Omi nudged Nagi back a little bit and smiled. He figured it was time for a talk, though he wanted Nagi to start the conversation. He knew that if Nagi wasn't going to start a conversation then he wasn't feeling very comfortable around him. Omi wanted the younger boy to feel comfortable and wanted.
"Did... you love Ouka?"
Well, he figured that question would come up sooner or later so, after a heavy sigh, he proceeded to answer. "Yes, I did. I loved her a lot, actually. Even after I found out that we were related because... you just can't control feelings like that... I miss her and wish she were here, even though I know we could never be together like that. But it doesn't really hurt as much as I thought it would to talk about the whole situation... I'm glad I met her." He paused and lowered his gaze along with his head, painful memories were flooding back... but happy ones were tagging along. "But I know she's happy now, wherever she is." He tried to force a smile, although to no avail. His lips were left with a pout.
Nagi frowned, placing a reassuring hand on the others shoulder, "Gomen ne... I didn't mean to hurt you, Omi-kun..."
"Daijoubu... it's getting dark though, no?" Omi finally took his gaze from the ground and willed that frown away as he looked up at Nagi, "I wonder how the others are."
. . .
Crawford gawked at how fast the red-head was split seconds before his right shoulder was hit. He could feel the cold metal slip through his skin like a knife to paper. His eyes went wide in shock as he looked at the blood-gushing wound and winced as the pain finally hit him. His left hand took it's place over the gash as he doubled over for a second before regaining his past position.
Meanwhile, the claws of Ken's weapon were ripping through the flesh of the insane Irishman, Farfarello, who was loving every minute of it. Beads of perspiration had accumulated on Ken's forehead as he struggled with the other who returned Ken's attacks with ones of his own which included many flying knives (a few of which had ever-so-wonderfully found themselves in Ken's shoulders...).
Schuldich was having a wonderful amount of fun while he battled the Weiss playboy. Throwing punches here and there and flirting with the other both out in the open and mentally. That sort of thing should be illegal... but it wasn't so Schu didn't have a problem doing it -- hell, he would have done it even if it was illegal.
Youji, quite taken aback with the German's way of trying to win over his opponent, was left to sneer and thrust his hand forward, flinging that ever-so-thin sexy wire of doom at the other. He tried to keep his balance the best he could while dodging Schuldich's attacks... though he had found himself with mouthfuls of dirt at random moments. After those happened he would casually get back to his feet, brush those dirty-blonde filaments from his face while cocking it to the side and then lash out at the other with his wire again.
The fighting continued, each person focused on another specific person from the opposite side. But then... something happened...
Farfarello slipped a hand under his shirt... and whipped out a knife. His eye gleamed for a second and that pink tongue slid across those devilish lips as he proceeded to thrust it into Ken's stomach, twist it once and pull it out.
Ken hadn't even noticed that the Irishman was pulling something before he felt that horrible pain that indicated he had been hit... and an agonizing scream ripped through the air as he fell back onto the ground. His eyes, narrowed in pain, focused their sight on the other for a second before he glanced at the others, his right arm finding it's way over his abdomen to cover the wound. He took deep breaths, in and out... in and out... he felt as if he were dying.
"KEN!" Youji screamed, pushing his hand against the chest of the German in attempt to get him away so that he could run over to his fallen comrade. He knelt beside Ken, his right hand brushing over the others forehead. "Ken... are you all right...?" He paused and looked at the others blood soaked arm... he was tempted to look at the wound but he figured it'd be best if he didn't.
"D-daijoubu, Youji... I should be fine for a wh- ..." He cut himself off and sighed, closing his eyes. He didn't have enough energy to talk... and his breath was getting raspy and slow.
"You.. you BITCH!!" Youji sneered, jumped up to his feet, and turned on his heels. He didn't waste any time with thrusting his hand forward -- his target was Farfarello and he hit dead on. The wire wrapped around the others neck and Youji whipped his hand back which forced the other to the ground.
Farfarello's eye went wide as he found himself on his knees, slender digits trying to grasp the wire wrapped around his neck; he was choking. He continued to scratch at his neck, gasping for air as his vision started to fade.
/I think not, playboy.../ Schuldich stepped in, and kneeling, he wrapped some of the wire around his hand, pulled and snapped it. Farfarello, semi-grateful for his comrades actions (seeing that God must have REALLY been crying during those few wonderful moments..) finally got a hold of the wire and pulled it from his neck, throwing it to the ground with little to no effort.
Ran had rolled his eyes at Schuldich as he forced himself away from his target and towards Ken. He sent a glare at the three Schwartz members before proceeding to head out of the graveyard.
Youji grunted and knelt back down, slipping his arms under Ken and picking him up. He followed closely behind Ran, his thoughts were now focused on his friend.. and getting revenge for what had happened... Would Ken die?
Crawford smirked, and with a wave of his hand the three Schwartz members set off in the other direction. This was fun, however, their target had not been eliminated.
. . .
And what of the two at the park? They had both fell asleep without knowing it. It had gotten so late and they were both remarkably tired from the ordeals they faced earlier in the day that they had just drifted off into their dreamlands... on that little bench in that big park, in front of the lake... Those sparkling stars above them hanging in the sky like lost jewels. They were leaning on each other like any friends would, each dreaming of things that had penetrated their minds so much...
Nagi was dreaming of his past, things he always seemed to see during the night, and Omi of how he had changed over the past few days. Just those normal dreams of death and rebirth.
*The end. :D ..Of chapter four. n.n I'm starting on five... lol... please review. ;-;*
A Foe's Love
Chapter 4 - Death and Rebirth
"Youji-kun... Ken-kun... I have to be somewhere else today -- I can't go to this battle." Omi spoke, his head hung. Those cerulean hues silently watched the two he was speaking two, shifting his glance to the pissed-off Ran who was pacing around the room and glaring at him. The red-head obviously wasn't happy that Omi had decided to make plans to go somewhere else during this battle.
"That's fine, Omi, we'll do fi-"
"Where are you going that's more important than this battle?" Ran snapped, interrupting Ken. He wanted to make sure it was more important than their current problem; defeating Schwartz. Ran, who was currently waiting for a reply and sending the coldest glare at the younger boy than one could ever imagine, shook his head in disgust as he thought about the possible answer... Ouka..
"Anou... it's personal, I hope you understand. I think if I go it will help me a lot with the following missions..." Beads of sweat were accumulating on the boys forehead as he spoke, his fingers twitching in aggravation. He hated having to explain everything to Ran. It was getting stupid, couldn't he have a private life?
"Fine. Go... but I had better see an improvement in your skills." And then both Ken and Youji shoved Omi out the door before Ran changed his mind about things.
. . .
"I'm not going!" Nagi screamed at the American who was currently blocking the door. He would get out of the damn house, even if it meant hurting everyone else. The expression on his face was mixed, his eyes were narrowed in anger, those lips pouted in sadness... Sooner or later that would all come gushing out like a geyser.
Crawford raised a hand and slapped the boy across the face, daring him to scream at him again. "How dare you speak to me like that. I don't care who you're going to see or where you're going because you're not going anywhere but where we are going. So shut up and go get ready." The tone of his voice was actually calm and content though inside he was screaming and wishing he could kill the youngest Schwartz member.
/Just let him go, Crawford. We'll do fine without him... This is a waste of time, you know./
/Shut up you fool, he IS going!/
Nagi's head turned violently to the side as he was smacked, that cool hand slamming against the boys even cooler cheek. And so, in a last show of protest, he turned on his heel and ran up the stairs to his room. Some muffled insults were screamed before he slammed his door behind him as he made his way into his room. He sighed, resting his back against the door for a few minutes before he slipped over to his window. He'd leave...even if it meant going through the window.
/Are you leaving, chibi?/
/Don't tell Crawford. Keep him out of my room... or I'll kill you./ Nagi thought back as he opened the window and slipped out, once again sliding down the side of the building.
/Don't worry... I haven't seen you this happy since I met you, you're not as bitchy./
/Gee, thanks.../ The young boy set his feet on the ground, brushed himself off, and jolted off towards the park as fast as he could... Just as Crawford started up the stairs to make sure the boy was getting ready.
Schuldich blinked, then realized that the pissed American was making his way up to Nagi's room. So... he decided to stop him. He crept up the stairs after him, taking care not to make a sound, a hand rising to brush those fiery filaments from his face before reaching the top of the set of stairs. "Oh, Braddy-pie..." He snickered and tapped the other on the shoulder.
Brad sighed and turned around, only to have Schuldich pull him into a kiss. A really deep kiss. His eyes went wide in surprise, thinking how this wasn't the right time to just start making out. Well, Schuldich must have ignored the little thought from him because he started pushing him down the hall towards his room while unbuttoning his shirt and kissing him. Damn, the guy was multitalented.
Schu knew he was risking his life when he did what he did; daring to keep the American in his arms for... a few blessed minutes. It would make them late, therefore Brad wouldn't have time to check on Nagi because he'd have to leave or risk getting fired. So, as he pushed the American down the hall towards his room, he slipped a little tongue into the others mouth. Hey, he wasn't going to let Nagi have the only fun there was to have. Nagi would spend the day with his friend, and Schu would spend a few minutes with Braddy-pie. It would all work out well.
Brad winced as his back slammed against the door, sure, he would have fought Schu but... he didn't really want to. This had happened before... just not in this type of situation... and because he fought back it lasted well over two hours. So all he did was give into the German... until it was all over.
And... Farfarello just ignored the noises coming from the room upstairs as he played with his knives and the blender, toaster, and electrical sockets in the kitchen. He hadn't really ever paid attention to anything that was going on -- nothing deserved his attention.
. . .
Nagi, after what seemed like years of running, finally found himself at the park. He stopped dead in his tracks, wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, and tried to catch his breath. He sighed and blinked a few times as he started walking, his steps growing from worried to casual. He knew Omi was here already, the Weiss boys wouldn't give him much trouble.
And sure enough, Omi was there. Nagi started walking again, his pace quickening as he neared the boy from behind. Omi was conveniently seated on an oak bench positioned just in front of a lake.. so Nagi didn't have any trouble surprising his unsuspecting friend by placing a hand on his shoulder.
Omi was calmly watching the lake, the way the water rippled as falling blossoms fell atop it and how the little ripples continued to grow bigger and bigger. Sort of like friendships... He jumped as Nagi's hand found itself on his shoulder, and turned his head to the side to look back. A smile crossed those lips as he recognized the other, scootching over on the bench to offer Nagi some sitting space.
"Did you get much trouble?" Nagi asked as he seated himself beside the other, his glance never leaving the boys face for even a second. He assumed he hadn't got much of a fight, seeing as how the Weiss boys were understanding when it came to other Weiss boys.
"Just from Ran-kun... but he eventually let me go." Omi snickered, shifting his gaze from Nagi to the sunlight being reflected off of the water. "I know you were given a lot of trouble, you got here a lot later than I hoped. But it's okay..."
"I'm glad you don't mind, Schuldich made sure Crawford wouldn't catch me climbing out my room window."
"How do you suppose he did that?"
Nagi shrugged and raised a brow, "I don't think I want to know." His gaze was averted to the lake and he, too, watched the sunlight bounce along the soft waves. "I always wanted to do something like this -- sit alone with a friend and watch the lake. We wouldn't even have to exchange words because we'd know we were enjoying each others company..."
Omi, understanding what Nagi was talking about, just nodded in response, hinting to Nagi that they were doing that exact thing at this moment. He hadn't even thought about how the others were doing.
. . .
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, little Weiss brats. Messing with us, who do you think you are?" Schuldich growled as the three members of Weiss took their positions. A smirk played it's way across those taunting lips and he side- glanced at both Farfarello and Crawford.
"Let's just finish this. I'm sick of hearing about you guys all the damn time, we should have finished you off the last time we fought!" Ran snapped back, slender digits grasping the handle of his Katana. He narrowed his eyes in frustration as he glared at the three, paying no attention to the fourth who was missing.
"Now we're getting somewhere." A playful smirk tugged at Schuldichs lips as he rested both his hands on his boyish hips, shifting his weight from his left leg to his right leg. He was going to have fun today, fighting all these bishounen. Crawford, he thought, could never have fun because he had 'visions' of the future... so he always knew what was coming. How could that be fun?
Ken was remotely disturbed by the location chosen for this particular fight -- he wasn't one for graveyards. Half-dead trees surrounded by knee- high grass and bland tombstones scattered here and there in lines and circles and squares. Some tombstones looked more like monuments engraved in the likeness of the Virgin Mary and other such things, stretching up into the sky. Just looking at them was intimidating; they were so tall.
Ran didn't waste any time with starting, he grunted then pulled his Katana from it's sheath while lunging at Crawford. He gasped in surprise as he watched the American sidestep, leaving him to miss his target and almost land face first on the ground. He flung his right leg forward, sending a glare in Crawfords way as his foot met with the soft ground beneath him, which was soon followed by the other as he tried to swing around and catch the American off guard -- which was just what he did. The blade of his Katana hit dead-on with Crawfords right shoulder.
. . .
"Omi-kun..." Nagi broke the silence, nudging the others side with his elbow as he awaited a response. The many thoughts that accompanied boredom were tugging at his mind, he had grown somewhat annoyed at how the sun had set so quickly. It was getting dark...
"Hai?" Omi nudged Nagi back a little bit and smiled. He figured it was time for a talk, though he wanted Nagi to start the conversation. He knew that if Nagi wasn't going to start a conversation then he wasn't feeling very comfortable around him. Omi wanted the younger boy to feel comfortable and wanted.
"Did... you love Ouka?"
Well, he figured that question would come up sooner or later so, after a heavy sigh, he proceeded to answer. "Yes, I did. I loved her a lot, actually. Even after I found out that we were related because... you just can't control feelings like that... I miss her and wish she were here, even though I know we could never be together like that. But it doesn't really hurt as much as I thought it would to talk about the whole situation... I'm glad I met her." He paused and lowered his gaze along with his head, painful memories were flooding back... but happy ones were tagging along. "But I know she's happy now, wherever she is." He tried to force a smile, although to no avail. His lips were left with a pout.
Nagi frowned, placing a reassuring hand on the others shoulder, "Gomen ne... I didn't mean to hurt you, Omi-kun..."
"Daijoubu... it's getting dark though, no?" Omi finally took his gaze from the ground and willed that frown away as he looked up at Nagi, "I wonder how the others are."
. . .
Crawford gawked at how fast the red-head was split seconds before his right shoulder was hit. He could feel the cold metal slip through his skin like a knife to paper. His eyes went wide in shock as he looked at the blood-gushing wound and winced as the pain finally hit him. His left hand took it's place over the gash as he doubled over for a second before regaining his past position.
Meanwhile, the claws of Ken's weapon were ripping through the flesh of the insane Irishman, Farfarello, who was loving every minute of it. Beads of perspiration had accumulated on Ken's forehead as he struggled with the other who returned Ken's attacks with ones of his own which included many flying knives (a few of which had ever-so-wonderfully found themselves in Ken's shoulders...).
Schuldich was having a wonderful amount of fun while he battled the Weiss playboy. Throwing punches here and there and flirting with the other both out in the open and mentally. That sort of thing should be illegal... but it wasn't so Schu didn't have a problem doing it -- hell, he would have done it even if it was illegal.
Youji, quite taken aback with the German's way of trying to win over his opponent, was left to sneer and thrust his hand forward, flinging that ever-so-thin sexy wire of doom at the other. He tried to keep his balance the best he could while dodging Schuldich's attacks... though he had found himself with mouthfuls of dirt at random moments. After those happened he would casually get back to his feet, brush those dirty-blonde filaments from his face while cocking it to the side and then lash out at the other with his wire again.
The fighting continued, each person focused on another specific person from the opposite side. But then... something happened...
Farfarello slipped a hand under his shirt... and whipped out a knife. His eye gleamed for a second and that pink tongue slid across those devilish lips as he proceeded to thrust it into Ken's stomach, twist it once and pull it out.
Ken hadn't even noticed that the Irishman was pulling something before he felt that horrible pain that indicated he had been hit... and an agonizing scream ripped through the air as he fell back onto the ground. His eyes, narrowed in pain, focused their sight on the other for a second before he glanced at the others, his right arm finding it's way over his abdomen to cover the wound. He took deep breaths, in and out... in and out... he felt as if he were dying.
"KEN!" Youji screamed, pushing his hand against the chest of the German in attempt to get him away so that he could run over to his fallen comrade. He knelt beside Ken, his right hand brushing over the others forehead. "Ken... are you all right...?" He paused and looked at the others blood soaked arm... he was tempted to look at the wound but he figured it'd be best if he didn't.
"D-daijoubu, Youji... I should be fine for a wh- ..." He cut himself off and sighed, closing his eyes. He didn't have enough energy to talk... and his breath was getting raspy and slow.
"You.. you BITCH!!" Youji sneered, jumped up to his feet, and turned on his heels. He didn't waste any time with thrusting his hand forward -- his target was Farfarello and he hit dead on. The wire wrapped around the others neck and Youji whipped his hand back which forced the other to the ground.
Farfarello's eye went wide as he found himself on his knees, slender digits trying to grasp the wire wrapped around his neck; he was choking. He continued to scratch at his neck, gasping for air as his vision started to fade.
/I think not, playboy.../ Schuldich stepped in, and kneeling, he wrapped some of the wire around his hand, pulled and snapped it. Farfarello, semi-grateful for his comrades actions (seeing that God must have REALLY been crying during those few wonderful moments..) finally got a hold of the wire and pulled it from his neck, throwing it to the ground with little to no effort.
Ran had rolled his eyes at Schuldich as he forced himself away from his target and towards Ken. He sent a glare at the three Schwartz members before proceeding to head out of the graveyard.
Youji grunted and knelt back down, slipping his arms under Ken and picking him up. He followed closely behind Ran, his thoughts were now focused on his friend.. and getting revenge for what had happened... Would Ken die?
Crawford smirked, and with a wave of his hand the three Schwartz members set off in the other direction. This was fun, however, their target had not been eliminated.
. . .
And what of the two at the park? They had both fell asleep without knowing it. It had gotten so late and they were both remarkably tired from the ordeals they faced earlier in the day that they had just drifted off into their dreamlands... on that little bench in that big park, in front of the lake... Those sparkling stars above them hanging in the sky like lost jewels. They were leaning on each other like any friends would, each dreaming of things that had penetrated their minds so much...
Nagi was dreaming of his past, things he always seemed to see during the night, and Omi of how he had changed over the past few days. Just those normal dreams of death and rebirth.
*The end. :D ..Of chapter four. n.n I'm starting on five... lol... please review. ;-;*