AN: Ah, another chapter ~sniffs proudly~ And don't kill me for this one. Absolutely no lemons, the barest of shounen-ai with some hints of the KenxOmi relationship. o.o No word yet on how Aya's dealing with Youji's advance.

[Aya] ~talking to his katana~ I'm going to kill that bastard

O.O!!!! Ok…umm…on with the story ^^;;

Bara no Yugata

'Rose of Night'

Chapter 3

By Black Widow

            "Ittai!"

            "Och, ye witless fool, shouldn'ta touched the blade."

            "Well excuuuuse me. Not all of us are immune to pain!" Schuldig said, as he sucked on his cut finger. He'd been trying to get a knife into position on the roof of the castle and had grabbed the blade when it started to fall out of position. Building a castle with knives and duct tape was not as easy as it looked at first, especially since the knife's blade kept slicing through the tape.

            Farfello only shrugged, concentrating on putting the said knife into its place, ignoring the little cuts that riddled his fingers. The blood made his work a little slippery but it didn't matter to him, he was used to it. With a quick swath of duct tape the blade was firmly in place. "There."

            Green eyes peered at the structure of knives and tape, eyeing the new addition to it. Several knives in the castle he could recognize as having been pilfered from knife sets in the kitchen. The poor set they had was mis-matched because they had to buy new knives to replace the ones that had disappeared. At least he knew where they went now, even though they all had suspicions but had never seen the Irishman with them.

            "What're ye doin' here, anyway, German?"

            Jade green eyes looked up into a singular gold one. "Cuz I'm bored." He said around his finger, idly sucking on it even though it had stopped bleeding.

            "Och, go find yerself something to amuse ye."

            "There's nothing to do!"

            "Go play with ye're minds."

            "Even they're boring." Schuldig frowned, casting his mind out over the citizens of Tokyo. "All worried about Alama and shit."

            Farfello only shook his head, taking another knife by the blade and fitting it in to the roof, with another swath of tape. "Done."

The Germans attention was not on the castle, though he did spare it a look. His attention was on the madman's hands. The pale hands were covered in blood, finger pads and palms sliced open by handling the knives without a care for his flesh. Intrigued by this he took a hand in his own, pulling it close to his face, knowing the curve he was putting in the others spine wouldn't discomfort him.

            Fingers dabbled in the blood, smearing it around so he could see the wounds closer. They weren't deep, but just bleeding a lot. A wicked idea came to mind, a sinister smile coming to his face.

            Farfello arched an eyebrow at the smile. What was the German planning? A pink tongue darted out between full lips, dipping in the salty, crimson fluid. Oh, that's what he was planning.

            He mentally cheered on himself when a shudder passed through the others body as his tongue lapped at the blood, running over the cut. So Farfello couldn't feel pain but could feel pleasure where pain was supposed to be. He really hadn't expected that but it was a reasonable explanation why the man liked cutting himself up so much. That was good; it played right into his plan.

            The whispered words barely made it to Farfello's ears, too full of the sound of pounding blood to have any other sound penetrate them. The one gold eye fixated on Schuldig's mouth, the lips crimson red from his own blood with a tongue the same color nestled inside. He would taste like blood and cinnamon, he knew already. The thought sent a chill down his spine, another shudder, at knowing that the German would taste like him.

            This brought his attention to the whispered words that the German had spoken. He was all to eager to comply now.

            "Scheisse mir."

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            Once he was done ruining Youji's fun, the genki teen of Weiß pranced into his boyfriends bedroom, large smile planted on his face. With the Typhoon, amusement was rare and that had been amusing. "Moshi, Ken-chan!"

            Ken looked up from his soccer magazine, smiling back at the boy. "Hello, Omi." He scooted over to make room for him, which was happily taken up by the teen, cuddling against his lover.

            "That was fun. Did you see Youji-kuns face?" Omi giggled, recalling the blondes face when Aya walked into room, which had been an 'oh-shit-I'm-going-to-die' look. Quite amusing and always good for a laugh.

            Blue eyes watched the head of blonde hair. "You've gotten quite sadistic, koi. Are you sure you feel alright?"

            "Of course! Never better!" Attention now taken by the pounding of relentless rain outside, the blonde crawled across his lover's lap, which elicited a grunt. "Gomen." He apologized as the curtain was pushed aside. A thick film of rain covered the pexiglass, making objects outside blurred and hard to distinguish.

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