Glad you are here 02
Harlequinn
Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz is property of Project Weiss. If I owned it, then Farfie wouldn't always be drawn from strange angles with distorted features. The lyrics to 'Across the Night' and 'Black Tangled Heart' belong to the almighty Silverchair.
Thank you so much to those who reviewed my last chapter. I love you all.
*edit* I fixed up the whole Crawford doesn't speak English thing. Yeah, I know that Crawford is American and that he even occasionally says English things in the series. I didn't mean for it to sound like he doesn't speak English, I just must have deleted the lines following the "Crawford doesn't understand them" statement. All fixed now. *kicks self* Thanks to Miko for pointing it out for me, yo.
Different POV this time, as if you couldn't figure it out yourself.
***
"Farfarello! Stop that!"
Slowly turn around.
Glare.
"Don't stick knives into the toaster."
Crawford.
Thinks he knows everything.
How am I supposed to extract the toast if not through the use of a knife?
"Yeah, Farfie, you're supposed to use your fingers, not a knife."
Schuldich.
Thought he was still asleep.
He was up so late last night.
I wonder what he does when he goes out late at night?
Turn back around.
Stick fingers in toaster.
Hot.
Hell is hot.
God doesn't like hot.
"Schuldich, don't encourage him."
Crawford doesn't like it when Schuldich talks to me.
Hot.
"Farfarello! Get your damn fingers out of there!"
Remove fingers.
They weren't working anyway. I couldn't reach the toast.
Smash.
The toaster is lying on the floor.
Broken.
I wonder how that happened?
Perhaps I threw it.
"Temper, temper."
Schuldich. He thinks that the broken toaster is funny.
I do not. I wanted some toast.
Crawford is angry. He is yelling.
He is telling Schuldich to take me out.
We have a mission.
I like missions because it means people will die.
When people die, God cries.
Schuldich walks over to me. He grabs my arm. He pulls me along behind him.
Doesn't he realise that all he needs to do is tell me to come with him?
I will follow him wherever he tells me to go.
I know that I shouldn't follow him. It isn't safe to trust people.
I don't want to trust Schuldich.
We are walking out the door.
Down the stairs.
"Nothing exciting today, I'm afraid, Farfie."
He always calls me Farfie. I don't really like it. It is a silly name.
"It'll be a long drive."
I smile.
I like driving.
I like driving with Schuldich. He drives fast.
We reach the car.
It is red. The colour of blood.
It has no roof. What kind of a silly car has no roof?
I have never seen it before.
Schuldich opens the driver door. He gets in and closes the door. He looks at me. He is waiting for me to get in.
He is waiting for me.
I open the door. I get in. I sit down.
Why aren't we moving?
I freeze.
Schuldich is leaning across me. His body presses against mine.
I feel strange.
He grabs the seatbelt and pulls it around me.
Oh.
"Better safe than sorry, ja?"
I don't like seatbelts. They remind me of my jacket.
"Y'know, just on case of sudden stoppages, we wouldn't want that pretty head of yours to go smashing through the windscreen."
He pats my leg. I look away.
I like it when he touches me. But maybe God likes it too.
I don't think I like it when he touches me anymore.
He turns the key. The engine starts. We slowly start to move.
I like driving with Schuldich. He drives fast.
We pull out into the street. I think today will be a good day.
Not like most other days. With their mindless monotony and only my own stupid thoughts to keep me company
I can feel the wind in my hair. It feels nice.
We pass a church. Schuldich speeds up. I don't think he wants me to see it.
I don't care. It's only a stupid church.
If all those stupid people want to believe in that lying bastard God then it's fine by me. If they believe in him now then it will make them twice as sad when they find out how false he is. If they are twice as sad then I am twice as happy.
I don't care about those stupid people attending the church.
It's the people who preach at the church who piss me off.
But they too will realise in time.
I do not feel like getting blood on me today.
Schuldich says I smell when I get blood on me.
I do not want Schuldich to think I smell.
We have passed the church.
Schuldich is looking at me, smiling. He is glad I did not make a fuss about the church.
"I do not feel like getting blood on me today."
Schuldich laughs.
His laugh sounds nice. I wish he would laugh more often.
"At the rate we're going, I don't think you'll have the chance to get any blood on you. Brad's sent us on some crazy cross country trek. We'll be lucky if we get there by nightfall."
I wonder why Crawford is sending us so far away?
I wonder what our mission is?
Not that it matters.
I think that all I shall worry about now is the wind in my hair.
I like driving with Schuldich. He drives fast.
He doesn't mind that I don't like to talk.
I don't think that he wants to talk right now either.
Schuldich takes his eyes off the road for a moment.
He leans over and switches on the radio.
His hand brushes past my knee.
"...Maybe you'll kill yourself
Before I get a turn
Maybe I'll fall in love
And never learn..."
Oh. It's a cd.
I like it when Schuldich plays his cd's.
Most of them are English.
Nagi and Crawford don't understand them, but we do.
Well Crawford does understand the language, I guess. But he still doesn't like Schuldich's music for some reason.
Crawford doesn't like anything that Schuldich likes.
I guess that includes me.
Anyway, it's our special music. Just for us.
He has some German music too, but when he is with me he plays the English ones.
He plays the English ones for me.
We drive along, the wind in my hair and the music reverberating around the car.
I like driving with Schuldich. He drives fast.
I look over at Schuldich.
The wind is blowing his hair all over the place.
It looks like fire.
I wish I could touch it.
I wonder what it feels like to have long hair that blows in the wind like that?
"It really isn't worth it. Long hair, that is. A real bitch to keep it clean."
Glare.
"What? Can I help it if you think so loud?"
Look away.
Schuldich shrugs.
He leans over.
He is turning the volume of the cd up.
"...Never seen the sunshine
From higher points than sunrise
I don't wanna be lonely
I just wanna be alone..."
His hand doesn't brush past my knee this time.
I wonder who sings this song?
I like it.
We turn a corner.
I notice now that we are no longer in the heart of the city.
We're out where there are trees and stuff.
The sun is shining in my eye.
Squint.
I look over at Schuldich again.
I wonder why he wears those sunglasses on top of his head instead of over his eyes?
Especially now that the sun is shining right through the front window.
Look away.
Schuldich leans over.
Adjusting the radio again?
Something on top of my head.
Sunglasses.
I raise my arm and flick them down so that they sit on my nose.
Everything darkens.
The sun's light no longer bothers me. God's bright shining sun no longer bothers me. Schuldich's sunglasses are shielding me from God's bright light.
We continue to drive into the sun.
Schuldich starts to sing to the music.
"...Sleepless, untamed without a leash on the light around me..."
Smile.
I like driving with Schuldich. He drives fast.
I like driving with Schuldich.
And he knows it.
*TBC*
I didn't mean to make Farfie sound childish or simple or anything...I just wanted everything he said to come across as almost painfully blunt. Usually when he talks in the series, everything he says is straight and to the point. He doesn't waste time with flowery language. I figured he would think in much the same way. And yes, I know he probably sounds a bit uncharacteristically sane and rational, but keep in mind, these aren't his actual personal thoughts, as of such. It is just some primitive part of his mind observing things.
Well there ya have it. Please review if you feel so inclined, as feedback of any sort is welcomed with open arms. However, if you're gonna flame, please try to justify your hatred of my work so I can go about improving it.
Harlequinn
Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz is property of Project Weiss. If I owned it, then Farfie wouldn't always be drawn from strange angles with distorted features. The lyrics to 'Across the Night' and 'Black Tangled Heart' belong to the almighty Silverchair.
Thank you so much to those who reviewed my last chapter. I love you all.
*edit* I fixed up the whole Crawford doesn't speak English thing. Yeah, I know that Crawford is American and that he even occasionally says English things in the series. I didn't mean for it to sound like he doesn't speak English, I just must have deleted the lines following the "Crawford doesn't understand them" statement. All fixed now. *kicks self* Thanks to Miko for pointing it out for me, yo.
Different POV this time, as if you couldn't figure it out yourself.
***
"Farfarello! Stop that!"
Slowly turn around.
Glare.
"Don't stick knives into the toaster."
Crawford.
Thinks he knows everything.
How am I supposed to extract the toast if not through the use of a knife?
"Yeah, Farfie, you're supposed to use your fingers, not a knife."
Schuldich.
Thought he was still asleep.
He was up so late last night.
I wonder what he does when he goes out late at night?
Turn back around.
Stick fingers in toaster.
Hot.
Hell is hot.
God doesn't like hot.
"Schuldich, don't encourage him."
Crawford doesn't like it when Schuldich talks to me.
Hot.
"Farfarello! Get your damn fingers out of there!"
Remove fingers.
They weren't working anyway. I couldn't reach the toast.
Smash.
The toaster is lying on the floor.
Broken.
I wonder how that happened?
Perhaps I threw it.
"Temper, temper."
Schuldich. He thinks that the broken toaster is funny.
I do not. I wanted some toast.
Crawford is angry. He is yelling.
He is telling Schuldich to take me out.
We have a mission.
I like missions because it means people will die.
When people die, God cries.
Schuldich walks over to me. He grabs my arm. He pulls me along behind him.
Doesn't he realise that all he needs to do is tell me to come with him?
I will follow him wherever he tells me to go.
I know that I shouldn't follow him. It isn't safe to trust people.
I don't want to trust Schuldich.
We are walking out the door.
Down the stairs.
"Nothing exciting today, I'm afraid, Farfie."
He always calls me Farfie. I don't really like it. It is a silly name.
"It'll be a long drive."
I smile.
I like driving.
I like driving with Schuldich. He drives fast.
We reach the car.
It is red. The colour of blood.
It has no roof. What kind of a silly car has no roof?
I have never seen it before.
Schuldich opens the driver door. He gets in and closes the door. He looks at me. He is waiting for me to get in.
He is waiting for me.
I open the door. I get in. I sit down.
Why aren't we moving?
I freeze.
Schuldich is leaning across me. His body presses against mine.
I feel strange.
He grabs the seatbelt and pulls it around me.
Oh.
"Better safe than sorry, ja?"
I don't like seatbelts. They remind me of my jacket.
"Y'know, just on case of sudden stoppages, we wouldn't want that pretty head of yours to go smashing through the windscreen."
He pats my leg. I look away.
I like it when he touches me. But maybe God likes it too.
I don't think I like it when he touches me anymore.
He turns the key. The engine starts. We slowly start to move.
I like driving with Schuldich. He drives fast.
We pull out into the street. I think today will be a good day.
Not like most other days. With their mindless monotony and only my own stupid thoughts to keep me company
I can feel the wind in my hair. It feels nice.
We pass a church. Schuldich speeds up. I don't think he wants me to see it.
I don't care. It's only a stupid church.
If all those stupid people want to believe in that lying bastard God then it's fine by me. If they believe in him now then it will make them twice as sad when they find out how false he is. If they are twice as sad then I am twice as happy.
I don't care about those stupid people attending the church.
It's the people who preach at the church who piss me off.
But they too will realise in time.
I do not feel like getting blood on me today.
Schuldich says I smell when I get blood on me.
I do not want Schuldich to think I smell.
We have passed the church.
Schuldich is looking at me, smiling. He is glad I did not make a fuss about the church.
"I do not feel like getting blood on me today."
Schuldich laughs.
His laugh sounds nice. I wish he would laugh more often.
"At the rate we're going, I don't think you'll have the chance to get any blood on you. Brad's sent us on some crazy cross country trek. We'll be lucky if we get there by nightfall."
I wonder why Crawford is sending us so far away?
I wonder what our mission is?
Not that it matters.
I think that all I shall worry about now is the wind in my hair.
I like driving with Schuldich. He drives fast.
He doesn't mind that I don't like to talk.
I don't think that he wants to talk right now either.
Schuldich takes his eyes off the road for a moment.
He leans over and switches on the radio.
His hand brushes past my knee.
"...Maybe you'll kill yourself
Before I get a turn
Maybe I'll fall in love
And never learn..."
Oh. It's a cd.
I like it when Schuldich plays his cd's.
Most of them are English.
Nagi and Crawford don't understand them, but we do.
Well Crawford does understand the language, I guess. But he still doesn't like Schuldich's music for some reason.
Crawford doesn't like anything that Schuldich likes.
I guess that includes me.
Anyway, it's our special music. Just for us.
He has some German music too, but when he is with me he plays the English ones.
He plays the English ones for me.
We drive along, the wind in my hair and the music reverberating around the car.
I like driving with Schuldich. He drives fast.
I look over at Schuldich.
The wind is blowing his hair all over the place.
It looks like fire.
I wish I could touch it.
I wonder what it feels like to have long hair that blows in the wind like that?
"It really isn't worth it. Long hair, that is. A real bitch to keep it clean."
Glare.
"What? Can I help it if you think so loud?"
Look away.
Schuldich shrugs.
He leans over.
He is turning the volume of the cd up.
"...Never seen the sunshine
From higher points than sunrise
I don't wanna be lonely
I just wanna be alone..."
His hand doesn't brush past my knee this time.
I wonder who sings this song?
I like it.
We turn a corner.
I notice now that we are no longer in the heart of the city.
We're out where there are trees and stuff.
The sun is shining in my eye.
Squint.
I look over at Schuldich again.
I wonder why he wears those sunglasses on top of his head instead of over his eyes?
Especially now that the sun is shining right through the front window.
Look away.
Schuldich leans over.
Adjusting the radio again?
Something on top of my head.
Sunglasses.
I raise my arm and flick them down so that they sit on my nose.
Everything darkens.
The sun's light no longer bothers me. God's bright shining sun no longer bothers me. Schuldich's sunglasses are shielding me from God's bright light.
We continue to drive into the sun.
Schuldich starts to sing to the music.
"...Sleepless, untamed without a leash on the light around me..."
Smile.
I like driving with Schuldich. He drives fast.
I like driving with Schuldich.
And he knows it.
*TBC*
I didn't mean to make Farfie sound childish or simple or anything...I just wanted everything he said to come across as almost painfully blunt. Usually when he talks in the series, everything he says is straight and to the point. He doesn't waste time with flowery language. I figured he would think in much the same way. And yes, I know he probably sounds a bit uncharacteristically sane and rational, but keep in mind, these aren't his actual personal thoughts, as of such. It is just some primitive part of his mind observing things.
Well there ya have it. Please review if you feel so inclined, as feedback of any sort is welcomed with open arms. However, if you're gonna flame, please try to justify your hatred of my work so I can go about improving it.
