Glad you are here 03

Harlequinn

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To those who have reviewed my fic, I love you all. Your kind words make me feel all happy and fluffy inside and give me the motivation to go on (well, it's a healthy mix of you guys and the thought of Schu and Farf getting together that provides me with the motivation) I love each and every one of you and if I knew where you lived then I would send you all freshly baked cookies. And thank you to miko for pointing out my dumb mistake *kicks self*

Schu's POV again.

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Country road.

Rolling hills.

Green Grass.

God, this shit bores me.

I swear, Brad is going to die a most horrible death when I get my hands on him. Fuck, I mean, he doesn't even tell me where I'm going, he just gives me a car, a map and tells me to 'get there by nightfall. Oh, and take Farfarello with you'.

Ok, so the 'take Farfie with you' bit I don't mind, but the whole cross country trek with no apparent purpose annoys me greatly.

Oh well, could be worse. I could have been stuck with Nagi. Or Brad.

Oh look, on the horizon. A small country town, how quaint.

Gag.

Speed up.

Speed up for no reason in particular other than I feel like speeding up.

Look over at Farfie. He smiles slightly. Me thinks he likes going fast.

We approach the town at an alarming rate and I want to keep speeding through it so I will not have to look at it.

No such luck. Some asshole in front of us is gunning his car at about 3 kilometres an hour. I sound the horn loudly. The asshole ignores me and refuses to speed up.

Godamnit, people are so inconsiderate of others. Well, old man, you leave me no choice. Well, I assume it is an old man on account of it is usually old men who drive so friggin' slowly.

Pull up onto the kerb and overtake him.

Yeah.

Speed up, here we go.

Scheiße!

Siren.

Since when do small country towns have policemen on patrol?

The police car is almost on my tail. Damn. Might as well pull over. After all, I wasn't speeding, officer. Oh no, not me, I never speed.

I suppose that been a telepath does have its up side.

Slow down.

Pull over.

Stop.

Lazy grin. "What seems to be the problem, sir?" Smooth.

"You speedin' through this here town like a bat outta hell be the problem, y'hear?"

Wow, well, now I know that brains definitely aren't in the criteria for becoming a policeman.

"Show me yer licence, y'hear?"

Yeah, yeah, I hear you.

Dig around in pockets for wallet.

Pull out licence.

"Here ya go." Sweet smile.

Dig into the policeman's brain. Wow...what a simpleton. This certainly isn't going to challenge my telepathic ability too much.

I wasn't speeding.

The policeman looks confused. "I...wasn't...speeding?" He says slowly.

Heh, whoops.

The gorgeous red haired man you see before you was not speeding.

He seems to take a second to digest this information before saying, "No problem, move along, move along." And with this he ushers us away.

I snatch my drivers licence out of his grubby hands and take off again.

I grab my wallet and go to put the licence back in.

What?

Where'd my licence go? I was sure I had...

"Christian Schreiber?"

"You wanna make something of it, Jei?"

Snatch the licence back.

Evil bastard had no right to look at that!

I look awful in my licence photo!

Oh, and then there's the fact that he now knows my, gag, real name.

Look over at Farfarello. A small smile graces his lips. Wow...he has nice lips. Can't believe I never noticed before.

Wait! No...that's not the point. The point is he looked at my licence and in the process invaded my privacy.

But seriously, Even with that small scar* cutting through the bottom lip, they still look so perfect. Even more perfect because they're not perfect. Does that make sense? I bet they're soft too...I wonder if...

"Eyes on the road, please."

What? Oh, yes, heh, oops.

"How you got your licence is beyond me." He mutters.

"Oh haha, aren't you just the funniest bastard ever to walk the planet."

Craving.

What am I craving?

A cigarette.

Pull over again. If I keep stopping like this we'll never get there.

"I need a smoke" I inform Farfie as I stop the car and get out.

"Yay." He mutters.

Open the door. Climb out. Dig around in pockets. Pull out cigarette. Pull out lighter. Fire. Smoke. Deep breath. Much better.

"Can't you come up with a more creative way to kill yourself?" Farfie asks unenthusiastically.

I lean over. Stick my face in front of his. Blow smoke.

He wrinkles his nose in disgust.

"Heh, you look cute when screw up your nose like that." I say with a grin.

He looks at me in confusion for a second before disregarding what I just said.

Suddenly my eye is drawn once again to those damned lips of his. I wonder if they really are as soft as they look...

His tongue darts out for a second, licking his lips slightly before disappearing again.

He frowns slightly as I continue to stare.

"Um...Schuldich...what are you doing?"

"Staring at you."

Heh, might as well tell him the truth.

"Oh..."

Continue staring.

Reach hand out.

Cup cheek.

Run thumb across lips.

Hm, soft.

"Schuldich?"

His voice is quiet.

"Yes, Farfie?"

"What are you doing?"

Good point. What AM I doing?

"Nothing. Sorry Farf." I ruffle his hair affectionately and lean back, putting out my cigarette on the sole of my shoe. "We really should get going."

He smiles slightly and rolls his eye, "Well I certainly hope I haven't been holding you up," he mutters dryly. Oh haha Farf.

Walk back around to the other side of the car. Open door. Climb in. Sit down. Start engine.

Hm, I really should quit.

Smoking, that is.

Like Farf said, I'm sure there are plenty of far more creative ways to kill myself.

Not that I would, mind you.

I'm quite happy with the way things are going.

As we speed up I look over at Farf.

He's staring up at the sky and absentmindedly touching his lips.

Yes, I think I am definitely happy with the way things are going.

*TBC*

*Although the scar on his bottom lip can't be seen in most pics, I have a couple of official ones where it can be seen. So don't rat me off for making up stuff. Heh.

Well there ya go. More in next chapter, I promise! Boo, Schu for been boring! Heh, sorry, my bad. *ashamed*

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