Fear In a Bottle

By: Bl00deh Switch

Disclaimer: Weiss is not owned by me. Fortunately, because if it was, nobody would like it o.o; But I *do* Own Eriko. Sadly, she's a stupid little girl that will soon add some meaning to the story....

A/N: Making chapters longer!!! =P Thanks to Misura, Lady Kickass, and Jim Morningstar for their AWESOME reviews!!! Thank you people. {} --Schuldig's mental voice, ' '-- thoughts

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".....Ding...."

Farfarello's remaining amber eye watched the object inside the microwave, hawk-like eye watching it rotate in a hypnotising way.

"..Ding......."

The IrishMan's short cropped feathery hair almost stood on end as he awaited the microwave to sound off.

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With a heaving sigh, Bradley Crawford sat up from the chair he was sitting in.

The room seemed so...clinical. He didn't mind, scanning the small room with his soft caramel eyes. With one of his strong hands, Brad twisted the brass doorknob until the wooden door shuddered open, without a sound.

Now in the kitchen-like area of the building. Crawford's ears almost perked up once he heard the harsh voice of his little "friend".

"You, Ding, NOW."

Crawford smirked as he watched the swaying Farfarello perch upon the small microwave. It nearly tipped over as the One-Eyed fiend shook it beneath his weight.

"Farfarello....You...press the big black button to stop it."

His voice seemed a bit quiet, and he agreed on talking more often.

{Hurry up you idiot, This redheaded freak wont shut the hell up...Neither will the two brats....}

A small mental whisper entered Crawfords mind, Making the dark-haired american grumble.

"How many times have I told you to stay out of my head?! I'll be right there...." His soft puppy-brown eyes shifted over to The Confused Farf, in which the man was slamming an Exacto knife into the wires of the microwave. The american casually picked up a mug of coffee.

Crawford reminded himself to have patience with this criminally insane partner, as he slowly headed down the corridor, towards the elevators.

He watched as the button lit up when he pressed it, and waited for the elevator to reach his floor.

Finally, the doors slid open, and a young figure dashed out. Brad's only response was a casual;

"Hi Omi."

As he entered the elevator. Bradley hummed to himself briefly, and just before the doors closed, he managed to squeeze himself back out, sputtering and spilling the coffee all over his white shirt.

"Omi?!"

{Dumbass}

There was Schuldig's voice again.

"Do fuck off..." The dark-haired man chased after the youth, briefly calling out to Farfarello as he mad-dashed through the hallways.

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Looking up from the sparking and sizzling mess of what used to be a microwave, Farfarello noticed with his remaining eye, another young dimwit sneak by.

"Kitty cat?"

The 'Berserker' smirked, voice in his head telling him 'siberian'. No, he was sure, it wasn't Schuldig, as he stood up and marched proudly over to the door frame.

"Here Kitty, kitty, kitty...."

He chuckled silky as he snuck behind Ken Hidaka.....

***

'Hm. Cancer.'

The playboy repeated to himself in his mind.

'What KIND of Cancer?'

Youji asked himself, saddened eyes trained on his twiddling thumbs. Of course, it would've been more useful to ask that question

When he was in the same room as the man.

But no. He was way too choked.

Who'd of thought.

Cancer.....

His thoughts twisted into morbid feelings as he lay in the hospital bed.

'what if its bad....'

'Of course its bad'

'what about the guys? My friends....'

His eyes closed and his hands quite their little nervous game as he hid his face in the pillow.

'I treated Omi so badly last time.... what if I die and he thinks I hate him?'

Youji felt like killing himself, then and their as he rephrased what his mind had asked.

'What if everbody already hates me?!'

"Damnit Youji....Stop feeling sorry for yourself..."

The depressed man said, slamming his fist into the pillow. He felt the tears slip from his eyes, and began to feel anger course through him.

Anger. He was mad at Himself.

Of course, it was dark out, probably around 2:30 am...

he couldnt sleep.

All he could do was lay there, thinking about all the things he used to take advantage of. Youji clenched his fists as tight as he could, and turned over so he was on his back.

The man was so tempted to cut himself at that moment.

Punish himself for taking advantage of his friends.

His 'family'.

But he didn't. Not yet. Not tonight....Maybe....some other time...

He thought to himself, mind slowly falling asleep, but not his body.

His eyes seemed unfocused and dim as he stared past the ceiling of the hospital room.

Eriko was fast asleep, probably dreaming of Playing hide-and-go-seek in a field of wild flowers.

While Youji....Youji dreamed about death.

His OWN death.

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It seemed Nagi was the only one awake at this time...

He couldn't sleep with the snoring of Schuldig, or Bradley's constant tossing and turning, not to mention hearing words from the twisted mind of Farfarello as he spoke in his sleep.

They had to camp on the floor. In a semi-deserted building. Full of dead bodies in the basement, the smell of blood still strong in the young man's nose, even at the high floor they lay on.

Or maybe it was the blood from his nose, when Brad had turned on his side, arm slipping and hitting Nagi right in the face.

Schuldig and crawford got to sleep on couches.

Farfarello and Nagi had to sleep on the floor.

He sighed briefly, listening to a choking breath from Schuldig, mixed with a soft calm voice of Farfarello;

"...Yeah......The reflections.....Hurting.....god.."

And the constant movement overhead where Brad lay asleep.

His eyes seemed dark and distant at night, mimicking Youji's position as he stared past the ceiling. But of course, he hadn't known Youji had looked past the ceiling before.

That was HIS thing.

The blanket lay neatly across his waist, hands behind his head as he waited for his body to pass out, aswell as his mind.

Farfarello had often tried to roll over and snatch Nagi's blankets away, while in a deep sleep, his own blankets tangled around him like some-what of a roman or greek toga.

So basically, Nagi was having one bad night, from having to fight off Bradley with his amazing martial arts skills, to a war with Farfarello, to keep his thin blanket on. Nagi glanced over to the tangled partner of his, the man's soft feathery silver hair was dishevled beyond belief.

Poor Farf wouldn't usually be asleep at this hour, he'd usually be out in the city, destroying random objects with his bare hands.... But the brat's escape had tuckered the deranged-puppy dog out.

Nagi sighed as he heard the digital clock buzzed. He sat up as if he wasn't experiencing insomnia for the eighteenth time that month.

Schuldig was a very heavy sleeper, yet after years of training, he had trained himself to wake up to the alarm clock's ring.

Farfarello sat up and watched the others around him, giggling.

Crawford didn't find anything amusing as he scratched the back of his head, fitting the glasses on his face.

"Farfarello...I honestly don't find whats so funny about our situation..."

The 'Deranged-Puppy Dog' stood up to his feet, he happened to be the only one who wasn't wearing pajamas that that night.

"I know where they are...."

*To Be Continued*

A/N Misura, Im going to be nice to the Weiss-Boys...Just not Aya. :o! Oh by the way, This chapter focused more on nagi, because I've been neglecting him so much...that AND last chapter was ALL Youji. Next chapter while probably have more Youji, but mostly on Schuldig....and Youji. I dunno, This was supossed to be a one-shot. But since reviewers inspired me, I write more....Go r/r!! o_o;;; More focusing on Farfarello soon because I love that little Deranged-Puppy Dog. =P