AN: Ok, yeah, i know. this is cheap of me especially after not updating for so long. this fic was based (read: copied) off of a rp log i did with my koi. i converted a bit after chapter 1 into fic, so I'll post that but the rest is going to be pure source log. If anyone really wants to convert it for me, I'll post that but I don't really have time to convert it. I could find the rest of the logs after this as well. I'll see how it goes. Thanks muchly, and enjoy. The logs aren't too bad. Erm, ignore the comments in () mostly, that was just us talking, mostly about the scene. Might miss some dissconnect stuff and repost stuff too. Lol, sorry.

The senses hit him slowly, waves washing over his returning consciousness. First, that he lay on something pretty soft. A mattress, maybe. Next, that his arms were pulled above his head by a pair of handcuffs that bit into his wrists. Some odd whirring noise, familiar... a blender? His headache, pounding, could only have been from the chemical pad. It kept him from completely identifying the noise. He groaned softly, his eyes fluttering open. Soon, the blender noises stopped. A brighter light came in from the other room, there had been no lights in this room and the blinds were down, and the light from the next room poured in, silhouetting Farfarello. He closed the door as he walked in. Walking over to the sufficiently tied-up Weiss boy, he sat down on the bed next to him. "Meow, meow, sleeping kitten has finally awoken."

He stroked his hand across Ken's chest, a gesture that looked like what one would do to a cat. Ken pulled away, in fear. The way he was handcuffed meant to him one thing- rape.

"Skittish kitten." Farfie declared, and when he noticed the reddening of Ken's face, reached up to touch it. Ken pulled away a little, confused. What is this, he thinks, a man of Schwarz kind and gentle to him? And least expected of all Farfarello, the least sane member of Schwarz. Ken was too shocked by these questions to be angry, too confused. He tilted his head up, closing his eyes, in a go away sort of gesture.

Farfarello shrugged and stood up, walking out of the room and leaving Ken alone again. The blender noises started up again. The Irish voice cursed God and there was a loud crash. He heard another door open and close, and then silence.

Ken was left with his questions for an hour or so. He lay, unable to switch positions, just thinking about Farfarello. If he could explain the reason for the abduction, everything else had been gentle and almost... romantic? Was it? It couldn't have been. But...

A door opened. And closed. There were more blender noises. It couldn't have been anything else. Damn it, how he was annoyed. He was going to be held in some anonymous apartment by a member of the opposite team as a hostage and he was going to be ignored? He was obviously awake, and he wasn't going to be ignored.

"What's the point of this? Damn you Farfarello. You're holding me hostage for those bastards you work with, aren't you! Aya and Omi and Yohji aren't stupid enough to fall for that, you know I'm worthless. Why don't you just fucking let me out of here?! Why else would you have me, unless you're a total pervert, worse than I'd have thought anyway! Thought I don't really care, either way!"

At this, Farfarello walked in, licking a knife clean of some messy red stuff. Ken could not tell whether it was blood or something else, but he thinks it'd be a nasty fate to die here.

"Getting restless, Kitten?"

"Damn you."

"Feisty, spitting mad, little Kitten."

Ken just glared.

"Do you want me to untie you?" Farfarello asked, putting the knife in the waistband of his pants and walking closer.

"Course I do, you think I'd rather be stuck here?"

"You're staying here, though. You will not run away."

"I can't promise that."

"I can." Farfarello insisted, pulling a key out of his mouth and unlocking the handcuffs. "Don't even try to get away. You can go anywhere inside, but not out."

Ken nodded, sitting up on the bed. He rubbed his wrists, scowling. Then he checked for his claw, it was still in his pocket. He realized that there were probably enough weapons around that it wouldn't have mattered anyway.

Farfarello walked back into the kitchen, and Ken followed him. His eyes widened at the total chaotic red mess of stuff. Bits and pieces of various fruits and envelopes of red Kool-Aid mix were strewn about, along with melting ice cubes and splatters of red liquid. Against the wall was a broken blender, shattered to bits, and splatters of the red goo around it as well. Ken eeps faintly, but at least it all looks like some food item and not some dead animal.

"Pretty, isn't it? It makes God angry. He thinks I killed things. I'm only pretending but he doesn't know it. If I kill real things, Crawford will tie me up. But this hurts god too." Farfarello asked, putting more into the blender. He turned to look at Ken. "Want to try?"

Ken took a step back, uncomfortable. "…That's all right."

"Try it." He insisted, and took Ken's hands, showing him what to do. The Weiss boy flushed a little, realizing the gentleness of the contact. And Farfarello's hands were very gentle, moving Ken's around, standing behind him and watching over his shoulder.

"See, we hurt God like this," Farfie said, drawing back a little from Ken. "Do you like to hurt God? Did God hurt you?"

"Not more than to the degree that God hurts everyone." Ken answered, after thinking for a bit.

Farfarello nodded like that was a satisfactory answer and went back to putting things into the blender. He feels like there's something he's missing, about the significance about him being asked to help hurt God, but he feels that he is missing it.

"There is a bathroom over there, and a tv with a sofa in there." Farfarello points out, still blending.

Ken goes to sit on the back of the sofa, noticing all of the very violent movies scattered around. He wonders if Farfarello is cutting up the groceries he was planning to bring home, and how Aya and Omi and Yohji are doing, if they are looking for him or not, if Aya is pissed, if Omi is freaking out. He watches Farfarello pouring the liquid down the drain.

The white-haired man walked into the room, finished with the blending for now, and perched on the armrest of the sofa.

"So why do you have me here, anyway?" Ken repeats.

"Stray kitten."

"I'm not a stray, though."

"Stray."

"...Whatever" Ken gave up.

"We will watch a movie. A movie to hurt God. Will you hurt God with me?"

"Ok." Ken said, knowing he didn't have much choice. But he wasn't sure he liked the way Farfarello smirked as he got up to put in the video. He pointed for Ken to sit next to him on the sofa. Ken moved to sit next to the boy, who started the movie. It was very violent and in German. Before the movie really starts, he comments "God doesn't want us to watch this. It hurts him."

Ken nodded. The movie sounded cool, anway.

"Schuldig knows what it all means. But I just watch."

"Yeah, it looks cool."

"Because it hurts God."

Ken nods, wondering faintly if he spends enough time locked up here he'll think that way, too.

The movie finishes, and Ken looked over, noticing Farfarello was staring at the screen, dazed. He slumped against Ken, asleep. Ken smiled at the older boy with some strange pity and brushed his hair out of his face, unable to think of leaving for no reason that he could imagine.

Farfarello's eye opened, flick. It turned on Ken.

"You didn't run."

"I... uh..." Ken stammered, blushing.

"Hurt God with me?" Farfarello asked.

Ken nods. Not knowing what this means, exactly, but getting a sense from the Schwarez boy's voice.

Farfarello pressed his lips to Ken's, softly and gently until he feels Ken returning it just as gently.