Disclaimer: All things you recognize ain't mine.

Warnings: General Farfieness and Schuness. Who can live without them, eh?

A/n: I tried to keep everyone in character. This wasn't easy to type. I think everyone will enjoy it. But I lost my Farfie plushie. *Pouts*

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Bradley Crawford groped blindly around for his alarm clock. He then beat it into submission and retrieved his glasses off the nightstand. He was supposed to be going to a meeting in about two hours.

Seeing as it would only take him about an hour to get ready, that left him and hour safety cushion. He was going to have to hurry before Schuldich got to the shower. He would stay in there forever on purpose.

As he walked down the hall towards the bathroom, he caught sight of Nagi through a crack in the door. He was just getting out of bed and making it up. He would be on his way to school in a little while.

A quick, cold shower finished what his alarm clock had started. Brad went over everything he was supposed to do that day. He was going to have to make sure that Schuldich didn't just let Farfarello run rapid through the whole city again. They were still paying for that streetlight. 

After inspecting himself in the mirror, Bradley grabbed his briefcase and went to make his breakfast. He had at least an hour and a half left, so he could take his time eating and reading the newspaper.

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When Brad entered the kitchen, he was surprised to see Nagi already sitting at the table and eating cereal. Invisible hands raised and dipped the spoon while he was reading the sports section of the newspaper. Usually, he beat the boy Schwarz out of his room and into the kitchen. But it didn't matter too much.

" Where's Schuldich?" Nagi asked; not looking up.

" As far as I know, he is still asleep." Brad replied; turning on the stove.

" He owes me money. He stated exactly 3 days ago he'd be in your bed by now. He bet $20 on it." He said.

Brad froze momentarily. Schuldich seemed to have it planted in his thick skull he needed to get laid. Unfortunately, he had somethings that were just a little more important than getting notches in his belt. 

" Go wake up the Irishman. I don't want him sleeping all day and awake all night." He said cracking eggs over a skillet.

Nagi got up without a word and walked down the hall. He always felt a bottomless sensation in his stomach when he went to release Farfarello. He couldn't classify it as fear, because he was not afraid. He would have no problem slamming said psycho into the wall until he was out cold if he attacked.

Shaking his head as he reached the door, he cleared his mind of his own musings so he could concentrate if he needed to do so.

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" Git out."

" I'm not leaving."

" Donna force me ta git punished by killin' ye."

" I am not afraid to die Jei."

" Ye are lyin'. I can tell ye are frightened from where I sit. Ye wear yer emotions like that SWAMP meet necklace ye 'ave on."

" So what if I am lying? So what if you do scare me? My teachers scare me more. Their threats and bigotry and their racism.  Do you ever get frightened Jei?"

" Jei is dead. He don' exist anymore."

" Then who are you?"

" Farfarello."

" My name is……"

" Farfarello!"

A single, amber eye slid open. It scanned the small white padded cell it resided in. All four walls were covered with a white cushions. A window with bars on it was above an untouched white bed with tan leather restraints. A brown dressing that had been chipped and sliced at stood in the corner. Electrical sockets had scrapes on them from being abused by forks and knives. The white carpet had dark red stains on it every 3 feet or so. The single amber eye took all this in before coming to rest on the small Japanese boy directly under him.

" S'time for breakfast. Crawford sent me for you." He said; invisible hands undoing the many buckles and belts.

Farfarello made no sound as he was lowered to the ground. He had nothing to say to him; he just wanted to eat. Walking to the door, he removed a butterfly knife from his vest and practiced flipping it open and closed.

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" How much money is this gettin' ye?"

" I'm doing this for no money. It is for my psychology class. I hate going to school. High school sucks. You're much more interesting Farfarello. I wish I could stay here all day and watch you do whatever you do."

" I interest ye?"

" I don't mean that in the taunting sense!! I mean……… you're different than anyone I've ever met. You make me think. Think about things in a way I didn't imagine before. You're so much smarter than they think you are. Why don't you tell them off or kill them?"

" Those things wouldnna accomplish anythin' but momentary pleasure."

" What's it like to kill?"

" Ye are wantin' ta learn?"

" I…………"

" Ye are sinner."

" Hypocrite. I sin because I don't know any better. I am human. I am flawed."

" Ye are a fool. Ye think he cares, let alone forgives ye? God hurts those he loves."

" That would explain so much. Lovers, family deaths, accidents, crime, natural disasters, destruction. Perfect sense. Of course if I wrote that down, they'd put me in here."

" Why are ye here American? Ye dinna belong here nay are ye wanted."

" I got used to the unwanted feeling just like you did Hannibal. My skin makes me different. Your beliefs make you different. If there were some way to link my difference to the mind I'd be in here with you. I am here because I have a paper to write and was assigned you as my topic. They tried to scare me off with you. Thinking I would only back off and run away. I refuse to give them a reason to kick this American out. I am going to turn this term paper and pass that class. And nobody can stop me. Not you, not them and certainly not any stupid fear!"

" Ye are amusin' American. If'n ye can sneak me a knife in here, then I will cooperate with ye little project."

" Won't I get in trouble if I get caught?"

" Aye."

" ………………"

" Ye stopped talkin'. Is that a no American?"

" No! I mean, I'll get you your knife. Somehow…… Goodbye for now-"

" Farfarello!!"

Said Irishman's head snapped up and focused on the American in front of him. He seemed to be telling him to do something. Oh, he wanted him to eat the breakfast that was in front of him.

It was basically eggs and pancakes. The pancakes were to dry. He was about to reach for the syrup when the German who was now awake snatched it away from him.

" Too slow christian." He taunted.

Farfarello flicked his wrist quickly and the butterfly he had been holding flew to the other side of the table. It impaled the bottle and it spilled on Schuldich's lap. Schuldich looked at him with narrow eyes. The German hated being sticky more than anything.

" You little bas-"

" Be quiet Schuldich. This is your own fault. Now get that cleaned up before that stuff sticks to the tiles." Brad said without removing his newspaper.

" Why do I have to do it?!" He whined.

" Because it's your fault." He said.

Schuldich growled and went over to the broom closet. He hated it when he got in trouble for what Farfarello did. What a jip.

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" Ye are in a bad mood, are ye not?"

" Oh shut up Farfarello."

" I canno'. Ye are too amusin' when ye are angry."

" I want ta have a child."

" WHAT?!"

" Catch you off guard? Good."

" Why?"

" Because it's what I want. I look around and see these people with children so happy. And since I've been here in Japan, my family thinks I'm a traitor. They're mad because I am not what they want me to be. I want a baby because I'm lonely, because I wanna be happy, and it would also piss them off to a great extent."

" Honor thy father and mother. Thou shall not covet thy neighbor's goods.  A child born in sin. Sounds like ye 'ave somethin' against God."

" No, just my parents. But I suppose they think they're God."

" Hm………Very well."

" What 'very well'?"

" I will give ye this child o'sin. On one condition."

" What now? A hacksaw?"

" Don' git cute."

" Sorry. You were saying?"

" Ye donna come ta me for anythin'. It is yer responsibility."

" That won't be easy. I already have it hard as an American in Japan."

" 'Tis yer decision. Not mine."

" You'd be willing to help me with this?"

" Aye. A fallen angel I had a part in makin' would make him wail. An innocent corrupted at birth and free of his lies."

" You're a weird one Farfarello Jei. But I like your style."

" Farfarello!!"

For the third time that day, Farfarello had spaced out. This was not anything to be surprised of. He spaced out all the time. But he usually ate while he was doing it in the morning. That or he had a knife in his mouth.

Schuldich thought to probe his mind and maybe see what it was that had him spacing out so much. But he decided against at the last minute and sat back down at the table.

Brad and Nagi were on there way out. Brad had to get something he left in his room, while Nagi was going to see if he needed to wear a jacket that day.

He opened the door, and was about to step outside; but there was a small obstacle in his way. A little girl stood on the doorstep. She looked up at him with wide, innocent, yellowish-brown eyes. On top of her head was a short crop of pallid hair.

She was in a pair of faded and torn blue jeans, and a black tie-dye shirt. She had both hands behind her back and was rocking back and forth.

" Are you my daddy?" She asked sweetly.

Nagi calmly gestured 'just a minute' and turned to face the kitchen.

" SCULDICH!! It's for you!!"