Disclaimer: I don't own Farf. Or anyone else. ;_;
(A/N) Farfarello is really a bastard in this chapter. Hmmm, a sexy bastard. More violence, threatening of Farfie's life, and angst on Omi and Ouka's part. How sad. Oh, and masochism, that's just Farf's favorite hobby. Uh. and killing. He likes that too.
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"So.." The silence stretched. The woman and the Weiss assassins had gone, all but Bombay. The woman, Manx, he was later told, said that he was to be monitored at all times. And since it was summer, it was only natural that the youngest be made to stay up. He didn't exactly agree with her logic, and apparently neither did Bombay. "This fucking sucks!" The young assassin cried, glaring at Farfarello, who tried to shrug, but couldn't finish the movement with all the chains.
"What, missing a date with one of your kin?" He taunted after a while, sure that he would die of boredom. His comment got unexpected results. Nine darts embedded themselves in his chest, arms and shoulders. And now the kid was aiming at his head. "Don't. Ever. Talk. About. The. Dead. Like. That." His eyes were tearing up. How cute. Really, he never knew the kittens were such angsty characters. Such fun to play with. Schu was missing some fun shit. And he could manipulate them into hurting God for him. Bombay was doing a fine job.
"Touchy." He bent his head down to pluck the darts out with his teeth. He couldn't reach them all, and his bleeding had already stopped. He was starting to heal, and he didn't know what would happen if he left the darts in. 'Might be interesting to find out. I might even get an infection.' He leaned his head back, closing his eye as if to sleep. He wondered if the kid would kill him. He had killed the kid's girlfriend, er... sister... er cousin. Scary. He could never imagine falling in love with his sister. He had killed her on account that she wasn't his real sister, but he had still loved her, in a brotherly way. He didn't care anymore. She was an accomplice to the Liar and His kind.
"Farfarello. When your... ah when Ruth was looking for you, she said your name was Jei. She said you killed your own family. Is that true?" He sighed. Why did the kid care? He was bored, he didn't have any knives to hurt God, and he was incapable of moving. And he had an itch on his neck. "They weren't my family. They were liars." And tried his best to reach the itch with his shoulder, but the fucking chains weren't giving enough room. He sighed again. He wanted to move, to stretch, to itch. Not to itch, to scratch an itch. He snickered again. "Will you ever let me out of this thing? To bathe, the piss, to ah... I dunno, read?" The kitten looked at him in disbelief. "You read?"
Farfarello looked at him, rolling his eye. "Is that so hard to believe? I'm not always on some killing spree." 'Just sometimes. And only certain people. Like you and your kitten friends.' He felt a stiffness growing in the back of his legs. He guessed it was a cramp. "What kind of stuff do you read?" Why was the kid asking? Farfarello could have dealt with silence; he didn't like talking much, only when it suited his purpose. Striking horror into people's hearts hurt God. Which was his self given purpose in life.
"I'm only asking because I'm bored, and I'm not allowed to kill you." How honest. God liked honesty, even though he lied. "Hn. I read almost anything, like sci-fi to historical accounts on various kings and such." Which he really did. He was constantly making Schuldig or someone take him shopping, since he wasn't allowed to go alone after the whole Mister-looks- like-a-pirate-gee-he-actually-has-a-sword-ACK! thing with the kids during story time. He was glad he had already bought the books, seeing as parts of the four bodies of the kids were all over the store, and he had their blood on him. He got home as fast as he could. One of the books he had bought was a biography on Alexander the Great, and he really wanted to start it. Alexander had been a pagan, who caused war and bloodshed. God didn't like bloodshed.
He wasn't allowed to have anything pointy in his original bedroom, that included bookshelves because of their corners, the same reason as the books. When he was good, he could sleep in a room that was made especially for him, not like the concrete one for when he was being punished, which was his original, but one with a nice soft bed and books everywhere, even a TV to watch South Park. Cursing kids hurt God. Sometimes Schu watched with him, always making him do his Cartmen impression. 'Screw you guys, I'm going home!' He snickered.
"Really? So you're somewhat of an intellectual." Bombay was actually trying to be interested. "I like to read comic books and stuff, like magazines about technology and stuff. And the novels for school." He sighed. He wanted to go to sleep, and wake up able to move and itch and fall asleep again. Nagi once said that he could hurt God by sleeping too much. But he decided the kid was just trying to get his 'baby-sitting' job easier. No one wants to be stuck with a psycho. He wiggled, the darts still embedded were starting to tingle. "I'm going to sleep." He said, and Bombay actually looked slightly disappointed.
He didn't sleep though, he stayed awake as Bombay hummed four songs over and over again, and as the kid was taken out of the room. What really interested Farfarello was that several men who didn't sound like Weiss from their footsteps came in and undid the chains. 'Where the hell am I? And when will I hear from Schu? He could use our link to find me.' He waited until they had finished setting up a cot before he get up and slept, staying in his straightjacket. He didn't feel like going back into the chains. At least now he could itch, or scratch his itch. And if they didn't make him listen to any teeny-bopper music, or put up a crucifix, he would be fine, he might survive.
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A/N: Uh. I'm not sure that all of you know what South Park is. It's a comedy cartoon (non- anime) about these kids who are in like fourth grade, and strange things are always happening to them. Like a giant Barbara Streisand (Sp-?) monster thing, and Jesus actually living in their time(which is now) and getting the crap kicked out of him by Santa (I believe.) and Satan. Heheh. It is seriously one of the funniest things in the entire world. "God Dammit! You killed Kenny!" "You bastard!" Kenny dies in every episode! LOL!!
(A/N) Farfarello is really a bastard in this chapter. Hmmm, a sexy bastard. More violence, threatening of Farfie's life, and angst on Omi and Ouka's part. How sad. Oh, and masochism, that's just Farf's favorite hobby. Uh. and killing. He likes that too.
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"So.." The silence stretched. The woman and the Weiss assassins had gone, all but Bombay. The woman, Manx, he was later told, said that he was to be monitored at all times. And since it was summer, it was only natural that the youngest be made to stay up. He didn't exactly agree with her logic, and apparently neither did Bombay. "This fucking sucks!" The young assassin cried, glaring at Farfarello, who tried to shrug, but couldn't finish the movement with all the chains.
"What, missing a date with one of your kin?" He taunted after a while, sure that he would die of boredom. His comment got unexpected results. Nine darts embedded themselves in his chest, arms and shoulders. And now the kid was aiming at his head. "Don't. Ever. Talk. About. The. Dead. Like. That." His eyes were tearing up. How cute. Really, he never knew the kittens were such angsty characters. Such fun to play with. Schu was missing some fun shit. And he could manipulate them into hurting God for him. Bombay was doing a fine job.
"Touchy." He bent his head down to pluck the darts out with his teeth. He couldn't reach them all, and his bleeding had already stopped. He was starting to heal, and he didn't know what would happen if he left the darts in. 'Might be interesting to find out. I might even get an infection.' He leaned his head back, closing his eye as if to sleep. He wondered if the kid would kill him. He had killed the kid's girlfriend, er... sister... er cousin. Scary. He could never imagine falling in love with his sister. He had killed her on account that she wasn't his real sister, but he had still loved her, in a brotherly way. He didn't care anymore. She was an accomplice to the Liar and His kind.
"Farfarello. When your... ah when Ruth was looking for you, she said your name was Jei. She said you killed your own family. Is that true?" He sighed. Why did the kid care? He was bored, he didn't have any knives to hurt God, and he was incapable of moving. And he had an itch on his neck. "They weren't my family. They were liars." And tried his best to reach the itch with his shoulder, but the fucking chains weren't giving enough room. He sighed again. He wanted to move, to stretch, to itch. Not to itch, to scratch an itch. He snickered again. "Will you ever let me out of this thing? To bathe, the piss, to ah... I dunno, read?" The kitten looked at him in disbelief. "You read?"
Farfarello looked at him, rolling his eye. "Is that so hard to believe? I'm not always on some killing spree." 'Just sometimes. And only certain people. Like you and your kitten friends.' He felt a stiffness growing in the back of his legs. He guessed it was a cramp. "What kind of stuff do you read?" Why was the kid asking? Farfarello could have dealt with silence; he didn't like talking much, only when it suited his purpose. Striking horror into people's hearts hurt God. Which was his self given purpose in life.
"I'm only asking because I'm bored, and I'm not allowed to kill you." How honest. God liked honesty, even though he lied. "Hn. I read almost anything, like sci-fi to historical accounts on various kings and such." Which he really did. He was constantly making Schuldig or someone take him shopping, since he wasn't allowed to go alone after the whole Mister-looks- like-a-pirate-gee-he-actually-has-a-sword-ACK! thing with the kids during story time. He was glad he had already bought the books, seeing as parts of the four bodies of the kids were all over the store, and he had their blood on him. He got home as fast as he could. One of the books he had bought was a biography on Alexander the Great, and he really wanted to start it. Alexander had been a pagan, who caused war and bloodshed. God didn't like bloodshed.
He wasn't allowed to have anything pointy in his original bedroom, that included bookshelves because of their corners, the same reason as the books. When he was good, he could sleep in a room that was made especially for him, not like the concrete one for when he was being punished, which was his original, but one with a nice soft bed and books everywhere, even a TV to watch South Park. Cursing kids hurt God. Sometimes Schu watched with him, always making him do his Cartmen impression. 'Screw you guys, I'm going home!' He snickered.
"Really? So you're somewhat of an intellectual." Bombay was actually trying to be interested. "I like to read comic books and stuff, like magazines about technology and stuff. And the novels for school." He sighed. He wanted to go to sleep, and wake up able to move and itch and fall asleep again. Nagi once said that he could hurt God by sleeping too much. But he decided the kid was just trying to get his 'baby-sitting' job easier. No one wants to be stuck with a psycho. He wiggled, the darts still embedded were starting to tingle. "I'm going to sleep." He said, and Bombay actually looked slightly disappointed.
He didn't sleep though, he stayed awake as Bombay hummed four songs over and over again, and as the kid was taken out of the room. What really interested Farfarello was that several men who didn't sound like Weiss from their footsteps came in and undid the chains. 'Where the hell am I? And when will I hear from Schu? He could use our link to find me.' He waited until they had finished setting up a cot before he get up and slept, staying in his straightjacket. He didn't feel like going back into the chains. At least now he could itch, or scratch his itch. And if they didn't make him listen to any teeny-bopper music, or put up a crucifix, he would be fine, he might survive.
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A/N: Uh. I'm not sure that all of you know what South Park is. It's a comedy cartoon (non- anime) about these kids who are in like fourth grade, and strange things are always happening to them. Like a giant Barbara Streisand (Sp-?) monster thing, and Jesus actually living in their time(which is now) and getting the crap kicked out of him by Santa (I believe.) and Satan. Heheh. It is seriously one of the funniest things in the entire world. "God Dammit! You killed Kenny!" "You bastard!" Kenny dies in every episode! LOL!!