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(A/N) I don't like how the last chapter turned out. I got bored. Uncaring. Which was stupid, because I always end up caring, and kicking myself for when I don't. *sighs* Oh well. I promise this one will be better. Ish.
!!WARNINGS!! Major God/ Christian bashing. Cursing, and violence. Also, I gave interpretations on God from my opinions about Him, from Farfie's POV because I think they work. And I didn't know what else to put, how else to convey his feelings. Please don't review about my views on the churches or the bible- I have read it twice- because I really don't care for either one.
"..."-spoken aloud
'...'-thought
/.../-telepathic conversations! That's right, Schu's here! ~~~~~
He slowly gathered his wits, remembering and reliving the day before while waking up. Looking around his prison, he saw no guard. 'Not following orders?' Just as he thought that while getting up of the cot and walking around, the door opened and Balinese came in. "Yo." The blonde greeted, smiling a bit when Farfarello nodded in return. 'I must be kept under camera. But where the hell are they?' He looked around, while absentmindedly working to get the straightjacket off. "Hey, what are you doing?" The kitten was pulling the string stuff from his watch.
"Stretching. I'm not gonna-" And he promptly fell to his knees, clutching his head as a voice screamed inside of it /Farfarello!! Where are you? Are you ok? ANSWER ME!!!/ Schuldig. /Stop yelling!/ That stupid red-head. /Hey! I heard that!!/ Farfarello sighed. /I don't know where I am. But one of the kittens is right here, see if you can tell from him./ Only then did he notice that the kitten was yelling out the door, something about him falling and clutching his head as if in pain. /Are you ok though?/ He was very surprised to hear actual concern in the German's telepathic voice. /Yeah, but you yelling in my head caught me off guard. They think I'm having a severe headache or something./ He got up and laid down on the cot again, shrugging off the jacket as he did so.
/Farf, uh, I can't see into their minds. I don't know why. There's some sort of haze- like a fog around them. It's around you too, but since we have a link I was able to get to you./ That was a new one. He knew distances distorted the telepathic's powers, but he didn't think they had gone that far. He relayed his memories of being groggily put into a car and driving somewhere, he had passed out. He also gave him the memory of what happened yesterday in his cell. Looking at his chest disappointedly, he noticed that the darts fell out. /Idiot. You would have gotten an infection, and they probably wouldn't have done anything about it. They'd probably let you die, then what would I do?/
This again. Why was the German always trying to get him in the sack? /Because, oh nevermind. I'll tell you when I next see you. Right know, Nagi's searching for their car, and also the last place they were seen on the net. I'll go visit the kitty house, and Crawford's pulling his hair out about this. It's kind of funny/ -/IT IS NOT! YOU JUST FIND HIM AND THEM WE'LL GET HIM BACK!/ He nearly fell off the cot when Crawford suddenly yelled into his mind. /Ouch./ He sent, and smiled when Schu laughed. Crawford didn't answer. /Hey guys, it really is nice to talk to you, but they're surrounding me. I think they're gonna test to see if I really can't feel pain./ They certainly had enough weapons /Ok. But be careful, and I'll be in touch./ Schuldig left his mind. It felt sort of empty now that he was gone.
"He's not answering us. What's going on?" Someone was asking, and he could feel they're hands hovering over him, wanting to touch but not knowing the consequences. "I wasn't answering because I couldn't hear you." He had been concentrating on Schu's voice so much he hadn't heard their questions. "And why couldn't you hear us?" Abyssinian. Fuck, he hated that guy. "I don't think you want to know what its like to be insane." He was not going to tell them that a German telepath and an American oracle both screamed in his head in less than five minutes. Blame it on his insanity. "Most insane people think that they are the sane ones." He knew they would eventually pull this.
"I'm not sane by any of your standards. I have been to five institutions, all saying that I have serious mental defects involving God, sadism and masochism." He stretched his arms, enjoying the reaction to his elbows cracking. He knew that wasn't normal. A voice he couldn't place asked "Why God?" He smiled, showing pointy, filed teeth.
"Do most people believe in God? They are mislead. I know I am not sane. I must hurt God, and being insane helps. He killed his son. He isn't the kind God all you think you know and blindly love." If he started talking about his beliefs on God maybe they would leave. He felt like he was back in one of the institutions. "He let his son be killed so we could go to heaven!" Ah. A Christian. "Would a truly caring God give up his son for you? Or me? Why not just let all into heaven? Why would a caring and merciful God condone wars? Crusades? Why would he let innocents die? In the bible it said Jesus never sinned." He said, liking the silence it got. He sat up, and maneuvered until he was sitting Indian style on the narrow cot. He ignored the guns and knifes and other various weapons pointing at him.
The man who had spoken was obviously just here for security, and would probably be fired for speaking out. Oops. "We should not question God, because He is divine, and we can not interpret what He will do and for what reasons!" Oh great. He could feel Schuldig moving in the back of his head, obviously enjoying the show. How did he miss the telepath's return? Or had he never left? No matter.
"Ah. This is like in Genesis. Adam and Eve ate the fruit that would give them wisdom, and they began to question God. God knows all; He is omniscient; that is basically what you're saying. So one could interpret that God knew it would happen, so he meant for us to question him. And he meant for the Lucifer to fall, and he meant for humanity to fall and be drown. Another cruel and torturous memory given to us from the bible. Face it. God isn't the merciful kind patriarch he is made out to be in most religions. He is the kind who kills without feelings of regret; although as an assassin I have no room to talk about regret for killing, as do none of Weiss or the rest of Schwarz. But he is the kind of god who wouldn't care whether he fucked his wife, concubines, or," He looked at Bombay "His family." That earned him seven darts in his chest and arms, one in his stomach. As he pulled them out indifferently and as he tossed them to the side he continued "He is not a fatherly figure to be looked upon for guidance. Or maybe he doesn't exist." He carefully kept one dart, shoving it in his pant leg. He might need a weapon, and even a dart was better than nothing.
His speech made them think. The ones he supposed were doctors were watching him closely, his reactions to the darts. They didn't notice him keeping one though. He didn't give one. Siberian said "Then why do you kill? If you're so sketchy on God- Why do you kill to spite him?" Farfarello looked at him as if he were beneath him. /Which, of course you believe./ Schuldig again. /Of course./ He did agree. These peons weren't worth his time, unless they helped him hurt God. "I don't only kill to spite God. If he exists, I hurt him. If he doesn't, I like to kill. And don't tell me you never feel the rush of adrenaline as your blades draw the blood that flows down your arms, covering them like skin, as you hear your victim breathing his last breath, whispering softly across your face like a zephyr... But he exists. He was there when I turned from his faithful servant to his enemy." The assassins were looking away. /Heh. You speak very romantically about killing and death./ He wondered why the telepath sounded wistful. /Do you?/ Yes. He did. Sort of. He shifted uncomfortably, not liking how the telepath sounded.
"Farfarello, this is what will happen. You will stay here until we have all the information we need. You will be treated like a guest, one with, ah, privileges. You will be answering all our questions, and you will do what we say." No. He wouldn't. /Damn straight./ Schu sent. He snickered. /Not exactly. Gay sex hurts God./ He heard Schuldig laugh softly, sadly. He sighed. He then laid down pretending to sleep. He was glad when they left, he needed to think about why the telepath was raising feelings he hadn't felt since he was Jei. /Because I love you./ Schuldig left, and he was positive his mind was empty without him. Well fuck.
"Farfarello, I will be back with you food soon. And I will bring you a bedpan too since you aren't allowed to leave this room." He heard a voice say, and he saw Siberian leaning against the doorway, with Bombay leaning his head against his shoulder. "What's so special about this room?" He asked, not really caring. "Your psychic friend can't get in our heads in this room because of the electric currents in this building." /Right. Let them think whatever they want, Farf./ He was actually glad Schu was back. He fell asleep, his mind connected with the German's. In another part of the country, Schu looked around the insane Irishman's mind and smiled. He already had a place here, the Irishman just wasn't aware of it yet. Curling his body around a pillow, he fell asleep, his mind still connected to Farfarello's.
~~~~~ A/N: Oh, yeah, it's gonna be yaoi from now on. Farf-kun and Schu-kun! They are so totally glompable together! Woo! They are so my favorite pairing.
(A/N) I don't like how the last chapter turned out. I got bored. Uncaring. Which was stupid, because I always end up caring, and kicking myself for when I don't. *sighs* Oh well. I promise this one will be better. Ish.
!!WARNINGS!! Major God/ Christian bashing. Cursing, and violence. Also, I gave interpretations on God from my opinions about Him, from Farfie's POV because I think they work. And I didn't know what else to put, how else to convey his feelings. Please don't review about my views on the churches or the bible- I have read it twice- because I really don't care for either one.
"..."-spoken aloud
'...'-thought
/.../-telepathic conversations! That's right, Schu's here! ~~~~~
He slowly gathered his wits, remembering and reliving the day before while waking up. Looking around his prison, he saw no guard. 'Not following orders?' Just as he thought that while getting up of the cot and walking around, the door opened and Balinese came in. "Yo." The blonde greeted, smiling a bit when Farfarello nodded in return. 'I must be kept under camera. But where the hell are they?' He looked around, while absentmindedly working to get the straightjacket off. "Hey, what are you doing?" The kitten was pulling the string stuff from his watch.
"Stretching. I'm not gonna-" And he promptly fell to his knees, clutching his head as a voice screamed inside of it /Farfarello!! Where are you? Are you ok? ANSWER ME!!!/ Schuldig. /Stop yelling!/ That stupid red-head. /Hey! I heard that!!/ Farfarello sighed. /I don't know where I am. But one of the kittens is right here, see if you can tell from him./ Only then did he notice that the kitten was yelling out the door, something about him falling and clutching his head as if in pain. /Are you ok though?/ He was very surprised to hear actual concern in the German's telepathic voice. /Yeah, but you yelling in my head caught me off guard. They think I'm having a severe headache or something./ He got up and laid down on the cot again, shrugging off the jacket as he did so.
/Farf, uh, I can't see into their minds. I don't know why. There's some sort of haze- like a fog around them. It's around you too, but since we have a link I was able to get to you./ That was a new one. He knew distances distorted the telepathic's powers, but he didn't think they had gone that far. He relayed his memories of being groggily put into a car and driving somewhere, he had passed out. He also gave him the memory of what happened yesterday in his cell. Looking at his chest disappointedly, he noticed that the darts fell out. /Idiot. You would have gotten an infection, and they probably wouldn't have done anything about it. They'd probably let you die, then what would I do?/
This again. Why was the German always trying to get him in the sack? /Because, oh nevermind. I'll tell you when I next see you. Right know, Nagi's searching for their car, and also the last place they were seen on the net. I'll go visit the kitty house, and Crawford's pulling his hair out about this. It's kind of funny/ -/IT IS NOT! YOU JUST FIND HIM AND THEM WE'LL GET HIM BACK!/ He nearly fell off the cot when Crawford suddenly yelled into his mind. /Ouch./ He sent, and smiled when Schu laughed. Crawford didn't answer. /Hey guys, it really is nice to talk to you, but they're surrounding me. I think they're gonna test to see if I really can't feel pain./ They certainly had enough weapons /Ok. But be careful, and I'll be in touch./ Schuldig left his mind. It felt sort of empty now that he was gone.
"He's not answering us. What's going on?" Someone was asking, and he could feel they're hands hovering over him, wanting to touch but not knowing the consequences. "I wasn't answering because I couldn't hear you." He had been concentrating on Schu's voice so much he hadn't heard their questions. "And why couldn't you hear us?" Abyssinian. Fuck, he hated that guy. "I don't think you want to know what its like to be insane." He was not going to tell them that a German telepath and an American oracle both screamed in his head in less than five minutes. Blame it on his insanity. "Most insane people think that they are the sane ones." He knew they would eventually pull this.
"I'm not sane by any of your standards. I have been to five institutions, all saying that I have serious mental defects involving God, sadism and masochism." He stretched his arms, enjoying the reaction to his elbows cracking. He knew that wasn't normal. A voice he couldn't place asked "Why God?" He smiled, showing pointy, filed teeth.
"Do most people believe in God? They are mislead. I know I am not sane. I must hurt God, and being insane helps. He killed his son. He isn't the kind God all you think you know and blindly love." If he started talking about his beliefs on God maybe they would leave. He felt like he was back in one of the institutions. "He let his son be killed so we could go to heaven!" Ah. A Christian. "Would a truly caring God give up his son for you? Or me? Why not just let all into heaven? Why would a caring and merciful God condone wars? Crusades? Why would he let innocents die? In the bible it said Jesus never sinned." He said, liking the silence it got. He sat up, and maneuvered until he was sitting Indian style on the narrow cot. He ignored the guns and knifes and other various weapons pointing at him.
The man who had spoken was obviously just here for security, and would probably be fired for speaking out. Oops. "We should not question God, because He is divine, and we can not interpret what He will do and for what reasons!" Oh great. He could feel Schuldig moving in the back of his head, obviously enjoying the show. How did he miss the telepath's return? Or had he never left? No matter.
"Ah. This is like in Genesis. Adam and Eve ate the fruit that would give them wisdom, and they began to question God. God knows all; He is omniscient; that is basically what you're saying. So one could interpret that God knew it would happen, so he meant for us to question him. And he meant for the Lucifer to fall, and he meant for humanity to fall and be drown. Another cruel and torturous memory given to us from the bible. Face it. God isn't the merciful kind patriarch he is made out to be in most religions. He is the kind who kills without feelings of regret; although as an assassin I have no room to talk about regret for killing, as do none of Weiss or the rest of Schwarz. But he is the kind of god who wouldn't care whether he fucked his wife, concubines, or," He looked at Bombay "His family." That earned him seven darts in his chest and arms, one in his stomach. As he pulled them out indifferently and as he tossed them to the side he continued "He is not a fatherly figure to be looked upon for guidance. Or maybe he doesn't exist." He carefully kept one dart, shoving it in his pant leg. He might need a weapon, and even a dart was better than nothing.
His speech made them think. The ones he supposed were doctors were watching him closely, his reactions to the darts. They didn't notice him keeping one though. He didn't give one. Siberian said "Then why do you kill? If you're so sketchy on God- Why do you kill to spite him?" Farfarello looked at him as if he were beneath him. /Which, of course you believe./ Schuldig again. /Of course./ He did agree. These peons weren't worth his time, unless they helped him hurt God. "I don't only kill to spite God. If he exists, I hurt him. If he doesn't, I like to kill. And don't tell me you never feel the rush of adrenaline as your blades draw the blood that flows down your arms, covering them like skin, as you hear your victim breathing his last breath, whispering softly across your face like a zephyr... But he exists. He was there when I turned from his faithful servant to his enemy." The assassins were looking away. /Heh. You speak very romantically about killing and death./ He wondered why the telepath sounded wistful. /Do you?/ Yes. He did. Sort of. He shifted uncomfortably, not liking how the telepath sounded.
"Farfarello, this is what will happen. You will stay here until we have all the information we need. You will be treated like a guest, one with, ah, privileges. You will be answering all our questions, and you will do what we say." No. He wouldn't. /Damn straight./ Schu sent. He snickered. /Not exactly. Gay sex hurts God./ He heard Schuldig laugh softly, sadly. He sighed. He then laid down pretending to sleep. He was glad when they left, he needed to think about why the telepath was raising feelings he hadn't felt since he was Jei. /Because I love you./ Schuldig left, and he was positive his mind was empty without him. Well fuck.
"Farfarello, I will be back with you food soon. And I will bring you a bedpan too since you aren't allowed to leave this room." He heard a voice say, and he saw Siberian leaning against the doorway, with Bombay leaning his head against his shoulder. "What's so special about this room?" He asked, not really caring. "Your psychic friend can't get in our heads in this room because of the electric currents in this building." /Right. Let them think whatever they want, Farf./ He was actually glad Schu was back. He fell asleep, his mind connected with the German's. In another part of the country, Schu looked around the insane Irishman's mind and smiled. He already had a place here, the Irishman just wasn't aware of it yet. Curling his body around a pillow, he fell asleep, his mind still connected to Farfarello's.
~~~~~ A/N: Oh, yeah, it's gonna be yaoi from now on. Farf-kun and Schu-kun! They are so totally glompable together! Woo! They are so my favorite pairing.