Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz. It hurts to say that.
A/N: If torture and squikishness aren't your things, don't read this. Blood's gonna spew!! ^__# Be warned. Oh, and more Farf/Schu. Well mostly Farf/confusion/Schu. But eventual Farf/Schu! Eh. Ok! Got it all! On w/ the fic!
"..."- Spoken aloud
'...'-Thought
/.../-Telepathic speech
~~~~~A few days later...
He was on a bed, straddling a certain German telepath, nuzzling his face in the crook of the red-head's neck. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this..." Schuldig moaned, squirming as the psychopath nibbled the skin in front of him. "I know." He wasn't one for talking during sex. Wait... sex? With his German?
He woke up in a flurry of sweat soaked limbs and a sheet the doctors threw on him before they left. /Schu?/ He heard snoring in his head, also the sound of mumbling. /Schu, are you there?/ Yes, he was undeniably there. His mind was still linked to the telepath's, and they had been sharing dreams. He must have fallen asleep looking though the telepaths eyes, longing for some familiar surroundings. The doctors had a notepad full of answers from Schu instead of ones from himself. They had been making it a habit of coming to his cell and interrogating him, on everything from God and his views, to music and his hate for anything pink. One of the female doctors wiped away her magenta lipstick after he said that.
He thought about the dream. Gay sex hurt God. Was he the one having it, or was it his telepath? Wait, his? When did he start calling the telepath his? He sighed and buried his face in his hands as the steel cell door opened. "You woke up late today." Balinese. At least he was capable of conversation, sort of. Yesterday Abyssinian was all but ripping him apart when he asked where he was. Touchy, him. "Hn." The other assassin smiled. "And you looked like you were having some racy dreams. About who, I wonder?" He sighed. "That's none of your business." His head felt tight and fuzzy. "Yours truly." Balinese concluded, and he didn't let him think any different.
/Farf?/ Schuldig was awake. /Schu, you gotta try again. I can't stand being here. I need to kill, I need y-/ "Hey, HEY, are you listening?" Balinese was boring. Of course he wasn't listening. "As I was saying, today you are scheduled to have a few tests done on you." /Tests?/ Schuldig sounded odd. /Farf, I'll try. I don't like the way Yohji said tests. Be careful./ He could feel Schu moving to the front of his head in an effort to invade the other assassins' mind. Yohji? Hmmm... "So, Yohji, when are the tests?" The blonde looked up, obviously shocked that the snowy-haired psychopath knew his name. He sat up to better taunt the kitten. "How did you know..." He could hear Schu laughing softly. /His last name is Kodou and he's somewhat of a playboy. Have fun, liebe./ He wondered what that meant. Was it an endearment? He almost hoped so. They both had agreed, without words, to not say anything about Schu's confession.
Over the past few days he and the telepath had grown closer, they had always been close. The telepath would talk/complain to him, and he would tell Schu what he thought, about anything. They talked about whatever, and always sided with each other when Crawford was being an ass. Not that it mattered, he always got his way. Usually it was about what kind of order-in food they wanted, then which restaurant. Or whether killing people was wrong if you weren't getting paid; meaning Farfarello killed some clergy- men, and Crawford wanted to punish him, and both he and Schu argued, and then Crawford made Schu hang him up. Wait... was Schu an endearment? Yohji was yelling at him.
"Fuck, do you live in your head? How did you know my name?" The kitten was getting edgy. He grinned. "You would be the one talking when you live with your dick, Kodou." He smiled even wider, baring his teeth when the blonde man nearly fell off the chair he was sitting in. He wondered how Schu was doing. /Not good, liebe. I can only get phrases. Ask him where you are, that might get him to think about it./ He caught himself nodding. "So... where am I?" He almost laughed when Yohji sighed. He had been asking that question at the most inconvenient times, hoping to get an answer. It almost worked once. But that was with Siberian.
/Ken Hikada, Farf. Freak 'em out by knowing their names. It's fun. Yes!! I got it! Your at an abandoned warehouse, about fifty miles north of here!! We're on our way!/-/See you soon, Farfie!!/-/We'll make sure to bring you an extra weapon./ Schu must have connected to all of them, because they all answered. Nagi sounded excited. He wondered if the kid actually missed him. Crawford sounded, well, Crawford-like, but happier. The Irishman supposed he was a big investment.
"Well, well, looks like the doctors are in. Have fun, psycho." Oh great. The 'doctors' were wheeling in an old experiment table with a bunch of sharp medical paraphernalia on it. He stared at them longingly, wanting to shove them in the doctors' eyes, hearts, throats, whatever to draw blood, to kill... he was so lost in his thoughts that he let the assassins who followed the doctors behind him. They tied him up, belting him to the table. He wished he was telekinetic so he could kill all of them. 'But then where is the fun in that?' He looked at the first doctor who entered, who was also the one to first come at him with a blade. "Now Farfarello, there is no reason to struggle if you feel no pain."
"Uh, doc, don't be to harsh. Only a few tests. That's all the boss wants." Balinese said, and somehow he felt grateful. Doctors always made him uneasy. But they were going to help him hurt God. "Yes, yes, now go. This is for medical faculty only." The doctor looked at them expectantly, and after a little private conversation they left. He supposed to go up to the camera room, since none of them seemed to trust the woman who was currently holding a scalpel above his head. She would help him hurt God. He still had yet to find the cameras.
The first doctor nodded to the others and slowly cut away the very soiled clothes from him, all except the bandages. 'There goes my weapon.' First they examined the places where he had been struck with darts over the past few days, at first just probing and poking, drawing a little blood then exclaiming when it healed slowly before them. He tried as hard as he could to remember the feeling of pain, and the whispers felt like they were there, in the back of his mind, where Jei had once been. He couldn't go back to that no matter how hard he tried. Going back to that would mean going back to God.
He looked down at his chest and arms, where they were now, with their gloved hands, cutting small but deep cuts to better study his healing and pain resistance. He looked regretfully at the blood they drew, which was now puddling on the table around him. He wouldn't be able to taste any unless they cut his mouth somewhere. Cutting through the bandages, he felt them drop some sort of liquid on his stomach that made his skin seem tighter. Hydrochloric acid. He had always had a very small reaction to it, only the foremost layers of skin burning before it diluted. He had tested himself twice, after he saw what happened to the clergy members.
Even though he strove to hurt God, his death would disappoint and sadden Him. Farfarello was the one disappointed when he didn't die, and he was just now recognizing why Schu had been so pissed off at him for doing that. But mad Germans hurt God, so he did it again and Schu stayed with him for two days, until he promised he wouldn't do it again. Schu had called him a friend. /You are, liebe./ They were driving very fast toward where he was.
Looking around, he saw one doctor holding a torch. They were going to burn him. He also saw a doctor holding a notepad, writing down all his reactions to the tests, and looking very disturbed because he didn't give any, except an occasional sigh. He liked hurting God better when he could see the pain on someone else's face, when he could taste the other's blood; this was just boring. He started laughing. They were hurting God, all the pain that should be his wasn't.
He first felt the heat gathering near his ankles, toes. He couldn't raise his head enough to see, but he suspected that he was on fire. The heat was almost painful, but it was just a few steps behind that. He had burned himself too. He heard the sound of a fire extinguisher, and then he saw a needle in his line of vision. He recognized the stuff inside, some sort of nerve serum that almost all the institutions tried on him. Injecting it in him, he could feel the first tingles all around his forearm, and spread. It wasn't wholly unpleasant, but it got annoying after a while. 'Oh, this is a new one. Knives and the serum.' He thought.
/Serum?? And knives?? What else have they done to you?/ He smiled, almost feeling Schuldig and the others cringe as he related his encounters to them. He felt Schu moving in his head, feeling the tingle but no pain. /Ooh, shock treatment next./ He sent, and smiled even wider as Schu sent him pictures of their blanching expressions. /Ok, you guys get me outta here soon. I'm getting terribly bored./ He knew what was coming next. They were going to shock the hell out of him, and then they would probably move to deeper cuts. That was always the most dangerous one, he had almost died a few times from the slashes he received, from himself or the doctors. Schu was always there though. He was only now realizing that he relied on the German more than anyone else in his entire life. And the only time the German relied on him was when that bastard Takatori beat them with a golf club. /No Farf, it has always worked both ways./ That might have been comforting if he could think that.
The shocking was dumb, he hated the way his body twitched and spasmed as the currents went through him, and he hated the way he could feel it racing through without the pain. He wanted the pain, needed and craved it, and hadn't felt it since he was Jei. He couldn't think.../Farf?/-/Schu, is he there?/- /Crawford, he's passed because they shocked him... but they are doing something to him. Can you feel it? Nagi?/ -/Yes, I feel it. They are injecting something else into him. Crawford, we better hurry./
"Good. He's passed out. Administer serum number two, and let's get out of here. The serum might not work as planned." They gave him the second serum, punching a huge needle into the side of his neck, making sure to not hit anything critical. "What will happen to him?" The one with the notepad asked. "If all goes well, he will be trapped inside his mind. If it doesn't go well, he could die. Or go completely ballistic, which is way we should be moving along..." She waited while the other doctors left, and whispered in the unconscious man's ear "It's too bad you attacked me all those years back. Now you really are stuck like this, not playing like you would. You will be like this the rest of your life."(*) She ran a maimed hand over his eye patch, before ripping it off and limping out of the room.
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A/N: DUN DUN DUN! (**) This is the longest story I have ever written. Woo! Chap. 5 will be about Schu in Farf's mind, and a bunch of sappy yaoi-ness. Whenever I get around to writing it.
(*)- Remember in chapter one, the maimed doctor and the schizophrenic? That's her!
(**)- My twin(kind of) ImmyKay read this, and when she read the end she was like "...all I can say is Dun dun dun!" And I was like that's funny! She then started bugging me to continue.
A/N: If torture and squikishness aren't your things, don't read this. Blood's gonna spew!! ^__# Be warned. Oh, and more Farf/Schu. Well mostly Farf/confusion/Schu. But eventual Farf/Schu! Eh. Ok! Got it all! On w/ the fic!
"..."- Spoken aloud
'...'-Thought
/.../-Telepathic speech
~~~~~A few days later...
He was on a bed, straddling a certain German telepath, nuzzling his face in the crook of the red-head's neck. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this..." Schuldig moaned, squirming as the psychopath nibbled the skin in front of him. "I know." He wasn't one for talking during sex. Wait... sex? With his German?
He woke up in a flurry of sweat soaked limbs and a sheet the doctors threw on him before they left. /Schu?/ He heard snoring in his head, also the sound of mumbling. /Schu, are you there?/ Yes, he was undeniably there. His mind was still linked to the telepath's, and they had been sharing dreams. He must have fallen asleep looking though the telepaths eyes, longing for some familiar surroundings. The doctors had a notepad full of answers from Schu instead of ones from himself. They had been making it a habit of coming to his cell and interrogating him, on everything from God and his views, to music and his hate for anything pink. One of the female doctors wiped away her magenta lipstick after he said that.
He thought about the dream. Gay sex hurt God. Was he the one having it, or was it his telepath? Wait, his? When did he start calling the telepath his? He sighed and buried his face in his hands as the steel cell door opened. "You woke up late today." Balinese. At least he was capable of conversation, sort of. Yesterday Abyssinian was all but ripping him apart when he asked where he was. Touchy, him. "Hn." The other assassin smiled. "And you looked like you were having some racy dreams. About who, I wonder?" He sighed. "That's none of your business." His head felt tight and fuzzy. "Yours truly." Balinese concluded, and he didn't let him think any different.
/Farf?/ Schuldig was awake. /Schu, you gotta try again. I can't stand being here. I need to kill, I need y-/ "Hey, HEY, are you listening?" Balinese was boring. Of course he wasn't listening. "As I was saying, today you are scheduled to have a few tests done on you." /Tests?/ Schuldig sounded odd. /Farf, I'll try. I don't like the way Yohji said tests. Be careful./ He could feel Schu moving to the front of his head in an effort to invade the other assassins' mind. Yohji? Hmmm... "So, Yohji, when are the tests?" The blonde looked up, obviously shocked that the snowy-haired psychopath knew his name. He sat up to better taunt the kitten. "How did you know..." He could hear Schu laughing softly. /His last name is Kodou and he's somewhat of a playboy. Have fun, liebe./ He wondered what that meant. Was it an endearment? He almost hoped so. They both had agreed, without words, to not say anything about Schu's confession.
Over the past few days he and the telepath had grown closer, they had always been close. The telepath would talk/complain to him, and he would tell Schu what he thought, about anything. They talked about whatever, and always sided with each other when Crawford was being an ass. Not that it mattered, he always got his way. Usually it was about what kind of order-in food they wanted, then which restaurant. Or whether killing people was wrong if you weren't getting paid; meaning Farfarello killed some clergy- men, and Crawford wanted to punish him, and both he and Schu argued, and then Crawford made Schu hang him up. Wait... was Schu an endearment? Yohji was yelling at him.
"Fuck, do you live in your head? How did you know my name?" The kitten was getting edgy. He grinned. "You would be the one talking when you live with your dick, Kodou." He smiled even wider, baring his teeth when the blonde man nearly fell off the chair he was sitting in. He wondered how Schu was doing. /Not good, liebe. I can only get phrases. Ask him where you are, that might get him to think about it./ He caught himself nodding. "So... where am I?" He almost laughed when Yohji sighed. He had been asking that question at the most inconvenient times, hoping to get an answer. It almost worked once. But that was with Siberian.
/Ken Hikada, Farf. Freak 'em out by knowing their names. It's fun. Yes!! I got it! Your at an abandoned warehouse, about fifty miles north of here!! We're on our way!/-/See you soon, Farfie!!/-/We'll make sure to bring you an extra weapon./ Schu must have connected to all of them, because they all answered. Nagi sounded excited. He wondered if the kid actually missed him. Crawford sounded, well, Crawford-like, but happier. The Irishman supposed he was a big investment.
"Well, well, looks like the doctors are in. Have fun, psycho." Oh great. The 'doctors' were wheeling in an old experiment table with a bunch of sharp medical paraphernalia on it. He stared at them longingly, wanting to shove them in the doctors' eyes, hearts, throats, whatever to draw blood, to kill... he was so lost in his thoughts that he let the assassins who followed the doctors behind him. They tied him up, belting him to the table. He wished he was telekinetic so he could kill all of them. 'But then where is the fun in that?' He looked at the first doctor who entered, who was also the one to first come at him with a blade. "Now Farfarello, there is no reason to struggle if you feel no pain."
"Uh, doc, don't be to harsh. Only a few tests. That's all the boss wants." Balinese said, and somehow he felt grateful. Doctors always made him uneasy. But they were going to help him hurt God. "Yes, yes, now go. This is for medical faculty only." The doctor looked at them expectantly, and after a little private conversation they left. He supposed to go up to the camera room, since none of them seemed to trust the woman who was currently holding a scalpel above his head. She would help him hurt God. He still had yet to find the cameras.
The first doctor nodded to the others and slowly cut away the very soiled clothes from him, all except the bandages. 'There goes my weapon.' First they examined the places where he had been struck with darts over the past few days, at first just probing and poking, drawing a little blood then exclaiming when it healed slowly before them. He tried as hard as he could to remember the feeling of pain, and the whispers felt like they were there, in the back of his mind, where Jei had once been. He couldn't go back to that no matter how hard he tried. Going back to that would mean going back to God.
He looked down at his chest and arms, where they were now, with their gloved hands, cutting small but deep cuts to better study his healing and pain resistance. He looked regretfully at the blood they drew, which was now puddling on the table around him. He wouldn't be able to taste any unless they cut his mouth somewhere. Cutting through the bandages, he felt them drop some sort of liquid on his stomach that made his skin seem tighter. Hydrochloric acid. He had always had a very small reaction to it, only the foremost layers of skin burning before it diluted. He had tested himself twice, after he saw what happened to the clergy members.
Even though he strove to hurt God, his death would disappoint and sadden Him. Farfarello was the one disappointed when he didn't die, and he was just now recognizing why Schu had been so pissed off at him for doing that. But mad Germans hurt God, so he did it again and Schu stayed with him for two days, until he promised he wouldn't do it again. Schu had called him a friend. /You are, liebe./ They were driving very fast toward where he was.
Looking around, he saw one doctor holding a torch. They were going to burn him. He also saw a doctor holding a notepad, writing down all his reactions to the tests, and looking very disturbed because he didn't give any, except an occasional sigh. He liked hurting God better when he could see the pain on someone else's face, when he could taste the other's blood; this was just boring. He started laughing. They were hurting God, all the pain that should be his wasn't.
He first felt the heat gathering near his ankles, toes. He couldn't raise his head enough to see, but he suspected that he was on fire. The heat was almost painful, but it was just a few steps behind that. He had burned himself too. He heard the sound of a fire extinguisher, and then he saw a needle in his line of vision. He recognized the stuff inside, some sort of nerve serum that almost all the institutions tried on him. Injecting it in him, he could feel the first tingles all around his forearm, and spread. It wasn't wholly unpleasant, but it got annoying after a while. 'Oh, this is a new one. Knives and the serum.' He thought.
/Serum?? And knives?? What else have they done to you?/ He smiled, almost feeling Schuldig and the others cringe as he related his encounters to them. He felt Schu moving in his head, feeling the tingle but no pain. /Ooh, shock treatment next./ He sent, and smiled even wider as Schu sent him pictures of their blanching expressions. /Ok, you guys get me outta here soon. I'm getting terribly bored./ He knew what was coming next. They were going to shock the hell out of him, and then they would probably move to deeper cuts. That was always the most dangerous one, he had almost died a few times from the slashes he received, from himself or the doctors. Schu was always there though. He was only now realizing that he relied on the German more than anyone else in his entire life. And the only time the German relied on him was when that bastard Takatori beat them with a golf club. /No Farf, it has always worked both ways./ That might have been comforting if he could think that.
The shocking was dumb, he hated the way his body twitched and spasmed as the currents went through him, and he hated the way he could feel it racing through without the pain. He wanted the pain, needed and craved it, and hadn't felt it since he was Jei. He couldn't think.../Farf?/-/Schu, is he there?/- /Crawford, he's passed because they shocked him... but they are doing something to him. Can you feel it? Nagi?/ -/Yes, I feel it. They are injecting something else into him. Crawford, we better hurry./
"Good. He's passed out. Administer serum number two, and let's get out of here. The serum might not work as planned." They gave him the second serum, punching a huge needle into the side of his neck, making sure to not hit anything critical. "What will happen to him?" The one with the notepad asked. "If all goes well, he will be trapped inside his mind. If it doesn't go well, he could die. Or go completely ballistic, which is way we should be moving along..." She waited while the other doctors left, and whispered in the unconscious man's ear "It's too bad you attacked me all those years back. Now you really are stuck like this, not playing like you would. You will be like this the rest of your life."(*) She ran a maimed hand over his eye patch, before ripping it off and limping out of the room.
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A/N: DUN DUN DUN! (**) This is the longest story I have ever written. Woo! Chap. 5 will be about Schu in Farf's mind, and a bunch of sappy yaoi-ness. Whenever I get around to writing it.
(*)- Remember in chapter one, the maimed doctor and the schizophrenic? That's her!
(**)- My twin(kind of) ImmyKay read this, and when she read the end she was like "...all I can say is Dun dun dun!" And I was like that's funny! She then started bugging me to continue.