Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz.
A/N: This chapter is about Farfarello and his "demons" in his head. *cackles* This is so much fun to write!! Oh, and there is a special note to all the readers of this fic at the end. Thank you to all those who reviewed!!
~~~~~Pretty song...(This is what I imagine playing as Farf walks though his mind)
If it stayed I'd never leave it-- If that turned around I'd grieve the special dirty things that we used to talk about-- I mean that loving you is strange and adored by me throughout-- Oh no it's you again-- Someday soon you'll find that someone waiting for the chance to beat you -- Drooling on the set to feel you -- Blessing you with every kiss --
~~Tying yourself to me stitch up my emptiness 'cause you're the death of me- - So precious, loving the thrill~~
Such the patient one who needs me-- The spoiled one who wins -- So shocking where's your sense-- Don't you know I hate you so -- Unsatisfied you little girl--
~~Tying yourself to me stitch up my emptiness 'cause you're the death of me So precious, loving the thrill~~
Rolling dice and seeming queer-- Bastard love a sick affair -- Let's see what new disease you'll fetch-- I mean that fucking you is strange and adored by me throughout-- Oh no it's you again blessing you with every kiss -- So precious you know this hate of mine exploded -- I'm so deranged you know I will never be the same--
~~Tying yourself to me stitch up my emptiness 'cause you're the death of me So precious, loving the thrill~~
~***~Orgy, "Stitches" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Red, black, whispers of grey, nothing. And everything. Farfarello had been wandering for what seemed like an eternity, remembering and reliving the happiest and saddest times in his life. They were the only ones he kept with him over his life, the ones that kept him going. The sad ones were mostly about his lying family, and his lying mother. He continued wandering, searching for his happier memories. He found them in a dark cavern of his mind, warm and dry like embracing an old friend, or lover.
It was comforting. He watched them over and over, smiling when he saw his first victim as Farfarello bleeding dry all over again, as he and Schu got home after a late night killing spree, himself high on his sated bloodlust and Schu high on the minds and various substances he had taken part in.(yes, drugs and alcohol) He was laughing his ass off when he remembered how Nagi reacted when Schu accidentally killed his favorite laptop, remembering how the telekinetic had made almost all the objects in the house chase the German, and how only Crawford telling Nagi that he would get him a state-of-the-art brand-new one would persuade the telekinetic to stop enhancing to objects. Schu still had bruises, enough to play connect the dots, even though he wouldn't let him try. Farfarello had wanted to play with a knife.
Then he got depressed, and began to wander around again, think about how he would never see the friends he had, and thinking about how he would never kill, and about a certain telepath... He pushed him out of his mind. He saw a corridor of his mind he kept shrouded in darkness, making it almost foreboding. It also emanated the German's presence. And he knew then and there that he loved Schuldig. Why else had he kept this here, this little place the German made? Even his subconscious mind could get rid of this. Walking into the cavern, he was assaulted with warmth, love, and promises of happiness that only one assassin could keep, the promises of killings and blood, centered around the deranged sexuality of death and love. The promises of soft kisses and heated embraces, of love. 'Love...' He sat down in the corner of the space he devoted to the German, and wept, two lines of tears running streaks that shone eerily in the bleak light. He went over all the memories of the German, from when they first met in the asylum he was currently in, to the last time he heard his voice -/No Farf, it has always worked both ways./- Memories... They were all he had left.
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A/N: Ok. If you want me to write anymore, you need to review. And even then I might not be able to because I leave the country in two day. I will write more when I get back, the second of August. Seriously, I love Farfie too much to leave him like this! So sad... Schu will save him!! ^_# And then they will have hot man sex!!
A/N: This chapter is about Farfarello and his "demons" in his head. *cackles* This is so much fun to write!! Oh, and there is a special note to all the readers of this fic at the end. Thank you to all those who reviewed!!
~~~~~Pretty song...(This is what I imagine playing as Farf walks though his mind)
If it stayed I'd never leave it-- If that turned around I'd grieve the special dirty things that we used to talk about-- I mean that loving you is strange and adored by me throughout-- Oh no it's you again-- Someday soon you'll find that someone waiting for the chance to beat you -- Drooling on the set to feel you -- Blessing you with every kiss --
~~Tying yourself to me stitch up my emptiness 'cause you're the death of me- - So precious, loving the thrill~~
Such the patient one who needs me-- The spoiled one who wins -- So shocking where's your sense-- Don't you know I hate you so -- Unsatisfied you little girl--
~~Tying yourself to me stitch up my emptiness 'cause you're the death of me So precious, loving the thrill~~
Rolling dice and seeming queer-- Bastard love a sick affair -- Let's see what new disease you'll fetch-- I mean that fucking you is strange and adored by me throughout-- Oh no it's you again blessing you with every kiss -- So precious you know this hate of mine exploded -- I'm so deranged you know I will never be the same--
~~Tying yourself to me stitch up my emptiness 'cause you're the death of me So precious, loving the thrill~~
~***~Orgy, "Stitches" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Red, black, whispers of grey, nothing. And everything. Farfarello had been wandering for what seemed like an eternity, remembering and reliving the happiest and saddest times in his life. They were the only ones he kept with him over his life, the ones that kept him going. The sad ones were mostly about his lying family, and his lying mother. He continued wandering, searching for his happier memories. He found them in a dark cavern of his mind, warm and dry like embracing an old friend, or lover.
It was comforting. He watched them over and over, smiling when he saw his first victim as Farfarello bleeding dry all over again, as he and Schu got home after a late night killing spree, himself high on his sated bloodlust and Schu high on the minds and various substances he had taken part in.(yes, drugs and alcohol) He was laughing his ass off when he remembered how Nagi reacted when Schu accidentally killed his favorite laptop, remembering how the telekinetic had made almost all the objects in the house chase the German, and how only Crawford telling Nagi that he would get him a state-of-the-art brand-new one would persuade the telekinetic to stop enhancing to objects. Schu still had bruises, enough to play connect the dots, even though he wouldn't let him try. Farfarello had wanted to play with a knife.
Then he got depressed, and began to wander around again, think about how he would never see the friends he had, and thinking about how he would never kill, and about a certain telepath... He pushed him out of his mind. He saw a corridor of his mind he kept shrouded in darkness, making it almost foreboding. It also emanated the German's presence. And he knew then and there that he loved Schuldig. Why else had he kept this here, this little place the German made? Even his subconscious mind could get rid of this. Walking into the cavern, he was assaulted with warmth, love, and promises of happiness that only one assassin could keep, the promises of killings and blood, centered around the deranged sexuality of death and love. The promises of soft kisses and heated embraces, of love. 'Love...' He sat down in the corner of the space he devoted to the German, and wept, two lines of tears running streaks that shone eerily in the bleak light. He went over all the memories of the German, from when they first met in the asylum he was currently in, to the last time he heard his voice -/No Farf, it has always worked both ways./- Memories... They were all he had left.
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A/N: Ok. If you want me to write anymore, you need to review. And even then I might not be able to because I leave the country in two day. I will write more when I get back, the second of August. Seriously, I love Farfie too much to leave him like this! So sad... Schu will save him!! ^_# And then they will have hot man sex!!