Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz. So I don't get paid to play with
Farfie, even though that would SO be the perfect career for me. It's fun!
A/N: _#....... When I was away I had a lot of time to contemplate about things, and one of them was insanity. Let's brake down the word, shall we? In = un, meaning not; sanity = in one's correct state of mind. So essentially Farfie's not in his correct state of mind, but we all new that, right? But many people say that retarded is the same thing. So let us brake down that word also. Re = again; tard(tardy) = slow or late. So it means slow, in one's mind. Meaning he can't speak right or that he is not capable of thinking on his own. Farfarello can do both of these things, he just likes to kill, so society says he shouldn't think on his own.
SO WHY DO SO MANY PEOPLE MAKE HIM STUPID??? Many brilliant people were said to be insane, and many people also say that insanity is genius taken a step further. I'm sorry people, but I've read so many fics where he's drooling or running into walls or something. And I don't mean humorous ones, but ones that actually make him like that because they think he is, but he's not if you watch the episodes. Poor abused Farfie. Ok, I'm done ranting.
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(Schuldig's POV)
Schuldig was running down a seemingly endless corridor, searching the minds of people he now had access to. 'I have to find him.... I have to find him....' He knew he was being careless and that Nagi was yelling at him to be careful, but all that seemed so trivial when he saw what they did to his Farfarello in their minds eye, all under the orders of some doctor who seemed so much more deranged than Farfarello ever had. At least to him, but then, is a telepath ever really completely sane?
He now knew exactly who to look for seeing as the doctor was the only lady on the team who worked on Farf, and she was crippled in some way. As he turned into a room, opening the door without caution as he knew the only person inside was cowering in the back, he came across a ton of information in the person's head. He was shaking in anger and fear as he lived what the person had lived in that cell with Farfarello, cutting him open and torturing him all over again. Walking over to the man, he began his own kind of torture.
He smiled thinly as he watched the man writhe and twitch as he slowly went through his mind, not bothering to hide his presence and making it as painful as possible. 'There we go.' He found the information on where Farf wad in Alfred Retonni's mind, and it wasn't far from where he was. He relayed the information to Nagi and Crawford, and they told him all was clear as Nagi had swept the building with his powers, devastating everyone but Schwarz within fifty meters. As he exited the storage facility the cowardly Alfred had been hiding in, he saw the woman doctor, a Doris B. Paiva, laying facedown in a puddle of blood. His eyes were caught on something clutched in her hand...
'Farfarello's eye patch! That BITCH!' Schuldig ran to her side and would have tortured her to death but Nagi had already killed her. He grabbed the black leather covering, wondering how Farf looked without it, already running to the little cell his Farfie had been in for four days. Well, actually five days.
He finally got to the cell, and was very surprised to find his soon to be lover lying on an old metal table covered in a sheet from head to toe, his scarred arm hanging limply off the side bearing two worn black leather bracelets. He didn't seem to be moving, living...
For about five seconds Schuldig stood in the doorway, not daring to move closer because he knew if Farfarello really was dead he would make himself follow shortly. Then, as Nagi and Crawford pushed by him, he saw Farfarello's chest rise, barely. He ran to the table and ripped off the sheet, then hurriedly covered up the more private parts from Nagi and Crawford. Farfarello was HIS. He slowly looked toward his face, expecting to see something horribly disfiguring, but only saw a large scar stretching from the upper left part down to the right. The eyelid seemed shrunken, obviously there was no eye behind it.
"Is he alive?" Nagi's thin voice broke the silence.
"Yes... But I don't know where..." Schuldig couldn't pick up any surface thoughts from the Irishman. He delved as deep as he could while still concentrating on his body, and only found a flicker of thought... Like a memory. 'Entombment..'
He wrenched himself out of the blackness, stumbling backwards against Crawford. Panting, he pulled over a cot he saw in the corner and sat down, next to the unconscious man, and slowly explained...
"Somehow, they managed to force him deep in his own mind, and trap him there, away from his body. When I went in, all I saw was black... And I only heard a few whispers of thought. I- I think I'm going to have to search for him, completely leaving my body. And even then I might not find him... or I might not return." He was holding on to Farfarello's hand, one of the hands he had found so interesting when he had first met the insane Irishman, watching him playing with his knives, put on his gloves, he liked those gloves, they were sexy-
"I forbid it! What if you, as you say, get trapped in his mind too? I will not lose two members of Schwarz! Do you have any idea just WHAT Eszet will do to ME if I fail to bring both of you out alive? Oh no, you will not be frolicking in anyone's head today! At least he's alive! We can let headquarters deal with him!" Crawford was already making his way toward Farfarello... When the back of Schuldig's fist collided painfully with his stomach.
"Sorry Crawford, but I don't think so." Schuldig slumped forward, using Farfarello's stomach as a pillow.
He threw himself into Farfarello's mind, going deeper and deeper into the blackness until he heard the steady hum of thought that he was so used to. Carefully, he called out, "Farfie?"
He was now pretending to walk down what the Irishman had fashioned into corridors of his mind. It was like a castle, but void of any light except an eerie reddish hue coming out of what appeared to be an open doorway. He hastened his pace, guessing that was where Farfarello was.
"Ah, Schuldig, I was expecting you." He entered the doorway and saw the psychopath sitting in his chamber, looking exactly how he had looked before he had been taken by Weiss. And then he suddenly dematerialized, and Schuldig knew the meaning of pain, making everything else he had felt pale by hundreds. His image collapsed as it would in the real world, and he heard the Irishman's voice again.
"Why didn't you tell me? From what this room you created told me, I have had feelings for you for several months. You let me think that the only thing I had to live for was hurting God, when you were living for me this whole fucking time. And the past few days here, you knew I now loved you, and yet you seemed happy enough to let me continue thinking I didn't. Why?" His voice was too calm, too emotionless. Schuldig was in deep shit.
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A/N: Here is the sixth (seventh if you count the notice) installment of Captured Farfie. I think I'll change the title after it's all done. There will only be about one or two more chapters, and then maybe a follow-up. Cheers!
A/N: _#....... When I was away I had a lot of time to contemplate about things, and one of them was insanity. Let's brake down the word, shall we? In = un, meaning not; sanity = in one's correct state of mind. So essentially Farfie's not in his correct state of mind, but we all new that, right? But many people say that retarded is the same thing. So let us brake down that word also. Re = again; tard(tardy) = slow or late. So it means slow, in one's mind. Meaning he can't speak right or that he is not capable of thinking on his own. Farfarello can do both of these things, he just likes to kill, so society says he shouldn't think on his own.
SO WHY DO SO MANY PEOPLE MAKE HIM STUPID??? Many brilliant people were said to be insane, and many people also say that insanity is genius taken a step further. I'm sorry people, but I've read so many fics where he's drooling or running into walls or something. And I don't mean humorous ones, but ones that actually make him like that because they think he is, but he's not if you watch the episodes. Poor abused Farfie. Ok, I'm done ranting.
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(Schuldig's POV)
Schuldig was running down a seemingly endless corridor, searching the minds of people he now had access to. 'I have to find him.... I have to find him....' He knew he was being careless and that Nagi was yelling at him to be careful, but all that seemed so trivial when he saw what they did to his Farfarello in their minds eye, all under the orders of some doctor who seemed so much more deranged than Farfarello ever had. At least to him, but then, is a telepath ever really completely sane?
He now knew exactly who to look for seeing as the doctor was the only lady on the team who worked on Farf, and she was crippled in some way. As he turned into a room, opening the door without caution as he knew the only person inside was cowering in the back, he came across a ton of information in the person's head. He was shaking in anger and fear as he lived what the person had lived in that cell with Farfarello, cutting him open and torturing him all over again. Walking over to the man, he began his own kind of torture.
He smiled thinly as he watched the man writhe and twitch as he slowly went through his mind, not bothering to hide his presence and making it as painful as possible. 'There we go.' He found the information on where Farf wad in Alfred Retonni's mind, and it wasn't far from where he was. He relayed the information to Nagi and Crawford, and they told him all was clear as Nagi had swept the building with his powers, devastating everyone but Schwarz within fifty meters. As he exited the storage facility the cowardly Alfred had been hiding in, he saw the woman doctor, a Doris B. Paiva, laying facedown in a puddle of blood. His eyes were caught on something clutched in her hand...
'Farfarello's eye patch! That BITCH!' Schuldig ran to her side and would have tortured her to death but Nagi had already killed her. He grabbed the black leather covering, wondering how Farf looked without it, already running to the little cell his Farfie had been in for four days. Well, actually five days.
He finally got to the cell, and was very surprised to find his soon to be lover lying on an old metal table covered in a sheet from head to toe, his scarred arm hanging limply off the side bearing two worn black leather bracelets. He didn't seem to be moving, living...
For about five seconds Schuldig stood in the doorway, not daring to move closer because he knew if Farfarello really was dead he would make himself follow shortly. Then, as Nagi and Crawford pushed by him, he saw Farfarello's chest rise, barely. He ran to the table and ripped off the sheet, then hurriedly covered up the more private parts from Nagi and Crawford. Farfarello was HIS. He slowly looked toward his face, expecting to see something horribly disfiguring, but only saw a large scar stretching from the upper left part down to the right. The eyelid seemed shrunken, obviously there was no eye behind it.
"Is he alive?" Nagi's thin voice broke the silence.
"Yes... But I don't know where..." Schuldig couldn't pick up any surface thoughts from the Irishman. He delved as deep as he could while still concentrating on his body, and only found a flicker of thought... Like a memory. 'Entombment..'
He wrenched himself out of the blackness, stumbling backwards against Crawford. Panting, he pulled over a cot he saw in the corner and sat down, next to the unconscious man, and slowly explained...
"Somehow, they managed to force him deep in his own mind, and trap him there, away from his body. When I went in, all I saw was black... And I only heard a few whispers of thought. I- I think I'm going to have to search for him, completely leaving my body. And even then I might not find him... or I might not return." He was holding on to Farfarello's hand, one of the hands he had found so interesting when he had first met the insane Irishman, watching him playing with his knives, put on his gloves, he liked those gloves, they were sexy-
"I forbid it! What if you, as you say, get trapped in his mind too? I will not lose two members of Schwarz! Do you have any idea just WHAT Eszet will do to ME if I fail to bring both of you out alive? Oh no, you will not be frolicking in anyone's head today! At least he's alive! We can let headquarters deal with him!" Crawford was already making his way toward Farfarello... When the back of Schuldig's fist collided painfully with his stomach.
"Sorry Crawford, but I don't think so." Schuldig slumped forward, using Farfarello's stomach as a pillow.
He threw himself into Farfarello's mind, going deeper and deeper into the blackness until he heard the steady hum of thought that he was so used to. Carefully, he called out, "Farfie?"
He was now pretending to walk down what the Irishman had fashioned into corridors of his mind. It was like a castle, but void of any light except an eerie reddish hue coming out of what appeared to be an open doorway. He hastened his pace, guessing that was where Farfarello was.
"Ah, Schuldig, I was expecting you." He entered the doorway and saw the psychopath sitting in his chamber, looking exactly how he had looked before he had been taken by Weiss. And then he suddenly dematerialized, and Schuldig knew the meaning of pain, making everything else he had felt pale by hundreds. His image collapsed as it would in the real world, and he heard the Irishman's voice again.
"Why didn't you tell me? From what this room you created told me, I have had feelings for you for several months. You let me think that the only thing I had to live for was hurting God, when you were living for me this whole fucking time. And the past few days here, you knew I now loved you, and yet you seemed happy enough to let me continue thinking I didn't. Why?" His voice was too calm, too emotionless. Schuldig was in deep shit.
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A/N: Here is the sixth (seventh if you count the notice) installment of Captured Farfie. I think I'll change the title after it's all done. There will only be about one or two more chapters, and then maybe a follow-up. Cheers!