Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz, or its characters. But if I had any
money, I'd by Farfie!
A/N: Ok, so this is the last chapter. I want to thank everyone who actually read this! I have a lot of fictions that are collecting dust on my hard drive, and I am going to make an effort to finish those before I start the follow-up. The content of the sexual scene and Farfie's killing spree was scaled down to be rated R, but if you want the NC-17 version, e-mail or IM me or tell me in the review. This version isn't the best, I'm not exactly sure what "R" is, so I'm being very careful. The NC-17 version is much better.
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Farfarello's POV
Farfarello tucked Schuldig into his bed and walked out into the kitchen, where the conversation between Nagi and Crawford stopped immediately. He walked over to the coffee maker, grabbing a cup along the way. While pouring a cup of coffee, he heard Nagi speak.
"I'll just get the water for your shower running." Nagi was out of the door before Farfarello's voice stopped him.
"I can do it by myself. Afterwards, I want some time... out by myself." He finished his coffee, and walked down the hallway to the bathroom, where he shed the shirt and boxers he had put on as soon as he got home. He adjusted the water to warm and stepped under the spray, washing away the blood caked onto his hair and skin.
He vaguely wondered where his eye patch was, but decided he didn't care as much right now as he cared for getting his hair clean. He reached for the vanilla-smelling shampoo, noting none had been used since the last time he used it. Lathering up, he thought about what happened while he had been trapped in his mind. Schuldig had come to rescue him, and confessed his love for him. As he had for the German.
Rinsing out his hair, he scrubbed himself thoroughly with a rough cloth, until he was sure he had gotten all his blood off of him. He didn't mind others' blood on him, but his own wasn't the same anymore. He almost hated the fact that the German affected him so much, but it was comforting to have something to live for now. Besides hurting God. But while his relationship with Schuldig hurt God too, it wasn't the main purpose for the relationship.
Reaching for the vanilla-smelling conditioner, he thought about what he was going to do after the shower. He had told Nagi and Crawford he was going out, and since they hadn't objected he was still going. Fuck, he was still going even if they weren't willing to let him. He had five days of blood- letting and maiming to catch up on. He smiled predatorily and began to wash the conditioner out of his hair.
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He walked out of the bathroom with nothing but a small towel hanging precariously on his hips, not caring about the stares he got from Crawford and Nagi. Walking into his upstairs bedroom, he rummaged through his drawers, deciding on a black tank-top, his vest that had the knife sheaths fitted on the inside of it, and his black bondage pants.
He pulled on his customary gloves and some black socks before his army boots. It was about 7 in the evening now and he knew from memory that some of the churches had a daily mass at this time, while some had a daily service where people could come and pray for their lost ones, which was overseen by a priest and some nuns. He had forgotten the name of such a service, but he knew at least where to find them. St. Stephen Protomartyr, a church right down the street.
He walked quickly to Schuldig's room, ignoring both the stares from his two other teammates and the sign on the door that read "Schuldig's room! Do not enter! I'll kill you!"
He walked over to the bed, and seeing that Schuldig was still asleep, he leant down and kissed the telepath on the cheek. Grabbing a scrap of paper and a pen, he wrote "I went out to pay my good wishes to some acquaintances. I'll be back soon. Farfarello." He set the note in Schuldig's hand, making a fist. Looking up at the doorway, he saw Crawford there, looking at him with an odd expression.
He got up and walked out the door, calling back "Don't let him come after me if he tries." He walked quickly toward the front door, five days worth of anticipation making him want to run, but Crawford's voice stopped him.
"You think that he will try and come after you?" Crawford asked.
"You're the pre-cog." Farfarello walked out the door and into the night.
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"Do you think God will save you? Does his offer of eternal salvation extend to the Mothers of Lies?" Farfarello asked, pressing the blade of his knife to the nun's throat. She looked like Ruth, but skinnier with blondish hair. Scattered behind him were several bodies, either gutted with their entrails lying beside them or their throats slashed. He was covered in blood, and he was shaking with glee and rage. Glee that he was killing, and rage at the woman for her shallow whimper of an answer.
"No, wrong answer." He slit her throat, licking the blade clean. He looked around. No more people here. He had killed seven or eight people, and that was plenty. He walked over to the pool of Holy Water, where baptismal services were held, and rather ceremoniously cleaned off his arms and face. The blood only showed up as wet spots on his black attire. After he finished, he started to walk back to his home.
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When he got home, all the lights were off. He opened the door, then turned around and locked it. As soon as he turned back around, a certain red- haired German telepath crushed his lips into a hungry kiss, and wrapped his arms around Farfarello's neck. Farfarello lifted Schuldig up, pressing him against the wall while placing small feathery kisses along his jaw line. When he got to Schuldig's pulse, he stilled. Schuldig brought up his hands to bury them in his lover's silvery hair, tugging gently while he bit down on his neck.
"Please, Farfie..." Schuldig pleaded, thrusting forwards, rubbing his hardness into Farfarello's stomach. The hands on his ass clenched while the mouth on his neck came up, looking for a kiss. While they were kissing, Farfarello walked blindly toward his room, unceremoniously dumping Schuldig on his bed.
"Please? Farfie, I want you...." Schuldig pleaded again, and clothes flew everywhere. Soon they were a tangle of limbs interlocked as one, connected in mind. After they both finished, they cuddled up next to each other, murmuring good-nights and soft I-love-yous.
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I hope that's R. Oh, well, that's the end! Whoosh! Please review and if you want the NC-17 version let me know!
A/N: Ok, so this is the last chapter. I want to thank everyone who actually read this! I have a lot of fictions that are collecting dust on my hard drive, and I am going to make an effort to finish those before I start the follow-up. The content of the sexual scene and Farfie's killing spree was scaled down to be rated R, but if you want the NC-17 version, e-mail or IM me or tell me in the review. This version isn't the best, I'm not exactly sure what "R" is, so I'm being very careful. The NC-17 version is much better.
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Farfarello's POV
Farfarello tucked Schuldig into his bed and walked out into the kitchen, where the conversation between Nagi and Crawford stopped immediately. He walked over to the coffee maker, grabbing a cup along the way. While pouring a cup of coffee, he heard Nagi speak.
"I'll just get the water for your shower running." Nagi was out of the door before Farfarello's voice stopped him.
"I can do it by myself. Afterwards, I want some time... out by myself." He finished his coffee, and walked down the hallway to the bathroom, where he shed the shirt and boxers he had put on as soon as he got home. He adjusted the water to warm and stepped under the spray, washing away the blood caked onto his hair and skin.
He vaguely wondered where his eye patch was, but decided he didn't care as much right now as he cared for getting his hair clean. He reached for the vanilla-smelling shampoo, noting none had been used since the last time he used it. Lathering up, he thought about what happened while he had been trapped in his mind. Schuldig had come to rescue him, and confessed his love for him. As he had for the German.
Rinsing out his hair, he scrubbed himself thoroughly with a rough cloth, until he was sure he had gotten all his blood off of him. He didn't mind others' blood on him, but his own wasn't the same anymore. He almost hated the fact that the German affected him so much, but it was comforting to have something to live for now. Besides hurting God. But while his relationship with Schuldig hurt God too, it wasn't the main purpose for the relationship.
Reaching for the vanilla-smelling conditioner, he thought about what he was going to do after the shower. He had told Nagi and Crawford he was going out, and since they hadn't objected he was still going. Fuck, he was still going even if they weren't willing to let him. He had five days of blood- letting and maiming to catch up on. He smiled predatorily and began to wash the conditioner out of his hair.
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He walked out of the bathroom with nothing but a small towel hanging precariously on his hips, not caring about the stares he got from Crawford and Nagi. Walking into his upstairs bedroom, he rummaged through his drawers, deciding on a black tank-top, his vest that had the knife sheaths fitted on the inside of it, and his black bondage pants.
He pulled on his customary gloves and some black socks before his army boots. It was about 7 in the evening now and he knew from memory that some of the churches had a daily mass at this time, while some had a daily service where people could come and pray for their lost ones, which was overseen by a priest and some nuns. He had forgotten the name of such a service, but he knew at least where to find them. St. Stephen Protomartyr, a church right down the street.
He walked quickly to Schuldig's room, ignoring both the stares from his two other teammates and the sign on the door that read "Schuldig's room! Do not enter! I'll kill you!"
He walked over to the bed, and seeing that Schuldig was still asleep, he leant down and kissed the telepath on the cheek. Grabbing a scrap of paper and a pen, he wrote "I went out to pay my good wishes to some acquaintances. I'll be back soon. Farfarello." He set the note in Schuldig's hand, making a fist. Looking up at the doorway, he saw Crawford there, looking at him with an odd expression.
He got up and walked out the door, calling back "Don't let him come after me if he tries." He walked quickly toward the front door, five days worth of anticipation making him want to run, but Crawford's voice stopped him.
"You think that he will try and come after you?" Crawford asked.
"You're the pre-cog." Farfarello walked out the door and into the night.
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"Do you think God will save you? Does his offer of eternal salvation extend to the Mothers of Lies?" Farfarello asked, pressing the blade of his knife to the nun's throat. She looked like Ruth, but skinnier with blondish hair. Scattered behind him were several bodies, either gutted with their entrails lying beside them or their throats slashed. He was covered in blood, and he was shaking with glee and rage. Glee that he was killing, and rage at the woman for her shallow whimper of an answer.
"No, wrong answer." He slit her throat, licking the blade clean. He looked around. No more people here. He had killed seven or eight people, and that was plenty. He walked over to the pool of Holy Water, where baptismal services were held, and rather ceremoniously cleaned off his arms and face. The blood only showed up as wet spots on his black attire. After he finished, he started to walk back to his home.
~^~^~^~
When he got home, all the lights were off. He opened the door, then turned around and locked it. As soon as he turned back around, a certain red- haired German telepath crushed his lips into a hungry kiss, and wrapped his arms around Farfarello's neck. Farfarello lifted Schuldig up, pressing him against the wall while placing small feathery kisses along his jaw line. When he got to Schuldig's pulse, he stilled. Schuldig brought up his hands to bury them in his lover's silvery hair, tugging gently while he bit down on his neck.
"Please, Farfie..." Schuldig pleaded, thrusting forwards, rubbing his hardness into Farfarello's stomach. The hands on his ass clenched while the mouth on his neck came up, looking for a kiss. While they were kissing, Farfarello walked blindly toward his room, unceremoniously dumping Schuldig on his bed.
"Please? Farfie, I want you...." Schuldig pleaded again, and clothes flew everywhere. Soon they were a tangle of limbs interlocked as one, connected in mind. After they both finished, they cuddled up next to each other, murmuring good-nights and soft I-love-yous.
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I hope that's R. Oh, well, that's the end! Whoosh! Please review and if you want the NC-17 version let me know!