Warning: I've molded Farfarello to fit this story, so please don't yell at me. ;-; I don't think I made him too OOC. AU, remember, AU!

Disclaimer: Do I really have to say it again?

Fear Me

Chapter 7

Omi-kun and I decided to play hooky. Well, I decided to play hooky and persuaded Omi-kun to come along. He gave me this really disapproving look, but I gave him my sweetest smile and he grudgingly agreed. Worked everytime.

We've been wandering around for a while now. We stopped by a café a little while ago to get some lunch, and I got to know him better. He didn't have parents, either, and he was staying with his guardians. He's also very good with computers and tried to teach me to use one in the cyber café. Unfortunately, I am not very good with computers, and when it started to fizzle and smoke, we were lucky to get away with our lives.

I was looking around, trying to find out what street we were on, when someone called out Omi-kun's name. We both turned around.

"Y-Yohji-kun!" stammered Omi. He looked so guilty that I couldn't help but laugh. He turned to me, embarrassed.

Well, this Yohji person was really attractive, but even though his eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, I got the distinct feeling that he was staring at me. I couldn't exactly tell why, but I think it had to do with surprise, pity, and maybe even distrust.

Distrust? Why wouldn't he trust me, an innocent little first-year high school girl? Growing flustered, I stared at him back. Nobody stares at me and gets away with it!

Finally, a grin broke out over his face and he nodded to Omi-kun. "Hey, Omi, so who's the girl? Your girlfriend?"

Omi-kun blinked once before he blushed a pretty shade of red. He looked at me with his wide blue eyes and I patted his back.

"I'm just a friend," I answered for him.

"Friend?" the Yohji person murmured, voice neutral. I nodded a little suspiciously. Was something wrong with being his friend?

Omi-kun beckoned me to follow him, so I trailed along until we reached the front of 'Kitty in the House.' It was a quaint little flower shop with colorful and elegant arrangements on display. The store was clean and completely empty, save for Yohji and one other person. The said other person glared at me through the window like he was ready to put a few holes in me. What was his problem? I smiled weakly at him in hopes of lifting his fierce look It didn't. Didn't he know that glaring at customers was bad for business?

"Usagi-chan, this is Yohji Kudou. He's one of my guardians."

I craned my head up to Yohji. "Hi! Nice to meet you."

"Pleasure is all mine. Omi talks a lot about you, but he never mentioned how pretty you were," he grinned, flashing me his perfect white teeth.

I blinked at him, slightly embarrassed, but more anxious. There was something about the way he said that, that made me feel like he wasn't exactly telling the whole truth. Something about the vibes were off and Omi was giving off the exact same vibes now.

"Oh, and that's Aya Fujimiya in there. Don't mind him, he's always like that," Yohji continued, jabbing a thumb towards Mr. Angry Glare. His dark turtleneck was a stark contrast against his pale skin, but looked wonderful set as a background for his dark red hair. He still looked pissed.

"Hi," I nodded.

He grunted. How eloquent.

Yohji crossed his arms. "By the way, Omi, shouldn't you be in school?"

"I. . ."

That was my cue to save Omi-kun. Usagi-chan to the rescue! I couldn't let him take the heat for something that was entirely out of his hands. Very few people were able to resist my charming smile. I had learned from the best afterall—my childhood friend, Mina-chan.

"That was my fault. Please don't punish him! I made him come," I said, making sure to look very sincere and repentant. I bit my lower lip and looked up at him through my eyelashes.

Yohji grinned again. "My weakness has always been beautiful women. I'll let him off, but Omi better speak with Aya first."

I nodded, relieved and watched Omi and Yohji enter the threshold to meet with the mysterious Aya Fujimiya. I could tell already that he was one of those dark, brooding types who didn't take crap from anyone. He actually reminded me a lot of Brad. I couldn't stop the disquieting shiver that ran up my spine at the thought of the formidable precog.

They were very good at keeping quiet when speaking, but they did keep shooting glances my way. I bet they were telling Omi-kun that he shouldn't be friends with a conniving girl like me who probably does nothing but ditch school to do drugs everyday only to take great pleasure in influencing good wholesome kids like Omi-kun.

Fabulous.

A few minutes later, Omi-kun exited and smiled at me. It was one of those false smiles you gave right before you fired someone. I raised my eyebrow at him, expecting him to say something, but he didn't.

I cast him a grave look. "You're not in trouble are you?"

"No, not at all."

"What did they say about me?"

"What makes you think they said anything about you?"

The line was very Schu-kun-ish. I didn't really like it. "They kept staring at me."

"Yohji-kun is always like that," he stated confidently, but again I felt that strange swell in the air. There was something about the way he spoke that made me uncomfortable. It felt like the annoying scratch of a shirt tag at the back of my neck.

"Okay," I verbally conceded. In other words, this was not okay. Life was getting more and more complicated, and the day Omi-kun had become my friend was the day that the complications had tripled. First, it had been Schu-kun's strange display, then it had been Brad-san getting all weird on me, and lastly, the freakiness with the hallway. What other entertaining events were in store for me?

"What do you want to do now, Usagi-chan?"

I raised my head and studied the sky. It was still a while before school ended. "Want to go feed the ducks?" I turned to see him nod absently.

I forced myself to keep the chitchat light between us, but more pressing thoughts occupied my mind. I couldn't sift through them, but they were heavy, like dense blocks of ice. They were trying decisions and self-conflicting evaluations.

But you know what the most puzzling thing was? Most of these thoughts weren't even mine.

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It was three o'clock on a Saturday afternoon. The weatherman said it was going to be sunny and warm outside, perfect for recreational fun.

Screw fun. All I wanted to do right now was run screaming for my life.

Farfarello-san had managed to corner me in a. . .corner. How did I get into this situation? If I knew, I wouldn't be asking. I was just minding my own business, heading to Nagi-kun's room to ask if he wanted to go out, when Farfarello stepped out of nowhere and trapped me into said corner.

I mean, had I offended him? No, not that I could recall. I barely saw him around, but when I did, he was usually with Brad-san. Our 'happy' family neither ate together nor went on little outings. The only people I did have a lot of contact with were Schu-kun and Nagi-kun.

So, what was his deal?

Farfarello leaned in dangerously close, laying one hand above my head. The other one vanished into his pocket before coming back with a small but wicked-looking blade. Eep?

I eyed the blade nervously as it zoomed to my face, much too close for comfort. I pressed my head back further into the corner. Maybe if I tried hard enough, I'd be able to go through the wall. Oh and yes, I was scared. What was he doing? Was he allowed to do this to me? Had someone told him to do this? Was he having fun? I wanted to ask him but I couldn't speak. He started gliding the tip down my cheek, very slowly and lightly. His eye was like a molten gold coin, but the more I looked, the less it was about pain.

I don't know what possessed me to do so, but as he was dragging the point across my cheek, I turned my head to the side. The edge cut into my cheek. I felt the blood well up but it didn't hurt. The bloody tear slipped down my face.

What was I doing? I didn't know. I was feeling very lightheaded at the moment, almost like I wasn't even there. My limbs felt so heavy, sluggish as I raised my hands to rest on his raised arms.

I gulped as I looked up into his hungry face. Farfarello pressed himself to me, lowering his head to mine. I let my eyes slide closed and shuddered involuntarily as his tongue made a long wet line down my bloody cheek.

My chest felt so heavy; I was having a hard time breathing right. All I knew was that I wanted him, more of him. I wanted to feel his toned and lean body slide against mine; I wanted to touch his skin, lick it, fold myself in his arms; I wanted to draw him into me; I wanted to fu—

I cried out as his hands gripped me painfully around the waist. My own fingers dug into his back. I wanted to draw blood so badly. My mouth found his neck, bare and so soft and smooth. I sank my teeth into him, hard enough to leave dark red marks.

The pit of my stomach felt like a bed of lava. Somehow, my hands had crept inside the front of his shirt and I was clawing my nails down his chest in neat little columns. Skin and blood clotted under them. He was so warm; my fevered skin burned against his.

But suddenly his warmth that I craved was lost to me. I opened my eyes and reached out towards him. My fingers snagged around his eye patch as he was thrust away. The black elastic tangled in my hand. Farfarello slumped against the far wall and two gold coin eyes flashed at me.

That couldn't have been right. . . My head was foggy. I plummeted into a alien sense of vertigo. Everything blurred as my legs gave way. I sank to the floor, clinging to the carpet in a desperate attempt to hold onto this world. The hallway around me spun, paintings elongated, windows twisted, and looming figures spiraled.

I threw myself against the floor and retched. My entire lunch and dinner came back out of my mouth. The raw, sour stench managed to jerk me back awake, but only briefly. Somebody was lifting me up under my arms. My head drooped limply forward, then back, as my savior positioned me. He was very gentle and smelled so clean. I tried to focus my eyes on him enough to know and whisper his name.

"You knew, didn't you?" I exhaled with only air to speak, no voice.

He didn't answer, but his frigid eyes told me everything before an infinite black void ate me up.

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I opened my eyes and it was white. The filmy canopy stared back at me. I was in my bed and alone in my room. Thank God.

I felt much better now, which was both good and bad since now I can reflect on what the hell had just happened. I had been slow to realize Farfarello's aura, but I had good reason. Most of the time, he had the other half of him hidden behind his eye patch—his eye must have been the portal through which the demon entered.

That's right, demon. Farfarello shared his body with a demon. There was a demon living inside of him. Why? I don't know. The only person who could answer that was Farfarello himself.

So, what was with me passing out?

I can't stay in the presence of a demon for very long—they weaken me. I guess 'weaken' is a pale word for what actually happens to me. I always end up barfing my guts out and fainting, but that's only if I'm in their presence of about a one-foot radius for more than five minutes. Under five minutes, I only become lightheaded and fatigued. I had been in the company of Farfarello for far too close and too long before Brad had 'saved' me.

The thought of the emotionally vacant precog set off an alarm in me. He was up to something, and I had the sneaking suspicion that Farfarello and my little get-together had been planned, not planned like he had actually fraternized directly with Farfarello, but more like manipulated the situation so that he and I would be together. Alone. There was an underlying schedule concerning the Schwartz team and me, and I, for one, did not like it.

I actually don't know why I can't be near a demon for very long. I suspect it has something to do with my bloodline, but that's not important. What I had wanted to do in Farfarello's presence was very important. As much as I am ashamed to say, I had become downright horny. The demon might be some sort of lust demon, not an incubus necessarily, but a demon that can manipulate physical desires. It knew that I found Farfarello attractive and it used it to its advantage. After it had tasted my blood, things just went crazy—lust had heightened and my mind became this messy glob of pink jelly.

Sighing, I touched the side of my cheek that was cut. It was smooth, like nothing had happened. At least I hadn't scarred.

I was still troubled. Demons can't exactly enter a body without some sort of permission from the owner. Farfarello didn't strike me as an idiot, but I wanted to know why he had been dumb enough to let a demon into his body. Nothing good ever came out of a union like this. My family's private collection of history books went into details about things like these and they all ended up in mindless and brutal slaughters and deaths.

I wasn't going to bother asking Brad. I don't know if Nagi-kun or Schu-kun knew, but it didn't matter. I'd find out myself. If I wanted to get things done, I had to take matters into my own hands.

AN: Darnit, I had this part all typed out on Frontpage and then it froze. -.- Anyways, yeah, this chapter sucked. I had it for a while, but I was just trying prolong its posting. ._.;; Sorry, sorry. And yes, this story does have a plot. o.o I don't think it's very well developed yet, but once she has more interaction with Weiss and the G-boys, then it'll pick up. I hope people are still around to read it by then. x.x;;

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