Title: Blood-Stained Angel
Author/pseudonym: NemKess
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Pairing: Ran/Omi, Schuldig/Farfello
Rating: R
Status: WIP
E-mail address for feedback:: nemsmuses@msn.com

Disclaimers: Weiss belong to me? I could only wish. Nope, not mine.


Notes: The fic 'A Name' is not a necessary read for this fic to make sense, but it does give background to some things. I'd recommend checking it out first. Regardless, this fic disregards anything canon that might have happened after the first 25 episodes. That's all I own and have seen, that's all that's being included as background info here.

Summary: When Weiss is disbanded, the vigilantes go back to living their normal lives. The problem is that one of them never had a normal life to begin with.
Warnings: shonen ai. violence. Schwartz OOCness, but it's explainable OOCness.

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The Darkness breeds it's demons
Faces that haunt your dreams
Demons that destroy
Demons that protect
They crave the Light
Even as they shun it

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Night was falling as the pair in the shadows stood watching their target as he hopped into the aging white porche.

The crowds were dispersing but the pair remained as they were, not daring to venture out into the swarm of humanity that still littered the streets.

Finally the orange haired man had enough of the silent communication between them and spoke aloud. "Well. That's that then. The Kätzchen is on his own for the night."

His companion moved closer and peered up at him in exasperation.

Schuldig shrugged. "It's not our call. He's convinced Fujimiya will do the right thing in the end."

Another long moment of silence was followed by a chuckle from the German. "Of course it's foolishness. You know that and I know that. Hell, even Manx knows that. But, he wouldn't be the Kätzchen we know and love if he didn't carry that foolish optimism about him like a cloak."

If the assassin felt odd standing in a dark alleyway talking to himself, he gave no indication of it. With another shrug, he turned and moved closer to his silent shadow. He'd noticed a fine sheen of sweat starting to glaze the pale man's skin. Obviously it was time to leave humanity behind. "Zu Freistätte dann?"

Rather than answer, Farfarello just turned and left . His mouthy companion chuckled and followed.

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"Report?"

With a glare, Schuldig shrugged. "Abyssinian finally made contact, they spent the day together, Kätzchen got him a good deal on a computer, they went back to the Fujimiya place for dinner."

"You let him go?!" The sudden widening of Manx's eyes and the rippling of her genuine shock, something she always kept careful control over, would have been comical to the telepath any other day. As it was, he could feel Farf's strength fading as the woman's emotions battered at them both. A long day spent in the heart of a busy downtown Tokyo had worn on them both. All Schuldig wanted right then was to get his companion and himself safely to their specially shielded room.

When she looked like she was going to continue the pointless conversation, he glared at her and nodded his head towards Farfarello meaningfully.

Thankfully Manx hadn't gotten her position on good looks alone. Swift as ever, she quelled her need to interrogate them, spun on her heel, and left them where they stood.

"You know, Farfie, I don't think she likes us, even after all these years." He ignored the one-eyed glare and grinned. Farfarello wouldn't flip out over a little nickname. Well.. Not too badly anyways. And any rage that did spill out would be directed elsewhere. "Zu Bett?"

There was a faint ripple in their connection that had him hurrying to the pale man's side. He slipped one arm around the too-slim waist, just in the nick of time too as his companion's strength failed. Despite the fact that he was carrying bulk of the Irishman's weight, he still managed to make it look fairly casual as they continued on to their room.

Only a handful of people knew them as anything other than 'the bosses weird bodyguards'. Their physic abilities, both the natural ones and those manufactured, were a well kept secret from anyone who hadn't known them before. Mostly because it while it had always been one of the German's biggest strength's, it was most definitely Farfarello's biggest weaknesses.

Schuldig nodded amicably to the techs and other workers they passed, feeling the mind tied to his shudder with each one. He sped up.

Once they finally made it to their door, he lifted a palm to swipe for the security scanner. There was a beeping sound and the door slid open.

It shut behind him and almost immediately, the mental noise of the other people in the building disappeared.

Sagging against him, Farfarello made a faint noise of relief.

Orange hair, finally as long as it had been back when they'd played with Weiss on a regular basis, swung about gently as Schuldig shook his head and swept his partner up into his arms to carry him the rest of the way to their bed.

If he could go back and kill those bastards again, he would. He could imagine all the ways he'd torture them. Kätzchen hadn't allowed it before, but now.. all these years later.. even their little friend hated for the damage that had been done.

The dark thoughts were pushed resolutely away as another shudder passed through Farfarello. He was doing more harm than good at the moment and that wasn't what he wanted.

"Ich bin erbärmlich," he whispered. "So erbärmlich ." He wasn't really sure what he was apologizing for, the words just tumbled out. The paler man curled up into a near fetal position when he was laid down and Schuldig eased down behind him, offering what help he could, little though it was.

After the fight with Weiss over the Estet resurrection thing had ended with them all getting dunked into the lake, all of Schwartz- minus Crawford who'd apparently drowned- had woken up in a quasi-military facility. Apparently they'd been sold out long before they'd ever brought those old rats the Fujimiya girl and their new 'owners' had been waiting to collect as soon as the ceremony was over. Weiss and the buildings sinking had just made it easier for them.

Schuldig often wondered if Crawford might not have 'seen' what was in store for them and had let himself die on purpose. There'd certainly been times in the two or so years that they'd been held that he'd wished he'd never been fished out of the damn lake. The military had wanted to find a way to spread their unique curses around to their own soldiers- Schuldig's telepathy, Farfarello's odd nervous system, Nagi's telekinesis. And they were the guinea pigs for all the ideas the scientists came up with.

There'd been some success of course, but the side effects and failures were staggering.

They'd managed to pass Schuldig's telepathy to Farfarello, but it nearly crippled the other man. Unnatural as it was, even with the German's help he hadn't been able to build anything remotely resembling shielding and barriers.

And the pair were tied together mentally now. They couldn't be more than a quarter mile apart before the Irishman would pass out completely and Schuldig would be weakened to the point he'd barely be able to drag himself back to his partner's side.

By the time Nagi managed to escape, it had become obvious that Farfarello would never be able to make it out without being overwhelmed and Schuldig couldn't leave without him. They'd caused a distraction to let the telekinetic get away and then had sat back and hoped that they'd be killed for their efforts.

It had been something of a surprise then, to look up one night to find Bombay dropping into their shared cell from a ventilation shaft. He'd been afraid that the rescue party would be in vain until they'd discovered the only thing that had saved their sanity in the end. The littlest Weiss kitten, when he dropped the Omi Tsukiyono persona completely, had the strongest mental shields of anyone Schuldig had ever met. And upon understanding their conditions, he'd allowed the natural telepath to manipulate it so that his shields protected them all.

Bombay had taken them back to Kritiker, grudgingly, and they'd been there ever since.

It was an odd little family they made. And though Schuldig knew the kid was still a little uncomfortable with it sometimes, Farfarello and Kätzchen had made peace concerning Ouka's shooting. He supposed it was a little difficult for someone who still clung to the gentler traits of a genki kid to hate a man who'd been as thoroughly broken as Farfie had been when they'd been rescued.

Farfarello had always said he wanted to feel pain, at least once, in his life. Just to see what it felt like.

Seien Sie vorsichtig, was Sie für wünschen, as his father used to say.

The whisper of a voice he hadn't heard aloud in year's brushed across the back of his mind and he turned his attention back to the present. "He'll be back soon."

He closed his eyes and pulled Farfarello closer before settling into a light, uneasy sleep.

Hours later, he only partially woke up as a body slid in between them. The Kätzchen's shields settled over them like a warm blanket and the tensions that had been left over from the stressful day were finally soothed.

The younger man's emotions were high, but in a comforting way. Drowsy, Schuldig didn't do more than a surface scan to see that whatever had happened had made Kätzchen very, very happy.

"Go back to sleep," the blonde whispered softly. "We can talk in the morning."

A faint mental brush from Farfarello to see that their companion was unscathed and the other settled completely into a deep sleep that would heal the pale man's battered mind. It also pulled Schuldig right back to sleep.

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Author's Notes
Well, there's a little taste of Schuldig and Farfie.. ^_^ The bulk of their story is in one of the prequels that I'm writing for B-SA. For those wondering why Schu never calls Omi anything other than Kätzchen, there is a reason for it. It will get explained. Just not yet. ^_~

Translations
Kätzchen- Kitten
Zu Freistätte dann?- "To Sanctuary, then?"
Zu Bett?- To bed?
Ich bin erbärmlich.- I am sorry
Seien Sie vorsichtig, was Sie für wünschen. - Be careful what you wish for.

Notes to Reviewers
Kuro-Koneko- I only wish I could draw you the image in my head. *drools* Grown up Omi is everything I ever wanted in a guy! ^_^ There was some mention of Schu and Farf in this chapter, more later. B-SA won't ever go really in depth about them, but I will finish up the prequel about them and why they're with Omi. ^_^
Tewks- ^_^ a goddess, ne? lol... Sure, why not? Yes, I'm female. And yes, I'll update soon!
Laura- Thanks! I'm not sure I'd call it the best Weiss fic, but I do kinda like it myself. I can't picture Omi just going about his merry way after the group disbands. I mean, he really never did have a regular life, not that he can remember anyways. And in those few weeks/months after they separated the first time, you could tell 'normal' life chafed him when he watched the news...
Sakusha- ^_^;;; feel free to wack him all you like, just please don't kill him if he makes an ass out of himself. Omi might want him back, ya know... as for Omi's looks.. see note to Kuro... Very handsome... At this point, confused is good.. If you're not, then I'm not writing this the way I wanted. ^_^ No worries.. It'll make sense in the end.
Lady Readwolf- I wasn't sure what you meant by 'previous mishandlings' but all in all, thanks for your feedback even if it was mostly questions. ^_^;; I'm really glad you seem to be enjoying it. I am trying to make each chapter longer but most of the questions won't be fully answered til the end.
Everyone- Thanks for reading and reviewing! For story updates and notices on problems and such, feel free to check out my livejournal! Link is in my bio. Ja!