Chapter 2

Not being able to fall asleep, he rose from his bed and walked to the large windowsill of his room. Nagi touched the glass, looking down at the streets below. Cars passing by, humans already going on with their day. The objects seemed a mere centimeters because of the level their apartment was located. His eyes flickered on the blue dot below. Before he could recognize the being, the person had disappeared into the crowd. Clenching his hand into a fist, he banged his fist onto the hard surface. The glass shattered in his mind as well as reality, though his powers allowed him to throw the direction of the shards away from him and onto the streets.

It couldn't have been…the blue hair…

The door to his room opened with the figure approaching him with a person slung over his shoulder. Schuldich smirked at the remains of the windowpane. Shifting Farfarello, who appeared entranced by the sharp glass pieces lying on the ground, onto his right shoulder, he drew nearer to Nagi.

"Nice work I must say. When I heard glass shatter I thought Farfarello had gotten loose in your room, but he was still in his room like a good little boy weren't you, Farfie?" The red-haired German laughed as Farfarello tried a second time to retrieve the razor-like glass on the floor.

Nagi shifted his gaze away from the two, making a point to not glance in Farfarello's direction. He still bore the scars he received when Schuldich had released Farfarello from the room without his strap jacket, the reason being that he was 'bored'. A few cuts added to a lifetime's worth of pain was meaningless, yet there was something about Farfarello's psychotic obsession with death that he wished to never be a part of.

"Aww Nagi-kun! You know as well as I do that I never thought anyone would be hurt!"

He chose not to reply. Farfarello and Schuldich got along so well only because of their passion for killing. As for him, he only murdered others only because it is what is expected of him. He took no joy in taking other's lives before their time, yet in a way, he guessed, he had been able to keep his sanity for so long after joining Schwarz only because of the anguish and hate he felt towards the human species altogether. When he was a child, he was treated as an outcast, and in an ironic way, this, by murdering others, was his way of outcasting the world.

It certainly took no special talent of mind-reading to know Schuldich released Farfarello from his room comprehending the fact that there was going to be someone hurt. As long as it wasn't himself. Always the self-absorbed bastard, he would have gotten rid of him years ago had it not been for his talents which were useful to the assassin group.

Nagi blinked several times, stepping away hastily when he realized Schuldich was holding Farfarello right in front of him, with Farfarello's expression being one of a need for murder. Schuldich, satisfied he had retrieved his attention to him, threw Farfarello back onto his shoulder like a rag doll.

He saw the flash of azure in his mind. The dandelions, the wind, the broken pieces of a branch beneath his feet, her words…regret returned in waves, hitting him sharply. A mind such as his, tainted, dirty, to think of ever nearing her and rotting the innocence…Images of the reoccuring dream flashed past him, resting on the image of the girl holding her hand out towards him. So near…yet…he couldn't reach her. He looked down at his hand. The palm, the fingers, the wrist…every part of him was tainted. And her…her hand was clear to judge as his, clean, bearing no scars…innocent.

Worthless…Better of dead…

Nagi held his head in pain, the words never going away. He was beyond hearing Schuldich voicing words of concern, or feeling Farfarello's presence near him. All he could invision in his mind was the azure-haired girl. Go away…Go away…

Worthless…Better of dead…

He felt his feet give out from under him, and an intense white light piercing…

"TOMETE!"

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Note: The title of this fanfic, "Nettelu Toki" is in japanese and means "While You Were Sleeping"

Tomete – translation: Stop