Chapter 3

Voices…muffled voices he recognized, among them one that sounded strangely like Schuldich. But it couldn't be, the voice sounded concerned, a certain quality of warmth he would never hear from the German. His mind a pitch black, he found himself relieved that no images of the azure-haired girl rose to surface. Only a matter of time…The conversation stopped. A blur of orange wavered in front of him. Nagi made an effort to open his eyelids farther even though his body protested in exhaustion.

"So the sleeping beauty awakes. Farfarello, I'm going. See to it that you get yourself and Nagi to the warehouse by eight. Wouldn't want to keep a Takatori waiting, now would we?"

He made a great effort to try to get himself into a sitting position. Did he hear Schuldich right? He was going to leave him here…alone…with Farfarello? Fearfully, he shot a glance towards the person sitting beside his bed, surprise shown clearly on his features when a calm pair of eyes stared back at him. Eyes that held none of the maniacal gaze Farfarello usually held. Sedatives. Must have been a heavy dose as well, Farfarello didn't seem to recognize him at all. He slowly reached his hand out, his index finger grazing his scarred face. Didn't seem to evoke an emotion. Had it not been for the drugs, Farfarello would have reacted when someone even touched him. Sure enough, the tranquilizers had for once done its job. He let his arm return limply to his side, a minor headache arising. Most likely because of him overusing his powers in the rare outburst of emotion. Crawford would be disappointed; short-circuiting his powers, and worse yet, right before their work as bodyguards for Takatori-san.

"Strange, the man with the orange-hair. He shows deep concern over you, yet his temperament changes when he sensed you were awake."

"Farfarello?" Nagi questioned, wondering what his words could have meant. Schuldich of all people, caring about him? Couldn't be, the members of Schwarz were not supposed to develop an attachment to each other, being who they were, if any were killed, they would have to be able to continue to kill without their skills lacking because of grief. Farfarello's drugged, his words must be clashing to create sentences that did not contain an air of truth. It must be.

His thoughts were confirmed when Farfarello began taking out a sharp knife that resembled a snake at its base, licking the edge of the sharp tip as he muttered consistently about the God he would avenge with every breath of his being. The tranquilizer's effects didn't last for long, before an hour passes, he would be back to his normal self.

"Farfarello? ..I think I'm better now. It's best if we get to the warehouse before dark."

Chapter 4

Nagi dodged a poison dart, which had headed in his direction with deadly accuracy. Another dart brushed by his arm, cutting into the thin fabric of his shirt. Using telekinesis, he was able to ward off the rest of the darts headed his way, making the sharp objects round a U-turn and head back to its owner. As the WeiB member was distracted in evading his own weapon, he took the moment to fade away into the dark underbush. He stopped at an open clearing, leaning against a bent tree to check the status of his arm.

The wound was deeper than he had originally thought. From what he could see with the small flashlight, the dart cut into several layers of the skin. If he didn't get this tended to soon, the poison alone would be enough to kill him. He made an attempt to stand, keeping his arm below his heart so the flow of blood would slow, hence minimizing the toxin's distribution throughout his body.

In the dark, he stumbled over what he guessed was a root of a tree, yet when he used his good arm to touch the place where he had tripped, he felt something…soft and plush-like? Nagi picked up the offending object to discover that it was a small stuffed rabbit. A child wandering around this dangerous area? How did the adolescent manage to climb over an electric fence to get to the other side?

"Let go of Rabbi!" A voice from behind him cried out.

Startled, the toy fell from his grasp, the shadow picking the rabbit up even as he held it. The person held the edge of an umbrella in front of his face with a razor sharp dagger attached to the end. He watched her cuddle the toy as if it were something with feelings, whispering words of comfort to the rabbit. From her voice, he guessed she was a girl, a child.

"What were you trying to do to Rabbi?" The girl said accusingly, poking the edge of the umbrella closer. The action caused her to step into the film of light produced by the moon that shone through the spaces between the trees.

His breath caught. This was the girl. The girl from his dream.