Heaven Star: Ok, so you all saw it coming - but I had to get that out of my
system! lol OMG! HOW COULD I MAKE THAT HORRIBLE MISTAKE?! Honestly, I
don't know why I did that! *puts on T-shirt that says 'Fanfiction
brainwashed me'. I swear, I read so many Weiss Kruez fics where Shuldig
has 'jade' and 'emerald' eyes. I guess people just like the idea of him
having a...err....deeper color? I know when jade sounds more dark and
sinister than blue! Yeah, seriously, I feel really dumb though because the
current background for my laptop is a screen shot of Schuldig from the OVA
- it's at the very end where he stands beside Brad's car and smirks evilly,
talking about not letting Weiss escape again as he crumples up a rose. At
that point it is a close up of his face, and his VERY blue eyes, and I
remember thinking to myself, "This animation and the coloring is SO much
better than the series! Look how pretty Schuldig's BLUE eyes are in the
OVA!" So yeah, I've rambled enough. Just know I'll get the color right
from now on! ^_~
Kamazova: Yay! I'm glad it's getting better and better! *pouts* I guess I can't get upset at you for not reviewing the last chapter - I'm just glad you're still with us! *smiles* Please keep reviewing though for it makes me *so* happy! (can you tell I've been watching Fruits Basket? If you can't, the main girl in the show is always saying in this sugary voice, 'It makes me *so* happy!') Bonnie's big night sure seems like enough to give the poor, innocent, naïve girl a breakdown, but she somehow pulls through - she has to because I do not have a breakdown scheduled in my chapter layout. Don't worry - Farfie will make it ALL better... hehe ^_^ GUESS WHAT ELSE! I was just looking through the old reviews out of boredom and I realized you said in an earlier review you didn't want Farfie to die, so you asked for a resurrection. Well, I worked a little something out (ALL FOR YOU!), but you'll have to wait till the end to see what it is...
Lady Shadow-san: Thank you! I have never actually witnessed an event like what Megan went through, so all my limited knowledge comes from a scene in the play 'Heaven's Gates Hell's Flames'. It's mainly a church production, but it's so awesome! The aforementioned scene is about a girl at a party whose life is falling apart, so her boyfriend slips something into her drink and then kills himself. They both have this big, dramatic death with lots of screaming, and gasping, and crying, and then end up facing the afterlife! It made my stomach turn, but inspired me all the same! Hey, I e-mailed you about the picture of Farfarello, but you never replied so...I'm still itching to see it!
Angry Blood Sister: Yes, most people are not naïve to the ways of the world, but Bonnie is one of those girls who cares about everyone and assumes that the world is the same. Farfarello will address that issue in this chapter. Oh, and you think it's not fair she hasn't kissed Farfarello? Haha, your wish is my command! ^_~
You know what I just realized? I never THANKED someone for pointing stuff out!
Frakir: You pointed out I was spelling Farfarello's name wrong and I never even told you thank you! *teary-eyed* You stopped reviewing, so please, if you're still following along, let me know! *turns aside and cries*
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"Naggles!"
Nagi cringed as he stepped into the flower shop, only to hear a nasal, German voice calling gleefully out to him. He just knew that Schuldig has found out about his embarrassing episode the night before at the contest, although he wasn't sure how. Perhaps it was Aya's mind that he had read, seeing as how the ex-Weiss member had no defenses against him and often gave Schuldig most of his information without even knowing it.
"Yes, Schuldig?" he ground out, letting the door slam behind him as he stood rooted to the spot, his eyes narrowed. ~Don't you dare say anything...~ he mentally threatened.
Schuldig apparently had ignored the telepathic broadcast and waved merrily to Nagi from his position by the table that they used to make flower arrangements. In one of his slender hands lay a pristine, white rose. "Nagi!" he called again. "Did you have fun at the concert?"
Nagi looked around desperately. There were tons of girls still milling about, swooning over Yohji and the German, and he would NEVER be able to go out in public again for fear of running into them if Schuldig announced anything embarrassing.
"Nagi, I was just wondering about something. You see, I heard this little rumor that perhaps you were screaming at the top of your lungs last night that you - " Schuldig was stopped short as the college student slapped an angry hand over his mouth, glaring at him with stormy eyes. Some of his shaggy brown hair framed his face messily, only enhancing the wild look of anger in his face.
"I swear," he said through gritted teeth, "if you say one thing right now - "
Schuldig brushed his hand aside, chuckling. "Don't worry," he cut him off in a normal tone of voice, though it was loud enough for a few girls to pick up on. They stood off the to the side, trying to pretend like they weren't listening. "It's not like I care if you're a virgin. It's just I always knew you were pretty naïve, but still..."
Nagi glanced desperately to the side as giggles and excited whispers broke out from a group of school girls, only to spread like wildfire until it was rippling throughout the room.
Schuldig grinned smugly. "Those girls...they're like vultures, huh?"
"Fine!" the younger man cried, throwing up his hands. "Fine! I don't care if they know! It's ok! Because, at least this way, everyone will realize that even though I've lived under the same roof as you for years, your sleaziness has not rubbed off on me!"
Everything fell silent. Schuldig was still trying to smile, but it was a little forced. Had this happened at home he would've laughed, but here at the shop with a dozen pairs of eyes set on him, he could feel his confidence wilting.
"Yeah, that's right!" Nagi continued, jabbing a very surprised Schuldig in the chest. "I'm not a scum ball like you! I care about people and myself! My relationships are not petty flings! I don't use people!"
After that, Schuldig's popularity seemed to deflate. Girls turned away from him in a snubbing gesture, instead devoting their attention to 'that adorable college student who's just sooo nice and honest!'.
Omi threw open the door to the storage room, where he had been earlier preoccupied, a bag of soil in his arms. He narrowed his eyes at the scene, having heard tidbits of the conversation in the back. "Nagi, Schuldig!" he exclaimed, catching the attention of both guilty looking men. "You should be ashamed, arguing about something like this in front of all these girls! Besides, Bonnie will be in soon, and after the hard time she had last night, she doesn't need to hear you two being so selfish! Be a little more considerate, please."
Immediately, the mob of raging school girls stampeded over to their new hero with a chorus of 'oohs' and 'ahhs'. Nagi and Schuldig exchanged disappointed, annoyed glances. The girls' favor wasn't a terrible thing to loose, but it was annoying to be on top one minute and dropped the next.
The bell jingled, signaling that someone was entering, and Omi rushed through the crowd to greet a depressed looking Bonnie as she dragged herself in, head hanging. They had told her she didn't have to come to work, but she had argued, saying that if she didn't get out of the house she would go crazy.
Schuldig followed along behind Omi, standing there uncertainly with the white rose still clenched in his hand. In the other hand he now held a card. "Um, Bonnie," he said quietly, clearing his throat. "I'm really sorry about Megan."
She looked at him in surprise, hazel eyes wide. She hadn't expected him to be so kind or so concerned.
"Here." He uncomfortably held out the card and the flower. "I got these for you. It's not much, but...yeah. I gotta get back to work." And with that, he backed slowly away, turned, and hurried back to his flower arrangement.
Bonnie sighed, tucking the card away into her jacket pocket and making sure to lay the rose some place safe. Schuldig had been the one to explain to the paramedics what had happened and then had driven her and Farfarello and Omi home. Once at her house, he didn't say a word, just watched her get out of the car with Farfarello, who had volunteered to stay until her parents arrived home, and made sure that she actually got inside. Then he had driven away. He didn't seem particularly upset or concerned - just tired.
As for Farfarello, his insistence on staying with her had been rather strange, for saying that he wanted to wait with her until her parents arrived was unneeded. After all, her older brother, Ryan, was home and the one to answer the door. Still, the Irishman seemed to think that he needed to see to it that she was properly taken care of - and only he was the one to judge what that meant.
Bonnie tied on her apron and stepped behind the cash register, smiling glumly at Schuldig when she noticed his staring at her. "Thanks for the card," she said quietly, and he smiled back, his blue eyes glittering.
She wondered where Farfarello was today. They had sat on the couch in the living room and silently watched TV while Ryan prepared the tea the night before, not speaking of Megan's death at all. And then, when the lights of her parents' car flashed in the driveway, he sighed, told her he would take his leave, and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. She'd been feeling so down and so sick over watching her friend die that she hadn't even found joy in that. It only confused her further.
"Oh, shoot!" she cried, realizing that she had just rung up a purchase without even thinking, and had consequently screwed it up. Currently, the cash register was beeping angrily, informing her that she had made a mistake by punching in random numbers and then asking for the total without first specifying the category. Quickly, she pressed the clear button and then stood there, staring at the machine with a blank expression.
"Bonnie, why don't you take off today?" Nagi suggested, putting his hand gently on her shoulder. "Farfarello mentioned that he wanted to go to the park with you. Did you get his call?"
She shrugged. "I haven't had my cell on."
Nagi smiled. "He's hanging around outside the apartment. I can take you down there if you want. Maybe you two can just kick back and relax."
When she looked to Omi for guidance, he nodded. "It's been a slow day. We'll be fine."
"Alright," she relented, untying the apron and handing it to the older boy. "Just let me grab my jacket and we'll go."
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Farfarello seemed edgy about being in the park. He didn't like the looks people were sending his way, unabashedly staring at him even though he was still sitting in his parked car. People could be so rude.
He turned up the Celtic music blasting over the speakers, a depressing melody sung by a wistful, sorrowful sounding woman pouring into his senses. Bonnie sat beside him, fiddling with a loose thread on the edge of her sleeve and staring at her hands.
"You know," she said quietly, "I never realized people were so heartless. How could no one care that Megan had died...?"
"Cuz that's the way the world is," he grunted, and rolled his eyes. "Bonnie, ye can be so naïve. Ye think that just 'cuz you care, that means everything is all sweetness and light."
"Farfarello, don't start with me," she said soberly. "It just shouldn't be that way."
He growled, unbuckling his seat belt and then grumbling as he climbed into the back seat, stretching out across the floor. Bonnie twisted around to look at him, frowning, and then followed, taking up her position in the back seat. Neither one said anything for quite a while, just listening as the CD switched tracks at least three times. Bonnie stared at the gray ceiling of the interior of the car, frowning as random thoughts wandered through her head. What was up with Farfarello? He seemed to have something really big on his mind - something that had nothing to do with Megan's death. Perhaps he still had the kiss he had given her on his mind? It had only been a light brush against her cheek, but she couldn't get it out of her head. What if he really liked her? She knew she already liked him - but having it actually become a reality was something totally different. It was scary...
She felt his hand gently gripping her wrist, and she turned her head to look down at him, at where he lay on the floor. The raised scars on his palm felt strange against her skin.
Gently, Farfarello tugged on her arm, and when she didn't move, pulled a little harder so that she rolled off the car seat and onto him with an undignified yelp. There she stayed, lying upon him, her hands resting awkwardly on his shoulders as she blushed furiously, trying to meet his golden eye.
"What did you do that for?" she asked dumbly.
He smiled a little. She was heavier than she looked. Somehow, he found that funny.
"Farfarello?"
He raised his head slightly to press his lips to hers, his hand cupping the back of her head. She balked at the contact, but he continued to hold her close, feeling with disappointment how tense she was. The second time she went to sit up he let her go.
"Farfarello," she said uncertainly, staring at him in confusion, "I don't know what you're doing." She paused. "Or what you want."
The space where he lay was cramped, especially now that she had joined him. He smirked up at her, waiting for the girl to notice that she was straddling his waist.
It actually didn't take her too long to figure out what he was looking so amused about. With a little scream of embarrassment, she scrambled off him and back onto the seat, a blush spreading like wildfire across her face. "I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, and he thought for a moment it looked like she was on the verge of a breakdown. She hung her head, rubbing at her eyes. "I'm sorry...I'm such an idiot... I'm so sorry."
He cocked his head in surprise, eye narrowed. "Why are ye sorry?" he inquired. "It was all me."
"But why would you do that?" she cried, distressed greatly by all the confusion. This was wrong. She wasn't prepared for this. Farfarello was too...experienced. Who knew what he meant by all this? And besides, she was just hardly seventeen! "What do you actually feel for me?" she murmured timidly.
"Hmm." His slender shoulders raised in a shrug, a slight smile curving his lips. "I really haven't felt much of anything for anyone for a long time. But, Bonnie, I really like ye..."
Her hazel eyes stilled their nervous activity, focusing on him for one single moment before the next few words left his mouth.
"Maybe it's love...?"
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Review! It makes me write faster! Typically, for reasons I really can't explain, I usually wait around until I get five or so reviews and then I start the next chapter! Eh, I know it's weird. But I can't help it!
Kamazova: Yay! I'm glad it's getting better and better! *pouts* I guess I can't get upset at you for not reviewing the last chapter - I'm just glad you're still with us! *smiles* Please keep reviewing though for it makes me *so* happy! (can you tell I've been watching Fruits Basket? If you can't, the main girl in the show is always saying in this sugary voice, 'It makes me *so* happy!') Bonnie's big night sure seems like enough to give the poor, innocent, naïve girl a breakdown, but she somehow pulls through - she has to because I do not have a breakdown scheduled in my chapter layout. Don't worry - Farfie will make it ALL better... hehe ^_^ GUESS WHAT ELSE! I was just looking through the old reviews out of boredom and I realized you said in an earlier review you didn't want Farfie to die, so you asked for a resurrection. Well, I worked a little something out (ALL FOR YOU!), but you'll have to wait till the end to see what it is...
Lady Shadow-san: Thank you! I have never actually witnessed an event like what Megan went through, so all my limited knowledge comes from a scene in the play 'Heaven's Gates Hell's Flames'. It's mainly a church production, but it's so awesome! The aforementioned scene is about a girl at a party whose life is falling apart, so her boyfriend slips something into her drink and then kills himself. They both have this big, dramatic death with lots of screaming, and gasping, and crying, and then end up facing the afterlife! It made my stomach turn, but inspired me all the same! Hey, I e-mailed you about the picture of Farfarello, but you never replied so...I'm still itching to see it!
Angry Blood Sister: Yes, most people are not naïve to the ways of the world, but Bonnie is one of those girls who cares about everyone and assumes that the world is the same. Farfarello will address that issue in this chapter. Oh, and you think it's not fair she hasn't kissed Farfarello? Haha, your wish is my command! ^_~
You know what I just realized? I never THANKED someone for pointing stuff out!
Frakir: You pointed out I was spelling Farfarello's name wrong and I never even told you thank you! *teary-eyed* You stopped reviewing, so please, if you're still following along, let me know! *turns aside and cries*
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"Naggles!"
Nagi cringed as he stepped into the flower shop, only to hear a nasal, German voice calling gleefully out to him. He just knew that Schuldig has found out about his embarrassing episode the night before at the contest, although he wasn't sure how. Perhaps it was Aya's mind that he had read, seeing as how the ex-Weiss member had no defenses against him and often gave Schuldig most of his information without even knowing it.
"Yes, Schuldig?" he ground out, letting the door slam behind him as he stood rooted to the spot, his eyes narrowed. ~Don't you dare say anything...~ he mentally threatened.
Schuldig apparently had ignored the telepathic broadcast and waved merrily to Nagi from his position by the table that they used to make flower arrangements. In one of his slender hands lay a pristine, white rose. "Nagi!" he called again. "Did you have fun at the concert?"
Nagi looked around desperately. There were tons of girls still milling about, swooning over Yohji and the German, and he would NEVER be able to go out in public again for fear of running into them if Schuldig announced anything embarrassing.
"Nagi, I was just wondering about something. You see, I heard this little rumor that perhaps you were screaming at the top of your lungs last night that you - " Schuldig was stopped short as the college student slapped an angry hand over his mouth, glaring at him with stormy eyes. Some of his shaggy brown hair framed his face messily, only enhancing the wild look of anger in his face.
"I swear," he said through gritted teeth, "if you say one thing right now - "
Schuldig brushed his hand aside, chuckling. "Don't worry," he cut him off in a normal tone of voice, though it was loud enough for a few girls to pick up on. They stood off the to the side, trying to pretend like they weren't listening. "It's not like I care if you're a virgin. It's just I always knew you were pretty naïve, but still..."
Nagi glanced desperately to the side as giggles and excited whispers broke out from a group of school girls, only to spread like wildfire until it was rippling throughout the room.
Schuldig grinned smugly. "Those girls...they're like vultures, huh?"
"Fine!" the younger man cried, throwing up his hands. "Fine! I don't care if they know! It's ok! Because, at least this way, everyone will realize that even though I've lived under the same roof as you for years, your sleaziness has not rubbed off on me!"
Everything fell silent. Schuldig was still trying to smile, but it was a little forced. Had this happened at home he would've laughed, but here at the shop with a dozen pairs of eyes set on him, he could feel his confidence wilting.
"Yeah, that's right!" Nagi continued, jabbing a very surprised Schuldig in the chest. "I'm not a scum ball like you! I care about people and myself! My relationships are not petty flings! I don't use people!"
After that, Schuldig's popularity seemed to deflate. Girls turned away from him in a snubbing gesture, instead devoting their attention to 'that adorable college student who's just sooo nice and honest!'.
Omi threw open the door to the storage room, where he had been earlier preoccupied, a bag of soil in his arms. He narrowed his eyes at the scene, having heard tidbits of the conversation in the back. "Nagi, Schuldig!" he exclaimed, catching the attention of both guilty looking men. "You should be ashamed, arguing about something like this in front of all these girls! Besides, Bonnie will be in soon, and after the hard time she had last night, she doesn't need to hear you two being so selfish! Be a little more considerate, please."
Immediately, the mob of raging school girls stampeded over to their new hero with a chorus of 'oohs' and 'ahhs'. Nagi and Schuldig exchanged disappointed, annoyed glances. The girls' favor wasn't a terrible thing to loose, but it was annoying to be on top one minute and dropped the next.
The bell jingled, signaling that someone was entering, and Omi rushed through the crowd to greet a depressed looking Bonnie as she dragged herself in, head hanging. They had told her she didn't have to come to work, but she had argued, saying that if she didn't get out of the house she would go crazy.
Schuldig followed along behind Omi, standing there uncertainly with the white rose still clenched in his hand. In the other hand he now held a card. "Um, Bonnie," he said quietly, clearing his throat. "I'm really sorry about Megan."
She looked at him in surprise, hazel eyes wide. She hadn't expected him to be so kind or so concerned.
"Here." He uncomfortably held out the card and the flower. "I got these for you. It's not much, but...yeah. I gotta get back to work." And with that, he backed slowly away, turned, and hurried back to his flower arrangement.
Bonnie sighed, tucking the card away into her jacket pocket and making sure to lay the rose some place safe. Schuldig had been the one to explain to the paramedics what had happened and then had driven her and Farfarello and Omi home. Once at her house, he didn't say a word, just watched her get out of the car with Farfarello, who had volunteered to stay until her parents arrived home, and made sure that she actually got inside. Then he had driven away. He didn't seem particularly upset or concerned - just tired.
As for Farfarello, his insistence on staying with her had been rather strange, for saying that he wanted to wait with her until her parents arrived was unneeded. After all, her older brother, Ryan, was home and the one to answer the door. Still, the Irishman seemed to think that he needed to see to it that she was properly taken care of - and only he was the one to judge what that meant.
Bonnie tied on her apron and stepped behind the cash register, smiling glumly at Schuldig when she noticed his staring at her. "Thanks for the card," she said quietly, and he smiled back, his blue eyes glittering.
She wondered where Farfarello was today. They had sat on the couch in the living room and silently watched TV while Ryan prepared the tea the night before, not speaking of Megan's death at all. And then, when the lights of her parents' car flashed in the driveway, he sighed, told her he would take his leave, and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. She'd been feeling so down and so sick over watching her friend die that she hadn't even found joy in that. It only confused her further.
"Oh, shoot!" she cried, realizing that she had just rung up a purchase without even thinking, and had consequently screwed it up. Currently, the cash register was beeping angrily, informing her that she had made a mistake by punching in random numbers and then asking for the total without first specifying the category. Quickly, she pressed the clear button and then stood there, staring at the machine with a blank expression.
"Bonnie, why don't you take off today?" Nagi suggested, putting his hand gently on her shoulder. "Farfarello mentioned that he wanted to go to the park with you. Did you get his call?"
She shrugged. "I haven't had my cell on."
Nagi smiled. "He's hanging around outside the apartment. I can take you down there if you want. Maybe you two can just kick back and relax."
When she looked to Omi for guidance, he nodded. "It's been a slow day. We'll be fine."
"Alright," she relented, untying the apron and handing it to the older boy. "Just let me grab my jacket and we'll go."
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Farfarello seemed edgy about being in the park. He didn't like the looks people were sending his way, unabashedly staring at him even though he was still sitting in his parked car. People could be so rude.
He turned up the Celtic music blasting over the speakers, a depressing melody sung by a wistful, sorrowful sounding woman pouring into his senses. Bonnie sat beside him, fiddling with a loose thread on the edge of her sleeve and staring at her hands.
"You know," she said quietly, "I never realized people were so heartless. How could no one care that Megan had died...?"
"Cuz that's the way the world is," he grunted, and rolled his eyes. "Bonnie, ye can be so naïve. Ye think that just 'cuz you care, that means everything is all sweetness and light."
"Farfarello, don't start with me," she said soberly. "It just shouldn't be that way."
He growled, unbuckling his seat belt and then grumbling as he climbed into the back seat, stretching out across the floor. Bonnie twisted around to look at him, frowning, and then followed, taking up her position in the back seat. Neither one said anything for quite a while, just listening as the CD switched tracks at least three times. Bonnie stared at the gray ceiling of the interior of the car, frowning as random thoughts wandered through her head. What was up with Farfarello? He seemed to have something really big on his mind - something that had nothing to do with Megan's death. Perhaps he still had the kiss he had given her on his mind? It had only been a light brush against her cheek, but she couldn't get it out of her head. What if he really liked her? She knew she already liked him - but having it actually become a reality was something totally different. It was scary...
She felt his hand gently gripping her wrist, and she turned her head to look down at him, at where he lay on the floor. The raised scars on his palm felt strange against her skin.
Gently, Farfarello tugged on her arm, and when she didn't move, pulled a little harder so that she rolled off the car seat and onto him with an undignified yelp. There she stayed, lying upon him, her hands resting awkwardly on his shoulders as she blushed furiously, trying to meet his golden eye.
"What did you do that for?" she asked dumbly.
He smiled a little. She was heavier than she looked. Somehow, he found that funny.
"Farfarello?"
He raised his head slightly to press his lips to hers, his hand cupping the back of her head. She balked at the contact, but he continued to hold her close, feeling with disappointment how tense she was. The second time she went to sit up he let her go.
"Farfarello," she said uncertainly, staring at him in confusion, "I don't know what you're doing." She paused. "Or what you want."
The space where he lay was cramped, especially now that she had joined him. He smirked up at her, waiting for the girl to notice that she was straddling his waist.
It actually didn't take her too long to figure out what he was looking so amused about. With a little scream of embarrassment, she scrambled off him and back onto the seat, a blush spreading like wildfire across her face. "I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, and he thought for a moment it looked like she was on the verge of a breakdown. She hung her head, rubbing at her eyes. "I'm sorry...I'm such an idiot... I'm so sorry."
He cocked his head in surprise, eye narrowed. "Why are ye sorry?" he inquired. "It was all me."
"But why would you do that?" she cried, distressed greatly by all the confusion. This was wrong. She wasn't prepared for this. Farfarello was too...experienced. Who knew what he meant by all this? And besides, she was just hardly seventeen! "What do you actually feel for me?" she murmured timidly.
"Hmm." His slender shoulders raised in a shrug, a slight smile curving his lips. "I really haven't felt much of anything for anyone for a long time. But, Bonnie, I really like ye..."
Her hazel eyes stilled their nervous activity, focusing on him for one single moment before the next few words left his mouth.
"Maybe it's love...?"
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Review! It makes me write faster! Typically, for reasons I really can't explain, I usually wait around until I get five or so reviews and then I start the next chapter! Eh, I know it's weird. But I can't help it!