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Ok, thanks for the reviews! They really inspire me! I hope you like this chapter!
Angry Blood Sister: Well, I've been making Schu a bit too nice, so I decided to give him a moment of true cruelty. What is meaner than telling a bunch of desperate people their friend is dead? Haha. Thanks for your reviews! I appreciate them a lot!
Greenbug67: Now I'll know to make more cliffhangers ~_^ Yes, well, recently, I had my blood drawn, and even though I can take being run over by a four wheeler without so much as whimpering (in fact, I merely stood up, looked down at my bloody leg, and said, "Ouch."), but I do NOT do well with needles. In fact, I would rather throw myself out of a moving vehicle than have blood drawn. Anyhow, when I got my blood drawn, I found myself passing out and the nurse says, "Uh oh, we're losing her! Honey, count in Spanish for me!" So I did - until I passed out. So that's where I got the idea ^_^ Keep reviewing!
Kamazova: Oh, I just knew several angry Ken fans would beat me to death if I really did kill him. So I decided to give them all a scare and pretend like I would, as well as give Schuldig a chance to be a big jerk. Hehe - he needed it, don't you think? Review this chapter too!
Ayesen: Well, here she'll find out about Schwartz, but pry never about Weiss - unless I make her find out on a complete whim. After all, there is really no point in her finding out about Weiss since she's not nearly as involved with them and since they're a lot more normal than Brad, Nagi, Schuldig, and Farfarfello. Review!
Fortunata: *Hugs back* Yay! I've got talent! Thank you! Since I really don't seem to have any other talents, that's a huge compliment! Sorry this chapter took so long but I had a busy week with Japanese exchange students staying at my house for the week and I had to entertain them. ~_^ Oh, and by the way, I don't like killing characters right away - I prefer to drag it out and make them suffer. lol Review this chapter too, please!
Jessica: Here's the update! Ouch! I don't like being poked! It happens enough at school! *growls and squirms*
Lady Shadow-san: Yay! When are you gonna scan it for me? I really wanna see it and I've almost given up hope but here it is! The golden opportunity! Well, personally, last time I was at the hospital, my friend had had back surgery and I left her in her room to go to the cafeteria and eat garlic bread and chicken! Yum! Ok, ok...I can be a little unsympathetic - I'm working on it!
Misura: Umm...let's just say Brad had foreseen it but he chose not to say anything because he was too interested in a magazine article and didn't feel like getting involved in the idiocy! lol Eh, sorry about the mood swings thing... Haha.
Manx16: Oh, sorry about all the blood shed! I can't help it! lol Ok, I'm finally getting up to a hundred reviews! Yay! Now, I must set a new goal - sorry if you find that annoying, but my story, "Death Song" has somewhere around 150 or something and I wanna surpass that. lol *shrugs* So, Bonnie reminds your of yourself? I based her off a girl in my class who I am not really friends with, but who is really nice to me all the same. Just like Bonnie, she hangs out with older guys and isn't really close to anyone in our class and is super nice. So, yeah...lol She's really a sweet girl. Anyhow, thanks for your review and keep on telling me what you think!
Heaven Star: Here's the update! I'm glad you liked the Schu part - I had fun with it! Oh, yes, well, I didn't want to turn this story into a horribly mushy little fairy tell, so I knew that since it's REALLY unrealistic that Farf would live happily ever after with a Christian girl, I had to do something... Review this chapter too and I'll try to update soon!
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Aya nudged the bedroom door open with a frown, peering inside as Ken hovered behind, distraught with his roommate's position. Amethyst eyes sharply scoured the dark room before him "Has he been like this long?"
"Ever since he came home about two hours ago," the soccer player replied glumly. "Bonnie's parents called to speak to him, but he refused to talk." Ken paused and gazed in past the redhead's shoulder at the albino man lying curled in a fetal position on his bed, staring blankly at the wall. "Did you call Kritiker?"
"Yes," Aya murmured, slowly closing the door as his cool purple eyes flicked back to Ken. "Someone did hack into their files. Omi and Yohji are taking care of it now. There shouldn't be any more problems."
"Why would they go after Farfarello and Bonnie though?"
"It was some sort of revenge mission on Weiss. They wanted to make us suffer emotionally and physically, whoever they are. I wasn't at the meeting where they explained it." Aya did not mention he had been, instead, meeting his little sister for lunch at a well-reviewed café. After all, he was no longer Abyssian , but a normal person, and even though Weiss was being stalked, he still had no desire to be called back into the occupation of an assassin. "They wanted to hurt our friends as well as us. So they followed Farfarello after seeing him leave the hospital."
"They're the ones who attacked me, right?"
Aya flicked a dull, annoyed gaze at his teammate, telling him without words the answer should be obvious.
Ken grinned sheepishly and rubbed at the back of his head, realizing his presence was quickly becoming unwanted. A bit clumsily, he ambled away.
Aya waited for him to go, and then looked back at where Farfarello lay, drawing in a deep breath before pushing open the door all the way and boldly stepping in. He spoke the Irishman's name, and when no response came, he sat down on the edge of the bed and eyed the blood encrusted on the pale skin, seeing that he had not bothered to wash at all.
"Lee'me alone," muttered Farfarello venomously. "I don' wan' company."
"You feel guilty," Aya said quietly, ignoring him. "I felt the same way with Aya-chan. The sooner you realize it's not your fault, the sooner the situation will improve. Visit Bonnie."
"She home?"
"Hospital. They're keeping her for the rest of the night. Visiting hours are over, so you'll have to see her at her house tomorrow morning."
Farfarello glared out the window at the night sky before sitting up and turning around to face the redhead, eye narrowed at him. "I couldn't even stop it," he seethed. "She'll hate me."
"Bonnie will hate you only if you stay away."
"Hn." Farfarello lifted his palm and stared into it, at the rusty red painting the creases in his skin. "I don' want ta' see her."
"Suit yourself." With that, Aya stood, brushed out the wrinkles in his shirt, and took his leave.
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The hospital room had a bluish tint in the night, the darkness turning the sterile white walls a ghostly pale azure. It was a little too warm, but it looked cool and impersonal and her arm hurt. Bonnie wasn't asleep - she was more or less in a haze in the hard/soft bed with the stiff, clean sheets.
The painkillers were wearing off, but she felt pleasantly dizzy and rather high above the rest of the world. Not really good, now that she thought of it, but not all too sickly either. Not like when she had been shot - back then (it seemed like ages) she had been wishing, praying, hoping that she could just pass out so the ringing in her head would stop and she'd quit feeling as if she was being tossed and rolled around when in fact she was not moving at all.
Bonnie sighed, opening her bleary eyes and letting her head fall to the side. There, she gazed at the window, saw the rigid, paper-like curtains flapping a little in the breeze from the open window. The window hadn't been opened before. And there stood a ghost, a figure clothed all in black and with colorless skin and hair and a single, burning eye.
She smiled a little and let her eyes fall shut, whispering his name, calling for her ghost. It was really surreal then - maybe because it was in a hospital in the dead of night and this was the second time he had broken into her room and the first time had been terribly strange. Maybe it was because they were alone and the drugs they'd ministered her still had her soaring above reality, or perhaps, just perhaps, it was because ever since he had carried her into the hospital, and they'd taken her from his arms and she'd reached back for him, she'd been waiting for him to return. And wondering if he was only a dream because he had never arrived.
She felt the rough palm with the raised scars on her cheek and heard the rumbling voice with its lilting accent - a strange combination - talking to her, apologizing. "I am here now," he told her, and she smiled, opening hazel eyes once more. He could see himself in those eyes because she saw him through those eyes and he liked those eyes and they loved him freely, something he had not seen before.
Bonnie thought she heard herself tell Farfarello that everything felt good and she was dreaming and heard him reply, "Ye' must be if ye think all this is so perfect. Life is nothin' but misery."
She didn't open her eyes - kept them closed. Sunk back into the pillows and squeezed his hand in her hazy state of mind. "What happened, Farfarello...?"
"They shot you. Wanted to get back at me."
"Because...you were a past assassin?"
"Yeah."
"Farfarello?"
"Hn?"
"What aren't you telling me...? About...everyone...there are so many secrets..."
"Secrets? I shouldn't tell ye of all people."
"...please? I deserve to know, don't I...? Wouldn't you feel better if I knew....? Wouldn't it be safer?"
What he revealed to her next was shocking; unreal - it blurred together. She caught a few phrases, and she understood a few things, and what he said concerned assassins and revenge and...were Brad and Shuldig and Nagi really past killers as well? Nagi...smart, quiet Nagi, and intelligent, handsome, successful Brad. They were both too normal, both too kind to her.
She could understand Schuldig. Even if he did have a rarely shown vulnerable side, he was still rather cruel and sadistic.
"Bonnie? I shouldn't of told ye... Crawford told me not ta."
"You always listen to him?"
A shrug. "Used to be my leader. Old habit."
She sighed deeply, adjusting her position to be more comfortable, and felt herself sink deeper into herself, falling far from the real road. "I won't...tell," she whispered.
A pale hand brushed over her cheek. A voice whispered, "Ye do realize...I act upon my emotions?"
"That....could be dangerous," she replied in a sigh, tipping her head back and meeting his lips when he bent to kiss her. The bed creaked as he put one knee on the edge and leaned heavily upon it, again brushing his mouth lightly over hers.
They were kissing? How absurd. Alone, in this hospital room, both feeling relatively lonely and distant, she drifting away on fading painkillers and he intoxicated by sheer emotions. Like she'd thought before - surreal.
When he pulled away, one golden eye saw that clear, shining trickles of tears were pushing at the corners of her open eyes, running down her cheeks and catching in her hair, resting like moonlit pearls in the messy curls. She was crying, he realized, because she was scared, and she was scared of him and what he told her and what he'd done to her. When she caught his fleeing hand in her own two, when she brought it down to her lips and kissed his fingertips in a sign of sorrow and confusion and regret, he pulled away and ran a hand over her head, stroking her hair as you would pet a cat.
Not another word. The touch vanished.
Farfarello left via the open window, stiff, bleached curtains flapping in the wind behind him.
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Eek! Wasn't that strange? Sort of fluffy, but not really...? I dunno - I was sort of dazed when I wrote it. Anyhow, I am SOOOO happy with all the reviews! Keep it up!
Ok, thanks for the reviews! They really inspire me! I hope you like this chapter!
Angry Blood Sister: Well, I've been making Schu a bit too nice, so I decided to give him a moment of true cruelty. What is meaner than telling a bunch of desperate people their friend is dead? Haha. Thanks for your reviews! I appreciate them a lot!
Greenbug67: Now I'll know to make more cliffhangers ~_^ Yes, well, recently, I had my blood drawn, and even though I can take being run over by a four wheeler without so much as whimpering (in fact, I merely stood up, looked down at my bloody leg, and said, "Ouch."), but I do NOT do well with needles. In fact, I would rather throw myself out of a moving vehicle than have blood drawn. Anyhow, when I got my blood drawn, I found myself passing out and the nurse says, "Uh oh, we're losing her! Honey, count in Spanish for me!" So I did - until I passed out. So that's where I got the idea ^_^ Keep reviewing!
Kamazova: Oh, I just knew several angry Ken fans would beat me to death if I really did kill him. So I decided to give them all a scare and pretend like I would, as well as give Schuldig a chance to be a big jerk. Hehe - he needed it, don't you think? Review this chapter too!
Ayesen: Well, here she'll find out about Schwartz, but pry never about Weiss - unless I make her find out on a complete whim. After all, there is really no point in her finding out about Weiss since she's not nearly as involved with them and since they're a lot more normal than Brad, Nagi, Schuldig, and Farfarfello. Review!
Fortunata: *Hugs back* Yay! I've got talent! Thank you! Since I really don't seem to have any other talents, that's a huge compliment! Sorry this chapter took so long but I had a busy week with Japanese exchange students staying at my house for the week and I had to entertain them. ~_^ Oh, and by the way, I don't like killing characters right away - I prefer to drag it out and make them suffer. lol Review this chapter too, please!
Jessica: Here's the update! Ouch! I don't like being poked! It happens enough at school! *growls and squirms*
Lady Shadow-san: Yay! When are you gonna scan it for me? I really wanna see it and I've almost given up hope but here it is! The golden opportunity! Well, personally, last time I was at the hospital, my friend had had back surgery and I left her in her room to go to the cafeteria and eat garlic bread and chicken! Yum! Ok, ok...I can be a little unsympathetic - I'm working on it!
Misura: Umm...let's just say Brad had foreseen it but he chose not to say anything because he was too interested in a magazine article and didn't feel like getting involved in the idiocy! lol Eh, sorry about the mood swings thing... Haha.
Manx16: Oh, sorry about all the blood shed! I can't help it! lol Ok, I'm finally getting up to a hundred reviews! Yay! Now, I must set a new goal - sorry if you find that annoying, but my story, "Death Song" has somewhere around 150 or something and I wanna surpass that. lol *shrugs* So, Bonnie reminds your of yourself? I based her off a girl in my class who I am not really friends with, but who is really nice to me all the same. Just like Bonnie, she hangs out with older guys and isn't really close to anyone in our class and is super nice. So, yeah...lol She's really a sweet girl. Anyhow, thanks for your review and keep on telling me what you think!
Heaven Star: Here's the update! I'm glad you liked the Schu part - I had fun with it! Oh, yes, well, I didn't want to turn this story into a horribly mushy little fairy tell, so I knew that since it's REALLY unrealistic that Farf would live happily ever after with a Christian girl, I had to do something... Review this chapter too and I'll try to update soon!
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Aya nudged the bedroom door open with a frown, peering inside as Ken hovered behind, distraught with his roommate's position. Amethyst eyes sharply scoured the dark room before him "Has he been like this long?"
"Ever since he came home about two hours ago," the soccer player replied glumly. "Bonnie's parents called to speak to him, but he refused to talk." Ken paused and gazed in past the redhead's shoulder at the albino man lying curled in a fetal position on his bed, staring blankly at the wall. "Did you call Kritiker?"
"Yes," Aya murmured, slowly closing the door as his cool purple eyes flicked back to Ken. "Someone did hack into their files. Omi and Yohji are taking care of it now. There shouldn't be any more problems."
"Why would they go after Farfarello and Bonnie though?"
"It was some sort of revenge mission on Weiss. They wanted to make us suffer emotionally and physically, whoever they are. I wasn't at the meeting where they explained it." Aya did not mention he had been, instead, meeting his little sister for lunch at a well-reviewed café. After all, he was no longer Abyssian , but a normal person, and even though Weiss was being stalked, he still had no desire to be called back into the occupation of an assassin. "They wanted to hurt our friends as well as us. So they followed Farfarello after seeing him leave the hospital."
"They're the ones who attacked me, right?"
Aya flicked a dull, annoyed gaze at his teammate, telling him without words the answer should be obvious.
Ken grinned sheepishly and rubbed at the back of his head, realizing his presence was quickly becoming unwanted. A bit clumsily, he ambled away.
Aya waited for him to go, and then looked back at where Farfarello lay, drawing in a deep breath before pushing open the door all the way and boldly stepping in. He spoke the Irishman's name, and when no response came, he sat down on the edge of the bed and eyed the blood encrusted on the pale skin, seeing that he had not bothered to wash at all.
"Lee'me alone," muttered Farfarello venomously. "I don' wan' company."
"You feel guilty," Aya said quietly, ignoring him. "I felt the same way with Aya-chan. The sooner you realize it's not your fault, the sooner the situation will improve. Visit Bonnie."
"She home?"
"Hospital. They're keeping her for the rest of the night. Visiting hours are over, so you'll have to see her at her house tomorrow morning."
Farfarello glared out the window at the night sky before sitting up and turning around to face the redhead, eye narrowed at him. "I couldn't even stop it," he seethed. "She'll hate me."
"Bonnie will hate you only if you stay away."
"Hn." Farfarello lifted his palm and stared into it, at the rusty red painting the creases in his skin. "I don' want ta' see her."
"Suit yourself." With that, Aya stood, brushed out the wrinkles in his shirt, and took his leave.
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The hospital room had a bluish tint in the night, the darkness turning the sterile white walls a ghostly pale azure. It was a little too warm, but it looked cool and impersonal and her arm hurt. Bonnie wasn't asleep - she was more or less in a haze in the hard/soft bed with the stiff, clean sheets.
The painkillers were wearing off, but she felt pleasantly dizzy and rather high above the rest of the world. Not really good, now that she thought of it, but not all too sickly either. Not like when she had been shot - back then (it seemed like ages) she had been wishing, praying, hoping that she could just pass out so the ringing in her head would stop and she'd quit feeling as if she was being tossed and rolled around when in fact she was not moving at all.
Bonnie sighed, opening her bleary eyes and letting her head fall to the side. There, she gazed at the window, saw the rigid, paper-like curtains flapping a little in the breeze from the open window. The window hadn't been opened before. And there stood a ghost, a figure clothed all in black and with colorless skin and hair and a single, burning eye.
She smiled a little and let her eyes fall shut, whispering his name, calling for her ghost. It was really surreal then - maybe because it was in a hospital in the dead of night and this was the second time he had broken into her room and the first time had been terribly strange. Maybe it was because they were alone and the drugs they'd ministered her still had her soaring above reality, or perhaps, just perhaps, it was because ever since he had carried her into the hospital, and they'd taken her from his arms and she'd reached back for him, she'd been waiting for him to return. And wondering if he was only a dream because he had never arrived.
She felt the rough palm with the raised scars on her cheek and heard the rumbling voice with its lilting accent - a strange combination - talking to her, apologizing. "I am here now," he told her, and she smiled, opening hazel eyes once more. He could see himself in those eyes because she saw him through those eyes and he liked those eyes and they loved him freely, something he had not seen before.
Bonnie thought she heard herself tell Farfarello that everything felt good and she was dreaming and heard him reply, "Ye' must be if ye think all this is so perfect. Life is nothin' but misery."
She didn't open her eyes - kept them closed. Sunk back into the pillows and squeezed his hand in her hazy state of mind. "What happened, Farfarello...?"
"They shot you. Wanted to get back at me."
"Because...you were a past assassin?"
"Yeah."
"Farfarello?"
"Hn?"
"What aren't you telling me...? About...everyone...there are so many secrets..."
"Secrets? I shouldn't tell ye of all people."
"...please? I deserve to know, don't I...? Wouldn't you feel better if I knew....? Wouldn't it be safer?"
What he revealed to her next was shocking; unreal - it blurred together. She caught a few phrases, and she understood a few things, and what he said concerned assassins and revenge and...were Brad and Shuldig and Nagi really past killers as well? Nagi...smart, quiet Nagi, and intelligent, handsome, successful Brad. They were both too normal, both too kind to her.
She could understand Schuldig. Even if he did have a rarely shown vulnerable side, he was still rather cruel and sadistic.
"Bonnie? I shouldn't of told ye... Crawford told me not ta."
"You always listen to him?"
A shrug. "Used to be my leader. Old habit."
She sighed deeply, adjusting her position to be more comfortable, and felt herself sink deeper into herself, falling far from the real road. "I won't...tell," she whispered.
A pale hand brushed over her cheek. A voice whispered, "Ye do realize...I act upon my emotions?"
"That....could be dangerous," she replied in a sigh, tipping her head back and meeting his lips when he bent to kiss her. The bed creaked as he put one knee on the edge and leaned heavily upon it, again brushing his mouth lightly over hers.
They were kissing? How absurd. Alone, in this hospital room, both feeling relatively lonely and distant, she drifting away on fading painkillers and he intoxicated by sheer emotions. Like she'd thought before - surreal.
When he pulled away, one golden eye saw that clear, shining trickles of tears were pushing at the corners of her open eyes, running down her cheeks and catching in her hair, resting like moonlit pearls in the messy curls. She was crying, he realized, because she was scared, and she was scared of him and what he told her and what he'd done to her. When she caught his fleeing hand in her own two, when she brought it down to her lips and kissed his fingertips in a sign of sorrow and confusion and regret, he pulled away and ran a hand over her head, stroking her hair as you would pet a cat.
Not another word. The touch vanished.
Farfarello left via the open window, stiff, bleached curtains flapping in the wind behind him.
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Eek! Wasn't that strange? Sort of fluffy, but not really...? I dunno - I was sort of dazed when I wrote it. Anyhow, I am SOOOO happy with all the reviews! Keep it up!