For those of you who want more of the Farf in this story, well I dedicate
this chapter to you! Nothing like a good ol' sweet and sappy moment with
Schu and Farfie. Hehe, Farfie cares! Yes he does! *smacks self* Okay I'll
shut up now, and you can read. ^^
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"Bradley, just go already! I promise I'll be fine. You don't have to stay and baby-sit me all day."
"Are you sure Schu? It's really no problem, I can skip my classes."
"Go! Besides, I need my rest anyways. If you're here I don't think I'd get any." Schuldich smiled up at Brad, trying to convince him that he would be fine alone all day. He was still in a lot of pain from the soccer incident yesterday, and didn't feel like going to school. Convincing Bradley to leave him alone for the day had been hard, but the American had relented, and was now pulling on his jacket and fishing his car keys out of his pocket.
"Alright, but if you have any problems, call my cell! I'll keep it on."
"Bradley."
"Anything at all, call me."
"Bradley!"
"Okay, I'll go. I'm just worried about you. I probably won't be able to concentrate today, knowing you're here alone."
"You're going to be late."
"Fine. I know when I'm not wanted. You rest today and you better be feeling better when I get home." Bradley grabbed his bag, heading for the door.
"Bradley?"
"What now? I'm going to be late you know." He leaned against the doorframe, staring back at the redhead curled up on his bed.
"Kiss." Schu pouted his lips, as Brad shook his head and walked back over to the bed, sitting down beside his boyfriend and gently kissing him.
"Now you get some rest. I'll be back later. I love you Schu." He leaned over and kissed the German one last time, before getting up and finally leaving. Once he heard the sound of Brad's jeep pulling out of the driveway, Schuldich let out a loud sigh, grinding his head back into the pillow. He had wanted the day alone to be able to recover in peace from the assault he'd taken this weekend, but he had also wanted time alone to really think over what had happened.
How had Yushi found out about Brad? Did anyone else know? He was afraid to go back to school, afraid that everyone would know and tease him about it. He had never had any problems since he had started at the school two years ago, and he wasn't looking for any problems now. He was quite popular around the school, and he wondered what this new information would do to his reputation.
"Why do I even care? I probably won't even be in school next year if I finish my training. Hell I could manipulate everyone into not caring about Bradley and me. It would be so easy. But no, I have to be an idiot and spend all my time worrying about it and trying to fix it without using my powers. Why do I even care about anyone at school? I shouldn't even be on the soccer team; it's making me too attached to something I'll never be able to have. A normal life." He laid his head down on his arms, tears falling down on his pillow. All he wanted was to be a normal kid, and not some assassin waiting to finish training and join the world of cold-blooded killers. Why did Estet want them to go to normal schools and get educations? What was the point? It was all so stupid. He flopped onto his back, wincing as he moved. He probably should have let Bradley take him to the hospital yesterday, but the doctors would have known that his injuries couldn't have been caused by a mere soccer ball, and then he'd have to tell Bradley everything. He didn't want him to know. Oh why did life have to suck so bad? If only Yushi had never found out, and wasn't bothering him, life would be fine. But no, his life had to get screwed up this weekend.
He lay in bed for the next hour and a half, surprised at how tired he still was after having slept all night. He heard a sound from out in the apartment, tuning his mind into whatever it was. As soon as he found the culprit, he shook his head, knowing that as long as Farfie was alive, he would never get a moment of peace.
"Schu? Oh there you are. I got suspended." The Irish boy stood in the doorway, grinning wickedly.
"Do I want to know?" Schu painfully pulled himself up, as Farfie came and sat next to him on the bed.
"Actually, you might." Farfie didn't meet Schu's eyes, which was very unusual for him.
"What happened?"
"What happened to you yesterday Schu? Yushi hurt you, didn't he? And it wasn't from the soccer ball." The younger boy fidgeted as he waited for an answer, which only made Schuldich more nervous.
"What did you do?"
"He came up to me and started saying stuff to me, about you and Brad."
"Farf what did you do?"
"I couldn't help it. He pissed me off, and I just started beating on him. If he did anything to you I swear I'll find him and finish him off! I want you to tell me." Farfie looked up and met Schu's eyes, grabbing the older boys' hand.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Schu! Tell me. I know you won't tell Brad, and if you don't want me to say anything I won't. But I want to know."
"Leave me alone. You know as soon as Brad finds out what you did I'm screwed! He'll make me tell him."
"Why won't you tell him? Why won't you tell me?!"
"I said I don't want to talk about it."
"Screw off Schu, stop being an idiot. Just fucking tell me what happened!" Schu shrank back against the pillow, taken aback at Farf's outburst. He did want to get it off his chest, to tell someone about it, but what would happen if he did?
"Okay fine, but promise me you won't say anything to Brad, and that you won't go all crazy?" Their eyes met, and the younger boy nodded, anything to hear the details.
"Not a word to Brad. I promise."
"Well, I guess Yushi found out that me and Brad are together. I don't know how, but he started saying things about it, and about how he didn't want some fag on his team, and that no one else would either if they found out. He did kick the ball really hard at me, and it kinda knocked the wind out of me for a minute. So we went back to the locker room, and then he kept kicking me and hitting me in the ribs. He said if I ever told anyone he'd get me kicked off the team and he'd beat me up, then he said he'd rape me. So you see why you can't tell Bradley."
"Screw Bradley! I'll kill the fucker myself! I should have done it this morning. The next time I see him he's so dead!"
"Farfie! I told you not to get crazy. Just calm down, it's not that big of a deal."
"It is so! He hurt you, and he threatened you. That's enough of a deal for me. I mean, you know, I care about you, and I don't like it when people give you problems."
"What did you just say?" Schu was a little taken aback at the Irish boy's last comment; it wasn't often that Farfarello showed any real emotion.
"Shut up, you heard me."
"You just admitted you care about me."
"So what? It's not that big of a deal."
"It is to me."
"Stop being an idiot! I was just trying to help, or something."
"You were being sentimental. Admit it." Schu poked the younger boy in the side, who frowned, not wanting to admit that he had been acting differently than normal.
"Shut up! No wonder people pick on you, you're so sappy." Farf grabbed one of the pillows, whacking Schu over the head with it.
"Hey! I'm an invalid here, you're not supposed to be hitting me!" He cowered back against the bed frame, shielding himself from the whacking of the pillow. Finally the Irish boy relented, throwing the pillow down and slumping on top of it next to Schuldich.
"I give up. You're safe now. No more pillow beatings." Schu looked up at Farf, whose face was nearly split in a smile.
"Thanks for caring though. I knew you had a heart somewhere in there you freak."
"Don't push it."
"I couldn't resist. So you won't tell Bradley a word of what I told you?"
"Not a word, I promise. Even though I think you should tell him. But I won't say anything."
"Thanks." Schu reached out in front of him, as the younger boy moved closer to him, engaging him in a hug. Farfarello rarely hugged anyone, so this was certainly a sign that he was indeed very worried about his older team mate.
~*~
"Bradley, just go already! I promise I'll be fine. You don't have to stay and baby-sit me all day."
"Are you sure Schu? It's really no problem, I can skip my classes."
"Go! Besides, I need my rest anyways. If you're here I don't think I'd get any." Schuldich smiled up at Brad, trying to convince him that he would be fine alone all day. He was still in a lot of pain from the soccer incident yesterday, and didn't feel like going to school. Convincing Bradley to leave him alone for the day had been hard, but the American had relented, and was now pulling on his jacket and fishing his car keys out of his pocket.
"Alright, but if you have any problems, call my cell! I'll keep it on."
"Bradley."
"Anything at all, call me."
"Bradley!"
"Okay, I'll go. I'm just worried about you. I probably won't be able to concentrate today, knowing you're here alone."
"You're going to be late."
"Fine. I know when I'm not wanted. You rest today and you better be feeling better when I get home." Bradley grabbed his bag, heading for the door.
"Bradley?"
"What now? I'm going to be late you know." He leaned against the doorframe, staring back at the redhead curled up on his bed.
"Kiss." Schu pouted his lips, as Brad shook his head and walked back over to the bed, sitting down beside his boyfriend and gently kissing him.
"Now you get some rest. I'll be back later. I love you Schu." He leaned over and kissed the German one last time, before getting up and finally leaving. Once he heard the sound of Brad's jeep pulling out of the driveway, Schuldich let out a loud sigh, grinding his head back into the pillow. He had wanted the day alone to be able to recover in peace from the assault he'd taken this weekend, but he had also wanted time alone to really think over what had happened.
How had Yushi found out about Brad? Did anyone else know? He was afraid to go back to school, afraid that everyone would know and tease him about it. He had never had any problems since he had started at the school two years ago, and he wasn't looking for any problems now. He was quite popular around the school, and he wondered what this new information would do to his reputation.
"Why do I even care? I probably won't even be in school next year if I finish my training. Hell I could manipulate everyone into not caring about Bradley and me. It would be so easy. But no, I have to be an idiot and spend all my time worrying about it and trying to fix it without using my powers. Why do I even care about anyone at school? I shouldn't even be on the soccer team; it's making me too attached to something I'll never be able to have. A normal life." He laid his head down on his arms, tears falling down on his pillow. All he wanted was to be a normal kid, and not some assassin waiting to finish training and join the world of cold-blooded killers. Why did Estet want them to go to normal schools and get educations? What was the point? It was all so stupid. He flopped onto his back, wincing as he moved. He probably should have let Bradley take him to the hospital yesterday, but the doctors would have known that his injuries couldn't have been caused by a mere soccer ball, and then he'd have to tell Bradley everything. He didn't want him to know. Oh why did life have to suck so bad? If only Yushi had never found out, and wasn't bothering him, life would be fine. But no, his life had to get screwed up this weekend.
He lay in bed for the next hour and a half, surprised at how tired he still was after having slept all night. He heard a sound from out in the apartment, tuning his mind into whatever it was. As soon as he found the culprit, he shook his head, knowing that as long as Farfie was alive, he would never get a moment of peace.
"Schu? Oh there you are. I got suspended." The Irish boy stood in the doorway, grinning wickedly.
"Do I want to know?" Schu painfully pulled himself up, as Farfie came and sat next to him on the bed.
"Actually, you might." Farfie didn't meet Schu's eyes, which was very unusual for him.
"What happened?"
"What happened to you yesterday Schu? Yushi hurt you, didn't he? And it wasn't from the soccer ball." The younger boy fidgeted as he waited for an answer, which only made Schuldich more nervous.
"What did you do?"
"He came up to me and started saying stuff to me, about you and Brad."
"Farf what did you do?"
"I couldn't help it. He pissed me off, and I just started beating on him. If he did anything to you I swear I'll find him and finish him off! I want you to tell me." Farfie looked up and met Schu's eyes, grabbing the older boys' hand.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Schu! Tell me. I know you won't tell Brad, and if you don't want me to say anything I won't. But I want to know."
"Leave me alone. You know as soon as Brad finds out what you did I'm screwed! He'll make me tell him."
"Why won't you tell him? Why won't you tell me?!"
"I said I don't want to talk about it."
"Screw off Schu, stop being an idiot. Just fucking tell me what happened!" Schu shrank back against the pillow, taken aback at Farf's outburst. He did want to get it off his chest, to tell someone about it, but what would happen if he did?
"Okay fine, but promise me you won't say anything to Brad, and that you won't go all crazy?" Their eyes met, and the younger boy nodded, anything to hear the details.
"Not a word to Brad. I promise."
"Well, I guess Yushi found out that me and Brad are together. I don't know how, but he started saying things about it, and about how he didn't want some fag on his team, and that no one else would either if they found out. He did kick the ball really hard at me, and it kinda knocked the wind out of me for a minute. So we went back to the locker room, and then he kept kicking me and hitting me in the ribs. He said if I ever told anyone he'd get me kicked off the team and he'd beat me up, then he said he'd rape me. So you see why you can't tell Bradley."
"Screw Bradley! I'll kill the fucker myself! I should have done it this morning. The next time I see him he's so dead!"
"Farfie! I told you not to get crazy. Just calm down, it's not that big of a deal."
"It is so! He hurt you, and he threatened you. That's enough of a deal for me. I mean, you know, I care about you, and I don't like it when people give you problems."
"What did you just say?" Schu was a little taken aback at the Irish boy's last comment; it wasn't often that Farfarello showed any real emotion.
"Shut up, you heard me."
"You just admitted you care about me."
"So what? It's not that big of a deal."
"It is to me."
"Stop being an idiot! I was just trying to help, or something."
"You were being sentimental. Admit it." Schu poked the younger boy in the side, who frowned, not wanting to admit that he had been acting differently than normal.
"Shut up! No wonder people pick on you, you're so sappy." Farf grabbed one of the pillows, whacking Schu over the head with it.
"Hey! I'm an invalid here, you're not supposed to be hitting me!" He cowered back against the bed frame, shielding himself from the whacking of the pillow. Finally the Irish boy relented, throwing the pillow down and slumping on top of it next to Schuldich.
"I give up. You're safe now. No more pillow beatings." Schu looked up at Farf, whose face was nearly split in a smile.
"Thanks for caring though. I knew you had a heart somewhere in there you freak."
"Don't push it."
"I couldn't resist. So you won't tell Bradley a word of what I told you?"
"Not a word, I promise. Even though I think you should tell him. But I won't say anything."
"Thanks." Schu reached out in front of him, as the younger boy moved closer to him, engaging him in a hug. Farfarello rarely hugged anyone, so this was certainly a sign that he was indeed very worried about his older team mate.
