Hey every one! Asuka-Chan here, this is as far as I've written so far! This is my idea of how Farf lost his eye. It's slightly depressing, but out of context it's sorta humorous. Brad goes OOC once thanks to his perfectionist nature. I also have begun the introduction to when the story becomes a Fushigi Yugi cross over with Weiss Kruez. The Fic is going to start getting a bit more serious from here on out. And don't worry about those annoying extra characters. I only like Colonel Mustard. Kotori can burn in Hell. I'll get rid of them eventually! Promise! Oh and by the way I'm SOOO SORRY Nagi is so pathetic! Please forgive me!

Fic Title: Schweiss (I didn't originally know this meant sweat. So don't think I just used it as a tool to lure all you other fangirls who are thinking dirty thoughts! ^_~)

Author: Asuka Murase

Genre: Umm.. I haven't done this in a long time so I don't quite know. the flash back is pretty dramatic. Let's say drama/Humor

Warnings: none that I can think of.

Disclaimer: I don't own any rights to Weiss Kruez or any related characters or logo's. Clue and all related characters and logo's are trademarks of Hasbro and Parker Brothers

Spoilers: if you didn't know Farfie had an eye patch. or who he was. well you got some issues! And btw this idea of how he lost his eye is all mine and not based on much of anything.

Rating: PG for that tiny bit of disturbing-ness on HOW he lost his eye.

Chapter 7: Farfie and "Play-Place"

Schu stopped the car and hopped out, he ran around to the other side of the car to help out Brad, who had already begun to slide out. Schu stuck his arm around Brad's waist and walked him to the door. Ran followed closely behind, and behind him, Nagi, Ken and Farf all talked amongst themselves about what they did in Longs.

"What happened?" Brad asked with dramatic curiosity, looking around the house. The doors shined, the floors shined, the air smelled fresh, the couches were stainless, the list of improvements went on and on. "Whoever did this, I have to kiss you."

"It was me," Graham said standing back, "but please don't kiss me."

"Sure, I won't kiss you. THANK YOU SO MUCH!" Brad lunged forward and glomped Graham with all of his might, taking him to the ground, "Thanks though, a clean house means a lot."

"No problem, it was Kotori and Yuriko who did a lot of it though," Graham said modestly. Graham was normally modest, but always helpful, although most of the people in the household thought of him as a potentially insane man.

Brad quickly stood up rather dramatically and moved over to the couch. He then lay down easing slowly into the groove he had made over the past two years. He looked at Nagi with a look of expectation. Nagi looked confusedly toward Brad. He then jumped, as he realized what he still had not done. He quickly ran out of the room.

Brad looked over to Farf, "Paper?" Farf ran into the kitchen, grabbed the evening post, and ran back into the room handing it to Brad. Brad then looked over at Schu, who was already down at Brad's feet, taking off his shoes. "Thank you Schu, at least one of these people remembers." He let out a sigh and sank into a sleep.

Nagi entered the room, "Here's your slippers Brad." He looked over at Kotori, Yuriko, and Graham, "What's with the guy lying knocked out on the floor?"

Yuriko looked at Kotori, Kotori looked at Yuriko. Both of them smiled and looked back at Nagi and tilted their heads.

"I know you guys did it, now fess up."

Yuriko finally gave in and told Nagi that she did it, and how. "You mean to tell me you did that in a single blow?"

"Y-yeah."

"Wow."

Nagi turned around and went over to Brad, and sat on the floor. Turning on the TV he saw report on the Parker brothers.

"Although these men were fairly unknown, the amounts of money that they had possession of is phenomenal. The libraries and rooms in this mansion were huge. Along with the deaths of the Parker Brothers, (the two eccentric billionaires who owned this mansion) and Milton and Bradley (multimillionaire business partners) this man was found inside, who appeared to be strangled, after being gagged and bound." The screen showed pictures of all of the men, including the Mr. Green character.

Ran and Ken sat on the doorstep of the shop, there wasn't a person around. They looked up at the pink sky and watched the sunset. Ran finally spoke to break the silence, "Do you know anything about the book, The Universe of the Four Gods?"

"Nah, haven't a clue, sorry Aya," Ken said.

"Well I'd like to find out what the heck is going on with it, because it is confusing me." Ran said.

"You want to read it?" Ken suggested.

"No, I have a feeling that it isn't safe to read it, I don't know, I just don't feel safe."

* * *

"What on earth are you going on about?" Ms. Peacock asked.

"What are you talking about?" Schu asked defensively.

"You're all watching the tellie. I was trying to make my tea, and you're all in here making a fuss. OH MY GOODNESS! THAT'S THE MAN WHO TRIED TO LOOK DOWN MY SHIRT! THAT PRICK!" Ms. Peacock screamed in shock.

"Well why don't you sit down and watch?" Farf asked offering the spot next to him.

Ran and Ken entered the house, Ran was still holding his book, he didn't know what to do with it, but he assumed he would find out eventually. They both walked to the spot in front of the TV and lied down and watched with great interest.

Suddenly the screen went blank.

The screen lit up again showing a picture of Persia, "Men of Schweiss. yes Schweiss, that's what you shall be called from now on. This is your latest target," the screen shot to a picture of a red headed clown in yellow, white, and red clothing. Farf glanced up to see who it was and dropped his knife. He looked in terror at the screen. Every hair on his horrified body stood on end, as he sat there staring in shock at the screen.

"Oh, my. oh my.. G-G-G. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Farf scrambled to his feet and ran out of the room, "NOT HIM! NOT HIIIIIIM! WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE! THIS IS THE END!"

Persia looked at Farf as he ran out, "So I guess Farf is out."

"If you say so Persia. I guess," Brad dramatically.

* * *

"Farf?" Ken put his head around the corner, "What's wrong man?"

"N-n-n-n-noth-nothing." Farfarello said rocking back and forth on the floor of his room, it was padded with cushions along the walls. Along the walls were murals of intricate designs of crosses burning, and a large man with a beard who either resembled God or Santa Claus in different forms of ancient torture. On the floor sat a black Crayola crayon.

"Farf, I know it's more than nothing. something is bothering you, what?" Ken asked in a concerned manner.

"That man. it's him," Farf said with a shudder in his voice.

"What man? Who is he?" Ken asked sticking his arm around Farfarello.

"The man on the screen. Ronald McDonald, it is he, who did this to me," Farf pulled up his eye patch to reveal a rather large lumpy scar over his eye.

Ken winced at the site of the mass of flesh. He had never seen a scar look so horrible. He wondered what could possibly have happened to Farfie during his childhood to cause such a horrible scar. He looked closer, and he could see a small slit where Farf's eye would presumably be. A small drop of water leaked out of the slit.

"Ken, please just hold me," Farf asked as Ken put his other arm around his chest. "Thank you for being here Ken, it means a lot to me."

"Sure," Ken said not really paying attention, he was holding somebody that Ran once despised, had Ran walked in and see him holding Farf like this, he was bound to pitch a fit. Ken however, didn't seem to care at the moment. His main concern was with the misunderstood man he held in his arms. Farf soon fell asleep in the comfort of Ken's presence.

Ken attempted to lay Farf on his floor, but Farf clung to Ken's shirt and would not let go. Eventually, Ken gave up and lay down next to Farfarello. Soon, Ken's eyelids began to weigh more and more, progressively becoming harder to keep up. Ken soon found himself in a deep sleep.

Although Ken seemed to not be dreaming, Farf most certainly was.

* * *

Hundreds of round surfaces pushed against him. He was attempting to get to the light, however the other children and the terrain of the area seemed to not agree with the idea. He forced his way through, making his way closer and closer to the exit, his ticket to freedom. He then found he was being bombarded with small colored balls. He picked one up, identified the child that was throwing them at him and threw it as hard as he possibly could. The child was hit between the eyes and sank into the sea of color not to be seen for some time.

The light was getting closer; he would reach it soon. The light then disappeared. A lone girl stood in front of it, the very thing that had kept him going, the very thought that had kept him from going insane in this horrible torture chamber was that light, and now a girl blocked the way. He reached for her ankle and cast her into the waves of plastic spheres.

He had reached the light. He pulled himself out. Now if only he could remember the way he initially came in. the southern way led to another room resembling the chamber he had just previously been in. He decided it would be wiser to go in the northern direction and brave the unknown. He began to walk forward, the sounds of screaming children echoed through the corridor. "This place must be where all bad children go," he thought to himself with a frightened expression.

He reached a tube, he would have to climb through it, there was no way to go over it, going under would lead to his almost certain demise. Going through the pipe was the only option. He climbed through, on the other end there was a large net like surface, he took a step onto it and collapsed. What was this contraption? Was this designed to prevent his escape? He attempted to stand, it seemed to be a rather loose net, and not at all what it appeared to be. He climbed slowly up the net until he reached yet another tube, climbing over it was an option this time. However he would have to grab onto some poles that did not look sturdy.

He reached for the pole, it broke away from its screw making a rather loud noise. He could hear it sliding down until there was a sudden thud and the noise stopped. His option of getting over the pipe was no longer there; he would have to brave the piping. A voice came from behind him.

"Come on kid! Just go down the slide!"

Farfarello turned and gave him a glare, the child noticed that this was the same boy that pelted him in the head. The child backed away slowly until finally turning and running from him.

Farf gave one large heave and slid down the slide, he could see the light at the end. It was getting closer to him, closer, and even closer. Until he finally reached his destination and walked away from the complex that had trapped him for the last half an hour. He looked up and saw a large pipe sticking out of the fortress of hell. The pole stuck out just above the fortress' sign that read "Play-place". The opposite end of the pole was lodged into the head of a large redheaded statue. The pole appeared to be forcing the statue to lean foreword.

Farfarello began to search for the nun who had brought him there He found he could not remember her name. His mind was too preoccupied with what the purpose of "Play-place" was, and what would become of the red headed statue.

Farf had reached the door into another main complex when he heard a low whining sound. He turned around to see what it was when he saw something that would traumatize him for the rest of his life: The statue was falling directly towards him. He quickly pulled on the door into the building, he pulled and pulled, but the door would not move. He then began to pound on the door, as pieces of cement flew into the air as the bolts holding down the statue were stripped from their original places.

As he pounded the door slid open. He ran inside screaming, "The statue! It's trying to catch me for escaping the place for bad children!"

All the people in the restaurant looked at Farfarello in great confusion. They then saw what Farf was pointing at and dove below the tables. Farf stared at the statue as it came closer, he could see the eyes, so cold and lacking any conscience all the while so alive and menacing. Then he saw the hand, waving forever beckoning children to come into his hell hole torture chamber; where rooms were filled with plastic balls so diabolic in design only Satan himself could have constructed them.

Then there was no sound. There were no noises, no screams, and no shattering glass, there was only the sight. Millions of glass shards flew into the air, but one in particular Farf could see quite clearly, and it would be the last thing he saw with his eye, it flew directly into it and ripped the lens of his eye in two, putting pressure on his retina as well.

There was redness, and a feeling of being wet, soaked in some sort of liquid. There was the smell of blood at his nose. There was then a swirl of color as it all began to fade away.

There was blackness, the world seemed to shatter into pieces, the people melted away and the pain seemed to blow away like dust in the wind.

* * *

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Farf sat up directly and began to breathe heavily, looking around for any glass whatsoever, making sure all was safe. He then noticed the look of shock on Ken's face as he began to scoot away towards the door. "It was only a dream Ken, don't worry." Farf let out a sigh and went over to pat Ken on the head.

Ken stood up, "Aya. er. Ran will be a bit worried. I'm going to go." Ken left shaking off the sudden jolt and burst of noise.

Farf sat alone in his room afraid and unaware of what Ken's thoughts might be filled with.

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