Yes. Yes, I am being naughty, starting another fic, when I promised I'd be working on my first, but…
*wails* I HAD TO GET THIS OUT OF MY HEAD!!!! IT WON'T STOP BUGGING ME!!!
I know a lot about Sailor Moon, both manga and anime-wise (though I'm by no means an expert), and though I know little about Weiss Kreuz, I find Farfarello absolutely fascinating. (I must have some sort of fetish for people with silver hair *smile*)
So I did a lot of research on him, to portray him in the best way, yet in a way I could be comfortable in. I've decided on the cold, smart Farfarello, though whether he's insane or just eerily creepy, I haven't quite decided yet.
Disclaimer: Yes I do admit I do not own neither of these magnificent works, but it's great fun borrowing them. If I ever get around to drawing my own manga, than maybe we can trade. But till then… *sigh* I'll have to settle for loaning them from their respective owners.
Authors note: I might be stepping on a lot of toes when writing this, but I'm sure Farfarello would forgive me. After all, there's going to be a whole lot of blasphemy in later chapters. Usagi… Hell! Usagi forgives everyone!!!
So enjoy!!
"…" – speaking
'…' - thinking
The Fallen Ones
Chapter 8: Till he finds his Serenity…
"What's behind that door, mama?"
"Don't you _ever_ go there, Serenity. That's a bad door. There are bad things hiding there…"
***
The Lunarian's were silent, head resting against head, wings folding in on the other, offering comfort and protection from their surroundings.
Nagi thought it made a sweet sight. The only problem was wrapping his head around the thought of 'sweet' and 'Farfarello' being in the same sentence.
"Are we done yet," came Schuldig's whine. It felt like they'd been standing in the park for hours, but it couldn't be more than 2:30 AM at the latest.
Yohji sidled up to the whining redhead, cuffing him over the head in annoyance. "Shut your trap, Red, you're supposed to be an adult."
Both Omi and Ken had sat down on the ground ages ago, Omi slightly leaning against Ken, dozing.
Crawford had no problems standing as stoic as normal, arms crossed as his eyes, half lidded, viewed the makeshift crew. He seemed content, being the silent observer, much as Aya was doing, though he didn't glare near as much as the violet eyed redhead.
The quiet shift of wind was all the warning the group had, before two angels landed in their midst.
Soft shoes and bare feet landed on the grass, barely making any noise. Black silken robes and pants, light as clouds, mingled with lacy white tresses, as the two straightened, folding their wings.
The two Lunarian's stood together, facing the rest, as if awaiting judgement. Serenity's face remained calm, her face seemingly shifting between two personalities, one a neutral cool, the dignified royal, the other, 'the child', gazing at them with open interest. Farfarello on the other hand…
"What?" the Irishman said testily as the group ogled the pair. He was standing, arms crossed, one step in front of Serenity, his single eye fastened on his rival, who was returning the glare a hundred fold.
"Well come on, Farfie, it's not every day we see you with wings," Schuldig drawled, slinging his arm around the Irishman's neck. A lazy glance from the Lunari had him backing off more quickly than a glare.
Serenity stepped closer, slipping into his personal space as her hands wrapped around his arm to gain his attention. The fact that the German redhead had shifted his attentions, and was now gazing rather intently at her with a rather unsettling smirk might be why the Irishman let her.
"Farfarello?" she asked, eyeing the humans.
The humans in Schwarz shifted uncomfortably as a golden eye swept over them, lingering particularly long on Crawford and Schuldig, before it returned to its previous perch, matching glares with Aya. His arm was extracted from Serenity's grip, without loosing focus of the redhead as he spoke, "We leave."
The words seemed to lift some heavy veil of pressure, easing them as soon as they left the previous Irishman's lips. Had they all been that tense? Had all this been so much more nerve-racking than a normal gig?
Aya was the first to turn. His black coat, ever present on assignments, billowed as he strode towards the exit, eager to leave Schwarz.
The rest were more reluctant, both not wanting to turn their backs on the rival group and curious as to what would happen to the supernatural entities in their presence; but as their unvoiced leader stopped midway, glancing pointedly at them before resuming his stride, they took the hint and began hesitantly to follow.
"Abyssinian."
The voice was cold, quiet, but not one to be ignored; and at the tenseness of the redheads shoulders as he halted, Aya obviously knew this.
Farfarello was staring with a strange new intensity at his docile companion, giving no sign of having spoken. A thoughtful frown marred his face that bled away to a neutral blankness at the calm gaze he received in return. Whatever he had been searching for was not there; she was radiating pure innocence and naiveness, an aura of childish trust.
Not breaking his hold of the moon child he turned towards his rival.
"Let her stay, Abyssinian."
Aya began walking again. He would not be ruled by a madman. That he was an angel didn't matter. He was Schwarz. That was enough.
"Ran."
Aya froze. The rest stared on, confused. Who was 'Ran'? Why would Farfarello calling that make Aya stop?
"I can fix her, Ran. You can be with Aya-chan again…"
The air stilled, holding its breath. The scent of blood intensified as the groups waited.
The redhead inclined his head minutely and began walking again as a beatific smile spread across the moon maidens pale features, surrounded by echoes of protests. To allow Serenity sanctuary in their very home would be to invite disaster, for surly as the thunder followed lightning, the darkangel would follow her. Farfarello and Serenity were bound together. Forever.
"We'll fall together, Farfarello…"
"You can't be serious?!!" "Where would we put them?!!" "Are you _sure_, Aya?" were all ignored as the redhead vanished into the darkness, slowing down only enough for the winged ones to keep him within sight as he manoeuvred among the corpses.
"Weiss?!!!" exclaimed Schuldig incredulously, though whether from surprised bewilderment or disgust was debatable; watching Farfarello glide after the Weiss-leader, wings fading into nothingness with each step, his partner shadowing him silently.
"Aye," floated back the answer, as molten amber fixed briefly on them with cold disdain. "You do not think me stupid enough to leave her in YOUR care, did you?"
Apparently he had as the only retort the telepath could come up with was a disappointed pout, watching the girl eye him curiously before clasping hands with her guardian in defiance.
"Farfarello," the oldest one spoke up, taking charge, "Do not forget where your loyalties lie. You are bound by contract to Estet, till death. They would not let you go."
Whether meant as a cautioning warning or as a veiled threat, Crawford's words gained no further reaction other than mere amusement from the scarred teen as he continued walking away into the shadows.
"'Till Farfarello finds his Serenity, he will serve Estet', that was the creed of my contract, that was the promise I made; word for word…"
A contract that could be so easily misinterpreted when spoken by a madman…
A formulation overlooked in the presence of supposed insanity…
Estet had demanded a contract to the death, and Farfarello had promised them only what he could offer… until he could find his precious Serenity, he would stay. But Farfarello's serenity was not the 'peace of death' as they had thought, the final resting place of the spirit, but the name of a flesh and blood being, an angel more pure in spirit than ever found before.
Farfarello's contract had come to an end, and the mighty Estet had been duped.
He had won this time, hadn't he, Crawford mused as Farfarello left the park, the echo of harsh laughter disappearing with the fading figures. But Farfarello cannot always win, he thought with smiling wonder, as the maiden looked back upon the park one last time, her laughter tinkling like bells as she blew a kiss towards them before they left. And as the silver dust rained down upon the people, the park came back to life. Like magic.
Only in a corner, by a smiling angel statue, lay a child as if in sleep. But then… she had wanted to die. That was Farfarello's gift…
***
"Are you hiding from the bad things?"
"Bad things?"
"Yes, my mama told me about them. They were supposed to be behind this door…"
"…"
"I…" shiver " But there are bad things on mama's side too…"
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Praeceps:
Yes, yes… Boring little filler chapter that snaps up a few loose ends before moving to the next stage of the story. Etc etc…
Meanwhile, you are getting a whee bit more clued in on their past, but of course not enough!!
What, you didn't expect me to leave poor innocent naïve Serenity in the clutches of Schuldig or Crawford. Yohji is bad enough…('Jocking' ducks tomatoes.) Actually, They are not the bad guys, and I need them somewhere else, but return they will!!!
I like the bit where Serenity revives the people anyway… heh. Oooh and where Farfarello gets to play telepath.
And don't forget: Italics part is from their shared past (which will become obvious as time goes by)
Ooc-ness is… oh hell, tough shit, their staying that way!!!
Oh! And any spelling mistakes can be blamed on incompetent English teachers, and/or my spell-check program, because I, myself, am PERFECT!!! ;-P (and when I say perfect, I MEAN perfect. My daddy said so ;-)
If you have any questions about the story that you find unclear, I will do my best to answer them, as long as I deem them of no harm to my present plot-line.
