Warnings: Original character. Some episode spoilers. Mainly original plot,
not interfering with the plot of the anime. I really don't like having to
use all the details of the anime series for my stories. Angst and gore.
Blood and lots of language....Umm and other stuff. Yeah.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own, nor will I ever own, Weiss Kreuz. Thankies.
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Chapter 1: Silence Speaks
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Drip. Drip. Drip.
The sound of blood hitting water was oh so intoxicating, as if when a shark first catches a whiff of the vital substance, they are immediately struck with the urge to seek out the source of such a beautiful smell.
The bath water was tainted red, saturated with the claret colored liquid as it continued it's sweet melody.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
"Farfarello! What the hell is taking you so god damn long?" A fist pounded on the door as Schuldigs voice broke over the steady rhythm the blood presented, "I need to take a shower already! You've been in there for over two hours!"
Pain. Where was it? Where had it gone? Why couldn't he feel his lifes essance slowly draining from the long, jagged cut down his forearm. Why did pain escape him? Why couldn't he feel the frigid tempature of the bathwater he resided in? Where was his sense of touch? Who had stolen his right to hurt?
"I'm going to break down the damn door if you're not out in 1 minute!"
Ripples crinkled across the shimmering, red reflecting depths of the water he so bathed in, the tall male standing with a splash. Lower body, from the scrawny waist, down each long pillar, was stained the crimson hue, water droplets trailing down his scar ridden figurine.
He stepped over the side of the tub, feet smearing signature markings across the ivory floor, steady hands reaching for a soft white towel to wrap around his waist. With that done, the irishman headed for the door, opening it and passing the annoyed Schuldig.
"All yours."
"It's about damn time."
It took only mere moments for the yell to penetrate the whole house hold, "FARFARELLO! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU!? DON'T BLEED YOURSELF IN MY TUB!"
He didn't hear a word said. No. He was already asleep, if what you call a dreamless coma really sleep.
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"Ohaiyo Sarahsan!" Omi granted the female a broad smile as she stepped into the store.
"Ohaiyo Omikun!" She in turn smiled back, presenting him with brilliant ivories, "If Kenkun around?"
"Nah. Today's his day off. He went off to coah a soccer game. Do you want to leave him a message?"
"Iie." She walked up to the counter and leaned forward, "Omikun, do you happen to have any gentians left?"
"Hai. You're not going to...."
"Of course I am! I'll take all of them." She set a bunch of money upon the counter and smiled her sweetest smile, "Make sure Kenkun get's them all, neh?"
"Nani? Again? He lives in a flower store! He has access to all the flowers he wants!"
"Yeah, he does. But none as special as ones from me. Don't you agree Omikun?"
"H...Hai." The honey brown haired teen sighed, "I'll make sure he get's them all."
"Arigatou!" With that, the chocolate brown haired, fifteen year old flounced out of the store, grin plastered on her young face.
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"Where are you going?" Crawford glanced up from his newspaper as Farfarello headed for the door.
"Out." Was the reply.
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"Ah, Sarahchan. Nice to see you again!" The raven haired priest welcomed the girl whole heartedly.
"Same. How are you Father Miyu?"
"Never better on this beautiful day!"
"That it is indeed. Is there anyone else here?"
"No. I'm afraid it's rather dead today. Do you wish to be left alone?"
"Hai."
"Alright." The black robed male vanished into another room, final wave given behind him.
The slender femme curled up upon the nearest, red cushioned chair and sighed, head rested against the wooden armrest alongside the aisle way. Golden brown eyes surveyed the large, stain glass structure in the front of the church, behind the pew. Her nose wrinkled.
"Why is it that I come here?"
When she got no answer, despite the fact she was not expecting one, she rolled over and opted to stare at the ceiling.
"My mother always came here. Is that it? Do I feel closer to her here? Yet, the very fact that I am here makes me what to puke. How can I reach such an equilibrium between that of which I love, and that of which I hate?"
She curled her arms underneath her head and yawned loudly, eyes closing, "Everday. I'm here everyday. It's annoying really, how this has been built into my routine. Believe me, if I felt that I could stop, I really would. I have no faith in this so called religion."
"Why?"
Her eyes opened at the unfamiliar voice so close to her, only to catch sight of one enrapturing amber occuli. She let loose a yelp and tumbled off the bench and onto the floor with a grunt, rolling and casting herself to her feet.
The male advanced, "Why?"
She took a step back with every step he took forward, brown eyes widening, before choosing to narrow in return, "Who are you?"
"Sarahchan, are you alright? I thought I heard a yell." Father Miyu had dashed into the room, and soon caught sight of the scar clad behemoth, "Who are you? Step away from her!"
The pale skin colored facade turned to face the priest, drawing to a towering, upright position. "She said she has no faith. Do you?"
"Nani? Of course I do! What else is there to hold faith in?"
"Why?"
"Because I believe in God, and that he is one that guides us, helps us, teaches us....."
He was cut off by a psychotic laugh, "Helps you? Guides you? What about steals from you? Hurts you? Kills you? How do you explain all the death in this world? The war? The famine?"
"They....They are just ways God uses to teach us lessons!" The priest was growing nervous, due to the fact the tall and lanky irishman had cornered him, and was drawing closer.
"What beautiful lessons. Seems like yours has arrived."
"Father Miyu!" Sarah let loose a yell and lunged forward as the priest doubled over with a gurgle, blood dribbling from his mouth, knife imbedded through his stomach and deep into the wall. With a cough, his eyes lolled over and his body grew slack, pinned up like some horrific doll.
"You son of a bitch!" She lunged at the irishman, fist thrown to connect with his stomach. It was caught by his own. In frustration, her other hand was sent, only to have it ensnared as well. He slammed her up against the wall, face lowering down to hers.
"Why?"
She struggled against his grasp, leg kicking out and making full contact with his groin. When he registered no pain, her eyes widened and she tried again, only to be prevented as his body leaned up against hers,pinning her completely to the wall. Amber eyes met the deeper gold, and he repeated his question once again.
"Why?"
"He took away my mother!" She spat into his face, chest heaving in fury, eyes swelling in looming tears, "He took away my mother! That fucking asshole took her away from me!"
Farfarello gave no reply, nor indicated the words had even reached his ears, pale face remaining a cool indifference. With one swift movement, he slammed her head against the wall, effectively knocking the lithe nymphet out cold.
---***---(TBC)
Not the best, I admit, but it's ok. Feel free to review if you wish. You can flame. I don't take it well, but you are welcome to. Please tell me exactly what you think. If you hate original characters, I'm sorry. It's just, this story needed one in order to work. Thank you all!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own, nor will I ever own, Weiss Kreuz. Thankies.
---***---
Chapter 1: Silence Speaks
---***---
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The sound of blood hitting water was oh so intoxicating, as if when a shark first catches a whiff of the vital substance, they are immediately struck with the urge to seek out the source of such a beautiful smell.
The bath water was tainted red, saturated with the claret colored liquid as it continued it's sweet melody.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
"Farfarello! What the hell is taking you so god damn long?" A fist pounded on the door as Schuldigs voice broke over the steady rhythm the blood presented, "I need to take a shower already! You've been in there for over two hours!"
Pain. Where was it? Where had it gone? Why couldn't he feel his lifes essance slowly draining from the long, jagged cut down his forearm. Why did pain escape him? Why couldn't he feel the frigid tempature of the bathwater he resided in? Where was his sense of touch? Who had stolen his right to hurt?
"I'm going to break down the damn door if you're not out in 1 minute!"
Ripples crinkled across the shimmering, red reflecting depths of the water he so bathed in, the tall male standing with a splash. Lower body, from the scrawny waist, down each long pillar, was stained the crimson hue, water droplets trailing down his scar ridden figurine.
He stepped over the side of the tub, feet smearing signature markings across the ivory floor, steady hands reaching for a soft white towel to wrap around his waist. With that done, the irishman headed for the door, opening it and passing the annoyed Schuldig.
"All yours."
"It's about damn time."
It took only mere moments for the yell to penetrate the whole house hold, "FARFARELLO! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU!? DON'T BLEED YOURSELF IN MY TUB!"
He didn't hear a word said. No. He was already asleep, if what you call a dreamless coma really sleep.
---***---
"Ohaiyo Sarahsan!" Omi granted the female a broad smile as she stepped into the store.
"Ohaiyo Omikun!" She in turn smiled back, presenting him with brilliant ivories, "If Kenkun around?"
"Nah. Today's his day off. He went off to coah a soccer game. Do you want to leave him a message?"
"Iie." She walked up to the counter and leaned forward, "Omikun, do you happen to have any gentians left?"
"Hai. You're not going to...."
"Of course I am! I'll take all of them." She set a bunch of money upon the counter and smiled her sweetest smile, "Make sure Kenkun get's them all, neh?"
"Nani? Again? He lives in a flower store! He has access to all the flowers he wants!"
"Yeah, he does. But none as special as ones from me. Don't you agree Omikun?"
"H...Hai." The honey brown haired teen sighed, "I'll make sure he get's them all."
"Arigatou!" With that, the chocolate brown haired, fifteen year old flounced out of the store, grin plastered on her young face.
---***---
"Where are you going?" Crawford glanced up from his newspaper as Farfarello headed for the door.
"Out." Was the reply.
---***---
"Ah, Sarahchan. Nice to see you again!" The raven haired priest welcomed the girl whole heartedly.
"Same. How are you Father Miyu?"
"Never better on this beautiful day!"
"That it is indeed. Is there anyone else here?"
"No. I'm afraid it's rather dead today. Do you wish to be left alone?"
"Hai."
"Alright." The black robed male vanished into another room, final wave given behind him.
The slender femme curled up upon the nearest, red cushioned chair and sighed, head rested against the wooden armrest alongside the aisle way. Golden brown eyes surveyed the large, stain glass structure in the front of the church, behind the pew. Her nose wrinkled.
"Why is it that I come here?"
When she got no answer, despite the fact she was not expecting one, she rolled over and opted to stare at the ceiling.
"My mother always came here. Is that it? Do I feel closer to her here? Yet, the very fact that I am here makes me what to puke. How can I reach such an equilibrium between that of which I love, and that of which I hate?"
She curled her arms underneath her head and yawned loudly, eyes closing, "Everday. I'm here everyday. It's annoying really, how this has been built into my routine. Believe me, if I felt that I could stop, I really would. I have no faith in this so called religion."
"Why?"
Her eyes opened at the unfamiliar voice so close to her, only to catch sight of one enrapturing amber occuli. She let loose a yelp and tumbled off the bench and onto the floor with a grunt, rolling and casting herself to her feet.
The male advanced, "Why?"
She took a step back with every step he took forward, brown eyes widening, before choosing to narrow in return, "Who are you?"
"Sarahchan, are you alright? I thought I heard a yell." Father Miyu had dashed into the room, and soon caught sight of the scar clad behemoth, "Who are you? Step away from her!"
The pale skin colored facade turned to face the priest, drawing to a towering, upright position. "She said she has no faith. Do you?"
"Nani? Of course I do! What else is there to hold faith in?"
"Why?"
"Because I believe in God, and that he is one that guides us, helps us, teaches us....."
He was cut off by a psychotic laugh, "Helps you? Guides you? What about steals from you? Hurts you? Kills you? How do you explain all the death in this world? The war? The famine?"
"They....They are just ways God uses to teach us lessons!" The priest was growing nervous, due to the fact the tall and lanky irishman had cornered him, and was drawing closer.
"What beautiful lessons. Seems like yours has arrived."
"Father Miyu!" Sarah let loose a yell and lunged forward as the priest doubled over with a gurgle, blood dribbling from his mouth, knife imbedded through his stomach and deep into the wall. With a cough, his eyes lolled over and his body grew slack, pinned up like some horrific doll.
"You son of a bitch!" She lunged at the irishman, fist thrown to connect with his stomach. It was caught by his own. In frustration, her other hand was sent, only to have it ensnared as well. He slammed her up against the wall, face lowering down to hers.
"Why?"
She struggled against his grasp, leg kicking out and making full contact with his groin. When he registered no pain, her eyes widened and she tried again, only to be prevented as his body leaned up against hers,pinning her completely to the wall. Amber eyes met the deeper gold, and he repeated his question once again.
"Why?"
"He took away my mother!" She spat into his face, chest heaving in fury, eyes swelling in looming tears, "He took away my mother! That fucking asshole took her away from me!"
Farfarello gave no reply, nor indicated the words had even reached his ears, pale face remaining a cool indifference. With one swift movement, he slammed her head against the wall, effectively knocking the lithe nymphet out cold.
---***---(TBC)
Not the best, I admit, but it's ok. Feel free to review if you wish. You can flame. I don't take it well, but you are welcome to. Please tell me exactly what you think. If you hate original characters, I'm sorry. It's just, this story needed one in order to work. Thank you all!