Yes. Sarah is a weakling. Despite some military training, and seeming to be
rather vicious at times, she's very quick to give up. You'll find out why
later on. You'll also find out why Brad allowed Farfarello to keep her :P
---***--- Chapter 4: Blue Eyed Angels ---***---
It seemed like hours had passed before Farfarello finally entered the room, but in reality, it had been only ten minutes at most. She had been dreading his return, and the stress was beginning to take its toll on her. She jerked as the door opened, hazel eyes glancing to see the ivorn haired male slip in. He was carrying with him a small, plain white bag, that jingled with the slightest movement.
She cringed against the wall as he made his way towards her, brawny figurine kneeling and commanding aloud, "Turn around."
"W....Why?"
"Now."
She did as told, body tense and ready to flee if anything painful should come out of this. She heard the jingle and then watched as a thick, black collar was draped about her neck and pulled tight. As she went to protest, his knee slammed against her back and he pinned her to the wall.
Ivorn digits carefully clasped the collar snugly around her neck, a bit too tight for her standards, before taking a tiny silver lock from the bag as well, locking it through a hole of the thick nylon, and around the silver clasp, making it nearly impossible to remove.
He leaned back and allowed her to move, Sarahs first inclination to reach up and feel the item. She frowned as her fingers carressed the lock, and turned around. The berserker smiled, dangled the keys infront of her, and then promptly swallowed them.
Her jaw dropped.
"You can go now."
She blinked at him in confusion.
"Go. Free. Roam the house. You can't escape with that thing on. I can hear the jingle, and it has a tracking device installed."
Sure enough, as she stumbled to her feet, the two bells attached on the collar rang loud, and she winced, fingers lightly clawing at the wretched object of possession. She came across the tag attached and glanced down to read the two words scrawled in it: Farfarello Koneko.
She turned and fled from the room, the chime of chuckling bells following her. The laughter of the devil nipping at her heels.
---***---
"And where do you think you're going?" Crawford stood before the girl, arms crossed before his chest, crinkling his newly pressed vanilla suit. He had caught her in the process of trying to find an escape route. Damn those bells!
"Ummm...Exploring?"
"Don't lie to me."
She narrowed her eyes, figure seething in anger. Oh how she hated this man, the one whom condemned her to this household. She blamed him for the pain that radiated from her bandaged and bloody arm. She blamed him for the uncomfortable fit of the collar she could not remove.
"I'm leaving."
"What makes you think I'll allow such an action?"
Without a word of warning, she lunged at him, flinging a fist for his gut. He caught it in his left hand, and his right came up to smack her squarely across the cheek.
Sarah's head was flung to the side, sharp, needle like pinpricks of pain dancing across her flesh. The small girl fell back, petite hand to her face, eyes narrowed at the stoic man. Her vision was obscured within moments by the firm implantation of Nagi between them.
"Stop it Crawford. She's been hurt enough."
"Are you giving me an order?" The older American grinned, sadistic touch curling at the edges of his fine lips.
"Hai."
"As you wish." And oddly enough, he dismissed it with a wave of his hand, vanishing curtly behind the nearest corner.
Nagi, somewhat confused in having won the battle, turned around to face the rather distressed femme. He eyed her newly aquired collar with much displeasure, before finally coming to the conclusion that he could do nothing about it.
"Follow me."
Rather reluctantly, the female abandoned her quest for escape, and followed the young telekinetic. For some reason, she felt rather safe around the same aged male, and, after all, he had just saved her from that asshole Crawford.
Nagi pushed open the door to his room and allowed her to enter first, before closing it behind him. She took a quick surveillance of his living quarters, dully noting the lack of funiture, or bright colors. White walls. White desk, white bed, white chair. She found the room quite boring compared to her own poster plastered, clothes strewn excuse of a room.
He drifted past her and slipped idly upon his bed, sitting near the edge of it, his feet upon the ground. He gestured beside him, "You can sit if you wish."
Although hesitant, she did as suggested and took a seat next to him, left hand dully tracing over her bandaged right arm. They needed to be changed, for blood was beginning to seep through, crimson stains spreading across the length of white.
"You've been here two days, and I have yet to introduce myself formally. I am Nagi Naoe. Yourself?"
"Sarah....." She whispered, voice a bit strained. Right hand came up to finger the collar, and Nagi shot it a sharp glance as it jingled.
"I don't understand this...."
"Understand what?" She shot him an interested glance, and the blue-eyed teen shifted his gaze towards the door.
"Crawford is not the type of person to allow this. I know how he despises humans, as Schuldig and Farfarello do. Even I sometimes find myself hating them, but then I realize I technically AM them."
"I'm confused. Who are you guys?"
"We're known as Schwarz, an assassin group with talents." He glanced towards her to search for some sort of reaction, and yet he found none.
"Assassin group eh? You don't seem like that kind of a person, Nagisan. What sort of talents?" She was still, persistantly, yet loosely, clawing at the collar constricting her nape.
"Crawford is a precog, meaning he has the ability to see the future. Schuldig is a telepath, and Farfarello cannot feel pain. I, myself, am telekinetic."
"Oh. I see. That's how you like, floated me down the hallway, and how that redhead spoke to me at night, and knew my name."
"He spoke to you?"
"Yes. I woke up from a dream, and he checked up on me, and then earlier today, he took me for a walk into your garden. He told me you crafted it."
"Hai..." Nagi was slightly stunned at her news. Schuldig, checking on her? Taking her for a walk?
"It was beautiful. I wish I could have stayed longer, but he was uncomfortable. He didn't like the red carnations. He hated them."
"He said that?"
"No."
"Then.....how do you--" Nagi's voice was cut off as his door opened and Schuldig popped his head in.
"There you are!" The redhead smirked and leaned against the frame of the door, "Farfie told me he let you loose to roam." He eyed the collar around her neck, "Nice accessory."
"If you like it so much, you can have it." She spit.
"Ouch. So hostile. And here I was, just about to offer you and Nagikins some food." He paused, blue eyes glittering with mischief, "But if you're going to be mean to me, I'll just have to eat all of it myself."
"Iya! Matte!" She yelped as he began to turn his back and leave. The German glanced over his shoulder, grinning that wicked smile.
"Yes?"
"G...Gomen.... It's just...." She sighed and lowered her gaze.
"Aww. I was just joking kiddo. C'mon. I made some sandwiches for us all." He vanished from the doorway.
As Nagi slid off to follow, so did she, trailing behind the telekinetic. A wave of confusion drifted over her form. Why were these two so nice to her?
It was like being in prison, and getting first class treatment. Atleast, with these two.
With Farfarello, hell was there, watching, snickering, and gleefully tugging at the bottom of her feet, gaping maw opening to consume her lithe form, should she let it. However, what was this place but hell itself, one side full of flowers, the other full of fire.
After two days, she was already giving up hope of escape. With this collar, whatever hope remained, flew away with every damn jingle of it's bells. The tattling call that signaled her defeat.
---***---(TBC)
Yawn. Yes, that was a very crappy ending, but I lost inspiration. Please review! PLEASE! x.x
---***--- Chapter 4: Blue Eyed Angels ---***---
It seemed like hours had passed before Farfarello finally entered the room, but in reality, it had been only ten minutes at most. She had been dreading his return, and the stress was beginning to take its toll on her. She jerked as the door opened, hazel eyes glancing to see the ivorn haired male slip in. He was carrying with him a small, plain white bag, that jingled with the slightest movement.
She cringed against the wall as he made his way towards her, brawny figurine kneeling and commanding aloud, "Turn around."
"W....Why?"
"Now."
She did as told, body tense and ready to flee if anything painful should come out of this. She heard the jingle and then watched as a thick, black collar was draped about her neck and pulled tight. As she went to protest, his knee slammed against her back and he pinned her to the wall.
Ivorn digits carefully clasped the collar snugly around her neck, a bit too tight for her standards, before taking a tiny silver lock from the bag as well, locking it through a hole of the thick nylon, and around the silver clasp, making it nearly impossible to remove.
He leaned back and allowed her to move, Sarahs first inclination to reach up and feel the item. She frowned as her fingers carressed the lock, and turned around. The berserker smiled, dangled the keys infront of her, and then promptly swallowed them.
Her jaw dropped.
"You can go now."
She blinked at him in confusion.
"Go. Free. Roam the house. You can't escape with that thing on. I can hear the jingle, and it has a tracking device installed."
Sure enough, as she stumbled to her feet, the two bells attached on the collar rang loud, and she winced, fingers lightly clawing at the wretched object of possession. She came across the tag attached and glanced down to read the two words scrawled in it: Farfarello Koneko.
She turned and fled from the room, the chime of chuckling bells following her. The laughter of the devil nipping at her heels.
---***---
"And where do you think you're going?" Crawford stood before the girl, arms crossed before his chest, crinkling his newly pressed vanilla suit. He had caught her in the process of trying to find an escape route. Damn those bells!
"Ummm...Exploring?"
"Don't lie to me."
She narrowed her eyes, figure seething in anger. Oh how she hated this man, the one whom condemned her to this household. She blamed him for the pain that radiated from her bandaged and bloody arm. She blamed him for the uncomfortable fit of the collar she could not remove.
"I'm leaving."
"What makes you think I'll allow such an action?"
Without a word of warning, she lunged at him, flinging a fist for his gut. He caught it in his left hand, and his right came up to smack her squarely across the cheek.
Sarah's head was flung to the side, sharp, needle like pinpricks of pain dancing across her flesh. The small girl fell back, petite hand to her face, eyes narrowed at the stoic man. Her vision was obscured within moments by the firm implantation of Nagi between them.
"Stop it Crawford. She's been hurt enough."
"Are you giving me an order?" The older American grinned, sadistic touch curling at the edges of his fine lips.
"Hai."
"As you wish." And oddly enough, he dismissed it with a wave of his hand, vanishing curtly behind the nearest corner.
Nagi, somewhat confused in having won the battle, turned around to face the rather distressed femme. He eyed her newly aquired collar with much displeasure, before finally coming to the conclusion that he could do nothing about it.
"Follow me."
Rather reluctantly, the female abandoned her quest for escape, and followed the young telekinetic. For some reason, she felt rather safe around the same aged male, and, after all, he had just saved her from that asshole Crawford.
Nagi pushed open the door to his room and allowed her to enter first, before closing it behind him. She took a quick surveillance of his living quarters, dully noting the lack of funiture, or bright colors. White walls. White desk, white bed, white chair. She found the room quite boring compared to her own poster plastered, clothes strewn excuse of a room.
He drifted past her and slipped idly upon his bed, sitting near the edge of it, his feet upon the ground. He gestured beside him, "You can sit if you wish."
Although hesitant, she did as suggested and took a seat next to him, left hand dully tracing over her bandaged right arm. They needed to be changed, for blood was beginning to seep through, crimson stains spreading across the length of white.
"You've been here two days, and I have yet to introduce myself formally. I am Nagi Naoe. Yourself?"
"Sarah....." She whispered, voice a bit strained. Right hand came up to finger the collar, and Nagi shot it a sharp glance as it jingled.
"I don't understand this...."
"Understand what?" She shot him an interested glance, and the blue-eyed teen shifted his gaze towards the door.
"Crawford is not the type of person to allow this. I know how he despises humans, as Schuldig and Farfarello do. Even I sometimes find myself hating them, but then I realize I technically AM them."
"I'm confused. Who are you guys?"
"We're known as Schwarz, an assassin group with talents." He glanced towards her to search for some sort of reaction, and yet he found none.
"Assassin group eh? You don't seem like that kind of a person, Nagisan. What sort of talents?" She was still, persistantly, yet loosely, clawing at the collar constricting her nape.
"Crawford is a precog, meaning he has the ability to see the future. Schuldig is a telepath, and Farfarello cannot feel pain. I, myself, am telekinetic."
"Oh. I see. That's how you like, floated me down the hallway, and how that redhead spoke to me at night, and knew my name."
"He spoke to you?"
"Yes. I woke up from a dream, and he checked up on me, and then earlier today, he took me for a walk into your garden. He told me you crafted it."
"Hai..." Nagi was slightly stunned at her news. Schuldig, checking on her? Taking her for a walk?
"It was beautiful. I wish I could have stayed longer, but he was uncomfortable. He didn't like the red carnations. He hated them."
"He said that?"
"No."
"Then.....how do you--" Nagi's voice was cut off as his door opened and Schuldig popped his head in.
"There you are!" The redhead smirked and leaned against the frame of the door, "Farfie told me he let you loose to roam." He eyed the collar around her neck, "Nice accessory."
"If you like it so much, you can have it." She spit.
"Ouch. So hostile. And here I was, just about to offer you and Nagikins some food." He paused, blue eyes glittering with mischief, "But if you're going to be mean to me, I'll just have to eat all of it myself."
"Iya! Matte!" She yelped as he began to turn his back and leave. The German glanced over his shoulder, grinning that wicked smile.
"Yes?"
"G...Gomen.... It's just...." She sighed and lowered her gaze.
"Aww. I was just joking kiddo. C'mon. I made some sandwiches for us all." He vanished from the doorway.
As Nagi slid off to follow, so did she, trailing behind the telekinetic. A wave of confusion drifted over her form. Why were these two so nice to her?
It was like being in prison, and getting first class treatment. Atleast, with these two.
With Farfarello, hell was there, watching, snickering, and gleefully tugging at the bottom of her feet, gaping maw opening to consume her lithe form, should she let it. However, what was this place but hell itself, one side full of flowers, the other full of fire.
After two days, she was already giving up hope of escape. With this collar, whatever hope remained, flew away with every damn jingle of it's bells. The tattling call that signaled her defeat.
---***---(TBC)
Yawn. Yes, that was a very crappy ending, but I lost inspiration. Please review! PLEASE! x.x