Disclaimer: Schwarz and any other Weiß Kreuz characters both mentioned and unmentioned belong to me not.... they belong to Koyasu Takehito, Tsuchiya Kyokou, and Project Weiss.
Author's blabbers: After being taken into other ficcies, I suddenly got something to write on this fic again.... It's very short, but ... ^__^ By the way, I write also fragment (separated story) on this fic, the title is obvious; "Fragmented Pieces of My Family" ... how uncreative!!! But well, I'm just not good in giving titles and summaries.
Now enjoy the fic...... ^__^\/
Chapter 6 : The Thread that Binds
When the school was dismissed, Nagi waited until the building was deserted
before he went down from the roof top where he calmed himself down. The room was
empty when he came back. The chairs had been arranged back to the normal
classroom formation, rows of desks and chairs. He noticed a small note on his
table. His hand took the piece of paper and read the scribble on it.
Naoe-san,
I am really sorry to hear what had happened to you. Perhaps as a teacher, I may
not be able to do much to you. But in case you want to talk to someone, you can
always call me.
Tomoko Sakoda
Nagi thought for a little while before he crushed the paper and threw it into
the trash bin. He didn't feel the need to accept the offer. Being the person he
was today, he would not let himself surrender to his feelings, he told himself.
He even felt stupid to have written such an essay. Something that had torn open
old wounds. No, thank you. He didn't need the teacher's help.
He walked out the door, out of the school into the quiet evening. The sun had already set in the west side. Its' round shape was not seen due to the dust and smoke pollution above Tokyo sky. The only thing seen in the sky was the twilight of reddish lines on the blackened sky.
The boy hurried his pace and left the school into the urban area where he lived. His school lay as the buffer area of urban and sub-urban; dividing the living area and the working area of the city. Most of his schoolmates lived in the rows of houses at the neighborhood area with their families.
He plunged himself into the busy street. Somehow he felt safe in the middle of the moving crowd. Nobody noticed him there. A strange fondness of people. So many people who mind their own business and would not notice him being there. Such a strange fondness entwined with hatred and disappointment. It was the same crowd that had abandoned him some years back.
He looked around him. It was true. Nobody noticed him there. Perhaps if he cried there, nobody would ask him what had happened. Perhaps if he decided to throw himself to the busy street to be hit by a car, they would only see it as an amusement. And on the next day they would have forgotten the dead boy's corpse they had seen earlier. Busy bees watch the world go by. They didn't have to care about it.
A honk brought him back to the world and Nagi barely avoided the passing car. He didn't realize that the pedestrian light had turned red. There were some people murmuring about today's youth being ignorant and breaking rules a lot. Some eyes looked down to him.
If they ever found out what he really was…. A wolf clad under sheep clothing, an assassin inside a body of a fifteen year old. He nearly broke into a shrill laugh. Nagi nearly screamed hysterically if the light had not turned to green and he had to move along with the pedestrians to the other side of the street.
Nagi entered the apartment silently. He took off his shoes and put on his
slippers. The living room was empty. Schuldig was not there. It was not really a
surprise. The German would sometimes leave his couch and go somewhere. Perhaps
Crawford had given the red hair a mission. The American was nowhere to be seen
either.
The thought of Crawford made Nagi wince. He could not guess how the leader would react if he knew what had happened in school. Surely it had only been an essay reading, nothing more, but he was somewhat afraid that what he had written could endanger Schwarz's existence. Bringing up the whole subject in front of people was not easy. He would have to face the feeling of being pitied, something he despised ever since he entered Rosenkreuz several years ago. Not to mention, it would draw people's attention to him.
He was really about to cry when he finished reading his essay, but all that he could let out was only the urge to squeeze the paper and run away. Coward! He had run out of the class to avoid Sakoda-sensei's comfort. Even though he wanted so bad to be touched, he chose to ignore it and got away. His next days would not be easy if he let himself be embraced. And who could promise him another embrace if he submitted to one?
A noise from Farfarello's room made him realize that he was not the only one home. He walked toward the latched door and opened it one by one.
"Farf?" he asked while his hand pushed the door open. Farfarello was sitting silently on the floor. The room was dark as usual with only several candles to act as light. He was bruised and bleeding. It might have been his revenge towards God. "What are you doing?" Nagi asked. It sounded foolish because he already knew the answer.
"Killing God," a hissing voice answered. "He had let another lamb go astray." He let out a shrill laugh and lifted his face to Nagi. "You see, Nagi." He pointed to a piece of broken glass on the floor. Nagi assumed that Farfarello had hurt himself using the piece. There was dark red liquid on its edges. And it must be Farfarello's blood.
"Come," Farfarello reached out a hand towards Nagi. It was gushing out coppery tasting liquid. "Come," he hissed again, "Look for yourself."
Nagi left the door wide open and walked inside. Farfarello's voice somehow mesmerized him. It was not against his will though that he stepped into the room. He once felt that somehow, someway, the Irish understood the way he suffered. Same hurt feeling. They only differ in the way they reacted. While Nagi became distant from others and closed himself shut, Farfarello cursed the others and hurt them back, physically.
"Where is it, Farf?" Nagi kneeled beside the Irish, "I can't see anything."
"Here," Farfarello took the glass from the floor. "Look," he said as he brushed the glass' surface, which only made it covered with a thin layer of blood. "Look," Farfarello voiced again. He held the broken piece to Nagi's face.
Nagi looked at the piece and realized that it wasn't glass. It was a piece of broken mirror, and he was looking at his own reflection. It looked vague beyond the red curtain of blood, which only made it more dramatic. "I see nothing," Nagi lied. He turned his face towards the white haired man.
"Look again," Farfarello ordered. He moved behind Nagi and wrapped his arm around the smaller boy. One hand holding the piece, the other holding Nagi's face to look down into the mirror. "Tell me what you see in the mirror!"
Nagi looked into the mirror and once again he saw the face of a small boy. His eyes were empty and distant. Like an empty shell stranded by the sea. He felt Farfarello's hand let go of his cheeks and it moved to the looking glass. Its fingers traced the edge of the mirror, letting out more layers of red curtain on the surface. The boy shuddered at the view. Even if he had been around the Irish for several years, he hardly ever seen the man hurting himself.
"You see," the Irish man continued his speech, "We are looking at a strayed lamb. Look, he's looking back at you." Farfarello wrapped the boy closer. "But it's alright now. I have found the lamb. He will be under my care. He will feel safe, won't he?" Farfarello asked.
Nagi nodded slowly, not letting his stare from his reflection. It was blurred now. But he did not know whether it was from the blood on the mirror or if it was because of the tears that flooded to the corner of his eyes. "He feels safe with you," he murmured.
"And he will take revenge to what has been done to him."
"And he will take his revenge to what has been done."
I like Farfarello and Nagi.... they are such cute vulnerable persona .... I can't help to write the fic... though it's very, very short...... but I think it's very touchy.... ^__^
Oh, I'd like to ask you what do you think if I put some Weiß character into the fic...? Or should I stick up to Schwarz only?
PS to Moussy: I keep the title... it's kinda poetic for me...