Whaa!! Sorry for such a long delay. I got many, many things to do... I've got several projects in my hand and everything.... Yups... now I'm not anymore a student... haha... i've just graduated a couple of weeks ago..... Nyahahah.... so much for the news... The fic's done about a week ago and I sent it to my beta reader... unfortunately, she's very busy with her college and she told me that I have to upload this version and upload the betaed version later when she's done....

Now on to the fic... aeh, ahem... wait, i almost forgot.... hereby I say that Schwarz and other Weiß Kreuz characters both mentioned and unmentioned belongs to me not... they belong to the sexy voiced Koyasu Takehito and Project Weiß. I gained no profit but freedom of evpression and lots of reviews....

Not: italics means telepathic speaking... I changed this because the uploader refused to perview those double slash...

My Family: Chapter 8: Finale

The car stopped at a housing complex. The buildings made a gigantic skyline. In Tokyo, each time you turn around, all you'd see was the city skyline and worm-eye horizon.

"Are you sure he's around here somewhere?" Nagi voiced.

Crawford glared at the boy and then nodded. There was no need for further questions. He knew well that the older man never liked to be questioned by his inferiors. Nagi decided to keep his mouth and followed Crafword who was going out of the car. Schuldig went out as well.

"Come," the American commanded.

The other followed his assured steps. The apartment was silent. It was already past midnight. Most lights from the building were already off. They reminded Schuldig of old tombs, giant tombs, and inside them lived zombies who did their robotic lives from day to day. He hated it.

The silence was eerie. Once in a while you'd hear people speaking but you would not know exactly where it came from. A dog was watching them closely from near a garbage collector, as if afraid that the three human was going to rob him out of his territory.

"That building," Schuldig whispered. His hand raised to point at one of the buildings, "Farfarello is right there."

Nagi looked at the building and he shivered. It was not the cold. It was something more terrifying, something that could not be understood. He had seen so many people died in front of him. What was the scary thing about adding one more memory about corpses?

The three climbed the stairs quietly. There were still sounds coming out from one or two rooms. One which was clear enough to hear was airing some late-night commercials. Schuldig spat. He hated the show. Crawford and Nagi remained emotionless, but the telepath knew that Nagi was a little nervous than he usually were. The boy was looking around.

Is something bad going to happen? Schuldig asked the leader.

No. I believe it would be a good thing, for us.

Can I ask you what it is?

No. I'd rather keep it for myself.

Schuldig lifted his eyebrow to Crawford. He was sure that the youngest one also noticed his slight questioning look. He might be aware of what was to happen. Off course, even if Crawford despised unnecessary killing, he would not stop Farfarello once the Irish got his prey. More likely was that Crawford was to tell Nagi to watch Farf kill the woman. That was mean. But Schuldig could understand the reason. It was not good to have an attachment to anything when you were in this business.

They stopped in front of a room, the furthest from the stairs on the upper most floor. There were faint sounds and voices inside. They recognized the male voice as Farfarello's. They were much too familiar with it.

Crawford stepped to the door and opened the key. It was not a hard work for him. It amused Schuldig sometimes where he got the ability. He was never sure of Crawford's past. Crawford was the one who knew all other members' past.

The American opened the door slowly and stepped inside. They saw a woman lying in crimson lake near the stereo set. But it was not the real prey. Farfarello loved to play longer with his preys. Other people he killed were only for fun.

The black haired man stopped before the bathroom door. He cleared his throat as if he wanted to catch someone's attention and then he spoke calmly, "Haven't I told you I hate unnecessary killings, Farfarello?"

The scene was no question. Farfarello was standing at the bathroom door with a woman in his hands. She was still nude and wet. The blush she had from the hot shower did not match the frightened expression she had on her face. Before the two stood three people. One of them was a child. They froze for a moment, as if each trying to learn what was really going on.

At last one with black hair and glasses spoke, "I can't believe how you could be this irresponsible? Oh wait – you never are." He turned to Nagi, "I believe you know the woman pretty well, am I correct?"

Nagi nodded.

The woman's eyes went wide when she realized two of the people who stood before her; one of her student and his guardian. "Naoe-san," she whispered. Her voice croaked.

She felt the warm breath behind her ear as the man who held her spoke, "Look what we've got here, your Greek god and your beloved pupil coming to watch you die, Miss Shepherd."

"Greek god?" Schuldig snorted as he stole a glance at the still impassive Crawford. The other man glared back at him. He could not see what was written in those eyes, but he would bet a bottle of wine that the other man also found it amusing. If Crawford were a Greek god, he would be Hades.

"Say good bye to them," Farfarello whispered again to the woman, "Come on, say goodbye to them."

Sakoda-sensei trembled. "Naoe-san…. Why?"

She could feel the knife coming closer to her vein and it cut even deeper into her skin, but not yet enough to kill her. Not enough to spill blood from her throat.

"Say goodbye before you leave them." Farfarello grinned. He seemed to be happy. He had a beautiful sacrifice, and his friends were there to watch him perform the ritual.Wait, no, not friends, partners in crime, he hated them - those pathetic creatures. He hated Crawford for his leadership and he hated him more because he always obeyed the American. He hated Schuldig because all he could do was to play around, not realizing that he was the one being played on strings. He hated Nagi for the innocence in his hatred to the people. He hated them.

To his dismay, Crawford stepped forward and took the knife from his hand.

"I don't want to see you killing tonight. One is enough."

The one eyed man raged. He shove the woman to the floor and attacked his leader. Crawford ducked from him easily. Farfarello tried several more times but he failed. He looked at the black haired man with loathe.

"You…."

"Enough, Farfarello," Crawford commanded and strangely enough the Irish obeyed him.

The American then turned towards the woman who was edging to one corner, clinging to a blanket to cover her body. "Sakoda-sensei, I assume," he asked, "I believe we haven't met before. I am very sorry that I missed the parent's day."

The woman eyed them with fear, "Who are you?" she asked.

Crawford grinned, he looked at Farfarello's blade in his hand.

"Just some men who try to survive the world."

"Why are you doing this to me? To Chii?" she was on the edge of being hysterical. She turned to Nagi who merely stood there with empty gaze. "Naoe-san, why are you doing this?"

Nagi looked down to meet her eyes but he didn't say anything. His face was impassive, but then, Sakoda-sensei had only once in her life to see Nagi with expression on his face, and it was painful to see him that way.

"Come here, Nagi," Crawford commanded.

The boy obeyed and stepped forward to where Crawford was standing. The American toyed with the blade in his hand for a while before he shoved it into Nagi's hand.

"You know what to do," he said.

Nagi's eyes fell into the blade for a short second and then looked up to Crawford with questioning eyes.

"Kill her."

"No!" Schuldig stepped forward, "That's too mean."

In the background Farfarello laughed. He seemed to like the idea.

The red head tried to take the blade from Nagi's hands, but the American stopped him.

"Are you questioning my act, Schuldig? You know that it needs to be done."

"Not this way. I'd rather have Farfarello…."

Crawford ignored the sentence. He pushed Schuldig backward and then turned to Nagi, "You know what you've got to do."

The boy seemed uncertain for a moment but then he nodded.

"No, Naoe-san, NOOO!"

Crawford turned to Farfarello, "Help him to do it properly."

Without second invitation the pale man darted forward and held the woman tightly from behind. His right hand were keeping her from moving, while the left one covered her mouth and at the same time tilted her head in a way so that her blue veins came showing from beneath her translucent skin of her neck.

Nagi walked closer to the woman. He averted his eyes from the two frightened eye. The boy hesitated for a while, but then he took the blade to her throat, to the thumping veins that showed up even more vividly.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

There was a scream, drowned down by a pale white hand, and then fresh red liquid came spurting from the fair neck. It created a crimson fountain that wetted the three people before her. Schuldig winced. Crawford merely grunted about having to dump yet another suit. Nagi was emotionless, he simply wiped his face from the blood and then handed the blade to Farfarello, who dropped the limp body and took the knife from the boy. He licked the blood clean from the blade.

Then there was silence. All the four looked down at the motionless bodies.

Crawford was the one who first broke the silence.

"Come, we have to go," he said calmly, claiming himself once again into the leader position.

"Have you heard? Sakoda-sensei was murdered last night. It was in the morning news. They said that a burglar came into the house and killed her and her friend to leave no witness."

"But they only took a small amount of money."

"Perhaps the burglars were disappointed so they killed them."

"It's so sad, I mean she's a very kind teacher."

"I don't want to live alone when I work later. It's so scary."

"Naoe-san, have you heard…. Hey, Naoe-san, why are you crying?"

ENDE

sighs now the fic is finished... I feel both sad and glad... some part of me hates to watch a story ends its way... but some part of me feels great to make an end to a story.... heheheh.... writers' block gives you a hell of burden when you're dying to continue writing..... I've got several fanfics going and most of them are facing road blocks... or even if I've got everything clear in my head, I would not be able to write it properly and keep on writing it over and over again..... I guess I have to start listening to some english/german songs again... they always give me more ideas than listening to J-rock lyrics (my japanese sucks bad, I can only understand scraps)..... most of my stories came from those songs anyway... some of the chapters in this fic came from songs too, zB: "A Solitary Cell" came fromDT's Solitary Shell, "Broken" Brad's chapter came from Nada de Turbe a song knew from the choir I join and (again) DT's About to Crash...

Haha... enough about my unnecessary blabbers.... I wanna say thanx to everyone who had reviewed this fanfic.... Quince (the first one to urge me to write fanfic, if it's not for her, I wouldn't be here, hahah), Annonymouse (my dear beta... I'm glad to start this fic at the first time because I came to know you through Quincy), Inami, LikkleStacie, Fire Kat, Carter Tachikawa, Lady Dragon, xXLil Yu JahXx, Jenny or Vault 713, MistyEyes, Miko, genuinesun, Meirelle Emeraldeyes, Misura, Callico Naoe, Ayane-chan, futago akuma-tenshi01, Dras Nocturne, Heaven Star, Bulma Greenleaf, Seraph1, Race Ulfson, The Northern Star, Ash, Brad, Cookie6, JimmyThiefen, Tysoyo Kalli (here's the new chapter, sorry for the very loooong delay), sabacat, and anyone who would review this final chapter.... thank you... thank you...

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