Disclaimer: I do NOT own them…if I did, I'd definitely be letting you know. Aya's out of OOCness except for a few parts, and Farf's OOCing waaay to much…
Nichole Dyria: heh…oops. That shall be fixed! (maybe not in the first chapter, but I'll fix it here…:))
Tigermink: Farfie's befriending Weiss… and its not yaoi…yet.
Chapter 2
He didn't have to wait long, for Aya stepped into the kitchen. Farfarello noticed the redhead's lack of black leather; a sight he never thought he would see.
"…Is it still morning?" Farfarello asks quietly. Aya glanced at him and nodded.
"Why is the red-haired Angel up so early?"
"Weiss has an undercover job. We keep a flower shop during the day." Aya calmly explained. Farfarello smirked.
"So, the angels sell flowers?"
"Hai." Aya dug through the fridge. Farfarello sat silently for a while until the smell of misou soup wafted in his direction.
"Hungry?" Aya poured some soup into a second bowl and offered it to the Irishman.
"Aye." He eagerly nodded and carefully took the offered food. He ignored the spoon Aya placed on the table and drank the soup in a few large gulps. Aya took his time and watched Farfarello put his Irish heritage to good use. Once the redhead finished, he beckoned Farfarello to him as he left the kitchen. The white-haired teen quietly followed Aya into the shop as the redhead handed Farfarello a vase and a handful of stemmed flowers.
"Here. Make yourself useful and cut these stems." Aya handed him a pair of scissors. Farfarello did as he was told, taking the flowers to a workbench at the back of the store. As he carefully cut the stems and placed them in the vase, he could hear the voices of several young girls at the front. He figured the redhead would probably appreciate it if he stayed back here.
After a few minutes, Farfarello was suppressing the urge to undo his silent brain. He forced himself to finish Aya's assignment before giving in. He forced a little more common sense to the surface as he leaned over the sink nearby. He dragged the scissor blade across his arm, reveling in the smell of his fresh blood.
Farfarello brought out the bouquet to Aya as quietly as possible to avoid the attention of the annoying girls. He was sporting fresh bandages about his arms to keep the flowers clean. The redhead didn't notice and handed over a few more orders for the Irishman to fill.
Aya kept Farfarello busy until noon, when the girls left for lunch and the rest of the Weiss boys decided to stagger into the kitchen. Ken avoided Farfarello like the plague, but that suited the Irishman just fine. Omi handed Farfarello a sandwich and he sat with the chibi at the table, silently eating with him. Farfarello had to laugh at the sight of Yohji clutching his coffee akin to a lifeline. Aya stayed in the shop, fending off the returning fan girls until the others got down there.
They all worked in the afternoon, giving Farfarello a chance to sneak off. He used his advantage to grow accustomed to the layout of his temporary home. He soon stumbled upon the basement door. It was locked, but he made short work of that. The Irishman calmly wandered down the steps into the dark room. It reminded him of his cell. A little further down, his eyes adjusted and he spotted a fairly new computer idly beeping and a huge wall map of the city. He recognized a briefing room when he saw one. Suddenly, someone grabbed his shoulder and spun him around.
"What do you think you're doing down here?" Ken growled. Farfarello just grinned.
"You're spying on us, aren't you? Schwartz isn't gone! You lying little yellow-eyed rat!" Ken seethed. Farfarello's grin died on his lips. He hung his head as he spoke.
"Were I spying, I would have a home and my Schuldig to return to. As of right now, I have neither. And I wouldn't have put myself into such a compromising position such as to demand death from the Angels."
There was a pause before Farfarello felt Ken release his shoulders and audibly sigh. The Irishman glanced up in time to see a look of utter exhaustion on the man's face.
"I'm sorry, man…I…I'm just tired. I didn't mean to take it out on you."
"Farfarello forgives you. Oracle seemed to be tired a lot too."
It took Ken a minute to understand that sediment. Farfarello's boss must have yelled at the Irishman a lot and used that excuse so the psycho wouldn't kill him. Ken felt bad all of a sudden.
"Wait, who's 'Schuldig'?" Ken asked while ushering the Irishman out of the basement. Farfarello went without complaint.
"Mastermind. The telepath." He answered quietly. Ken had a sneaking suspicion Farfarello was a bit shook up by the loss of that member of Schwartz than the others. He had referred to him as 'my Schuldig' for Kami's sake.
Yohji finally locked the store door around 8pm, much to Farfarello's relief. He had been getting a headache from all their squealing. Aya was forced to restrain him physically when one had sighed for the umpteenth time while staring at the blonde. Yohji enjoyed the attention, but he had his limits.
Once the lights were extinguished and everyone wandered upstairs, Farfarello sat and toyed with a lone rose he had procurred from one of the worktables, pricking his fingers methodically until the repetitive motion shut his brain off. He wrapped himself protectively within his makeshift coccoon on his couch and drifted off into dreamless sleep.
Morning nipped at the sleeping white-haired teen, making him squirm and bury his head under his blanket.
"G'morning." Omi's sleepy voice roused the Irishman.
"If God wanted us to have 'good'mornings, he would have made the sun rise later." Farfarello groaned as he cracked open his golden eye to see Omi sitting in the chair nearest him, watching cartoons. The chibi snorted at the Irishman's words, finding them rather funny. Farfarello smiled at the knowledge his joke was taken well. Omi threw something at the psycho and he caught it, unraveling the cloth to reveal a dark green T-shirt. He grinned and put it on as he asked Omi a curious question.
"Why is the young Angel up so early?"
"It's Saturday." Omi's grin widened. Farfarello did not understand.
"Why are you happy?"
"'Cause on Saturdays, the shop doesn't open." Yohji answered for the chibi as he clutched his cup of coffee. Farfarello could see why they were happy.
"So, does this mean the Angels won't have to see the Sirens?" The Irishman asked, using his new term for the girls. Aya walked in just then, glaring at the cartoons.
"Omi, off."
"Aww, come on! It's Saturday!" The chibi pleaded.
"Off. Manx is here." Arguments stopped instantaneously.
"Now?"
"Hai."
"For the love of Kami, that woman has horrible timing." Yohji growled. Farfarello cocked his head, but his questioning glance went unanswered as Omi picked up the remote, flipped the TV off and stalked off to his room. Yohji followed soon after to his own room once he finished his coffee. Aya, the Irishman noticed, was dressed in his usual black leather attire.
"Farfarello?" Aya had his attention, "No hurting Manx, all right?"
He nodded, not quite in understanding, but getting a general idea. He decided to be good for his Angels.
Aya led the Irishman down to the basement; Farfarello grinning all the way that his guess had been right. He noticed the woman sitting in a chair long before she noticed him, but this bode well for him. He sat on the floor in the darkest corner he could find. Slowly, Weiss filed in, decked out in their mission garb, and stood around the woman.
"Good morning, boys," She spoke, bowing her head slightly at each of his angels, "Kritiker has some interesting news for you."
"How so?" Yohji ignored the glare he received.
"We have reason to suspect that a large number of abandoned buildings in this district," she pointed to a spot on the wall map, "are being detonated by Esset members."
"And?" Aya ground out, wanting her to get to the point. It amused Farfarello.
"Kritiker wants you to investigate, Abyssian. We also have reason to believe that one of Esset's stronger assassin groups, Schwartz, have either been disbanded or gone into hiding." With that, Manx handed Aya an envelope and stalked out.
"Well, looks like our little psycho was telling the truth." Yohji sighed. Farfarello stood slowly and stepped into the dim light.
"Of course I was. By the way, that is the district I was using to hide from Esset."
Weiss, excluding Aya, were startled by his presence. Aya glared at the map, thinking angry thoughts about Manx and what little details she gave them.
"Were they safehouses?" The red-head asked.
"Eh, if that's the way you want to put it; aye." The Irishman answered. He received a silent nod from the Weiss leader. The others finally pulled themselves from their shock and followed Aya as he made his way up the stairs.
"Want to help?" Ken glanced over his shoulder at Farfarello. A small grin graced the white-haired teen's scarred lips.
Farfarello easily directed them to each of the 10 decimated buildings he had taken his teammates to. He even made sure to rattle off at which place he lost Nagi and Schuldig. (after some explaining, Weiss understood whom he spoke of) The chibi let the psycho lean on him for support when pent up emotions picked at his pain-resistant heart.
"This one…aye, the last one I used before you found me." Farfarello announced at about 3pm as they pulled the car upto the rubble. Weiss climbed out at began to poke around in the rubble as they had at all of the other sites. Yohji sighed. What would have been a full day's search over the 8x10 mile district had taken little over 4 hours with Farfarello's help.
Omi moved a large chunk of scrap metal to see the sun glint off of something in the rubble. He reached for it, and wrenched the knife out. It's hilt and blade were well polished despite the scratches caused by the rough concrete.
"I think I found your knife…" Omi handed the polished beauty to Farfarello. The Irishman held the knife with a reverence.
"Thank you, little Angel." He smiled at the chibi. Yohji raised his arm and with it, a tattered and bloody jacket, not too far off.
"Yours?" the blonde asked. Farfarello nodded.
They spent a good portion of the remaining afternoon driving back to the shop where Weiss found more comfortable clothes and Omi lent the lean Irishman more clothes. Farfarello silently promised to himself he would not bloody the chibi's clothes. He could do that in his own clothes. A quick dinner ended all coherent thought for the rest of the night. Farfarello and Omi ventured to flip to T.V. on and search for something to watch, Aya sat in his chair and sharpened his katana, Yohji joined the two teens on the couch as they settled on 'The Mummy', and Ken wandered into the garage to work on his motorcycle.
"I didn't know mummy's hated cats…" Omi commented as the movie broke to commercials.
"Well, if one comes here, I'm sure you could scare him off." Farfarello smiled at his little joke. Yohji rolled his eyes at the two. Really now, a mummy?
Once the movie ended, the Weiss boys plus one finally called it a night. Farfarello clutched his knife protectively as he fell asleep with thoughts of tomorrow on his mind. He absent-mindedly stroked the polished German words etched into the hilt:
"Mit Liebe, von Schuldig"…
Emee!
Wow…o.O this is turning into a 'Farfie found a minute sense of sanity for an extended period of time' fic…
Anyways, next chapter soon! Expect sane psychos, clueless Weiss, and a wounded Schu!
By the way, "Mit Liebe, von Schuldig" means, 'With love, from Schuldig'
