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/…italics…/ Schu's telepathy
'italics…' Everyone else's thoughts
Chapter 3
The Irishman was rudely awakened in the dead of night by a loud crash outside. His assassin skills kicked in and he carefully peered out the window near his couch. A familiar mop of orange hair swayed in the alley below. Farfarello blinked a few times. The mop of hair moved to look at the alley entrance and Farfarello followed his gaze. What he saw made his blood boil. With knife in hand, he bolted down the stairs, out of the shop, and rammed the knife into the first officially dressed Esset soldier he laid his eye on; keeping every drop of blood off of his clothes with a preciseness only the psychotic teen could possess. The knife easily slid out of pliable flesh and plunged into the body looming behind him. The third, less experienced, Esset assassin slowly released the orange-haired German he had been punching.
"Berserker." He growled, recognizing the Irishman before leaping at him. Farfarello shook his head in a scolding manner as he easily dodged the none-too-smart man and slashed his side with a clean but deadly swipe. The man hit the ground with a satisfying thump as the Irishman wiped the blade off on the first corpse's clothes. He carefully approached the slumped German.
"Schu?" Farfarello prodded the orange-haired telepath.
"Liebe? 'dat you?" his voice cracked and slurred in a stronger German accent that seemed different. Farfarello realized he only used that tone when he was hurt.
"Schu, where are you hurt?"
/Well, I've been shot in the leg…twice, my head feels like I've hit the concrete headfirst a few times, I've been punched und kicked around for the past ten minutes und I've lost my telepathic powers. Why do you ask?/
"But, you are using it right now…" The Irishman knelt in front of the German, inspecting his body for visible wounds.
/You und I have a strong mental link, that's why. /
"Oh." Farfarello nodded slowly. He figured he had better get Schuldig inside before he bled out. The German gave him a questioning look.
/Near, or a long ways?/
"Very close." Farfarello helped Schuldig up and let him lean on him for support as he limped out of the alleyway.
Once he situated Schuldig on his couch, he took to cleaning the cuts and bruises Schuldig had received from his pursuers. He made sure to also check the 2 gunshot wounds. One went straight through the calf muscle and did no real damage. The second was embedded in his thigh. Farfarello abruptly shoved his knife into the wound and popped the bullet out with practiced precision. Schuldig hissed out his discomfort, but didn't argue with the Irishman. He knew from experience to trust the white-haired teen when he had your life in his hands and he considered you a friend.
"Hey, Farf, d'you know what that crash was?" Omi stood at the top of the stairs and couldn't see who was on the couch.
"It's been taken care of, little Angel."
"Oh, okay…by the way, Aya told me to tell you that 'he better not be a smart ass,' whatever that means."
"I'll be sure to prevent that. Go back to bed, Angel."
"G'night, Farf." Omi disappeared into his room. Schuldig blinked.
/Farfie? Was that one of the Katzchens?/
'Aye, quite a long story about how I got here. Welcome to the Weiss home. That was Omi. Formerly known as 'Bombay'.'
/Mein Gott…are you kidding me? What's happened since I was captured?/
Farfarello smiled and stayed up with his German explaining all that had happened; from Schuldig's capture up until finding said telepath in the alley. As the sun crept into the room, the Irishman finished his tale and forced Schuldig to rest, assuring him he would watch over the crippled telepath. Schuldig finally laid his orange-mane of hair in Farfarello's lap and closed his pale blue eyes (lost the telepathy, remember? Not green anymore :)) while the Irishman stroked his hair. The knife Farfarello had held earlier found itself resting on the arm of the couch.
Aya was up first as per usual and found the Irishman calmly napping in a sitting position with Schuldig held in his arms and draped across his lap. Aya had heard the crash and had watched Farfarello dispose of the Esset soldiers and drag Schuldig inside. What he had told Omi was the truth. If he made even one snide comment, Aya would quite literally give him a piece of his mind. He decided to make some breakfast for himself and leave enough for the two former enemies on the stove.
The white-haired teen's eye silted open, proving to Aya that food certainly did wake the Irishman up.
"How is Mastermind doing?" Aya asked as he set a plate of food on the coffee table in front of Farfarello's couch.
"2 gunshot wounds in one leg and a strange loss of powers. The guilty one hasn't quite explained this to me as of yet, but I do understand he cannot use his telepathy with anyone he doesn't have a link with. God can be such an ass, can't he?" Farfarello grinned slightly. Aya nodded, happy with the Irishman for giving him a straightforward answer.
"It's Sunday, so the shop will not open."
"No Sirens?"
"No." Aya allowed a slight quirk of his lips at Farfarello's little nickname for the shop girls. He stood and walked back into the kitchen. Farfarello laughed a little before spooning a bit of egg and eating it. Schuldig stirred, his eyes slitting open in protest to the sunlight beginning to filter in the window.
/What in the hell? What are you doing up so early? /
'Breakfast. In the Angels' house, if you want to eat decent food, you must be up with Aya.'
/Breakfast, huh? What, are you saying you didn't like my cooking? / Schuldig sat up, wincing the entire time.
'Hold still…' Farfarello grabbed hold of Schudig's shoulders and pressed his palm against the telepath's left side. An audible hiss and whispered German curses told the Irishman of bruised ribs he hadn't noticed.
"Ah, liebe…they'll be fine…quit poking 'em." Schuldig batted Farfarello's hand away and laid against the back of the couch in more of a slouch than actually sitting. The Irishman smirked and held up the plate of egg and bacon. Schuldig reached out and a bit reluctantly and picked up a slice of bacon; nibbling on it.
"I'm curious, how did you come to be in that alley?" Aya stepped in once again and sat in his chair, a calm, non-threatening, look on his face.
"Well, katzchen, I suppose I should start from when I was captured. Esset dragged me off to their headquarters, told me I would become a test subject. They pumped me full of some green stuff und I couldn't read anyone's mind anymore. I didn't know what was going on, half the time I was unconscious anyway. But, a few days ago, my stronger mental links opened up und I felt Nagi egging me on to escape. I realized that with my telepathy in check, Esset didn't see me as a threat. I guess they forgot I could use a gun. I ran for a long time…ran out of bullets a long time ago…Esset sent quite a few of its soldiers after me. I was down to instinct in that alley. If Farfie here hadn't found me, I don't know how long I could have lasted."
"Well, if Esset sent soldiers, do they know where you are?" Aya frowned.
"Nien…I wasn't exactly trying to hide my tracks. Farfie hid the bodies this time, so I doubt they will find me." Schuldig smirked despite his pain.
Omi climbed down the stairs after awhile and gaped. Farfarello smiled and briefly explained the telepath's predicament. Once Omi stopped worrying, he sat on the couch beside the Irishman and the two watched cartoons while Schuldig recuperated.
Yohji wasn't bothered by the orange-haired German's appearance at all. He actually pulled out a deck of cards and played poker with the telepath to take his mind off of his pain. (The bandages were painfully obvious) They went on for some time before Ken appeared and soon left to work on his bike. The whole incident with Farfarello mellowed the brown-haired man, so Schuldig really didn't surprise him.
"I feel like I've lost my touch." Schuldig whined after Ken gave him a once over, nodded and left like nothing was wrong.
"Nah, Farf here just made it less of an impact." Yohji dealt the deck once again. The Irishman looked over and smirked at Yohji before returning his attention to the rather violent cartoons playing 'cat-and-mouse' on the television. Omi laughed as the one robot was smashed by a big rock that fell from the cave ceiling. Farfarello sighed.
"How can the angel find this entertaining?"
Aww...this is the last chapter for this fic... :cries:
But, not to worry! I will continue the 'Luck 'o the Irish' Arc... I will just post them as separate stories since they will occur later in the future.
The plot will remain the same, and please be patient for them!
Please R&R or I won't know if this was as enjoyable to read as it was to write!
Also, any events you would like to see (this includes yaoi) will be taken into consideration for the other episodes (as I will call them...) XD
Schu: Thank god...she's done! I'm free!
Farf: Nuts...now I have to go back to hating Weiss...but I like the cartoons! Don't leave me Omi:cries:
Omi:pats Farf's back: its okay...
