Morphine

Chapter Three: Johann Faust... The VIII

(Grim Fairy Tale)

"Once upon a time… Once upon a time, there was an a worldly man named Johann Faust." Began Stuart Faust, stumbling over the opening, as he told his five-year-old son a story.

He would never know whatever possessed him to tell his son this story. Hell, he didn't even know exactly why he was telling his son this story. He had never believed it himself, but if it would help his son deal with isolated existence, then by all means…

"Johann was a master, he master many academic subjects. Theology, philosophy, medicine, and most importantly perhaps jurisprudence, all of which he seemed to master. However, it was because of this, his pursuit of wisdom that forsook his own soul and drawn to perdition."

He sighed as he looked at his son, Johann Faust the VIII. Tiny nicks and cuts covered his face from the child's bullies. His azure eyes gave off a dull matte, while his face presented Stuart with a look of unnatural aloofness.

True, there were more than six hundred years separating the child from his namesake, but family tradition dictated that those he looked like Faust were to be named after him. Perhaps then, some form of atonement could attained for the wretched man. However, things would always be the same. The family name would always be tarnished because of the actions of one man.

(A/N: I feel uncomfortable writing this part so I please forgive me in that area. I am trying to be as vague as I can and not offend anyone.)

"One day, perhaps out of boredom or maybe because they simply could, the Devil made a bet with God. Exactly what the terms were is unknown, but the tempest was fierce and quick. Before Faust knew it, he was walking the plank between perdition and salvation… It was a very short plank, and he was taking a very long walk…"

Stuart trailed off to watch his son who was sitting there looking at him, azure eyes looked dead, but he was sure he could follow him. He shook his head from exhaustion and frustration.

Humph. "Why am I telling you this? You don't care, do you? The only thing you should care about right now are those cuts on your face…" He said solemnly.

He stared at his son with a look of love and regret on his face. Sweeping the small child into his arms, he embraced him in a tight hug.

(Faust's POV)

I've remembered that story ever since I was a small child. It was the reason why I thought I was an outcast. Deserved to be one in fact.

I stopped myself and growled. 'Why am I thinking all of this? None of it will change anything… I guess… All I want is so damn morphine, is that okay?'

I soon found myself walking past an envious or admiring (I couldn't tell which) Horo Horo. I cocked a slightly irritated eyebrow as I head for my room. And my dear Eliza…

I coddled her more in death, than in life… But, she was always there for me at least.

(The Hellish Schoolyard )

"You see that kid over?" Asked a butch, young boy at the playground.

"Which one? That dark haired girl?" Asked a second boy, curiously.

"She's cute…" A third added.

"Naw, not her." The first one said. "That weird one, the Faust kid."

"My mother told me to stay away from that kid. The 'devil's child,' she said." The third child spoke.

"Your mother is in love with the bible! She wouldn't be able to tell a jackal from a wolf!" Said the first one.

"Take that back!" The third one demanded. "She could to!"

"I doubt it! But I heard about the first Faust. They say he sold his soul in the pursuit of knowledge."

"Then he really is a demon's child?" Questioned the second.

Thirteen-year-old Faust felt himself slide down the cool, chain link style fence of Archibald Academy. It was the same everyday… He'd arrive and if anyone new was in the schoolyard, the same conversation would occur. It never changed, nothing in this town had changed since as long as he was alive.

It probably hadn't that much since Faust the I had lived here. It probably would never change and he was doomed to live his life here. A growing anger burned inside of his body, as the three boys decided that it wasn't enough to look…

The three boys glared daggers at the blond, blue eyed devil they called demon. Advancing, slowly towards Faust, the grey sky seemed to soak up the tension between the four. A sigh escaped from his lips as he searched for a way out. It was then he locked eyes with her.

It wasn't the first time they locked eyes. He'd seen her several times before, knew her name even. 'Eliza…' He thought.

It was always the same, a kindhearted, thoughtful look in her eyes. And it was always, meant for him. It was as if, as if she were trying to tell him something. No doubt it was something like 'don't give up,' or something of that sort.

Still, even if it was a look, it was better than nothing. He was so rapt in her indigo eyes that he hardly felt the first blow… He saw her lips moving. He couldn't hear her voice, but he knew she was trying to say something to him.

"…A heavy memory in this sea of solitude."

(A/N: What Eliza is saying was taken from Faust's image song, 'White Moon' (Shiroi Tsuki). The lyrics 'White Moon' were provided by the teamwork of Caty-chan and Chibi Team Rocket.)

(Faust's POV)

'Eliza never spoke to me, not in a way one would think of as speech at least. But she was there for me, with a silent, if not blank look. She may never speak to me, but she never left my side after that day.' I looked at the eerily silent woman.

"Eliza…" I started, taking her hand and looking deep into her indigo eyes.

'I don't want to be alone anymore. Before you, all I had was father, and that wasn't enough. But then…you came and I- I didn't feel alone anymore. Don't ever leave.'

A/N: Well, there's Chapter Three. Chapter Four should be the second part to 'The Blonde Haired, Blue Eyed Devil. Please, tell me you think.Feedback is useful!