Disclaim: *grumbles* I do not own Wiess Kruez.
Midnight Garden
Chapter Two
by Kye
Stone cold death white tired. That was him when he woke up. I hadn't known if he was going to wake up at first. All I knew was I wanted him to, because he was important.
When he did wake up, he still looked dead. I know what death looks like: it looks like he did. So I did what seemed sensible- I made sure he wasn't. His two whole eyes were foggy when they opened. When I leaned forward to feel his breath, they suddenly got wider and clearer.
"Wh-?!" he said. He tried to push himself back in the bed. I caught his shoulder and he balked, and paled, and stopped moving. "Farfarello," he said slowly. I looked at him. "Let go." I did, without moving my eye a centimetre. He began to breath again. "Would you mind getting off me?" I backed off, but my eye still didn't leave him.
"What is it like?" I said.
"Huh?"
"The pain." He grimaced at me.
"It hurts," he said. "Like pain usually does."
"But it doesn't."
"Not for you, but-"
"That's why I want you to tell me," I explained. "Tell me your pain."
"Why? What is there to tell if you don't know it? How can you tell a deaf person what music is like?"
"They feel the vibrations," I said. He scowled.
"Is that why you like to kill? To see pain since you can't feel it?" I'd never thought about it. Killing was instinctive.
"Maybe," I said. "Tell me more."
"I can't," he said. Death white tired. "I...Farfarello, where are the others?"
"They're out."
"Where?"
"I don't know. Making a mess?"
"Damn straight. They can't help that."
"It'll be a tidy mess, though. They like tidy," I added.
"'At's true." He yawned.
"Sleep more," I ordered. "So you aren't stone cold death white tired anymore." He raised an eyebrow.
"You're nuts, Farfarello." He stifled another yawn. "Thanks for saving my life." And his eyes closed, and he was asleep. So I was alone again. I listened to his breath for a while; it was long and steady, but not as deep as it should have been. I listened for change, for silence, for death, but it was a candle flame, small but unflickering. I lay my arms on the bed and my head on my arms, and I, too, went to sleep.
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A.N. It's the shortest chappie of anything, ever!!! It's a quarter the size of the first chapter. -_-;; Honestly, though, I think that's more in character than anything drawn out. In farf POV, anyway. ^^ Thankies for the reviews. Although it took me a while to translate a couple of them.^^; (I take Spanish and Japanese, don't really know German at all) If you have any ideas on what I should do with this thing, TELL ME!!! I have absolutely no idea where this is leading. -_-;;
Akemi: Idiot.
Kye: ;_; why don't I have nice muses??*
*see my bio, kudasai.
Midnight Garden
Chapter Two
by Kye
Stone cold death white tired. That was him when he woke up. I hadn't known if he was going to wake up at first. All I knew was I wanted him to, because he was important.
When he did wake up, he still looked dead. I know what death looks like: it looks like he did. So I did what seemed sensible- I made sure he wasn't. His two whole eyes were foggy when they opened. When I leaned forward to feel his breath, they suddenly got wider and clearer.
"Wh-?!" he said. He tried to push himself back in the bed. I caught his shoulder and he balked, and paled, and stopped moving. "Farfarello," he said slowly. I looked at him. "Let go." I did, without moving my eye a centimetre. He began to breath again. "Would you mind getting off me?" I backed off, but my eye still didn't leave him.
"What is it like?" I said.
"Huh?"
"The pain." He grimaced at me.
"It hurts," he said. "Like pain usually does."
"But it doesn't."
"Not for you, but-"
"That's why I want you to tell me," I explained. "Tell me your pain."
"Why? What is there to tell if you don't know it? How can you tell a deaf person what music is like?"
"They feel the vibrations," I said. He scowled.
"Is that why you like to kill? To see pain since you can't feel it?" I'd never thought about it. Killing was instinctive.
"Maybe," I said. "Tell me more."
"I can't," he said. Death white tired. "I...Farfarello, where are the others?"
"They're out."
"Where?"
"I don't know. Making a mess?"
"Damn straight. They can't help that."
"It'll be a tidy mess, though. They like tidy," I added.
"'At's true." He yawned.
"Sleep more," I ordered. "So you aren't stone cold death white tired anymore." He raised an eyebrow.
"You're nuts, Farfarello." He stifled another yawn. "Thanks for saving my life." And his eyes closed, and he was asleep. So I was alone again. I listened to his breath for a while; it was long and steady, but not as deep as it should have been. I listened for change, for silence, for death, but it was a candle flame, small but unflickering. I lay my arms on the bed and my head on my arms, and I, too, went to sleep.
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A.N. It's the shortest chappie of anything, ever!!! It's a quarter the size of the first chapter. -_-;; Honestly, though, I think that's more in character than anything drawn out. In farf POV, anyway. ^^ Thankies for the reviews. Although it took me a while to translate a couple of them.^^; (I take Spanish and Japanese, don't really know German at all) If you have any ideas on what I should do with this thing, TELL ME!!! I have absolutely no idea where this is leading. -_-;;
Akemi: Idiot.
Kye: ;_; why don't I have nice muses??*
*see my bio, kudasai.