A/N: YES! ANOTHER UPDATE! I feel incredibly proud of myself. This is for all my reviewers! I love you all. So, can you guess what the Farf-meister's going to sing? Probably not all that surprising, but you never know. There might be a pinch of angst in this chappie. It has to do with Schuldig's first arrival into Schwarz. I don't know the order they came in, so please excuse any mistakes. Enjoy! (And be sure to review!)
Karaoke Night- Chapter 3
"So, who's up next?" The German asked.
Farfarello stood up.
"I'll go," He said.
Nagi gasped and Crawford's eyes widened. This could only mean bad news. Who knows what kind of anti-God crap he planned to sing. He could only hope they didn't get kicked out of the bar.
Farfarello walked up to the stage and grabbed the mic. He looked at Schuldig with a tender expression on his face.
"This is for you…" He mouthed.
Schuldig smiled sweetly and blew him a kiss. An audible snort was heard from Aya, so Schuldig turned to glare.
"You're just jealous, Kitty-boy. You wish you had a man like Farfie," Schuldig teased.
"Hardly…" Aya responded, and then he did the most unbelievable of things.
Aya turned slightly and grabbed Ken by the collar, pulling him in to a passionate kiss. Schuldig could see Aya slip his tongue into Ken's mouth. Schuldig raised his eyebrows and Yohji made a gagging sound.
"What is this, the gay assassin's union…?" Crawford muttered. (A/N: This quote is not mine. It's from an adorable Crawford/Nagi that I read somewhere. I don't know the author's name, but they're great! Kudos to whoever wrote it!)
"You bet it is!" Yohji smirked, grabbing a rather private place of Omi's. Off in the distance, all yaoi fangirls passed out simultaneously. Anyways, back to Farfie.
The one-eyed Irishman (A/N: Sounds like a lewd sexual term, eh?) opened his mouth, a beautiful deep voice flowing from it.
"There's something cold and blank,
Behind her smile.
She's standing on an overpass,
In her miracle mile.
You were, from a perfect world,
A world that threw me away today
Today to run away.
A pill to make you numb,
A pill to make you dumb,
A pill to make you, anybody else.
All the drugs in this world,
Won't save her from herself.
Her mouth was an empty cut,
She was waiting to fall.
Just bleeding like a polaroid,
That lost all her dolls.
You were, from a perfect world,
A world that threw me away today
Today to run away.
A pill to make you numb,
A pill to make you dumb,
A pill to make you, anybody else.
All the drugs in this world won't save her from herself.
A pill to make you numb,
A pill to make you dumb,
A pill to make you, anybody else.
All the dugs in this world,
Won't save her from herself.
You were…from a perfect world…
A world that…threw me away…today…
A pill to make you numb,
A pill to make you dumb,
A pill to make you, anybody else.
All the dugs in this world,
Won't save her from herself.
A pill to make you numb,
A pill to make you dumb,
A pill to make you, anybody else.
All the dugs in this world,
Won't save her from herself…."
The song ended, and Crawford was blown away. Who knew Farfarello had such a sad, powerful voice? He looked over at Schuldig. Tears were welled up in the man's eyes, threatening to spill over any second. Farfarello walked over and sat down; he pulled the upset Schuldig into his arms. Crawford saw Schuldig cover his face with his hands and let out a sob. Farfarello gently stroked his hair.
"There, there…" He cooed.
Crawford knew the jest of why Schuldig was so distraught over the song. He and Farfarello had some sort of emotional attachment to it. The two had basically been together since Schuldig's arrival in Schwarz.
/FLASHBACK/
"NO! GET OFF ME!"
"Stop fighting!"
Farfarello looked up as he heard the most unholy of ruckuses. Recently, Crawford had been ordered to go track down the soon-to-be new addition of Schwarz. Supposedly a mind-reader, he would be very valuable. They would have to train the boy though, as he was unaware of his powers. A 19 year-old Crawford was currently wrestling with the 14 year-old boy, whom he basically bought into the flat. The teen was just a young little thing, but was a prostitute nonetheless. Crawford offered him a large sum of money to come home with him, and the boy agreed, of course. Once in the flat, Crawford attempted to lock the door behind him, and the boy flipped out.
Farfarello looked on amusedly as Crawford and the boy fought. He was a pretty little thing; long, soft, carrot orange hair, startling navy eyes, and pale, unmarked skin, a brushing of freckles across his scared face. The boy slapped Crawford sound across the face and ran off, past Farfarello. He heard him slam the bathroom door shut and lock it.
"That little shit!" Crawford bellowed, rubbing his stinging cheek.
"He locked himself in the bathroom…" Farfarello said calmly.
Crawford rubbed his temples.
"Whatever…Look, I know for a fact he already hates my guts, so you try to coax him out," Crawford told the 16 year-old.
Farfarello nodded and walked off to the bathroom. He could hear sobbing from inside. Crawford had frightened the boy senseless. He knocked gently on the door. A terrified 'eep' could be heard, as well as the teen scrambling against the wall, trying to protect himself.
"Come on out little one, I won't hurt you…" Farfarello cooed.
"G-Go away!"
"Now, now…don't be like that."
Farfarello took a bobby-pin from his pocket and picked the lock. He didn't open the door yet, however.
Farfarello heard the boy open the window, and then some clothes rustling. The teen was going to attempt to crawl out the window. They lived on the fifth floor. Farfarello quickly flung the door open, just as the boy stepped out the window.
"No!"
Farfarello rushed forward and grabbed the boy around the waist before he could fall. Almost falling out the window himself, Farfarello pulled him back. The teen was kicking and screaming, pitching a royal fit.
"LET GO! I'D RATHER KILL MYSELF THAN BE HURT AGAIN!" He screeched.
Farfarello stumbled backwards, the boy's struggling throwing him off balance. He turned around just in time, falling on top of the teen. Farfarello was between the boy's skinny legs (which were mostly bare, due to the skimpy jean shorts he was wearing). This scared the boy half to death and he let out a terrified scream. Farfarello quickly picked him up and held him close.
"Shhh…it's okay…I won't hurt you…" He cooed, rocking the boy back and forth.
This comforted the fourteen year-old somehow, and he clung to Farfarello's shirt, crying harshly.
"There, there…why don't you tell me your name…?
"Sc-Schuldig…."
Farfarello picked Schuldig up and carried him to the living room, where Crawford was waiting.
The skinny boy glared viciously at Crawford.
"Don't mind
him, he just doesn't know how to treat a boy," Farfarello said.
He could hear a tiny giggle from Schuldig.
"You sure do, though…"
Farfarello smiled. Schuldig was a sweet little thing after you gained his trust. Crawford rolled his eyes.
"Whatever…you can sleep with him (A/N: XD) until I get a room set up."
Schuldig nuzzled his tiny cheek against Farfarello's
LATER THAT NIGHT…..
Under the sheets of Farfarello's bed, Schuldig had his tiny body curled up against Farfarello's. Tears spilled down his pretty face.
"Why are you crying…?" Farfarello asked.
"I'm scared…"
Farfarello wrapped his arms around Schuldig.
"There's no need to be…I'll protect you…"
Farfarello heard Schuldig sniffle. He stroked the boy's hair and began to sing.
"There's something cold and blank,
Behind her smile.
She's standing on an overpass,
In her miracle mile…."
Farfarello sang the entire song, and Schuldig had stopped crying.
"You have a really pretty voice…" Schuldig said shyly.
Farfarello smiled.
"Thank you."
He rubbed his scarred face up against Schuldig's.
"There's no need to fear any of us. I'll keep you safe. I'll make sure that no one will hurt you…"
/END FLASH BACK/ (A/N: Longest flashback yet)
From that day on, Farfarello sang that song to Schuldig whenever the man became frightened, or sad. Schuldig would hold onto Farfarello as if he were the last person on the planet and cry his eyes out, and Farfarello would cradle him tightly, telling Schuldig that everything would be alright. Schuldif felt that the song descrbed his life perfectly up until he met Farfarello.
Crawford saw Schuldig smile sweetly, and then kiss Farfarello senseless.
"You're so sweet…" The German whispered.
"I try…"
Farfarello slipped one of his hands up Schuldig's shirt and rubbed his soft skin. Schuldig practically purred and nuzzled up against Farfarello.
"Alright! Enough sap already! If you two get any sweeter, we're all gonna get diabetes…!" Nagi squawked.
Schuldig glared and kissed Farfarello anyways.
'Don't worry. When we get home, I'll fuck you until you can't scream anymore…' Farfarello thought. (Quote from my lover, Tearanany. Love you! –heart-)
Schuldig read the thought and grinned
'I'm looking forward to it.'
Yohji suddenly stood up, just a tad drunk.
"I'm totally next!" He exclaimed.
Aya stared in complete disgust. Yohji was quite drunk, and the last thing Aya wanted was for that idiot to make a friggin' scene out of himself. He was a shame to Weiss!
"Oh Jeeezus…" Aya grumbled.
TBC…
A/N: So, did ya like it? Farfarello sang "Coma White" By Marilyn Manson. I realized something….I can update if I just type the stupid thing up, instead of writing it down first. So, I'm never going to write a fic down again, I shall only type it. That way, I can actually update more. Well then, please leave a review! I might write a lemoooooon! Love and snoodles to all! –smooch-
P.S- Did I get the format right for the song lyrics? I hope it looks better than the last chapter…
P.P.S- I'm sorry about all the quoting in the chapter. We're doing parenthetical documentation in English, and the teacher kind of drilled it into my head. DAMN YOU, MRS. BEATTY! (I hope she dies…) Okay…I'll shut up now and be sure to update soon…
