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Enjoy the madness all.

Breakdown

Chapter 6: Farfarello

It was all too amusing to the madman because even to him it was so painfully obvious.

Schuldig was in love and Crawford was oblivious.

Farfarello pitied his leader. For all the things Crawford saw, for all his foresight and visions, he was unable to see what was directly in front of him. Schuldig was in love with him and had been for some time now.

Of course it was hard to take anything that Schuldig said seriously because he was always joking around, but even under all that teasing, there was truth. And when it came to his feelings, Schuldig was always upfront.

To anyone, the German was an open book. Crawford just never took the time to read him. All he did was skim the surface, so what he saw was the taunting and he completely missed the underlying message.

Why was a precognitive man so blind? That question stumped Farfarello but it also made him laugh.

An insane killer was more observant than Schwartz's fearless leader.

"You're not supposed to do that over the carpet," Nagi admonished as he watched the albino slice into his arm, drawing out a stream of blood.

Farfarello stared intently at the blood. He'd already made half a dozen incisions into his flesh just so he could watch the red liquid flow. He felt nothing since his nerve endings were dead, but he was fascinated by the crimson fluid leaking from his veins.

"He won't let me have him, you know," he said, slicing a little deeper than before. Nagi winced for him. "He's a bad man for getting my hopes up like that."

Farfarello continued to cut himself and Nagi frowned, but had enough sense not to try and take the knife from the mad Irishman.

"I'm going to need to bandage you before you go to your room," said the teen, leaving for a minute to fetch a towel. Farfarello had started in on the other arm by the time Nagi returned.

"Stop that now," said Nagi, "I want to go to bed soon."

Farfarello obediently stopped cutting himself and licked the blood off the knife before slipping it back into a slit in his vest.

"Why can't he see it?" he asked, finally looking up from the blood as Nagi dropped a towel over the wounds on one arm, carefully holding it in place.

Nagi wasn't afraid of hurting the Irishmen since he felt no pain, but he still didn't want to make any moves that might be misconstrued as aggressive. Farfarello was knife happy and he had a vest full of shiny blades.

"What are you talking about?" Nagi asked, tugging on Farfarello's arm lightly to let the albino know that he wanted him to get up and follow him. He left Farfarello to hold the towel after that and marched off the bathroom, expecting the madman to follow.

Farfarello rounded into the bathroom and took his place on the lowered toilet seat. "Ye know who I'm talking about." He let the towel fall to the floor so he could watch the blood again.

Nagi frowned and picked it up. "I really don't know," Nagi replied, wetting a cloth to clean up the blood on the more damaged arm first.

"Crawford and Schuldig," Farfarello explained. "Yer a child, but you can't be that naïve that you don't see it."

Nagi's brow knitted as he concentrated on getting the Irishman cleaned up. "What am I supposed to see?"

"He loves him," said Farfarello, and then began a sing-song chant of 'loves him' as he stared up at the ceiling.

"Schuldig's just joking around." Nagi finished cleaning and bandaging one arm and moved onto the other.

Farfarello stared back at him, but with a far off look in his eye. "He jokes. But it's the truth. I guess yer like Crawford."

His gaze went back to the ceiling and Nagi concluded that he was finished talking since he'd retreated into his mind again, mumbling things like 'loves him' and 'can't see' between his usual nonsensical babbling.

Farfarello was rather fond of his chaotic mind. It kept everyone guessing. Even the great telepath Schuldig couldn't piece his thoughts together. And it brought him a certain kind of joy when the German received a headache from trying to sift through his mind.

The Irishman could be coherent when he wanted to be, but he liked the jumble too much. Even when he spoke he liked to keep his teammates wondering unless he really had something that he deemed was important enough to convey in a way they'd understand.

Simpletons.

It wasn't Farfarello's fault that they had difficulty reconstructing his thoughts with only the few segments and key words that he'd decided to speak for them. He didn't like to think of himself as insane. He preferred the term "complex."

Yes. He was complex.

"Done," said Nagi, bringing Farfarello somewhat back to reality. The boy had finished tending to the Irishman's latest wounds.

Farfarello grabbed his wrist as the teen reached forward to straighten a clean bandage slightly and Nagi visibly flinched.

"I'm complex," the albino grinned.

Nagi furrowed his brow and nodded jerkily, pulling his arm back, glad that Farfarello had let go so easily.

"You are," he agreed and stood up. "And I'm tired. It's time for bed."

Farfarello stood and followed him out of the bathroom and to his room where he would be promptly locked in for the night after being placed in a straight jacket.

He made absolutely no fuss as Nagi went through the nightly routine with him. He even requested that the jacket straps be tightened a little more, hoping that he could sense even the slightest tingle of pain from the newest scars he'd made.

Of course he felt nothing, but the thought alone of stressing the damaged flesh even more delighted him.

Nagi left Farfarello sitting on his mattress with his back pressed up against the wall, the uncomfortable position the madman always slept in, and walked to the door.

"He should just fuck him and be done with it if you ask me," Farfarello mused out loud. Nagi turned before closing the door, blinking.

"Sodomy hurts God." The albino smiled in a frenzied way and Nagi shook his head, shutting the door as he bid him good night and went off to bed himself.

"Hurts God…can't see…loves him…fucks him….kill you…kill you…kill you…."

Farfarello fell asleep, grinning.