�. . .kept in the dark but you were there in front of me. . .
. . .without a thought without a voice without a soul. . .�
Farfarello hung upside down from the ceiling in his straight jacket as Crawford grinned, his fingertips slowly dragging over the Berserker�s rough, scarred texture of skin on his face. Farfarello could only glare in his helpless state, hoping that maybe for one reason or another another Schwarz member would seek entry into his room. Though, never-the-less, like any other time his hopes proved false and the inner torture would begin.
Brad�s fingers began to trail upward, painstakingly slowly running themselves along parts of the Berserker�s body he no longer wished exist. �Maybe someday you�ll successfully learn to kill a Wei� member. Until then, punishment continues as stated before.� The Irishman�s rage began to build, inwardly wondering if the same thing happened when Nagi or Schuldig would fail. Or, maybe the asshole only used it as an excuse for a bit of fun and games with an already helpless victim. Oh, the treasure he�d give to run his retractable blade along Brad�s neck, never having to �follow� the leader again.
Meanwhile, Nagi was nearly two floors down in the headquarters, practicing his telekinetic skills on a few household items. Nagi brought at first the couch to move, bringing it through the doorway and to the kitchen, then back again and sat down respectively where it had been before. Schuldig mumbled something, having been sitting on the couch while Nagi decided to toy around in his point of view. By the time Nagi returned the couch to its previous position, Schuldig had been munching on a bag of chips he had grabbed. �Very good, Nagi, but practice on something else when I�m watching the television!� Nagi grinned, a small nod of his head given. �Sure, sure, but what are you doing to prepare for Wei�?� Schuldig shrugged Nagi off, seemingly dismissing him with a wave of his hand. �Brad will come up with something. By the way, where is Brad?� Nagi yawned, beginning toward the stairs. �Last I heard he was checking on the security of Farfarello�s straight jacket.� Sighing, Schuldig shrugged his shoulders. �He�s been up there some time, Nagi. Why doesn�t he allow us to check on him anymore?� Nagi shrugged as well, placing a hand to the stairs railing. �I don�t know, Schuldig. Maybe you can play around with his mind a bit and find out?�
�Whose mind?� Crawford�s voice sounded deep and harsh as he stood at the top of the stairs. Nagi froze, a small shrug of his shoulders. �Someone from Wei�. I figure maybe we can learn something about them to aid us in destroying them.� Crawford grinned, slowly making his way down the stairs. �An excellent idea, Nagi. Now get some rest.�
Farfarello squirmed in his straight jacket he had been placed back in after the sexual assault. He didn�t scream. He wouldn�t have felt the physical pain but maybe the emotional, and Crawford could stop him before he did. Why him? Why didn�t Nagi or Schuldig come to see him anymore? What had Crawford done to keep them from coming to see him? No, it wouldn�t matter anymore; something was going to be done. And by the dark abyss, it would happen soon. Early sunset broke into deep blue night, the Berserker quietly squirming in an attempt to get out from his restraint.
He�d done it before and surely he could do it again. After all, nights of torture left the Oracle weaker than the Irishman, and he usually couldn�t fasten the jacket too tightly. After merely an hour of squirming, he found himself free, gripping the rope that hung him and slipping his ankles and feet out from its grasp. He crept out of his room, then quietly down the stairs, freezing at every sound the poor man heard. Who would he go to? He needed help; surely he couldn�t do this on his own.
Wei�. Wei� were the only other assassins with the means and motivation to attack a member of Schwarz. But how would he manage to make friends of his enemies? Surely his single, brilliant, burning gold eye and massive scars would give away his identity. Once outside the hell house, he sighed. Oh well, he thought, Even if they kill me, it�d be better than being in his grasp. . .
Author's note thus far:
No, I have not finished this yet. .__. But, our site needed a good update, and I can't keep the Kiriban winner waiting. So. I posted what is done of the fic. I so hope you all enjoy, and do check back for the rest, which might/probably will be up by this weekend! Our Kiriban winner requested it be non-angsty, romantic, with a pairing of FarfarelloxBrad/FarfarelloxAya. Yes, I bent her wishes a little, and got a bit angsty, and I'm so sorry! Please forgive me! But, any how, I hope you enjoy! Please check back for the rest! ( e-mail me with comments so far, and/or sign the Guest Book with comments. Arigatou! )
~ Aya-kun.
Part 2