| Part 4 Farferello could have jumped for joy when Takatori took his large leather brief case from the floor and stood. It meant the meeting was over and they could leave. Like a bullet leaving a gun he shot out of his seat and was out of the door before you could say �go�. He hated to wait and desperately moved from foot to foot as he waited for the others to come out. Takatori first, followed by Nagi, *he still wondered if the kid could see through the computer the way it blocked his vision* followed by Crawford and� /wait a minute�that German asshole didn�t just do what I think he did, did he?/ Crawford on cue made a strangled sound in his throat and turned abruptly as his ass was pinched. /he did, I�ll kill him/ Farferello stepped forwards, intent on doing the redhead some serious damage but stopped at Crawford�s look. �Why don�t you get us some drinks Farf?� Schuldig sniggered, his hand currently making its way back to Crawford�s rear. Before Farferello could make a bitchy retort Takatori stepped in. �Yes Farferello, maybe some coffee will stop you falling asleep in my meetings.� Narrowing his eyes he walked off to the vending machine. His blood was boiling and he couldn�t stand the way Crawford ignored him around the others, even so much as flirting in his eyes, with Schuldig. He�d always been insecure about their relationships and currently his doubt wasn�t leaving him. Making the drinks like the �good� boy he was *if you could believe that* he made his way back. Before the door, he met with Nagi, laptop under arm as he took a drink. �Takatori had to go, some meeting, blah, blah� the kid didn�t seem interested, he wrinkled his nose at the foul smelling drink and walked off. Presumably up to his room shared with Schuldig, in the hotel they were at. Turning his back on the doors he pushed through, struggling not to burn himself with the spilling drinks and wished an unhappy death on Takatori for making him leave Schuldig with his lover. Setting the tray down on a nearby table he looked around, noticing he was alone he continued to growl. /of all the shitty, nasty, bastardly�/ his thoughts cut off as he heard a muffled curse from inside the conference room. Pulling the large door open he found Crawford pressed into a chair with Schuldig in front of his face, obviously very intent on trying to get what he wanted. The noise of the doors slamming open at the force of Farferello�s push caught the other twos attention. Heads turned towards him, Crawford paler, with slight horror resided on his face, and Schuldig�s showed annoyance at being interrupted. Farferello felt himself choke on his breath at the position he�d caught them in, and in his haste to get out of the room, didn�t realize Crawford had been pushing Schuldig off of him as much as possible. Trying to not make it to obvious Crawford waited, turning a cold gaze on Schuldig, he glared daggers. �I�m not interested, so leave it for crying out loud. You try and touch me up again and I will hurt you� feigning his annoyance more he walked out of the room, slamming the door shut and left a smug looking Schu, sitting crossed legged whilst shining a pair of his newest glasses. �You�ll be mine soon Brad, who can resist me?� *modest much?* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Farferello tried to not look to broken when he had found them. He always knew Crawford would find someone better. Either more attractive, or intelligent or just plain saner. They�d grown up from completely different backgrounds. He�d always been poor, his father had left him as a baby and his mother had turned to drink. At the age of eleven she found herself a new man which later became his stepfather. Alex, though he appeared kind to his friends and loved his two other children treated him like he was no more than a piece of scum. In the first year he�d been ok, but when his mother died, his true persona showed. He was forever beaten and bruised as a young child, he was taken from school to clean the house whilst Alex�s own children lived a life of luxury. If he did something wrong he was beaten and the children blamed everything that did go wrong on him. At fourteen Alex had come home drunk, the others were on a school trip and Alex was pissed off at losing a game of cards. Farferello was pulled out of bed and slapped around the face. He was accused of stealing and was beaten. That night he was given the first of many scars. This one to his bottom lip as Alex�s solid gold ring tore into the soft flesh, blood was spilt everywhere, the punishment had continued until Alex was to tired to continue, and even then Farferello had to clean up the mess or suffer more beatings. Over the next year the treatment didn�t get better. Farferello was beaten with belts and straps, scarring his back and areas of his face many times. The loss of his eye happened on his sixteenth birthday. Alex, now dying of liver failure had drunken himself into a stupor and had tried to kill the boy, instead of slashing his throat like intended, he slashed at Farferello�s face. The left side of his face just above and below his eye was scarred; the eye itself lost forever. It was not long after he was put into a home that he changed himself more so than ever. The name was the first to go. Jei had been the weaker of them. Allowing himself to be treated so poorly, Jei vowed to never be hurt again and became Farferello, the stronger, less sane man person he was now. He was to condition to being hurt badly already, it had altered him, made him slightly crazy and his step fathers tortures and threats with knives had turned him into the obsessive person he was. Only now Farferello realized that he was still weak. /I let it happen again, I trusted someone, I loved them and now I get what I deserve/ Farferello hadn�t realized he�d paused in step throughout his thoughts, and grudgingly moved on to the room he shared with Crawford. He inwardly cursed himself, a small growling emanating from is lips, when he heard a call from behind him, turning slightly he caught glimpse of the one who�d caused him the pain he had once refused to accept and acknowledge. �Leave me alone Brad�� |