Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Fallen Ones ❯ Chapter 2: …so let me rest. ( Chapter 3 )

Yes. Yes, I am being naughty, starting another fic, when I promised I'd be working on my first, but…

*wails* I HAD TO GET THIS OUT OF MY HEAD!!!! IT WON'T STOP BUGGING ME!!!

I know a lot about Sailor Moon, both manga and anime-wise (though I'm by no means an expert), and though I know little about Weiss Kreuz, I find Farfarello absolutely fascinating. (I must have some sort of fetish for people with silver hair *smile*)

So I did a lot of research on him, to portray him in the best way, yet in a way I could be comfortable in. I've decided on the cold, smart Farfarello, though weather he's insane or just eerily creepy, I haven't quite decided yet.

Disclaimer: Yes I do admit I do not own neither of these magnificent works, but it's great fun borrowing them. If I ever get around to drawing my own manga, than maybe we can trade. But till then… *sigh* I'll have to settle for loaning them from their respective owners.

Authors note: I might be stepping on a lot of toes when writing this, but I'm sure Farfarello would forgive me. After all, there's going to be a whole lot of blasphemy in later chapters. Usagi… Hell! Usagi forgives everyone!!!

So enjoy!!

The Fallen Ones

Chapter 2: …so let me rest.

Blood sprayed everywhere, though most drops rained down on Farfarello and the angel-statue, soaking them crimson red. The body of the girl fell limply to the ground, her face still shining with her last smile, as serene as the angel's, flecks of blood doting her face.

Weiss was in chaos; Ken and Omi both looking wide-eyed and lost, while Aya stood back numbly in shock, none of them capable of absorbing the fact of such a young child committing suicide.

Only Yohji reacted to Berserkers version of a mercy killing, sprinting towards him in a rage, his wire pulled out ready to fight.

Farfarello was standing calmly in the moonlight. He would have made a serene picture looking down at a sleeping child next to the marble statue, but they all knew the child was not sleeping and both the angel and him were dripping her blood.

As Yohji closed in on him, Farfarello turned towards him, face gone cold and withdrawn once again, "Are you going to put me to rest now, kitten?"

Yohji snarled at him, wire flung out ready to loop around his target. "You can fucking count on it, you bastard!!!"

The only reply that Balinese got in return was a mocking smile as Berserker caught his wire in his hand, not even flinching as it cut his flesh. That manic glint had returned to his eyes, not a sound escaping his lips.

"What's going on, Brad? I can't read Farf," Schuldig elbowed Crawford, half whining, half worried; Schuldig didn't like not knowing peoples thoughts, and especially not knowing what Farfarello's intentions was frightening.

Crawford himself was frowning, trying to puzzle out what little clear-sight he could get from his visions. All he knew was that they couldn't help Farfarello this time, whatever was going to happen had to happen.

Raising his dagger, the same silver dagger covered in the young girl's blood, the Berserker gave manic grin to his opponent, licking it lazily before tossing it casually aside. Getting in a lazy stance, he raised his arm and beckoned Yohji, taunting him, still fisting Balinese's wire.

An intricate dance followed. Yohji aggressively attacking Farfarello, trying to ensnare him in his wire, while the Berserker merely grinned, dancing away, ducking all barbs and loops sent his way, leading the frustrated Weiss member back to his team-mates.

Dodging Balinese's attacks, Farfarello sprinted through the bloodstained grass towards the other Weiss crew, who were still in shock, silently watching the two fighting, his arm drawing out the small dagger hidden in his bandages.

"Naughty kittens," he scolded Aya, eye gleaming with cruel amusement; shaking the dagger at him mockingly, before flinging it full force; the dagger landing full hilt into the tree trunk, inches from Omi's head.

"Show your claws, Weiss," he breathed down the redheads ear, dancing away before Abyssinian could react, narrowly missing Balinese's deadly wire yet again.

Fighting this Farfarello was nothing like the normal Berserker, Weiss soon discovered. This Farfarello, though still silent and ever grinning, was toying with them; never attacking, dodging their combined attacks of bugnuk's, katana's and wire, and still luring all of them into targeting each other.

None of their attacks had hit him, not even once; and they were butchering each other in the process, making them look more like foolish armatures than the skilled assassins that they were. Farfarello was aware of their every move, of their every thought and breath, speaking of a deadly intelligence. As he moved through his graceful martial dance, they were all aware that if he were to draw a weapon, that dance would prove fatal for them, urging them to fight all the harder to overpower him, to preserve their lives.

Schwarz had never seen Berserker battle with such skill before; possessing such fluid grace. It was like watching an artist as he danced around them all, weaving around them, never missing a beat, manipulating them all to follow his chosen path.

Crawford couldn't help but worry, though he remained aloof on the outside. Farfarello obviously knew what he was doing, reading their moves, and he was never endangered, but what were his intentions dancing this dance of death? Weiss were injuring themselves, but the cuts were never serious. Just enough to make them bleed, not incapacitate them. Teasing them, enraging them further.

What was Farfarello's ploy? What was he trying to do? Exactly whose death was the madman trying to weave?

Omi watched from the outside, his other team-mates attacking the Berserker. He was slowly leading them into a spiral, an indecipherable one were it not for the wire that he was still clutching in his fist. But as the spiral got tighter and tighter, he would slowly get trapped, cornered by his three opponents, trapped. Why would he do such a thing?

There was nothing Omi could do, but aim his bow gun as the madman stepped into the nexus of his deadly spiral.

As they continued fighting, Aya noticed that while Berserker was still grinning as they got closer and closer to hitting him, the crazy gleam in his one shining eye faded. Abyssinian was worried.

Yohji's rage had slowly mellowed as the battle progressed, letting Balinese's training and calculating gaze slowly emerge. Yet his attacks were still lacking, less coordinated or precise due to Berserker's handful of metal wire. But he was getting closer…

Ken was getting tired. They'd been fighting for a while now, and they still hadn't landed a single hit on the Berserker. He was sore from all the bruises and cuts he had gotten from the others missing their target and angry that the madman kept mocking them, toying with them every step of the way.

As his foot finally reached the centre, Farfarello raised his eyes to meet the forth Weiss member.

Time stood still for a second, as Omi and the one codenamed the Berserker stared into each others eyes. Omi raised his bow sadly as Farfarello's grin grew brighter. He knew now what the madman wanted.

"NOW, KITTEN!!" the Berserker howled as he raised his arms, spinning; trapping himself in the tightening wire as it cut into his flesh, binding him.

Omi fired his bow gun, twisting quickly.

The ampoule hit Aya, startling him, before he dropped to the floor, unconscious, just as the other two fell upon the Irish.

Ken flinched as he saw Aya go down by Bombay's darts, throwing him off course, merely cutting Farfarello in the stomach instead of a more fatal wound, and knocking Yohji down.

"STOP!! IT'S WHAT HE WANTS YOU TO DO!!!" Omi screamed at them as he raced down the grass towards them, "HE'S TRYING TO COMMIT SUICIDE!!"

Sinking to his knees, Farfarello grinned, not lifting a finger now that he had gotten what he wanted.

"Clever kitten," he smiled, looking down at them, even from his kneeling position, the wire cutting deeper with each breath he took.

Examining the wound in his stomach, which though causing no internal damage, was bleeding a lethal amount of fluid, he smiled coldly up at Bombay, "Much too late though."

Nagi ripped loose from Schuldig's hold. He hadn't interfered, but he damn sure was going to be there when his friend died; to hell with what Oracle thought of that.

Weiss hardly acknowledge Schwarz joining them. Ken and Yohji were staring at Farfarello as if he'd lost his head, while Omi was administrating the antidote to the sleeping Aya.

The wire slowly uncoiled from the silver haired youth, courtesy of Nagi. Crawford and Schuldig stood solemnly behind him, watching the wounded Irishman.

Without the hard metal wire to hold him up, Farfarello collapsed on the ground. His eye closed, as if in sleep; a smile still on his face, though this one was no longer mocking or cold.

To Nagi it seemed fit that he would only smile happily as he lay dying.

"Hmph. Seems he got his peace," Yohji spat out contemptuously, eyeing the forgotten massacre that the madman left in his wake.

"No!"

Spinning around, the assassins searched the area. People seeing them standing in the middle of a massacre would be Bad.

A beautiful girl was standing in the moonlight. The very same patch of moonlight where Schwarz had found Farfarello not an hour ago.

She was clothed in a long silken dress, the very colour of moonlight. Golden moons crossed her breasts in an ornate pattern, pearls and golden thread hugging her torso. A huge bow rested at the small of her back, gathering all the material, keeping the dress form hugging, yet billowing. A fairy dress.

Her silver hair blew in an invisible breeze, gathered in two unusual ponytails trailing to the ground, reflecting the moonlight she stood in, creating a simple glow. Pearls adorned her hair, weaved in intricate patterns, making her appear more angelic and pure.

A glowing crescent moon was shining from beneath her silver locks, resting between her eyebrows, signifying that this was no mere human.

"No."

Her silver eyes filled with tears, her sadness radiating off her as she looked down heartbroken on the fallen Farfarello.

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Praeceps:

Do I really have to tell you who the girl is?

Well, I believe Farf is a bit back in character, though not quite yet…Wonder how long it'll take. Hmm…

Oh! And any spelling mistakes can be blamed on incompetent English teachers, and/or my spell-check program, because I, myself, am PERFECT!!! ;-P (and when I say perfect, I MEAN perfect. My daddy said so ;-)

If you have any questions about the story that you find unclear, I will do my best to answer them, as long as I deem them of no harm to my present plot-line.