Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Fallen Ones ❯ Chapter 3: I thought I was alone… ( Chapter 4 )

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!!!

Wow… Not a single flamer for killing Farfarello. Don't you guys like him?

So enjoy!!

The Fallen Ones

Chapter 3: I thought I was alone…

In my dreams, I see a door; and I know that as soon as that door opens, my world will change forever…

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In a park, in Tokyo, seven figure were standing. Six of them were gazing at the seventh, a pixie-woman weeping for something none of them could comprehend.

Aya came awake, sporting a mild headache, compliments of Omi's concoction. It was no fun waking up in a pool of blood, especially when that blood belonged to one of your most hated nemesis's; it left him feeling rather sticky and repulsed by the strong coppery smell surrounding him.

At least it wasn't his blood.

However befuddled Abyssinian's mind was, he was still a skilled assassin. Having confirmed that 'yes, he was alive' the next step would be to survey his surroundings. He had already confirmed that the body next to him was indeed the fallen Berserker; whether or not he was alive was not relevant; he would not be alive much longer, not with that amount of blood lost.

Several pairs of feet stood scattered around him, making him aware that more than just Weiss were standing by him, Schwarz must be there too. But no one was fighting. Everyone was quiet; an eerie quiet. Facing the same way, judging by their boots.

Aya sat up, turning to see what had caught the interest of so many cold assassins. He was instantaneously as dumbfounded as the rest of them.

The girl was standing, trembling slightly, holding her hands clasped in front of her mouth, either from horror or sorrow; crying silent tears. Her eyes never left the bleeding form of Farfarello.

Did she think that they had done it? Omi thought surveying the park littered with corpses. It might look that way, since none had witnessed the madman at work, only his downfall.

A stray hand lightly rose to touch her hair, her eyes flicking between the locks of hair floating on the breeze around her and Farfarello's silver strands, cut short with jagged ends.

"Silver… His hair is silver…" she whispered in a trance, voice soft and wondering; dreaming; eyes going blank as she stepped closer, her gown flowing behind her.

'She's in shock,' Crawford thought to himself, watching the vapid gaze she sent them as she walked past them, as if they were not there.

Yohji stepped in front of her, face set carefully in a gentle comforting smile, blocking both her path and view of the slain assassin. Girls were his forte and this girl was obviously confused; he slipped into his damsel-in-distress mode.

"Babe," the girl looked up at him, eyes clearing a little, the silver in them sparkling, "Babe, that's not who you think it is. He's a madman. Come along with me now, and we'll get you home."

She merely ignored him, continuing around him towards the Irishman.

Helpless and not quite sure what to do he looked at the others, shrugging. They couldn't manhandle her, not while she was in shock, and she might scream. This was a very public park.

The girl sank down on the grass, beside Farfarello, blood staining her pure white gown as it pooled around her. A tentive hand, shaking slightly, reached out, hesitating, before it started to stroke the silver hair of the seemingly sleeping youth. Her other hand reached out, a bit more sure than the first, sliding down his bare arm, tracing his flesh.

"You're real. You're alive."

The awe and relief was evident in her soft voice, which both eased and disturbed Aya. Eased because the girl was not screaming her head off, surrounded by corpses and blood; disturbed him, because she was not screaming about corpses and blood, instead stroking the hair of a scarred madman who was either dead or dying.

Tears trailed down her chin as she lifted his hand, holding it to her cheek, cradling his arm lovingly in her lap.

Closing her eyes, she smiled sadly, sighing.

"Farfarello…"

That name. That one name that said so much. She knew him? Nagi glanced surprised at Schuldig and Crawford who both shook their heads. They didn't know her either.

Omi gazed at the pixie-girl, eyes full of sad sympathy; she had really known him, how ever odd that may be, and she had obviously cared. Bending down, he touched her shoulder, gaining her attention.

"Miss? You knew him? You knew Farfarello?"

She looked up, eyes full of confusion, leaking crystal tears from big silver orbs; her lips trembled as she tried to answer, still clutching at Farfarello's hand, "I-I, I was lonely… I-I've been alone for so long…" Shaking her head at unbidden memories surfacing, she continued, brokenly, closing her eyes, "He promised… He promised…"

Whirling away from Omi unexpectedly, she attacked the Berserker, rage in her eyes, pounding on his chest with her tiny fists, whispering furiously at him, "You promised, Farfarello. You swore you'd outlive us all; that you'd be the last to die!!"

As her voice rose, so did her fury.

"I am alive, Farfarello. I am still alive!!"

Yohji and Ken dragged her off him as she got louder, grabbing each their arm and hauling her away. She was becoming hysterical and they needed to subdue her if they were to escape unnoticed. She was fighting with all her might, struggling to get back to pounding on the dead mans chest, screaming at him.

"Wake up, Farfarello!! WAKE UP!! YOUR PEACE IS AN ILLUSION, FARFARELLO; YOU CAN NEVER REST!!! YOUR BLOOD WILL NOT LET YOU!!!! YOUR BLOOD WILL NOT LET YOU!!!! FARFARELLO, WAKE UP!!!!"

She wrenched free from their grasp, as if they were nothing; eyes filled with an unnatural glow, her crescent shining brighter.

Nagi was frightened, she looked dangerous; feral yet beautiful; her silver hair beginning to billow around her, swirling in violent tides; as she moved with purpose, back to the patch of moonlight where Farfarello lay.

As she progressed, the glow slowly faded, her movements loosened; her voice filled the night air, soft and calm again.

"Are you tired, Farfarello? Did you want to hide from the Bloody Moon? Are you broken, Farfarello?"

Schwarz and Weiss were inching towards each other. The girl was clearly insane, and just as dangerous as the dead man she was talking to.

Usually Schwarz would never even consider staying anywhere near the other team, but Nagi was terrified, Schuldig couldn't read her, and Crawford really didn't want to take a crack shot at her with his gun.

There was safety in numbers, and with that girl, they needed numbers. Something was very wrong about her.

Kneeling over Farfarello, the girl smiled timidly at the cowering assassins, her hands betraying her feelings of shame, of showing her distress; fingers pulling on her silver tresses. Closing her eyes, more tears fell. "I can't do it, Farfarello," she whispered, "I can't be alone."

Looking back up at the distant figures watching her, she sobbed helplessly, "I'm falling apart."

Omi shifted nervously from foot to foot. They really should have left the park by now; it was getting late… or rather, it was getting early. But the girl… the girl, whatever she was, had not moved from the Irishman's chest, alternating between sobbing and praying to him to wake up. Omi felt sorry for her, insane as she was; dead people simply did not wake up again. Farfarello was gone…

Her sobbing died down as time passed, and she merely lay over him; staring into space. Eyes abruptly narrowed, the fog clearing from them, as she straightened into a regal pose.

"I am done waiting! I will not brake!! I would use the crystal, before that happened!!" she spoke, voice full of fierce determination, cupping her hands.

Crawford barely saw what happened next, only his psychic intuition letting him see a few seconds ahead.

He was as shocked as anyone when the girl went from kneeling above the Berserker, her hands coming forward to cup something, as if about to call something forth; before she was merciless flung across the clearing, suspended above ground by a hand gripping her throat, making her feet dangle.

It was Farfarello's hand; and his eye was open, glaring at her.

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Praeceps:

Okay, so everybody knows who the girl is. But till Weiss and Schwarz find out, I'll stick to referring to her as 'the girl'.

So, 'the girl' might seem a bit out of character, but giving what's happened to her (I'm not teeeeelling!!) and her type of personality, can you blame her?

Stay tooned for more!!!

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.