Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Fallen Ones ❯ Chapter 4: One day you will have to choose… ( Chapter 5 )

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 4: One day you will have to choose…

Ken's mind was reeling. Farfarello was up. Farfarello was walking. Farfarello was supposed to be dead from the stomach wound Ken gave him!

This, he decided, was not a good day.

Farfarello was up walking. He was staring quite emotionlessly at his captive, showing no signs of recognition as he held her in the air by her throat. Then again, he wasn't showing signs of having been wounded either, except for the ripped clothing, and they'd all seen him bleeding.

The girl was handling the situation remarkably well; she was neither gloating, at haven been proven right, nor cringing in horror, at being proven right. The two were simply staring at each other; she, hanging limply from his hand, looking down; he, gripping her throat, looking up at her; both emotionlessly locked in gaze, studying each other.

It was Farfarello that broke the silence, letting go of his hold, making the girl tumble to the ground in a heap. Staring her down, he crossed his arms; his single eye fixed on her.

"Naughty rabbit," he snapped at her, the only sign of his annoyance; turning around and striding towards the rest of his team, who were still standing next to Weiss in semi-shock.

"Farfarello?"

He stopped, back turned to her; waiting, yet not acknowledging her presence. Standing still; an unmoving statue. Weiss stood bare meters from him, watching his reactions.

His faced had closed off what little emotion it usually conveyed; cold, shoulders tense, his only eye staring into the distance, unblinking, seeing straight through them. In the dark, he could be mistaken for a ghost, shadows clouding his features.

"Are you--. Do you--," she started, licking her lips nervously, unsure how to begin. Gathering her courage, she tried again.

"Do you know who I am?" she questioned timidly, hands folded, as if in silent prayer. She was sitting in the grass where he'd dropped her, legs tucked neatly to her side, her lacy dress spread over them. She looked lost and fragile; vulnerable, as she sat staring into her lap guiltily.

There was silence.

Eight people watching, waiting for the silent one to answer, but no answer came forth. He merely stood there; stiff, cold, unrelenting…

'His eyes are like ice,' Nagi thought, shivering, 'Impenetrable.' Not even Schuldig could read Farfarello's thoughts without permission.

"Farfarello…" his shoulders tensed, imperceptible to the untrained eye; he was getting annoyed.

"…do you remember me?" she tried again, her musical voice hanging in the air; uncertain.

Without warning, he had turned facing her; a sardonic smile on his face as he tapped his temple with a silver dagger, a dagger that should, by all laws of physics, still be in a tree trunk. Mockingly he took a step closer, making her flinch when she saw the blood trickling from the shallow cuts the dagger left with each tap.

"I know a Bunny Rabbit when I see one," he teased, mocking smile widening as he licked his blood off the blade, before turning serious again, a steely glint in his eyes.

"Are you the rabbit of the moon, girl?" he growled low, beckoning her towards him, throwing a warning glare at Weiss; Schwarz knew too well not to interfere with the madman's games.

Bending low, as she rose on her toes, he whispered in her ear, "This evil ghost remembers a lot, Bunny Rabbit. We remember the blood we spilt, the lives we took, the misery we bring; and that is all we know, Baby Rabbit."

Pushing her away, making her stagger back a few steps before she regained her balance, he made as to turn. Her hand shot out, catching his arm, pleading eyes searching his own. "Please," she begged, "I need to know."

She was glowing, her skin reflecting the shine of the moon. Her dress swayed wildly in time to her fluctuating power, creating a soft rustling sound as the magically white lace whipped around her. The crescent on her forehead burned a blearing gold, her silver-white bangs swirling around them both from her two odango-ponytails. Her eyes shone a deep silver, full of desperate hope and longing, the colour so dark it reflected the midnight sky, and the powerful orbs were fastened on him. She looked both feral and regal in her desperate plight, his arm grasped firmly between her fists.

Farfarello broke the stare, shrugging her tight fist off of him, not caring about the power radiating off her. Everything about him seemed weary, tired.

Maybe even the Berserker can grow tired of fighting, Nagi thought, eyeing his friends shoulders slump in defeat.

A single golden eye rose from the ground, for once showing feelings besides cold fury or gleeful bloodlust. It swept around the clearing, evaluating each face watching him intently, letting them see into his mind for once, before moving on to the next.

A tired gaze is what met them; an ancient soul, full of hurt and sorrow, eyes laden with unwanted knowledge… of Pride… Rage… Pain… Loss…

Farfarello looked old. Beaten, as the blood trickled down his chin.

Pausing at the angel statue, his eye found its sanctuary, when none could meet his gaze. A wistful sigh escaped his lips as his eye roamed over the Angel of Peace, his face softening at her tender smile.

With a softness none had ever heard him use, he spoke, his eyes never straying from the angel as he answered the young maiden. "Go to sleep, Little Bunny," he said, voice filled with sad patience, raising his eye to meet hers yet again, "Go to bed, Little Rabbit. There is nothing for you here…"

Her eyes brightened with the sheen of tears, though few broke free from them. A brave smile graced her face, though her face betrayed her sadness. Slipping a hand out from the folds of her dress, she lightly stroked his cheek, a silver sparkle lingering from her touch, erasing the blood marring his face, and healing him.

"That's okay," she murmured softly, eyes filled with unvoiced gratefulness, "That's all I need for now…"

"Besides," she smiled, eyes twinkling through her tears, "There's always tomorrow. And as long as you're alive, there's always hope."

Taking a step closer, her smile brightened, filled with trusting warmth.

"And I'm not alone. Not anymore…" she whispered, closing her eyes, a playful smile resting on her face as she leaned into him. Soft lips briefly brushed his chin, a chaste kiss filled with affection, before she darted swiftly away, leaving behind a startled Farfarello.

Cupping her hands together, she called out to them from a distance, with no regard to the time of night or the bodies strewn across her feet.

"I lost you once, Farfarello, the night the moon shone red and you slew for the first time. I WILL NOT run this time. I have done my running. I have done my hiding. I am NOT afraid anymore.

"You made a promise, Farfarello, you swore on the Holy Tower of Prayers. 'I swear on the blood smeared on the Holy Tower,' you said, 'that my soul will be the last to go. You will have your peace, Selene. Your people will die, their lies will crumble, and their ruins lie in blood. Only the damned will walk the Earth, alone, and "Peace" will be my message.'

"We are the last, Farfarello, and we have both paid the price. I know your secret and I will not loose you again. Your blood calls to me too much now, sharing the same taint…

"Only you can kill me, Farfarello…" she trailed off, heartbroken; sounding lost, unsure of herself. "Only you can help me die."

A silver dagger lay in her palm, limp as she offered it to him, arm outstretched. It was a beautiful dagger; ornate moons etched into it with gold, making it look more like a ceremonial dagger than a weapon meant to kill.

He did not take it, refusing to even look at the woman holding it.

Sad eyes looked back at the silent figure as she spoke, solemnly, "Someday you will have to choose, Farfarello. One day you cannot hide."

And with that she turned, walking away from them, leaving the dagger behind.

Schuldig tried to pick up the ornate weapon, being the nearest of them all, but it melted into moonbeams at his touch, rematerialising in front of the silent Irishman.

The silver haired youth stared at the dagger as it hovered in front of him, not touching it, before his gaze returned to the mysterious girl that no one knew. Turmoil seemed to cloud his single golden eye as he watched her leave.

'Someday you will have to choose, Farfarello…'

"Did you know that girl, Farfarello?" Nagi's curious voice floated through the air, as they all stepped closer. Too much weird things had happened for them to fight against each other this night, and they were all still slightly weary of the seemingly risen from the dead Berserker.

Someday you will have to choose…

Somewhere a decision was made…

Closing his eyes, lips parted, a young man spoke a word that none had heard him speak before.

"Serenity…"

The girl stopped. Frozen.

His voice grew stronger as he opened his eye, gazing at her unblinkingly as he spoke, eye blazing.

"Serenity was your name… Serenity of the Light. Serenity of the Moon. Serenity, the purest of the Lunari and daughter of the Queen. Serenity… the only one who cried for me… Serenity Is You; both in body and spirit…"

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Praeceps:

Right, I think I'm quite pleased with this chapter (this would be where this statement comes back to bite me in the ass ^-^)

Finally we actually get the name of 'the girl', yes it is Serenity and yes she is in her princess form at the moment, we will be seeing Usagi, but not yet…

Now, some are wondering how Farfarello knows her… The thing is, I'm not telling (yes, I am a bastard). You can guess all you like, but their past has been fully planned and you'll be seeing more of it (one hint: it's the parts written 'italics'). To be perfectly honest, it's the future I'm not entirely sure of. I mean I know some main points, but not all. But I'm not too worried as the destination is only half the fun…

Ooc-ness is… oh hell, tough shit, their staying that way!!!

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.