Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Fallen Ones ❯ Chapter 5: I can never win… ( Chapter 6 )

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 5: I can never win…

A door silently opens, a huge door that has never opened before.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Serenity."

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"Serenity."

The name seemed to float on the wind. Testing it. Tasting it.

'Serenity…'

She was standing there, letting the wind caress her. Silver hair framed her pale face, bringing out the darkness of her eyes. An angel, frozen in time.

'Serenity…'

Yes, that was the maidens name… And as her name was spoken, she became that name; her smile spreading across her face, a soft gentle smile, warming peoples hearts; her eyes, once dark with sorrow, sparkled as the stars were reflected in twin mirrors; radiating the calm peace of the cosmos, comforting, embracing, all forgiving.

For that one moment, when her eyes shone bright, promising something better, all was right with the world. Aya's sister was awake again, Omi had a family, Yohji's partner still lived, and Ken had not been betrayed; Crawford was not bound to Estet, Nagi wasn't alone anymore, and Schuldig's mind was finally quiet…

They were happy…

And in the middle of this frozen landscape two ancient souls met once again…

"You remember…"

The look of pure awe on her face as she whispered those words warmed their hearts as they felt her joy.

The other remained silent, emotionally detached, as he gave a slight nod in answer. Yet even his features softened momentarily in her soft glowing presence before hardening again.

"I never forgot…"

The softness of the voice was a complete opposite to his grave face as he gazed steadily at her, arms crossed, a forbidding presence.

Puzzlement marred her features, warring with hurt; she was stubborn, not wanting to understand what he was saying.

"And you wouldn't have…?" she left the rest unsaid, hanging in the air, unspoken. Everybody understood what she was thinking… 'You wouldn't have spoken. You were going to leave me.'

A hush fell upon the group, none knowing what to say. This girl had come from nowhere and seemingly brought Farfarello back to life with her screaming grief. This girl knew Farfarello, knew something about him, something from the past, and had deemed him worthy of living, worthy to cry for. This girl had revealed that she was all alone, separated from her people, and that her very sanity depended on him, and he had rejected her…

"Why?"

Why would you not speak? Why did you not care? Why did you give false hope? Why am I always left alone? Why am I here? Why are you leaving me? Why did this happen? Why am I crying?

The anguish in her eyes at this one spoken word, as all these million why's ripped through her mind, trying to understand just that, Why? leaving her in turmoil as she shook, crying blinding tears as she broke.

Warm arms encircled her, holding her close as she shook, letting her collapse against his chest and let someone else be strong, just for this little while.

A head lent down, resting his forehead in the crook of her neck, mirroring her; a soothing pose from a forgotten childhood, the only move to comfort her has they stood, chin to chin, one lending support, the other taking it.

"I cannot help you, Serenity," a quiet voice whispered, close by; soft, straight forward, familiar, yet unyielding, even as he comforted her.

"I know," she smiled through her tears as she gazed into Farfarello's eye, knowing it was the simple truth. She had known, deep down. All that was left now to do was to smile, Farfarello deserved it, needed it after she had forced him.

As the girl, Serenity, stopped shaking, they stepped apart; Farfarello standing silent, watching her with omnibus cloud surrounding him; she, wiping at the last of her tears before she stepped back into her role as an angel. The assassins stood passive, watching the two, waiting for what would happen next, but all had their weapons close to them. The two were volatile, and had both displayed emotions and powers that left them weary, uncertain of them.

The last tear gone, Serenity put back on her cracked mask. Giving a half glance around the immediate area she tried a smile, giving a half laugh as she surveyed all the slaughter surrounding her.

Folding her arms around herself, she met Farfarello's eye.

"I should revive all these people," she sighed, giving a casual wave with her hand, her smile still not sitting quite right.

Farfarello eyed her silently, watching her half-hearted attempt at humour. It felt better, knowing she was trying, though it cost her to keep that mask on.

Giving a half smirk, he acknowledged her unasked question.

"You could," he agreed amused, Serenity's eyes brightening when he took the bait, "but I would only kill them again."

A secretive smile was shared between the two, Serenity lifting a hand to hide her slight snicker while Farfarello's frown twitched slightly, as if sharing an inside joke.

"Yes, you would, wouldn't you."

Her eyes twinkled as he inclined his head minutely, both gazing into each others eyes, lost in fond memories.

Ken shuffled slightly, fidgeting, beginning to feel the chill of the crisp night air as they had been standing still for far too long. When Manx had called, little time had been put aside to grab descent clothing. In their haste, most of Weiss had only grabbed what was at hand, leaving them standing in pyjama-tops and jeans, a rather cold ensemble in such peculiar circumstances. He was beginning to regret not pausing to dress better, his only purpose so far being to witness the craziest of the bunch of them speaking to a just-as-crazy lady while freezing his ass off. Ken was getting grumpy.

Farfarello, being the ever observant 'crazed' assassin, noticed his audience's increasing agitation. Shaking his head free of old memories, he separated from Serenity.

Slightly more relaxed, he glided over to his team-mates, dumping his coat on the youngest Schwarz member. Pausing, he surveyed the rest of the young men, a contemplative look on his face before snapping his fingers, a warm silver glow spreading around the shivering boys, starting with Nagi.

Startled as they went from freezing to toasty warm thanks to the silver light, Aya automatically raised his katana, more out of reflex at the close presence of his rival than anything else, before he caught himself.

Farfarello merely raised an eyebrow at him, amused at the reaction. "If it bothers you that much, kitten, you can always pretend it came from her," he mocked, his head nodding in Serenity's direction.

Schuldig alternated between snickering at Abyssinian's flabbergasted expression and disbelief at Farfarello's casual display of both power and compassion…

Crawford looked down on him, raising a single eyebrow in question, while Nagi stared open-mouthed at him. Neither had expected Farfarello capable of magic or any other power, conveniently forgetting of his risen-from-the-dead recovery.

Farfarello merely shrugged, tired of the attention. "Cat's out of the bag," he stated, dismissing them, switching back to his emotionless persona as he turned back to Serenity, not quite pulling it off as his eyes remained slightly drawn and weary as he closed them, rubbing his temples.

A soothing wind blew over him as his eyes stayed closed, caressing him, making him raise his face to the glowing moon; and as he stood unmoving the others became aware of his clothes fading, transforming in a silver glow of his own.

As the clothes flowed over his skin, a beautiful contrast to Serenity's, making him seem more mysterious and magical, black and silver mixing in a simple yet elegant pattern, his glow grew brighter, stronger, as if awakening as he bathed in the moonlight.

"Why are you here, Serenity?" he asked, eyes still closed, facing the moon as the wind pulled mildly at his robes, his voice back to the old haunted soul's they had seen hidden behind his eye.

"Why are you here?"

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Praeceps:

Well…

Not much happened this chapter, and the chapter after that, I think it's going to be mostly dialogue, though with some revelations (hopefully).

I'm pleased that Farfarello has now officially changed into his old days outfit. I didn't describe it much in this chapter, but you'll be hearing more about it later. (I've even drawn him wearing it, but I don't know how to put pictures on the net so…)

I've run into so many different ways of spelling the company Schwarz works for, so I've probably picked the wrong one, but I got so fed up…

For some reason, I keep turning Farfarello into some kind of bastard, but I wanted to underline that Farfarello didn't want to be woken up, Serenity forced his hand. But even I can't be TOO cruel to her (she's such a sweetheart), and in this chapter we've established that they knew each other, at least on a friendly basis.

And don't forget: Italics in the first part is from their shared past (which will become obvious as time goes by)

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.