Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Fallen Ones ❯ Chapter 7: We’ll fall together… ( Chapter 8 )

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!!

"…" - speaking

'…' - thinking

The Fallen Ones

Chapter 7: We'll fall together…

"Who do you hate now, Farfarello? Is it me? Do you hate me, Jei? Do you hate me, my Fallen One?"

'So that's what she wanted…'

A faint smile crossed his lips, twitching as he tried to suppress it. A spark slowly grew, flickering as he looked upon the heavenly being standing tall, anxiously waiting his reply.

The entire crew of Weiss and Schwarz was there, seeing the transformation Farfarello underwent after the angels speech. Slowly his head had risen, throughout the speech, and where before there had been empty weariness, there now stood a spark of interest, of mild bemusement; and though he was showing more emotion than normal in that small smile, Nagi had no doubt that the old Farfarello had returned.

"Fallen One?" he mocked in a doubting tone, watching her fidget at the mention of the new nickname.

"Well, you are my Fallen One. The first Lunari to hate, the first to shed blood, the first to kill. The only one to be banished down to Earth. You're my Fallen Angel, Farfarello," she admitted, head turned in innocent embarrassment. "I missed you, Farfarello. Don't… don't go away again..."

If Nagi remember his religion class correctly, the 'fallen angel' was Lucifer, Satan himself, and he had been the one that God had loved the most. Though Farfarello loathed God, wanted to hurt him, or as it turned out, her, he must have loved her very much once, for such fury to be turned on her. And this was her daughter…

"Fallen Angel, hmm?" the Irishman mused aloud, tapping a silver blade against his skin thoughtfully, drawing shallow blood. He cast a sideways glance at the moon, askance, perhaps seeking guidance from the orb that had tortured him so much.

A final glance was thrown Nagi's way, Nagi who was youngest, who cared the most about them. He was smiling at him. Uncertainly perhaps, but after this night, who could blame him?

That smile was really all it took to make his decision…

Both Schuldig and Nagi were startled when Farfarello, after scrutinizing them thoroughly, smiled at them. It was a calm smile, a quiet smile, a smile that bore no madness or hardness in it; and though Farfarello was still covered in scars and had only a single golden eye left, for that one moment he looked at peace. And then he transformed…

Soft white feathers fluttered about him, floating on the breeze as they fell. Long white angel wings, matching Serenity's, arched out of his back, a sharp contrast to his midnight clothing, spreading out across the sky as they stretched.

Schuldig barely had time to blink before Farfarello had shifted, standing in front of Serenity, angel facing angel, feral smirk tilting towards her as his knife hovered close to pale skin.

"I'll be your Fallen One, rabbit," he breathed, both menacing and seductive in one go, "But make no mistake; I am no angel. This 'Fallen One' comes at a price."

Pure determination was all that met him in her gaze, refusing to flinch or back down. Not this time…

"So be it then..." he said, when no reply came forth. Raising his silver knife, the ornate dagger, the black clad angel pierced skin and both angels were instantly covered in blood.

Gold and silver eyes watched as the crimson liquid flowed forth, oozing from slashed hands, sharing a morbid fascination at the savage beauty of the spilled blood, the crimson drops that sang of power, of battles fought, and of eternal peace.

As the blood splashed over trembling hands, he leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers, his bleeding hands clasping hers, smearing them crimson.

"My blood is on your hands, Serenity…" he whispered, breath ragged through loss of blood, lips hovering close to the other's in a ghost of a caress as their eyes met midway, inching closer.

"Can you handle that, Serenity?" he murmured breathlessly, eyelid fluttering low as they watched the dark liquid pool in her tiny hands, overflowing. "Can you handle the stain on your soul?"

Bloody hands ghosted up her arms, drops of red creating webbed patterns on pale skin as they passed by, tantalising in their sensual ascent. Eyes shut, savouring the tingle of warm flesh as she leaned into his touch, feeling his warm breath on her throat as he slid infinitely closer. A shiver ran through her body as she felt lips whisper in her ear, mind dazed at the breathless voice, as the two stood like intimate lovers under the shining moon.

"Tell me you are not afraid, Serenity," he whispered, making her shiver, "Tell me that you don't fear Death."

***

"He is dangerous, Your Majesty!! How can you let her near him?!!"

"It makes them happy. He's had so little happiness till now… She keeps him docile."

"But it's not enough, Selene!! All that hate… Someday he'll brake loose of his chains and We Will Die!!!"

"…it's my fault… He-- He's just a child…"

"Children grow up, Selene. He was isolated for a reason. He will hurt Serenity…!!"

***

Twin orbs blazed open, piercing him with her gaze, two silver pools of molten mercury. Chin to chin, body to body, tingling as they slowly danced around each other, touching yet not touching, only to the sound of the night and blood dripping.

A breathless voice whispered, lips close to skin:

"I am afraid of Death."

Eyes fluttered closed.

"I am afraid of Loneliness."

Nose nuzzled neck.

"But, I am not afraid of You."

Pink lips parted in a beatific smile as she looked at him, full of warmth, as a small angel rose on her toes, departing a soft kiss on his lips as her bloody hands cupped his face.

Silver light encircled them, gathering the trails of red, slowly fading as it crept back into the wound, price already paid. A bright golden birthmark, long forgotten, blazed alive; a crescent moon, the insignia of the Lunari, the immortals of the Moon.

Parting, she caressed the mark with a last touch of lips, before those wise eyes opened again, staring into eyes of one like her, the only one to know her soul.

"We'll fall together, Farfarello… This time we'll fall together…"

***

In a park stand two angels, covered in blood among corpses.

She was once the Light, princess of a fallen kingdom, now alone.

He is Death, the darkest of emotions, covered in insanity and cold fury.

Stained in blood, they embrace in the moonlight, both bringers of peace and destruction, both sacrifices to their cause.

But this time, they will not fall alone.

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Praeceps:

Weee!!! Another pair of wings!!

Okay, first!! This was not the end of the story!!! Just the relative end of them meeting each other again. (How could it be the end?!! I haven't told you anything yet!!!)

Hands up, any that spotted the not so subtle symbolism.(No, I'm not talking about Lucifer!!! And though I'm sure Farfarello hates God, I really don't want to open a debate about him being a Satanist or not. (I'm voting for not))

Did I actually manage to portray a semi-decent tension between the two (of the good kind, might I add)?

I'd like to point out (before flamers appear) that I'm rooting for a Farfarello/Serenity match up myself, and it's not really open for debate. (whether they make it out alive is a different matter)

That's not why they kissed, though there's supposed to be some sexual tension. (Eeeewe!! While they're covered in blood?!) Serenity did that to mark him as her 'Fallen One', just like Farfarello marked her by pouring blood on her hands. Serenity's mark just is a lot more physical: the crescent moon. As to why the mark wasn't there earlier, even though Farfarello is Lunarian, that's part of their history… (and I refuse to spoil it)

And don't forget: Italics 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.