Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Always ❯ Let the Bodies Hit the Floor ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Rating: R for violence and bad language
Disclaimers: I don't own Weiß or Schwarz, I just like to drool over them. I am not writing this for profit, but rather as a bit of fan appreciation. The only character here I do own in the chibi Farf ^^;
Warnings: Umm, there are probably some, this fiction takes place a while after the Dramatic Precious series and uses some information from the Schwarz dramas. Possible AU since the only copy I have of the DP series is some half-baked translations.
Pairing: Farfarello x Sally mentioned in the first part
italics = hand signals; thoughts
// taking // = telepathy
A.N: The titles of these chapters are also song titles as well that I think fit the chapter or I just happen to be listening to at the time. Also, there will be somewhere in the far future some yaoi and hentia. I just don't know when it will happen.

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five

Weinrote Academy sat on a high mountaintop in the middle of craggy hills and deep valleys. A small town laid underneath its gaze, one of those kind of places that get called quaint by travelers. That time of night, the town looked deserted by all forms of life, only a few signs sputtered in the gloom. Inside the car, the four members of Schwarz made their final preparations. Schuldig leaning lax in his seat an unlit cigarette in his lips, testing his mental barriers. Crawford's face creased with a frown, his skin tinted blue from the light of the palm sized computer he was looking at, studying plans and Seeing the shape of things to come. Nagi drove without lights, glancing at those in the back seat as he easily steered the car up the winding road. Farfarello finishing the polish on his precious knives, transferring them from an oiled leather carrying case to sheaths on his arms, his belt front and back, boot tops, and legs before turning his attention to his tiny daughter and the black domino mask he fixed on her face and the armored clothing to cover her front and back.

He had refused leaving the tiny girl behind in their hotel room. For one, there was none of the others that wanted to stay behind to watch her. For another, they did not know if they were going to be able to return to that room. They were not on their home territories where they can move around safety any more. Outside of their defined areas, they were easy targets and anyone that was associated with them was even more so. They knew how easily breaking locks were to the people they trained with. They knew that Este would find a way to get hold of the child and use her either to get at the father or all four of them. And they all knew what happened to the young and innocent in Este's hands.

Yet, it was one thing to bring her along and have her in the car, and quite another thing to have her come with them.

Satisfied with his shields, Schuldig took out a lighter and lit his cigarette, bright blue eyes opening slowly. Blowing a smoke ring, he regarded the little girl in her dark clothing and domino mask with a mixture of surprise and amusement. Leaning over, he gave the edge of the mask a tap with his finger, shaking his head. Fast as he was, the tiny pale hand that grabbed at his finger still came as a shock.

"Dun do dat," Deirdre scolded the bigger man, waving a pudgy finger at him. "It fall off den."

Schuldig leaned close and grinned. "You look like a big panda with that mask."

"Uh-uh!"

"Uh-huh. A big panda with a white face and white belly and black patches around your eyes."

"Da, Schu says I'ma pamba!"

Pulling the armor into place, Farfarello glanced at the German, raising a slender eyebrow at him. "He does? He doesn't know what he is talking about."

Deirdre frowned, craning her head to look at her father with large mahogany eyes made darker by the mask around them. Her tiny teeth worried at her lower lip as she glanced back at Schuldig who nodded and smiled behind a curl of smoke. Sticking her tongue out at the grin, she looked down as her father tugged the dark material in place and tied off the lacing. Tapping the hard stuff with her hand, she beamed.

"Dere, I be no pamba!"

"Farf, she looks ridiculous," Schuldig sighed.

"Better looking ridiculous than dead," the Irishman replied, settling a webbing of straps over his shoulders and back and pulling them taunt. Without instructions, Deirdre cheered and clambered into the webbing, settling in place and wrapping tiny arms around her father's neck. Schuldig eyed the webbing impressed, noting how once it was completely in place, Farfarello would be able to fight without any hampering of his movements and without any harm coming to his tiny passenger. From the used look of the straps and the used appearance of the material he pulled onto Deirdre, this was not the first time the Irishman went on a job with the girl. Yet her mind seemed perfectly normal for a two-year-old, save the fact that she was far smarter than most two-year-olds he had met over the years.

//You've done this before,// Schuldig accused the Irishman silently.

//I was not about to leave her behind when I had work.//

//This isn't something that a child should be exposed to. You are so fucking over protective. . .//

//Then tell me what I was suppose to do?// Farfarello locked eyes with Schuldig. //Leave here there with a mother that tried to kill me and was courting Este for a way back in? Leave her here where anyone like us can just rip the door off and take her?//

"I don't know," Schuldig replied, sounding tired. "I don't know. . . so what's with the mask anyways?"

"To protect her secret identity."

Snickering, Schuldig ruffled Farfarello's spiky hair, dodging the lazy swipe the Irishman tried to give him. "I still think she looks like a panda."

"Am not pamba!"

"Enough," Crawford snapped, putting away his palm computer and glancing at the other two. "It's time."

Falling into silence, the dark car glided to a halt in front of the stone structure, tires crunching over gravel before coaxing to a stop. All four doors opened and Schwarz stepped out into the chilly night air. Schuldig let his cigarette drop to the ground, grinding it under his boot heel as he linked up their minds for communication. Crawford waited for the faint echo of sound at the back of his mind before he fell into the lead, heading for a hidden entrance to the Academy's clock tower.

//Nagi, when we hear the first blast, you get into Z-Class and take care of them. Schuldig and Farfarello, you are with me to move on ahead to Epitaph's room. We'll let Weiß take care of themselves.//

Schuldig snorted. //As if I want to spend my time saving angsting florists from themselves.//

//I'd thought that you enjoyed playing with their minds?// Farfarello taunted, falling in step behind the other two, Deirdre fisting her hands in her father's shirt and tugging on it.

//There was a time when it was fun but they become rather a bore,// Schuldig sniffed mentally. //Always going on and on about the same thing. . . you'd think that they have grown out of it by now.//

//Everyone has their price they paid to become what they have become,// Nagi replied, following Crawford down the spiraling stairs.

//Some of us more than others,// Crawford added, frowning at the dim lights around them. //They are nothing like us. They weren't raised and trained like we were. They weren't picked for their Gifts to become killers. They picked their paths for revenge.//

//And thus they commit sin after sin trying for a redemption that they will never find,// Farfarello said softly, his feet soundless on the stairs. //They got their revenge but all that is left for them is the path of blood and deception until even their hearts are killed by their sins.//

//Tcht, you make that sound like a bad thing, Farfie.//

//It can be.//

Crawford reached the bottom of the stairs, taking a stay away from the bottom step and to the side. Nagi moved in the opposite direction, frowning at the lack of lighting as the two of them stepped further into the room. Schuldig smirked to himself, falling behind Nagi, while Farfarello fell behind Crawford, seemly lost in his own world, his daughter snuggling against him.

Around them, the air shifted and shadows within the shadows moved. The four men stopped as one in the center of the room as two of the shadows stepped into the pale light. They were young but with muscles that stretched their dull black uniforms, and superior smirks that stretched their thin lips.

"You're trespassing," the dark haired student said, flexing his muscles. "I'd suggest that you leave."

//Amateurs,// Schuldig said over the mental link, chuckling out loud and taking out a cigarette. The other three chuckled with him, Crawford smirking, Nagi coldly eyeing the two, and Farfarello's eyes glowing gold.

"I don't think that they are listening to us, Rictor," the shorter, light haired one said to his friend, frowning at Schwarz's lack of response to their appearance.

"Oh we heard you," Schuldig replied, lazy blowing smoke through his nose and looking down at the two young men. "But wolves always hear the meaningless braying of puppies."

"Puppies?! We'll show you puppies!"

The two men tensed, scowls on their faces as they crouched down. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, Crawford pointed up at the ceiling. The two teens looked up . There was a muffled bang, a loud groan and the tower began collapsing around them.

//See you topside,// Nagi said, vanishing into the swirling smoke.

//Have fun chibi,// Schuldig replied, heading for the two teens in front of them, his movements so fast they were a blur until he smashed a fist in one face and kicked the other in the gut.

Lazily, Farfarello flicked one his knives into his hand and threw it into the dark, a scream answering the throw and sending shadow-clad teens running from the flame lit shadows. //You mean more fun than we're having?//

Crawford dodged a fist and caught a knife wielding figure, flipping it over his head, and twisting the arm until it cracked. //If you call this fun. Superior beings, my ass.//

//Braddums has cracked.// A blurred punch to a jaw and a sweeping kick to the legs, before he caught a girl and flung her into a wall.

//Even more than usual.// Another knife was pulled out, the blade turning red as teens fell into its path.

//The constant chatter between you two is becoming annoying.// Ribs broke underneath a fist, a jaw shattering and another body flew over his head to land in a twisted ruin.

The tower shuddered again and more dust and bits of the upper floors fell around them. The remaining group of people surrounding them decided to live and headed for freedom. Being Schwarz, they made sure that none of them escaped to cause them problems later. Then wiping knives clean, straightening suits and lighting a new cigarette, they moved through the doors to the next room.

//Weiß set up more than one set of bombs,// Nagi told the others, his mental voice thin. //And Siberian is sounding more and more like Farf everyday.//

//Tcht, a guy gets a reputation and everyone has to hog in on it,// Schuldig snorted.

//Should I be flattered or annoyed that he is being me?// Farfarello asked, putting away most of his blades.

//I wouldn't be. Bad enough everyone assumes we are dead,// Crawford snorted, slamming a fist into a sensor eye and triggering another set of doors open. //Of course, since we are suppose to be dead, it makes it so much easier to surprise everyone.//

Beyond the last two doors were three pillars crawling with lights. Little flashes of light snaked from one pillar to another, the air filled with a humming sound like the stirring of bees. The three men paused, Schuldig and Farfarello fanning out to Crawford's sides, letting the older man take charge.

"You are not suppose to be here," a lackluster mechanical voice said as they went down the three steps to the insulated ground the computers were built on.

"Yet here we are," Crawford replied, taking out a small disk and tossing it to Schuldig. The telepath grinned and moved to the base of the machine, opening the small interface at the foot of it, inserting the disk, and calling up programs to save.

"You were reported dead in Switzerland, Ireland, America and Germany," a slightly different voice stated.

"Gee, all those places? We should be touched," Schuldig replied, taking out the disk, closing it up into its case and tossing it back to Crawford.

"Warning, further action will result in your elimination," the third voice snapped, the lights on the three panels turning red.

"There is no one left besides ourselves and you, and I doubt you will be here much longer," Farfarello said lightly, taking out from underneath his vest a flat package of gray clay and some wires. He tossed the two at Schuldig, who caught it and set up the explosives, whistling.

Another explosion rocked the tower, sending more debris down. Nodding at the computers, Crawford turned and headed out the small service door in the far wall. Alarms were going off, but nothing moved save for Farfarello and Schuldig, the Irishman setting the clock on the bomb while Schuldig jammed the safety measures closed. The two followed Crawford out the side door, jamming it shut behind them and following the dark tunnel on its contorted path.

"Is our little panda still with us?" Schuldig asked after a minute.

"Am not a pamba!"

He chuckled and lit a new cigarette, the brief flash of light showing his dust covered smile. "Are too."

"Are not!"

"Don't you have better things to do than to tease two year olds?" Nagi asked, reappearing and stumbled against the German. "Or have you finally met you mental match?"

"I am wounded to the quick! Alas, I shall now die alone and unloved!" Schuldig threw himself at Farfarello, draping himself over the Irishman's side and causing Deirdre to giggle and slap at his arm.

"One out of two isn't bad," Farfarello said, raising a knife and making stabbing motions at the German.

"Amateurs," Crawford snorted, glancing back at the four of them before taking out his gun and shooting off the lock of the door. Stepping outside, he headed for their car, explosions rocking the night air and the sound of a vehicle escaping the inferno and down the twisting road.

"Are not! Schuldig crowed, hopping ahead of Farfarello and making a dive towards the immaculate American.

"Just like old times, aye Nagi?" Farfarello said softly, smirking as Crawford dodged the German without looking around.

"Hai, just like old times," Nagi said, wincing at the German curses.

"Da, what does sho-bit mean?"

Both Farfarello and Nagi exchanged glances then sighed. "I'll tell you when you're a big girl of five."

"Otay!"