Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Some Red-Handed Sleight of Hand ❯ Chapter 1

“Some Red-Handed Sleight of Hand”
By Viridian5
6/12/09

RATING: R.
SPOILERS: none.
SUMMARY: Farfarello has his own plans.
ARCHIVAL/DISTRIBUTION: Anywhere, as long as you ask me first.
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DISCLAIMERS: All things Weiß Kreuz belong to Koyasu Takehito, Project Weiß, Polygram k.k., and Animate Film. No infringement intended.
NOTES: Inspired by the song enclosed at the end. Pre-reading by Syvia and Rosaleendhu.

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“Some Red-Handed Sleight of Hand”
By Viridian5
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Farfarello had known men like Crawford before. Even the smallest despot of them would want his kingdom in what he considered to be perfect shape, everything in its place (and everything had a place to such men), and every order followed immediately and perfectly without question. They felt certain they knew everything, even when evidence otherwise brushed their faces.

Farfarello had some discernment as to when he should obey and when he should pretend to be insensible around such men. Let Crawford overestimate his insanity. Farfarello could control himself when he wanted to--he could be a scalpel with a surgeon’s eye--but if he didn’t have to why should he? There were few punishments that truly bothered him. If taken out to wound and kill by Crawford he would be deferential as long as it served him and his goals.

He’d never met anyone like Schuldig before, who exploded into Farfarello’s senses. Everything about him was big, loud, colorful, and provocative, from his personality to his hair to his lusts to the ways he displayed his German background. Sometimes he wondered if Schuldig looked and sounded like this to everyone but decided it didn’t matter. His Schuldig was his, whether the rest of the world saw or heard him or not.

Better, they two had some common interests. He far preferred the company of his Guilt, who would smile and either help or stand back as Farfarello tortured and killed his fill. If Farfarello had to restrain himself during a job, Schuldig often found him a special treat afterward. He also seemed to find a special pleasure in tormenting and destroying God’s flocks and houses of worship and saw the humor in strangling a person with his own rosary, which left such beautiful ligature marks.... They would return red in tooth and claw, happy and bloody-handed, bloody-minded. Happy. That mutual joy made such a difference.

They manipulated and rewrote each other in a dance of treachery and symbiosis and rubbed off on each other. Schuldig made him calmer and more focused, while Farfarello amplified Schuldig’s passion and thirst for blood, each reaching through their mental link the way God supervised and adjusted his sheep.

Crawford thought he understood their bond and thus handed Schuldig’s Farfarello’s leash, thinking the telepath controlled him. Crawford thought he understood and controlled Schuldig too. After all, everything had its place, his telepath and berserker included. As long as it served Farfarello’s interests, he wouldn’t stray too far from his cell, but someday there would be a new reckoning.

He might even take his Guilt with him. A leash connected both ways.

**********************THE END***********************

“Some Red-Handed Sleight of Hand” by Cursive

And now, we proudly present
Songs perverse and songs of lament.
A couple of hymns of confession,
And songs that recognize our sick obsessions.
Sing along, I’m on the ugly organ again.
Sing along, I’m on the ugly organ, so let’s begin.
There’s no use to keep a secret.
Everything I hide ends up in lyrics...
So read on, accuse me when you’re done-
If it sounds like I did you wrong.

Whoa-oh.

Our Father, Who art in heaven,
Save me from this wreck I’m about to drown in.
Didn’t I learn anything counting out
My sins on rosary beads?
The reverend plays on the ugly organ.
Uh-huh.
He spews out his sweet and salty sermon
On the audience.

So why do I think I’m any different?
I’ve been making money off my indifference.
We all pass the hat around.
This is my body, this is the blood I found
On my hands after I wrote this album.
Play it off as stigmata for crossover fans...
Some red-handed sleight of hand.

Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh. Yeah.
Wow! Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh.

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