Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Sorrow ❯ Wet Daisies ( Chapter 3 )

Hello again ^_^ !!! It's me...

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Weiss Kreuz or any of its characters (I'm just another fan fic loving junky who lacks the initiative to make up my own characters and write my own novel). I'd much rather write about characters that people already know and love ^_^ (I personally love 'em all - especially my poor 'ittle Farfie).

Quick as silver,

Dark as night,

Burning desire,

Thoughtless fright,

Hopeless escape,

Submissive cry,

Bleeding heart,

A wish to die...

It was raining harder now and it was getting difficult to see. Luckily, Elizabeth's house was only a few more blocks away. "Be home soon," she thought to herself. She had now regretted that in her pity-trip she had neglected to wear a heavier jacket. The rain stung her face and the umbrella had stopped doing any good. "Of all the days to wear a white tank top," she grumbled to herself, making a mental note not to let sadness interfere with rationality. "Last thing I need to do is ketch a cold. Elizabeth would kill me if she new I got sick because I had to go see her in the pouring down rain," Tawny continued, stopping under an awning that overhung a local corner store.

"I'll wait here for a minute utile the rain lets up," she thought to herself. One good thing about this place was that when it rained like this, it never rained very long. The store was closed anyways so they wouldn't mind her standing under it. In fact, everything was closed. No one was out. How late was it exactly?

"At least my house is just five blocks up," she murmured to herself, hugging her jacket around herself even tighter and trying to wring out her rain drenched hair. Suddenly there was a flash of lightning followed by a loud cry of thunder that caused her to jump.

"Figures," she moaned, "life sucks... it just sucks!" She was scared of storms. She always had been since she was little. She would always run and hide as soon as the thunder hit. And that was her first instinct. But there was no where to go. She realized she had two options: making a mad dash for home or staying there and having a panic attack. Her mind said the first, but her body seemed gung-ho on the latter.

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Farfarello was enjoying the rain. He walked with his head pointed up and let the rain wash the blood off his face and arms. It felt cool and relaxing.

He hadn't intended to go anywhere in particular when he ventured out. He just decided to walk. This wasn't abnormal behavior for him though; he often did what seemed to many random things. He never planed to kill all those people he had killed recently, he just saw them and the urge overcame him. He had wanted to kill something, but not them necessarily. They where just the not so fortunate people that had been in the wrong place at the wrong time when Farfarello had decided that they would do.

It was one of those nights again. He was bored, sulking, depressed, and cutting himself wasn't producing its usual satisfaction. It seemed to have the opposite effect this evening. It had brought on something strange, something that hadn't happened in a long time; he had felt sorrow. He had felt sadness, not out of boredom, but because we felt lost in his own mind.

He couldn't really explain the feeling accept to say that he wasn't himself when it happened. He somehow became someone else. He reverted back, ever so slightly, to Jei; the boy he used to be. Sometimes Jei would surface when he went to kill someone and he wouldn't be able to go through with it. Other times Jei would wake up when he was abusing himself, like he had been then, and reawaken that rather inconvenient sensation called pain, deep within the pit of Farfarello's heart.

"You were the first person I killed, Jei, and yet you are the only one who continues to haunt me..." the Berserker observed. He had long contemplated what was meant by the sudden instances of Jei's resurfacing. What was Jei now? A ghost? A phantom? That nuisance of an emotion that Farfarello had long tucked away called a conscience? He often wondered if Jei was still a part of him or if he had long ago shuffled off his mortal coil and re-frequented his mind at certain times only to annoy the Irishman. Or was Jei really Farfarello, just in a state of unconscious slumber? Maybe he was still there, but simply lost the will to live and went to sleep, allowing Farfarello to take over for him.

"What does it matter either way? I am here, and I am alive, and I am me. I am not Jei, for Jei is no longer a part of my mentality. I gave up Jei's innocence long ago. He is no longer an element of this body," whispered Farfarello to himself. He wanted to believe that so much and yet there was always a lingering doubt. He really didn't know who he was any more, and he hadn't really known for a very long time. He slipped in and out of moods and phases, regressing and progressing back and fourths between child and demon. In his own mind all he did what was rational and fair. It was the rest of the world that was wrong, and yet, there was always a feeling of emptiness in his being as if he was never truly happy. He hadn't been truly happy for as long as he could remember.

His last moments of happiness where as a child, with his family; mother, father, and little sister, and Sister Ruth all together. He had been content then and he had believed in something. But now that moment was gone, no more then a vision, and all he really had left was a dim outline of the present, which often meant nothing to him.

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The thunder rumbled yet again and Tawny sunk to the ground in terror as another crack of lightning wiped through the sky, illuminating everything for an instant in a bright, foreboding light. "I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!" She cried to herself as she tucked her head between her knees and rocked back and fourths to calm herself.

"What's wrong Tawn-Tawn?" Questioned a certain tom-girl as her red haired companion took cover at the first crack of lightning.

"Nothing, I'm ok..." Tawny whispered, hiding behind Elizabeth, grasping her shoulders like a shield. "I just don't like storms, that's all."

Elizabeth's face light up and a smirk crossed her face as she began to tease, "Awww, what's the matter? Tawn-Tawn can take a little rain?"

Tawny immediately became infuriated, "No, its just, its just..." she was cut off, before she could fabricate a come-back, by yet another loud crack of lightning. She hit the ground almost instantly, covering her head with her hands.

Elizabeth, realizing how afraid Tawny was, came over and sat down beside her, "Hay, if you're that scared why don't we go home? It's ok, really. I don't care." They had been on their way to a party at Mary's when the storm hit. At first it was just rain, then it started to storm. It was the first time Elizabeth and Tawny had ever been caught outside in a storm together and Tawny wasn't taking it well. Elizabeth knew that Tawny had a fear of storms but they were always inside when the storms hit, so Elizabeth had never seen Tawny act this bad.

"Yah, but you've been wanting to go to this party since last month. Remember, Ryan was gonna be there?" Said Tawny as she sat up beside Elizabeth and looked up at the sky. "I'll just go home by myself; you go and enjoy the party."

Elizabeth eyed her friend carefully before replying, "no way! I'm not leaving you!" And with that Elizabeth grabbed hold of Tawny's arm and began to drag her home.

"That was Elizabeth for yah," mumbled Tawny to herself, "always looking out for everyone else. "I'm not leaving you!" The words played over and over again in Tawny's mind as she lost herself in the sound of Elizabeth's voice. "You lied!" She half shouted as the tears began to pour down her face once again. "You lied to me Elizabeth! You said you'd never leave me," the crouching figure raged to the sky. But the wind and rain gave no replay accept for their ghostly murmur that seemed to hang over the whole world.

And then Tawny saw him, the tall figure standing across the street. A single yellow eye burned with intention and his poised knife was all Tawny needed to see before her legs became mobile and she prepared to take flight.

Note: Well, what do you think? Like how its turning out? Am I taking too long to get to some action? Is it boring? I'd like some honest feedback. Be as nasty as necessary. Flames help my muse, they make her want to kill things (that's the state of mind I seem to need to be in to write this fic). But seriously, I need some honest criticism.