Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Twisted Memories ❯ Shattered Glass ( Chapter 2 )

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

A/N: Hey again. I was planning on writing this about three days ago, but I just haven't had time. That, and the fact that I've been in a relatively good mood recently. Right now, I'm in a very VERY bad mood. I feel hurt and betrayed, ergo I write. I hope that the one who has betrayed me feels sufficiently guilty, though I doubt very much that she does. I suppose ignorance really is bliss, after all.

In Japan, they drive on the left, like here in England. I am assuming that their car is Japanese, ergo it will have the drivers' side on the right of the car, not the left like in America. Just thought you ought to know.

WARNINGS: Death, depression, yaoi (m/m), insane Irishmen, Neko (the authoress)

PAIRINGS: Yohji + Schuldig, Yohji x Farfarello, Ran x Crawford, Omi + Nagi, Ken + Aya-chan

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Weiss Kreuz or any of the characters mentioned here. If I did, i would actually have enough money to buy the box set rather than having to watch P-chan's (snu) copy *pout*

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Twisted Melodies

By Neko Malik (aka Berserker Farfarello)

Chapter 2 - Shattered Glass

Farfarello was relatively silent during the car ride home. I suppose he was as lost in thought as I was, and perhaps on the same subject matter. When Schuldig left, he was hurt almost as badly as I was, perhaps even worse. He rarely shows it though, just the occasional flicker in his eye to inform me of his feelings. I have learned to read his emotions well in the relatively short time we have been together. His mind-frame still evades me though, most of the time. I can tell when he wants to kill me, or someone else, but I never really know why.

"Why?" It comes out as no more than a choked whisper; though I had meant it to be much stronger. He turns to look at me briefly, not being able to see out of his left eye so having to turn his head all of the way. He barely manages to miss hitting another car, coming in the opposite direction as he quickly looks back at the road. I shouldn't distract him while he's driving.

"Why what, kitten?" He had waited so long that I hadn't really been expecting an answer and I jumped slightly. His voice was calm and low, not really questioning. He already knew what I was going to ask, anyway.

"Why did you come to the church? You hate god, why did you come for me there?" The question had been burning in my mind ever since I realised that it was Farfarello standing next to me, and not some random person who I barely knew the name of.

"Because you needed me." I was somewhat shocked at that. Farfarello thought that I needed him? He was right, of course, but how did he know? "Kitten was sad this morning, because of his friends" he practically spat the word, as though it was something foul tasting on his tongue. He looked at me again. "Kitten will do something stupid. I will not let that happen." I could see the passion burning in his eyes as he stared at me. The car was barely moving anymore. I suppose he didn't really want us both dead, since he was determined to keep me alive.

"I don't...I don't understand. Why would you..." I couldn't finish my sentence as I was pushed against the side window, and my mouth was not my own any more. Farfarello had claimed it as his own, and I let him. There was no reason for me to push him away; I wanted this as much as he did. We both wanted to, needed to forget. His hands travelled up underneath my shirt, ghosting over my sensitised flesh. I can't remember him pulling it out of my trousers, but at that point I really didn't care. Our mouths were still firmly latched together, as though our very lives depended on keeping this one, small contact. My lungs, however, disagreed and were screaming for air. Apparently so were his, as he pulled away slightly, effectively separating us and allowing me to draw in quick, shallow breaths. I could feel the slight flush across my cheeks, though more from arousal than embarrassment. He smiled at me then, a real smile, not one of those he reserves for his victims. I don't think anyone else has ever seen that smile, at least not for a very long time. He is so beautiful when he smiles, but I can't smile back. I rarely smile any more.

The roar of a motorbike passing close to the right hand side of the car brought us back to reality. We were still sitting in the car, stationary in the middle of the road. Farf got the right idea and decided to pull over. The few cars that were around didn't bother us; it was nearly midnight. He was on me again as soon as we were stationary; touching everywhere, making me feel as though my skin is on fire. I couldn't help but gasp and moan at his gentle caresses, completely lost to everything but the feelings invoked by being so intimately close to another. My shirt was quickly disposed of, as was his. A hot mouth surrounded one of my nipples, and it was at that point that I realised that a car is not the best place to have sex. A sharp crack resounded around the inside of the vehicle as my head made contact with the window. All previous thoughts were lost, once again, to the agonising pounding in my skull. Farfarello stopped, having realised the pain I was in, and held me to his chest, rocking back and forth and mumbling something I couldn't quite make out.

"M'ok Farf." I don't know if he heard me, but the rocking didn't stop. Oblivion claimed me.

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A/N: It's short. I don't care. Ok, so I didn't explain Yo-tan's depression much, but I will. soon.