Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Twisted Memories ❯ Healing Time ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: Sorry this took so long, but I've been busy, ill and in a very good mood. I can't write angsty stuff if I'm in a good mood. There is a mention of Schu in this chapter, but not much, sorry. All will be explained before the end, I can't promise just when though, since my previous promises didn't seem to work much.

I think I over did the head injury, oh well. I'm gonna re-write this when it's done anyway so I may change that. I think perhaps two, maybe three more chapters left to this one and then a short sequel with Schu in, and a prequel (sp?) if peeps want it?

No promises when the next chappie will come out (not counting the link), as I seem to be bad at keeping promises at the moment. I started this ages ago an it took P-chan (my beta, better known as Snu) asking me to finish it for me to actually do it. Could be tomorrow, the next day, or some time next year.

Anyways, that's enough of me rambling for now. Enjoy the chappie.

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, Tot would be dead.

I awoke to the feeling of soft fingers slowly trailing over my face, their slightly calloused pads catching slightly, rough against my skin. I knew that it was Farfarello and almost smiled, turning my head slightly into the touch. The pain was instantaneous and I gasped, my eyes flying open. I made a move to grip my head within my hands, but those strong, gentle fingers had left my face and were holding me down. The pain subsided and I calmed, relaxing into the grip. The curtains were drawn, but what little light there was still made my head hurt to such an extent that I had to squint to see. Black dots floated in and out of my vision, and I decided that it was safer to just keep my eyes closed. I took one last look at Farfarello's worried face and this time I really did smile; he cared so much about me. It was a shame I couldn't feel the same for him.

"I haven't seen you smile in so long, kitten. You look so pretty when you smile, even better when you laugh. I wish that you would smile more often." The sound of his voice was both soothing and painful at the same time. He must have seen my grimace because he stopped talking and just held me, silently, until I fell asleep.

I was alone when I awoke, and my head felt a little better. The sunlight filtering through the gap in the curtains was a deep orange in colour, meaning that it was very late in the day. Glancing at the clock, I could see that I was right; 7:30 at night! I had slept for almost a whole day, or maybe more than a day. I would have to ask Farfarello. 'Speak of the devil' I thought, as the white-haired assassin entered the room again, carrying what appeared to be a glass of murky-looking water.

"For your headache." He handed me the glass and I downed the lot, grimacing at the foul taste. "Good kitty." Sitting behind me on the bed, Farfarello began to unwrap the bandages that had been wrapped around my head. My eyes widened at the sight of the bloodstained strips when he let them drop beside me; I hadn't realised that I'd been hurt that badly by the impact. "Kitty should be more careful in future. You managed to crack the window, you know. I had to remove the glass." He was inspecting the back of my head now, pressing his fingers gently to the wound. I winced; it hurt like hell.

Seemingly satisfied with what he saw, Farfarello left to find some more bandages and something to clean the wound. I could feel the tears welling up behind my eyes, but not from the pain. I couldn't understand why he cared so much. Shouldn't he hate me? I mean, I stole Schuldig from him; surely he should want me dead. He doesn't, though, and I must admit that it's nice to have someone care about me for once, perhaps for the first time ever.

He returns minutes later, my mind is made up. Too long have I pondered over the matter of his true feelings for me; it was time for me to find out.

"Farf...why don't you hate me?" I can't even look him in the eyes, I feel so weak!

"Why would I hate you?" Trust him to answer my question with another question, it's just the kind of thing that he does.

"I...that letter, Schuldig's feelings, surely you must hate me for stealing him away from you?" He raised my chin with one finger, forcing me to look into his eye.

"I don't hate you. He was never mine to begin with; you always held his heart, ever since the beginning." I was crying again. Farfarello sat beside me again, pulling me into a tight hug. I buried my face into his warm chest, letting the material of his shirt soak up my tears. "He fell in love with you the moment he saw you, though he denied it for the longest time. I could see it, though, see it in his eyes. I wont deny that I didn't want him; I did, but to him I was just the insane one, not even overly good-looking. You were so beautiful, still are."

"I don't think that you're insane." I found my voice at last, looking up into what would have been bitter eyes, if he had more than one. He laughed at me, softly so as to not hurt my head more. The medication was beginning to work, but I was still somewhat tender.

"You're the only one, then." There was no humour in his voice and it frightened me; I didn't want to make him angry.

"I also think that Schu was blind, not to notice you. You're perfect." I don't think that he was expecting that, as his arms tightened around me slightly. I laid my head on his chest again, as he began to stroke my hair, careful to not brush against the sensitive area around the injury. His hands travelled slowly down, rubbing my back gently for a moment before travelling back up to let his nails scratch lightly at the base of my hairline, getting the desired effect as I tried, and failed, to suppress a low moan.

"I don't want to hurt you." He kissed me then, softly, hesitantly, pulling away after a few mere moments.

"You wont." I replied, pushing him back slightly and meshing our lips together with such passion that I think he was stunned for a moment, but only a moment, and then he was kissing back with equal fervour. I could feel his clothed arousal pressing into my thigh as I straddled him and ground down, drawing a low moan from his throat as well as my own. "Please" I implored "I need you, please." Farfarello nodded and that was all the incentive I needed.

Ok, lemon next *snicker* I know this is what you've been waiting for, you hentais! Well, you'll have to wait a little longer as I haven't written it yet. I do have a Gravitation lemon if you want to go read that.

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Neko

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