Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Witness Reposted ❯ Misery Made Beautiful ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Witness

Author: Ryoko 03

Fandom: Weiß Kreuz

Warnings: AU - Angst - Implied Shounen-ai - Oracle/Prodigy Bastardization - Death

Rating: R for language and implied violence

Disclaimer: The only thing I own is the fic; hell, if I was the creator I can promise that the new designs (http://www.marine-e.co.jp/weib/weib-anime02.htm) would NOT exist!! God, I can only imagine wtf they could do to the Schwarz boys should they pop up in the new season....

Author's Note: Once again, this is Schuldich's point of view. Any additional notes are at the end, and there is a micro-chapter/interlude to follow immediately, from Farfarello's POV.

//thoughts//

{telepathic speech}

Summary: Sometimes realization comes a little too late....

~+ Witness +~

Is misery

Made beautiful

Right before our eyes

Will mercy be revealed

Or blind us where we stand

- Sarah McLachlan, "Witness"

Chapter One

This morning started off like any other. Prodigy was staring morosely at his breakfast and wondering if he could talk our fearless leader into letting him take a day off school. Oracle was attempting to memorize every word in the newspaper, while Farfie was idly twirling a knife while keeping a silent yet running commentary on the "colors" in the room. Meanwhile, I was covertly keeping tabs on the Irishman-as I have been for three months ever since the night I saw his tears.

And then, without looking up from that damned paper, Crawfish casually said, "By the way, we're doing guard duty for Takatori tonight."

"Another fucking party?!"

Hey, I hate the man, so obviously the prospect of guard duty doesn't make me happy at all.

Nagi's reaction was much the same as mine, although without the swearing-he heaved a near silent sigh and tuned everything out, slamming his mental shields into place with a decisive, {Don't even think I'm taking Farf-sitting duty tonight.} It was all I could do not to pry open those flimsy shields and force him to see what I've witnessed over the past few months.

By all appearances, Farfie expressed his typical non-reaction by giving Crawdaddy a blank stare before slamming his knife deep into the wood. However, since he doesn't really have mental shields and is unaware that he projects, I was privy to his real feelings over the prospect of "baby-sitting":

//Oh, joy. Another night of sitting around, watching everyone get drunk and start throwing muddy blood red around the room at one another while keeping their polite smiles in place. I'll be lucky if someone doesn't try to pick a fight tonight, I'm really not in the mood for that....//

Okay, before I started paying attention to my second-youngest teammate, I had no fucking clue what he was talking about when referring to colors. But a little digging-not to mention snooping around his room whenever Oracle deigned to let him outside of the apartment-revealed something that I would have never in a million years expected of him:

Farfarello could see auras.

Not just that, he seemed to know the moods of people just by "reading" their energy fields. Which really doesn't explain why he kept trying to get close to all of us, Crawford probably throws off a hell of a lot of that dark angry red while I suspect Prodigy walks about in a cloud of negative black energy. I used to wonder what he saw when he looked at me, though....

Crawford's voice dragged me back to the present: "Yes, another party. And you will all"-I'm sure he meant primarily Farfie and me-"be on your best behavior. I don't want a repeat of the Halloween ball on my hands tonight."

The Irishman snickered from his seat, dragging the knife towards him and digging it deeper into the table. At Halloween he threw one of Taka-moron's bouncers right through a plate glass window, giving the excuse that "throwing bouncers hurts God." After I started to look deeper into his psyche-which is still a damned scary place, I do believe my teammate is more schizophrenic than psychopathic however-I uncovered the real reason for Farf's bouncer-throwing. Apparently looking for a quick fuck, he targeted in on the Irishman in spite of-maybe because of?-his scars and blank, doll-like expression. After saying no enough times, Farfie finally had enough and made the guy go away.

Who woulda guessed that Mr. I-Kill-For-Fun was a bit of an innocent after all? Not me, at least not before....

"Damn it, Farfarello, that's the fifth table this month!" Crawfish shouted, scowling in annoyance and anger with the teen. Nagi, or course, ignored the scene as usual, while I barely kept myself from snapping to my friend's defense.

//Wow, I didn't know red could get any darker.//

I couldn't help it; I started laughing. It just struck me as funny that big badass Bradley Crawford was standing there yelling at him and the only thing that seemed of any importance to Farf was how many shades of red the American can throw off at once.

Both turned to stare at me, Crawdad in annoyance and Farf in... curiosity?

//...a little white, where'd that come from? ...some indigo as usual... i've never seen that shade of red before, though, it's very... soft...?//

I ceased laughing abruptly, smirking at our fearless leader and innocently purring, "It's always amusing to watch you blow up, Braddy, your face turns the loveliest shade of magenta." I can't help but bait him, he knows I prefer male companionship to female but I wouldn't fuck him if he were the last man on the face of the earth!

However, my own curiosity was piqued now. Up until that point I'd never heard Farfie mention my "colors", so to hear that so clearly was surprising. And I have to admit to wondering what the hell he meant by a soft red around me. It seemed time to raid the Irishman's bookshelf again to locate that journal he left open on the coffee table two months back when he though he was here alone....

Oracle looked even more annoyed for a moment, then snapped back into what I referred to as leader mode. "We leave at seven sharp, everyone had better be ready to go. Wear the white uniforms." Without another word he turned and stalked out of the room, probably to read his newspaper in peace and quiet. Prodigy stood and followed an instant later, leaving Farf and me alone.

One golden eye focused on me a moment more, his thoughts unreadable to me as they generally were when he seemed to be deciding upon something. After a moment he nodded silently and walked out as well, although his thoughts were now crystal clear to me as he moved:

//I know I saw a flicker of orange for a moment... what does that mean?//

Wondering the same thing myself, I finished my morning cup of coffee and sauntered out to the living room. After I tormented Crawfish for a while I'd go "borrow" Farf's journal and make myself at home in front of the chibi's computer.

I just had to know what he saw when he looked at me.

~+ Owari Chapter One +~

Final notes: Yes, my koi and are on the same wavelength on a point once again-and that is that the inability to feel pain is sort of a lame "psychic" power! So (also sharing a view) Farfie can see people's auras (and the interlude will go a bit further to explain a teeny bit). My information on aura colors and meanings comes from three websites: http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Delphi/1366/auras.htm, http://www.visionsofheaven.com/articlesNoFrames/ARNFauras.html, and http://realmagick.com/topics/54/54.html. The one that helped me most is the second, as it goes much more in depth than the other two, but all are excellent sources =^_^=

Also, the journal mentioned by Schuldich in this chapter will be discussed a teeny bit more in the first interlude.