A not so bloody Valentine
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Part 7 ~I am the master of annoyance~
“What is it?” Crawford asked. He took the glasses from his nose and wiped them on the small cloth in front of him.
“Well….”. Farferello leant forwards; squashing and ripping the paper as his boot made contact with it and earned himself an annoyed growl. “My admirer wants to meet me…” He stared at brown eyes, slightly surprised before going cold again.
“This has what to do with me?!” Crawford sighed, placing his glasses back on his face and tried to tug his paper free from the madman currently sitting on it, only to be rewarded with a rip and paper coming away in his hands. With a sigh he placed it on the table, arms crossing.
“I’m waiting Farferello”.
Farferello grinned and pouted. “You see it’s onthe14thbutIreallywannagopleaseeeeeeee….”.
Crawford blinked in confusion. “A little slower so I can understand it Farferello.
Farferello’s pout increased. “It’s on the 14th but you have to let me….”
“NO!” Crawford glared coolly before standing up and leaving the table.
“But Crawford please... I’ll be good, I’ll never ever cut at one of your tables, or chairs or the floor or….”.
“I said NO! This mission is for all of us! I said it’d be non-negotiable and I mean it!”
He left the kitchen and started towards his office.
“But Crawford…please….”. His tone took a whine in it and he sniffed at Crawford\'s negative shake of his head.
“FINE THEN! I’ll take drastic measures!”
Crawford turned just in time to glare as his hand was seized in Farferello’s, the long fingers of the Irishman’s clamping around his as he tugged him into his room, snapping on handcuffs he kept in his drawer because he just did with a resounding click…. All whilst Crawford blinked stupidly, until realization surged through him.
“What? … Farferello let me out of these now!!!”
Farferello shook his head and just giggled as Crawford began tugging at the restraints.
“Give me the key or….”
“Or what…. We’re stuck till you let me go…. I’ll be everywhere with you until you say yes”.
He grinned smugly and stuck his tongue out at the glaring man who sighed loudly, bring the handcuffed hand upwards before he remembered and changed it for his left hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose.
“Fine but you can’t do this all day…you’ll get bored”.
Having thought he was safe, Crawford tugged the other man out of his cell leading him across the apartment to his office, earning him some odd looks from Nagi before he closed the door.
“Huh?”
~~~~~~~
3 hours into the cuffage Crawford was finally loosing his patience, no matter what he wanted to do Farferello thwarted him deliberately. He couldn’t type on the computer whilst attached to Farferello or write up his report when the other kept poking him, and the worst was the begging.
“Please can I go?”
“No!”
“Please can I go?”
“NO!”
“Please can I…”
“Farferello shut up you are driving me mad!!!” Crawford slammed his head against the table he was sat at, the only thing seeming safe and sighed before jumping up with a yelp. Now the poking had started again.
“Please”.
“NO!”
“Pleaseeeeeeee”.
“NO!!”
“Pleassssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”.
“AGHHHHHH!” He banged his head again; maybe if he knocked himself out he wouldn’t have to listen to the whining.
“Crawford…”
“I don’t want to hear it!”
He eeped a little as he was pulled from his seat.
“Where are we going”.
“I was going to say I need to go to the bathroom, but with one hand you’ll have to help me”.
Crawford’s eyes blinked as the Irishman tugged him to the bathroom, and he started twitching, the other had just got his buckle un-done when he gave in.
“Okay you can go just LEMME OUTTA HERE!!!”
Farferello giggled, producing the key from his pocket and unlocking the other man who twitched, glared and then ran off to his office, slamming the door closed and then locking it with a click. Farferello grinned in triumph. Schuldig thought he was the most annoying of the team.
“FEH”.
He giggled as he left the room, re-doing his buckle as he saw Nagi and grinned.
“Your er…plan worked then?”
Farferello nodded with another giggle. “He flipped out”. He grinned again before he walked back to his room, passing Crawford’s office on the way and banged on it giggling. He could just about here the whimper of “go away” as he left for his room. Planning to go shopping the next day for new clothing.
Part 8 ~Let’s go shopping~
Just after nine in the morning Crawford clicked open his door and peered his head cautiously out of it. Feeling it was safe he emerged through the door. The night before he’d decided to stay in is office. The backbreaking, uncomfortable rickety old chair in there didn’t seem so bad at the time but now he was paying for it. He groaned softly, arching his neck both ways and stretching, listening to a few resounding pops and cracks before he blinked open weary eyes and went for a shower. When he emerged he ran smack bang into Schuldig.
“Watch where you’re damn going”. The red head glared and Crawford glared back, grabbing his towel before shifting mindlessly to his room to get dressed.
//where’s Nagi and Farferello?//
Crawford dropped the shirt he was about to put on and sighed.
“Keep out of my head dammit!” He thought for a moment before coming out in his pants, slipping the shirt on.
“They’re not here?”
Schuldig shock his head, going into the kitchen and coming out a moment later with a note.
“Feh, they left a note, how sweet”. He rolled his eyes as he read it and started to knash his teeth.
“Why is HE allowed to get away from the mission!!!! It’s not fair, why do we have to go and you let him go to meet this freak”.
Crawford sighed as he did his shirt up, feeling an on-coming headache working into his temples.
“You would have to, if he’d hand cuffed himself to you, poked you and annoyed the hell out of you for three hours before asking you to help him go to the toilet”.
Fixing his shirt he crossed his arms.
“No excuse…. It’s not fair! He took Nagi with him clothes shopping! I have more taste than he does!”.
He pouted, crossing his arms before storming out the front door.
Crawford twitched.
“What did I do to deserve this?”
~~~~~~
Farferello giggled as he looked through the various shirts, gaping at most, and drooling over others. At 8.30am he’d dragged Nagi out of bed, got him dressed and then both had taken a cab into the town where ‘Sins of the flesh’ was. So far they’d spent over an hour in there, both trying things on and giggling at each other.
“The pants are great Farf, they suit you but now for a shirt”. He ‘ummed’ and ‘arddd’ for a few more moments before moving through the racks.
He passed the leather and PVC and steered well clear of metal and rubber and moved onto the mesh section.
The boy went along picking out various shirts and lace, holding them up against Farferello as best he could in their small height difference and hummed a few more times before putting the things back on the shelf. He poked around a few more sections, getting freaked out by a man and a woman wearing rubber masks and gags, and hid behind Farferello.
“Scary…”.
After a few more whimpers and pokes to the now laughing madman, he found a few things to go with the pants.
One, a black mesh shirt that tied at the chest and left even less to the imagination, clinging to his skin, and parting to reveal silky white skin and a few pale pink scars here and there, and a few others. Whilst Farferello tried those on Nagi looked around a few more times, trying to keep his eyes off the sex aids and porno\'’ in front of him. He was after all a growing boy.
With a resounding “AHA!” He grabbed his newest find and ran into the stall where Farferello was changing. He blinked a few moments before handing the shirt over.
“This is perfect”.
He waited outside whilst the Irishman tried it on, and at the word “done” he pulled back the curtain.
“You’re gonna knock him dead”.
Farferello’s grin grew wider, as he changed, putting the clothing on the hanger…well Nagi did after the other almost poked him with it, and went out to purchase. Farferello waited outside whilst he did so, and grinned as the boy came out.
“What’s that?”
He tried to look in another bag the boy was clutching to his chest.
“You said I could get something and I did”.
The boy flushed furiously and Farferello grinned at him, pulling him down the street.
“I’m starved”.
~~~~~~
Three hours later, all members were at the Schwarz apartment except for Schuldig who was still off somewhere most probably irritating someone. Crawford had watched the two enter, carefully blinking at the bags they carried with a raised brow before he went back to his work. Both boys grinned and they ended up in Farferello’s room, now putting the clothing Farferello had brought in his now fuller wardrobe.
“Do you think he’ll like it?” Farferello asked. He patted the clothing before shutting the door and sat down next to the boy on the floor, both staring at the roses. Nagi nodded and grinned at him.
“What are you getting him for Valentines?”
Farferello thought, before pulling out a dark black piece of velvet wrapped up with something inside.
“I changed my mind about the thing on television, I wanted something more personal”.
With that, he unwrapped the material to reveal his favorite knife.
“I thought he’d like it more if it comes from something that I like”.
Nagi nodded with a smile.
“I’m sure he’ll love it”. He smiled reassuringly as Farferello reclined on the floor, looking at the petals that had fallen from roses above him.
“What if he doesn’t come, or really like me?”
There was only tomorrow and he’d be meeting him.
Nagi shook his head.
“He’ll meet you Farf, no one does this for the fun of it, he must really like you”.
Farferello nodded a little, gently picking at a petal.
“He seems to know a lot…. Who could it be?”
Nagi shrugged, though inside he was beginning to have his own ideas.
“Maybe it’s someone who knows you but is afraid to tell you how he feels, and has to do this to show you?”. He really did have his ideas.
“Maybe…. But what if I don’t like him after this? I did like someone before this but I knew it was impossible to be with them. Though this isn’t a re-bound, I truly am excited”.
Nagi smiled as his stomach started to growl.
“You just ate…”. Nagi blushed and giggled a little before disappearing out the door.
“I’ll be right back”.
Farferello nodded as he continued to stare at the petals, eyes cast down. Maybe he’d get more information tonight from his admirer that would let him know much more than he did now.
~~~~~~
Part 9 ~Details~
After they’d eaten and talked some more, looking up as Schuldig entered the room, growled and then left both had parted to do their own things. Just before five in the evening Farferello stood outside the apartment hoping to get something out of the delivery girl on who his admirer was.
When she arrived he slowly stood from his seated position and signed for his parcel.
“You really are a lucky guy”. She grinned at him, taking back the clipboard and turned to leave.
“Do you know who it is? Have you seen him?”
The girl turned and shook her head.
“The parcels are there when I arrive, I just ver.ver. But I heard he’s really cute”. She smiled apologetically at him before getting on her bike and leaving.
“Cute? Could be anyone”.
He sighed a little as he opened the door, cheering up a little when he looked back at the present. He moved to his room and un-wrapped the thing, placing the fresh rose in the newly changed water before sitting down in front of it to look at the contents, bringing the card with him. Inside he pulled out a small heart shaped box, blinking at it before he opened to reveal heart shape chocolates. When he bit into one he realized it had a soft strawberry cream center and sighed at the combined tastes. As he ate he pulled open the card, licking a hand free of the chocolate goodness as he read.
‘I hope you can come on the 14th. I’m looking forward to it. Under the chocolates look at the paper…. Love… your valentine’
After reading, he set the card down and rummaged through the chocolates till he pulled up a piece of paper, unfolding it he read the small note.
‘If you are able, the first direction is this. Go to the park and lift up the blue covered swing’s seat. Follow the directions then on, to meet me’.
Farferello smiled. It seemed the other wanted to play a game.
Popping another sweet into his mouth, he placed the notes in the drawer, keeping the directions in his pocket so Schuldig wouldn’t find it if he decided to look, and went to see Nagi, offering him a chocolate heart for helping him pick clothing that day. He made a note to scour the kids’ room when he was at school. Determined to see what the little hentai had brought himself.
Part 10 ~The sands of time, goes that much slower~
The next day seemed to go slower. All of Schwarz seemed to keep out of his way as he brooded, glaring at the clock when it refused to go faster.
“Farferello…. How do you know this isn’t some trick of Weiss to capture you? Hmmm?”
The German leant against the wall closest to the opening of Farferello’s cell door to make a hasty retreat if the other decided to get revenge again for the incident before. His jade eyes looked questioningly at the Irishman arms crossed in front of him before he fiddled in his pockets for a cigarette.
“I know it isn’t Weiss…I just know!” He glared at the German trying to spoil his fun.
“I don’t care what you think or say. I use to think we were at leastendsends. You’re just jealous and cruel and…and I hope your head explodes!”
He turned his back to him, now sitting on the bed more, back straight and blatantly ignoring him.
Schuldig sighed, a hand running through his flame-coloured hair.
“I know and I am…I was jealous…I just hope he’s truly what he says he is”. The redhead walked out of the room, but not before catching the tiniest “thank you” from the madman on the bed.
In all honesty he had been jealous, not that Farferello got presents really but he felt he was being ignored, everyone seemed more wrapped up in the Irishman including some stranger. He knew he was selfish and although he hid it under his smirks and cold laughter, he did hope that everything would go well. Maybe one of Schwarz could lead a less fucked up life than they were at the moment. Replacing the half smile on his face with a cold glare, he snickered at Crawford, trying to get things ready for the mission the next evening.
“Having fun?”
Crawford glared and with that look told the red head to sod off. It was moments when he was busy that the red head annoyed him the most.
Schuldig just shook it off with a snicker before gooutsoutside for a smoke.
~~~~~
Farferello wondered why in Schu’s own way he’d apologized. It was a little surprising and unexpected, but maybe the German was lonely, when he thought about it, almost everyone had ignored him since the incident and even before then. His brows knitted before he stood, rummaging through his drawer to find the heart candy tin. Making sure the German wasn’t around he slipped into his room, and left one of the few chocolate hearts he had left on the side where the redhead would see it. A peace offering or an acceptance of his apology, maybe if all went well he’d introduce his admirer to the redhead, after all in some twisted way they were family. Moving out of the room, eating a chocolate as he went, he sneaked into Nagi’s room, looking around for the bag the kid had gotten the day before but to no luck he couldn’t find it. Pouting he left the room, not even checking the top of the wardrobe where the bag was stashed from prying eyes. Nagi would just keel over if anyone knew he’d brought such a thing…
~~~~~
When Schuldig re-entered the apartment he stubbed the cigarette out in the sinks basin, grabbing a juice before leaving for his room. Sitting down, he drank before placing the glass on his table, only to have half of the thing tilt and almost spill its contents. He sat up and looked over, now noticing the heart and picked it up blinking a little, with a grin he ate the thing before laying back, starting on the new book, he\'d been trying to do for months. Right now he didn’t feel like annoying Crawford, and to him that was a first.
Both Farferello and Crawford looked up at the giggle from Schuldig’s room in their separate attires, blinking before getting back to what they were doing, which for once didn’t include that much.
~~
Slowly the time passed and all four members of Schwarz were seated in the living room when the knowing knock on the door came just after five. Nagi looked up as Farferello moved out to the hallway before returning to watching whatever documentary Crawford had chosen for the night, Schuldig, already asleep five minutes into it.
The grinning girl handed Farferello’s package to him with a giggle, after he’d signed it she wished him the best and hoped that everything went great if he ever found out who his admirer was. He nodded his thanks as he moved away from the door, closing it, and back into the living room. He poked Schu as he sat down earning n-inn-intelligent grunt as the German woke up and glared for a moment before blinking.
“Isn’t this damn program finished yet!”
He sighed before his gaze turned to the box.
“What have you got?”
The silver haired man next to him shrugged as he opened it, pulling out a variety of sweets, toffees and other things to rot your teeth before he pulled the note from the rose. Sticking his tongue out at the others watching him he shooed them away so he could read in private, bringing the note to his chest and poking Schuldig in warning.
“Don’t read my thoughts”.
The German grabbed his chest, pretending to look hurt and Nagi giggled. He assumed the other two had made up a little and Crawford just turned the television up louder with an annoyed sigh.
“This is very interesting, I’m TRYING to watch it”.
He ignored the three tongues sticking out at him.
Farferello turned his attention back to the note.
‘7pm, come find me…I hope I won’t disappoint you’.
The note was short but Farferello smiled, handing out the candy to everyone, including Crawford who just chewed on a toffee to keep from yelling at them.
“Just a day and I’ll meet him”.
He clutched the rose to his chest, not even registering when the small thorns dug into his skin. He was too happy.
Part 11 ~Waiting~
The next day all Farferello could do was wait. He waited in his room, on the kitchen table, in Nagi’s room still trying to find what he’d brought before to no avail and in Schu’s room.
“Farferello, you’re making my eyes cross”.
The German lay on his bed watching the Irishman wear a hole into his carpet as he paced. With a raised brow Schuldig then rolled his eyes at the glare he was given.
“Why don’t you go find some nuns to play with…stop irritating me, and hurt god in the process”. He thought that would get a spark of reaction out of him, but instead he just glared.
“Waiting hurts god to…” And then he started his pacing again.
The German blinked, rummaging through a drawer for a smoke and lit it much to the annoyed grunt of Farferello.
“Do you have to!” With another growl he left the room, leaving a now happy blinking German.
“Agh the qualities of being the only smoker”. He took a puff and grinned to himself.
~~~
“CRAWFORDDDDDD!!!”
The American looked up and twitched when Farferello barged into his room.
“Ever heard of knocking?”
The Irishman pouted at him and threw himself on the American’s bed.
“I have another question”.
Crawford groaned and stood up from his chair, wiping his glasses on his shirtsleeve.
“What now?”
Farferello grinned at him. “Can I bring him back here?”
The American blinked, fully taking in the implications of that.
“If you have to, but keep him to your room. PLEASE!”
He sighed, crossing his arms as he glared at the man in front of him.
“Well?”
The Irishman giggled before pulling himself of the older mans bed and running out the door.
“I’m getting a new lock fixed”.
The American sighed, closing the door and placing a chair against the handle.
“How am I not crazy yet, with them around?”
~~~~~
At mid-day Farferello sat down to eat. He’d just made a huge ass sandwich only to have termaerman take half. He growled at him, snatching his own from the plate and stuffing half in his mouth without choking on it. The red head raised his brow before devouring his own and pulled the Irishman to his room.
“Will you and your friend be having sex?”
Farferello blinked and gapped at him. He hadn’pectpected the German to come out with that.
“It’s none of your business what I do”.
The red head sighed, lounging on the floor.
“I was just asking in case you wanted some tips”. He let a grin spread on his face, twirling a lock of hair around his fingers. Farferello screwed his face up.
“Eeewwwww. I do not want sex tips from you”.
The German snickered.
“Why not? I’m assuming you’re not totally experienced in that area nein?”
Farferello felt his face flush just ever so slightly.
“Thought not…well?”
Farferello nodded a little and three hours later he emerged, eyes glazed over and blinking at what he’d just been told.
“You stick vegetables THERE??????”
He wasn’t sure whether to believe the German. He knew all to well about the others little sex-capades. Maybe he should ask Nagi. The boy spent enough time on the Internet.
~~~
He’d waited till the boy got home from school and had cornered him in the corridor.
“SEX”
Nagi blinked and looked worried. “What?”
“What do you know about it”.
Nagi blushed.
“None of your business!” Then he ran off to his room, locking the door quickly.
“What’d I say?”
Then a thought occurred to him.
“Crawford?” He walked to the American’s door and rattled the door handle when it wouldn’t open.
“Crawford what do you know about sex?”
He stepped back when a slightly flustered American opened the door.
“What? Go look on the Internet”.
With that he slammed the door shut again, Farferello pouted and wonderxactxactly what he’d said. Instead he moved to Crawford’s office, not even trying to get Nagi’s laptop and after twenty minutes, figured out how to turn the computer on and connect to the net. He spent the neoursours, winding up to 5pm on the net, typing in and researching things he hadn’t thought really about before. What he found did make him blink. Seemed there were more fetishes than vegetables out there.
He wondered if there was one for knives.
When the knock at the door came, he closed the computer down, not even bothering to wipe the history file and wondering if Crawford would be shocked later by what he’d found.
“Hi again…tomorrow huh? How exciting”
The girl giggled and Farferello grinned as he signed for the package, waving goodbye to her when she left and went back to his room to un-wrap what he’d got.
Inside he found jewelry cleaner, chewing gum in various gooey flavors, small sweets and a whole bunch of other little things. He giggled at the little surprises, chewing on a few sweets, be hee he looked at the note.
‘Only the rest of today and tomorrow afternoon left. I hope that when we meet it’ll be a good surprise. I understand though if you’re not attracted to me…. I’ll keep my hopes up and wait for you to find me…. Always yours…your valentine’.
Farferello blinked in slight confusion. The girl said he was cute from what she’d heard, so why wouldn’t he be attracted? He then began to think that maybe he did know the guy, and might not like him. This made him panic. He knew them but might not like them because who they were? He suddenly began to hope it wasn’t Weiss.
He didn’t even think it might be one of Schwarz also.
TBC
“What is it?” Crawford asked. He took the glasses from his nose and wiped them on the small cloth in front of him.
“Well….”. Farferello leant forwards; squashing and ripping the paper as his boot made contact with it and earned himself an annoyed growl. “My admirer wants to meet me…” He stared at brown eyes, slightly surprised before going cold again.
“This has what to do with me?!” Crawford sighed, placing his glasses back on his face and tried to tug his paper free from the madman currently sitting on it, only to be rewarded with a rip and paper coming away in his hands. With a sigh he placed it on the table, arms crossing.
“I’m waiting Farferello”.
Farferello grinned and pouted. “You see it’s onthe14thbutIreallywannagopleaseeeeeeee….”.
Crawford blinked in confusion. “A little slower so I can understand it Farferello.
Farferello’s pout increased. “It’s on the 14th but you have to let me….”
“NO!” Crawford glared coolly before standing up and leaving the table.
“But Crawford please... I’ll be good, I’ll never ever cut at one of your tables, or chairs or the floor or….”.
“I said NO! This mission is for all of us! I said it’d be non-negotiable and I mean it!”
He left the kitchen and started towards his office.
“But Crawford…please….”. His tone took a whine in it and he sniffed at Crawford\'s negative shake of his head.
“FINE THEN! I’ll take drastic measures!”
Crawford turned just in time to glare as his hand was seized in Farferello’s, the long fingers of the Irishman’s clamping around his as he tugged him into his room, snapping on handcuffs he kept in his drawer because he just did with a resounding click…. All whilst Crawford blinked stupidly, until realization surged through him.
“What? … Farferello let me out of these now!!!”
Farferello shook his head and just giggled as Crawford began tugging at the restraints.
“Give me the key or….”
“Or what…. We’re stuck till you let me go…. I’ll be everywhere with you until you say yes”.
He grinned smugly and stuck his tongue out at the glaring man who sighed loudly, bring the handcuffed hand upwards before he remembered and changed it for his left hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose.
“Fine but you can’t do this all day…you’ll get bored”.
Having thought he was safe, Crawford tugged the other man out of his cell leading him across the apartment to his office, earning him some odd looks from Nagi before he closed the door.
“Huh?”
~~~~~~~
3 hours into the cuffage Crawford was finally loosing his patience, no matter what he wanted to do Farferello thwarted him deliberately. He couldn’t type on the computer whilst attached to Farferello or write up his report when the other kept poking him, and the worst was the begging.
“Please can I go?”
“No!”
“Please can I go?”
“NO!”
“Please can I…”
“Farferello shut up you are driving me mad!!!” Crawford slammed his head against the table he was sat at, the only thing seeming safe and sighed before jumping up with a yelp. Now the poking had started again.
“Please”.
“NO!”
“Pleaseeeeeeee”.
“NO!!”
“Pleassssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”.
“AGHHHHHH!” He banged his head again; maybe if he knocked himself out he wouldn’t have to listen to the whining.
“Crawford…”
“I don’t want to hear it!”
He eeped a little as he was pulled from his seat.
“Where are we going”.
“I was going to say I need to go to the bathroom, but with one hand you’ll have to help me”.
Crawford’s eyes blinked as the Irishman tugged him to the bathroom, and he started twitching, the other had just got his buckle un-done when he gave in.
“Okay you can go just LEMME OUTTA HERE!!!”
Farferello giggled, producing the key from his pocket and unlocking the other man who twitched, glared and then ran off to his office, slamming the door closed and then locking it with a click. Farferello grinned in triumph. Schuldig thought he was the most annoying of the team.
“FEH”.
He giggled as he left the room, re-doing his buckle as he saw Nagi and grinned.
“Your er…plan worked then?”
Farferello nodded with another giggle. “He flipped out”. He grinned again before he walked back to his room, passing Crawford’s office on the way and banged on it giggling. He could just about here the whimper of “go away” as he left for his room. Planning to go shopping the next day for new clothing.
Part 8 ~Let’s go shopping~
Just after nine in the morning Crawford clicked open his door and peered his head cautiously out of it. Feeling it was safe he emerged through the door. The night before he’d decided to stay in is office. The backbreaking, uncomfortable rickety old chair in there didn’t seem so bad at the time but now he was paying for it. He groaned softly, arching his neck both ways and stretching, listening to a few resounding pops and cracks before he blinked open weary eyes and went for a shower. When he emerged he ran smack bang into Schuldig.
“Watch where you’re damn going”. The red head glared and Crawford glared back, grabbing his towel before shifting mindlessly to his room to get dressed.
//where’s Nagi and Farferello?//
Crawford dropped the shirt he was about to put on and sighed.
“Keep out of my head dammit!” He thought for a moment before coming out in his pants, slipping the shirt on.
“They’re not here?”
Schuldig shock his head, going into the kitchen and coming out a moment later with a note.
“Feh, they left a note, how sweet”. He rolled his eyes as he read it and started to knash his teeth.
“Why is HE allowed to get away from the mission!!!! It’s not fair, why do we have to go and you let him go to meet this freak”.
Crawford sighed as he did his shirt up, feeling an on-coming headache working into his temples.
“You would have to, if he’d hand cuffed himself to you, poked you and annoyed the hell out of you for three hours before asking you to help him go to the toilet”.
Fixing his shirt he crossed his arms.
“No excuse…. It’s not fair! He took Nagi with him clothes shopping! I have more taste than he does!”.
He pouted, crossing his arms before storming out the front door.
Crawford twitched.
“What did I do to deserve this?”
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Farferello giggled as he looked through the various shirts, gaping at most, and drooling over others. At 8.30am he’d dragged Nagi out of bed, got him dressed and then both had taken a cab into the town where ‘Sins of the flesh’ was. So far they’d spent over an hour in there, both trying things on and giggling at each other.
“The pants are great Farf, they suit you but now for a shirt”. He ‘ummed’ and ‘arddd’ for a few more moments before moving through the racks.
He passed the leather and PVC and steered well clear of metal and rubber and moved onto the mesh section.
The boy went along picking out various shirts and lace, holding them up against Farferello as best he could in their small height difference and hummed a few more times before putting the things back on the shelf. He poked around a few more sections, getting freaked out by a man and a woman wearing rubber masks and gags, and hid behind Farferello.
“Scary…”.
After a few more whimpers and pokes to the now laughing madman, he found a few things to go with the pants.
One, a black mesh shirt that tied at the chest and left even less to the imagination, clinging to his skin, and parting to reveal silky white skin and a few pale pink scars here and there, and a few others. Whilst Farferello tried those on Nagi looked around a few more times, trying to keep his eyes off the sex aids and porno\'’ in front of him. He was after all a growing boy.
With a resounding “AHA!” He grabbed his newest find and ran into the stall where Farferello was changing. He blinked a few moments before handing the shirt over.
“This is perfect”.
He waited outside whilst the Irishman tried it on, and at the word “done” he pulled back the curtain.
“You’re gonna knock him dead”.
Farferello’s grin grew wider, as he changed, putting the clothing on the hanger…well Nagi did after the other almost poked him with it, and went out to purchase. Farferello waited outside whilst he did so, and grinned as the boy came out.
“What’s that?”
He tried to look in another bag the boy was clutching to his chest.
“You said I could get something and I did”.
The boy flushed furiously and Farferello grinned at him, pulling him down the street.
“I’m starved”.
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Three hours later, all members were at the Schwarz apartment except for Schuldig who was still off somewhere most probably irritating someone. Crawford had watched the two enter, carefully blinking at the bags they carried with a raised brow before he went back to his work. Both boys grinned and they ended up in Farferello’s room, now putting the clothing Farferello had brought in his now fuller wardrobe.
“Do you think he’ll like it?” Farferello asked. He patted the clothing before shutting the door and sat down next to the boy on the floor, both staring at the roses. Nagi nodded and grinned at him.
“What are you getting him for Valentines?”
Farferello thought, before pulling out a dark black piece of velvet wrapped up with something inside.
“I changed my mind about the thing on television, I wanted something more personal”.
With that, he unwrapped the material to reveal his favorite knife.
“I thought he’d like it more if it comes from something that I like”.
Nagi nodded with a smile.
“I’m sure he’ll love it”. He smiled reassuringly as Farferello reclined on the floor, looking at the petals that had fallen from roses above him.
“What if he doesn’t come, or really like me?”
There was only tomorrow and he’d be meeting him.
Nagi shook his head.
“He’ll meet you Farf, no one does this for the fun of it, he must really like you”.
Farferello nodded a little, gently picking at a petal.
“He seems to know a lot…. Who could it be?”
Nagi shrugged, though inside he was beginning to have his own ideas.
“Maybe it’s someone who knows you but is afraid to tell you how he feels, and has to do this to show you?”. He really did have his ideas.
“Maybe…. But what if I don’t like him after this? I did like someone before this but I knew it was impossible to be with them. Though this isn’t a re-bound, I truly am excited”.
Nagi smiled as his stomach started to growl.
“You just ate…”. Nagi blushed and giggled a little before disappearing out the door.
“I’ll be right back”.
Farferello nodded as he continued to stare at the petals, eyes cast down. Maybe he’d get more information tonight from his admirer that would let him know much more than he did now.
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Part 9 ~Details~
After they’d eaten and talked some more, looking up as Schuldig entered the room, growled and then left both had parted to do their own things. Just before five in the evening Farferello stood outside the apartment hoping to get something out of the delivery girl on who his admirer was.
When she arrived he slowly stood from his seated position and signed for his parcel.
“You really are a lucky guy”. She grinned at him, taking back the clipboard and turned to leave.
“Do you know who it is? Have you seen him?”
The girl turned and shook her head.
“The parcels are there when I arrive, I just ver.ver. But I heard he’s really cute”. She smiled apologetically at him before getting on her bike and leaving.
“Cute? Could be anyone”.
He sighed a little as he opened the door, cheering up a little when he looked back at the present. He moved to his room and un-wrapped the thing, placing the fresh rose in the newly changed water before sitting down in front of it to look at the contents, bringing the card with him. Inside he pulled out a small heart shaped box, blinking at it before he opened to reveal heart shape chocolates. When he bit into one he realized it had a soft strawberry cream center and sighed at the combined tastes. As he ate he pulled open the card, licking a hand free of the chocolate goodness as he read.
‘I hope you can come on the 14th. I’m looking forward to it. Under the chocolates look at the paper…. Love… your valentine’
After reading, he set the card down and rummaged through the chocolates till he pulled up a piece of paper, unfolding it he read the small note.
‘If you are able, the first direction is this. Go to the park and lift up the blue covered swing’s seat. Follow the directions then on, to meet me’.
Farferello smiled. It seemed the other wanted to play a game.
Popping another sweet into his mouth, he placed the notes in the drawer, keeping the directions in his pocket so Schuldig wouldn’t find it if he decided to look, and went to see Nagi, offering him a chocolate heart for helping him pick clothing that day. He made a note to scour the kids’ room when he was at school. Determined to see what the little hentai had brought himself.
Part 10 ~The sands of time, goes that much slower~
The next day seemed to go slower. All of Schwarz seemed to keep out of his way as he brooded, glaring at the clock when it refused to go faster.
“Farferello…. How do you know this isn’t some trick of Weiss to capture you? Hmmm?”
The German leant against the wall closest to the opening of Farferello’s cell door to make a hasty retreat if the other decided to get revenge again for the incident before. His jade eyes looked questioningly at the Irishman arms crossed in front of him before he fiddled in his pockets for a cigarette.
“I know it isn’t Weiss…I just know!” He glared at the German trying to spoil his fun.
“I don’t care what you think or say. I use to think we were at leastendsends. You’re just jealous and cruel and…and I hope your head explodes!”
He turned his back to him, now sitting on the bed more, back straight and blatantly ignoring him.
Schuldig sighed, a hand running through his flame-coloured hair.
“I know and I am…I was jealous…I just hope he’s truly what he says he is”. The redhead walked out of the room, but not before catching the tiniest “thank you” from the madman on the bed.
In all honesty he had been jealous, not that Farferello got presents really but he felt he was being ignored, everyone seemed more wrapped up in the Irishman including some stranger. He knew he was selfish and although he hid it under his smirks and cold laughter, he did hope that everything would go well. Maybe one of Schwarz could lead a less fucked up life than they were at the moment. Replacing the half smile on his face with a cold glare, he snickered at Crawford, trying to get things ready for the mission the next evening.
“Having fun?”
Crawford glared and with that look told the red head to sod off. It was moments when he was busy that the red head annoyed him the most.
Schuldig just shook it off with a snicker before gooutsoutside for a smoke.
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Farferello wondered why in Schu’s own way he’d apologized. It was a little surprising and unexpected, but maybe the German was lonely, when he thought about it, almost everyone had ignored him since the incident and even before then. His brows knitted before he stood, rummaging through his drawer to find the heart candy tin. Making sure the German wasn’t around he slipped into his room, and left one of the few chocolate hearts he had left on the side where the redhead would see it. A peace offering or an acceptance of his apology, maybe if all went well he’d introduce his admirer to the redhead, after all in some twisted way they were family. Moving out of the room, eating a chocolate as he went, he sneaked into Nagi’s room, looking around for the bag the kid had gotten the day before but to no luck he couldn’t find it. Pouting he left the room, not even checking the top of the wardrobe where the bag was stashed from prying eyes. Nagi would just keel over if anyone knew he’d brought such a thing…
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When Schuldig re-entered the apartment he stubbed the cigarette out in the sinks basin, grabbing a juice before leaving for his room. Sitting down, he drank before placing the glass on his table, only to have half of the thing tilt and almost spill its contents. He sat up and looked over, now noticing the heart and picked it up blinking a little, with a grin he ate the thing before laying back, starting on the new book, he\'d been trying to do for months. Right now he didn’t feel like annoying Crawford, and to him that was a first.
Both Farferello and Crawford looked up at the giggle from Schuldig’s room in their separate attires, blinking before getting back to what they were doing, which for once didn’t include that much.
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Slowly the time passed and all four members of Schwarz were seated in the living room when the knowing knock on the door came just after five. Nagi looked up as Farferello moved out to the hallway before returning to watching whatever documentary Crawford had chosen for the night, Schuldig, already asleep five minutes into it.
The grinning girl handed Farferello’s package to him with a giggle, after he’d signed it she wished him the best and hoped that everything went great if he ever found out who his admirer was. He nodded his thanks as he moved away from the door, closing it, and back into the living room. He poked Schu as he sat down earning n-inn-intelligent grunt as the German woke up and glared for a moment before blinking.
“Isn’t this damn program finished yet!”
He sighed before his gaze turned to the box.
“What have you got?”
The silver haired man next to him shrugged as he opened it, pulling out a variety of sweets, toffees and other things to rot your teeth before he pulled the note from the rose. Sticking his tongue out at the others watching him he shooed them away so he could read in private, bringing the note to his chest and poking Schuldig in warning.
“Don’t read my thoughts”.
The German grabbed his chest, pretending to look hurt and Nagi giggled. He assumed the other two had made up a little and Crawford just turned the television up louder with an annoyed sigh.
“This is very interesting, I’m TRYING to watch it”.
He ignored the three tongues sticking out at him.
Farferello turned his attention back to the note.
‘7pm, come find me…I hope I won’t disappoint you’.
The note was short but Farferello smiled, handing out the candy to everyone, including Crawford who just chewed on a toffee to keep from yelling at them.
“Just a day and I’ll meet him”.
He clutched the rose to his chest, not even registering when the small thorns dug into his skin. He was too happy.
Part 11 ~Waiting~
The next day all Farferello could do was wait. He waited in his room, on the kitchen table, in Nagi’s room still trying to find what he’d brought before to no avail and in Schu’s room.
“Farferello, you’re making my eyes cross”.
The German lay on his bed watching the Irishman wear a hole into his carpet as he paced. With a raised brow Schuldig then rolled his eyes at the glare he was given.
“Why don’t you go find some nuns to play with…stop irritating me, and hurt god in the process”. He thought that would get a spark of reaction out of him, but instead he just glared.
“Waiting hurts god to…” And then he started his pacing again.
The German blinked, rummaging through a drawer for a smoke and lit it much to the annoyed grunt of Farferello.
“Do you have to!” With another growl he left the room, leaving a now happy blinking German.
“Agh the qualities of being the only smoker”. He took a puff and grinned to himself.
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“CRAWFORDDDDDD!!!”
The American looked up and twitched when Farferello barged into his room.
“Ever heard of knocking?”
The Irishman pouted at him and threw himself on the American’s bed.
“I have another question”.
Crawford groaned and stood up from his chair, wiping his glasses on his shirtsleeve.
“What now?”
Farferello grinned at him. “Can I bring him back here?”
The American blinked, fully taking in the implications of that.
“If you have to, but keep him to your room. PLEASE!”
He sighed, crossing his arms as he glared at the man in front of him.
“Well?”
The Irishman giggled before pulling himself of the older mans bed and running out the door.
“I’m getting a new lock fixed”.
The American sighed, closing the door and placing a chair against the handle.
“How am I not crazy yet, with them around?”
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At mid-day Farferello sat down to eat. He’d just made a huge ass sandwich only to have termaerman take half. He growled at him, snatching his own from the plate and stuffing half in his mouth without choking on it. The red head raised his brow before devouring his own and pulled the Irishman to his room.
“Will you and your friend be having sex?”
Farferello blinked and gapped at him. He hadn’pectpected the German to come out with that.
“It’s none of your business what I do”.
The red head sighed, lounging on the floor.
“I was just asking in case you wanted some tips”. He let a grin spread on his face, twirling a lock of hair around his fingers. Farferello screwed his face up.
“Eeewwwww. I do not want sex tips from you”.
The German snickered.
“Why not? I’m assuming you’re not totally experienced in that area nein?”
Farferello felt his face flush just ever so slightly.
“Thought not…well?”
Farferello nodded a little and three hours later he emerged, eyes glazed over and blinking at what he’d just been told.
“You stick vegetables THERE??????”
He wasn’t sure whether to believe the German. He knew all to well about the others little sex-capades. Maybe he should ask Nagi. The boy spent enough time on the Internet.
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He’d waited till the boy got home from school and had cornered him in the corridor.
“SEX”
Nagi blinked and looked worried. “What?”
“What do you know about it”.
Nagi blushed.
“None of your business!” Then he ran off to his room, locking the door quickly.
“What’d I say?”
Then a thought occurred to him.
“Crawford?” He walked to the American’s door and rattled the door handle when it wouldn’t open.
“Crawford what do you know about sex?”
He stepped back when a slightly flustered American opened the door.
“What? Go look on the Internet”.
With that he slammed the door shut again, Farferello pouted and wonderxactxactly what he’d said. Instead he moved to Crawford’s office, not even trying to get Nagi’s laptop and after twenty minutes, figured out how to turn the computer on and connect to the net. He spent the neoursours, winding up to 5pm on the net, typing in and researching things he hadn’t thought really about before. What he found did make him blink. Seemed there were more fetishes than vegetables out there.
He wondered if there was one for knives.
When the knock at the door came, he closed the computer down, not even bothering to wipe the history file and wondering if Crawford would be shocked later by what he’d found.
“Hi again…tomorrow huh? How exciting”
The girl giggled and Farferello grinned as he signed for the package, waving goodbye to her when she left and went back to his room to un-wrap what he’d got.
Inside he found jewelry cleaner, chewing gum in various gooey flavors, small sweets and a whole bunch of other little things. He giggled at the little surprises, chewing on a few sweets, be hee he looked at the note.
‘Only the rest of today and tomorrow afternoon left. I hope that when we meet it’ll be a good surprise. I understand though if you’re not attracted to me…. I’ll keep my hopes up and wait for you to find me…. Always yours…your valentine’.
Farferello blinked in slight confusion. The girl said he was cute from what she’d heard, so why wouldn’t he be attracted? He then began to think that maybe he did know the guy, and might not like him. This made him panic. He knew them but might not like them because who they were? He suddenly began to hope it wasn’t Weiss.
He didn’t even think it might be one of Schwarz also.
TBC