Voyeurism Hurts God

Author\'s Note: I had a bit of trouble writing as NAgi, sorry if it\'s OOC. x.x;

Disclaimer: Don\'t own WK, just write about it.

I tap at the keys of my computer, looking through the assorted security camera angles. As a look over Farfarfello\'s room, I notice Schuldig is in there.

What are the two of them doing?

Schuldig knows Brad said not to let him out today. Great now Crawford\'s gonna yell at me if I don\'t tell him, and Schuldig will harass me if I turn him in.

Farfarfello easily slips out of the constraints, Schuldig taking him into his arms.

I know where this is going. I go to click out of the window, but I can\'t bring myself to do it. I\'m stuck gaping like a crowd gawking at an accident.

Schuldig\'s hands play with Farfarfello\'s hair, their greedy lips reaching for each other.

Something stirs inside me.

As Schuldig whispers into Farfarfello\'s ear, long hair drapes across him.

I can feel my body beginning to throb.

Berseker\'s bandages fall to the ground, the needles sticking out of his skin

Almost compulsively my mind slips into an intoxicated high.

Almost compulsively, my hands slip from the keyboard.

A crimson stain is smeared on to a crucifix, Farfarfello\'s bloody hands decorating it as he sees fit.

I jealously watch Schuldig\'s tongue lap at his wounds.

The door swings open.

I jump around to see Crawford watching me, with the same smirk he always gives me.

He simply says, “Charge for the website, you’ll make money.”