Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Azumi's Tears ❯ Endgültiger Kummer ( Chapter 8 )

Weiß Kreuz : Azumi's Tears

Chapter Seven : Endgültiger Kummer

By Tora-uma

Opening Notes :

"..." - speaking

^...^ - thoughts

//...// - telepathy

All translations and explanations appear at the bottom of the chapter. Thanks to gonyos, Koji-chan and wannabeinanime for reviewing the last chapter. And of course, thank you to everyone who spent the time reading this, thanks for sticking with it ^_~ This is the conclusion to this particular story but I will have others that I will hopefully post later on in the summer. But for those of you reading on fanfiction.net, because they don't accept stories with a rating of NC-17, my next fic will be posted on mediaminer.org only, but it will be under the same pen name, Tora-uma, so it shouldn't be hard to find. On to the story!

Schuldig, Nagi and Farfarello all sat in the small reception area outside of Masoto's office. Crawford had gone in alone to complete a business transaction.

"Schuldig, is Azumi-chan in there?" Nagi asked quietly. Masoto's secretary shot the three a strange look when she heard Nagi's voice but quickly looked away when Farfarello and Schuldig both looked at her. Nagi saw a moment of concentration pass across the German's face.

"Aah, she is."

Nagi nodded slightly and stared at the wall. He'd been holing up in his room for the past three days, only coming out for food and bathroom trips. The strained, business-like relationship he'd had with Crawford had disappeared, the two had avoided each other completely until tonight.

"Weiß will be coming tonight," Schuldig announced quietly as he picked at the arm of the sofa the three were sitting on. Nagi felt his heartbeat quicken.

"Are you sure?"

"Aah, Brad just told me he had a vision. They should be here soon. Are you ready?" Schuldig looked straight at Nagi. He nodded slightly and stared back at the wall.

~ * ~

Weiß quickly filed in through the door. A shout of warning from a guard was heard briefly before Aya silenced him with the fluid stroke of his katana. Several more guards ran into the entry area, all met quick and silent deaths.

"Well, we definitely can't just sit here all night killing henchmen," Yohji declared.

"You're right, Yohji-kun, we need to go."

Aya and Ken both nodded their consent and the four headed into the building, leaving the leaking bodies where they'd fallen. Aya led Weiß to the emergency staircase and headed up.

"More stairs . . . ?!" Yohji's head sunk in exasperation.

"Come on Yohji, you'll live," Ken nudged him up the first few stairs, following close behind.

~ * ~

"They're in the building," Schuldig announced to the other two. Crawford came out of the office with Masoto, Azumi followed behind.

"Farfarello, Schuldig, intercept them. Nagi," Crawford narrowed his eyes, "you will remain here with me and Mister Masoto."

"What's going on?" Masoto demanded as Farfarello and Schuldig walked silently into the hall.

"Mister Masoto, Weiß has arrived."

"Weiß?! Then I have to get out of here," Masoto darted for the door after his secretary who'd eavesdropped on the entire conversation, but Crawford grabbed his shoulder.

"Please don't panic, Mister Masoto. We are here to protect you, after all. If any member of Weiß escapes Farfarello or Schuldig, Nagi and I are here to guard you. For now, please wait here with us. You do, after all, have work to finish tonight."

While Crawford reassured Masoto, Nagi inched closer to Azumi. Apparently she knew what Weiß was and the danger that they could hold for her. She was shaking slightly, focused on both the door that led to the hallway and Masoto. Nagi place a hand on her dark hair and smiled slightly when she looked up at him.

"Ii kara, Weiß won't hurt you," he whispered. She pressed up against him, immediately gravitating to the first kindness she'd received in years. Her head rested against the middle of his chest and he wrapped and arm around her shoulders. Crawford watched them from the corner of his eye, still wary about his inability to see the future where Nagi was involved. He issued one final assurance to Masoto and went to speak with Nagi.

"You won't get another warning, Nagi. I'm watching you."

As Crawford walked back to Masoto, Azumi looked up at Nagi. "You're trapped too?"

"I have been most of my life," he told her, squeezing her shoulder gently.

~ * ~

"So what do you think the chances are that Schwarz is here?" Ken asked as they hurried up the stairs, cutting in front of Yohji.

"Looking forward to seeing a certain red-haired German?" Yohji teased quietly.

"Baka! I just want to know how much fighting we're going to have to do!"

Omi tagged along behind the others, fiddling with his crossbow. "I'd be ready for anything, Ken-kun," he said as his foot hit the eighth floor landing. He began to pivot, with his hand on the rail, ready to follow the others further up the stairs when the door burst open and something white threw him into the stairwell wall. Omi twisted out of the way as much as he could but it wasn't quite enough. He felt the knife slip into his left side under his ribs, fortunately missing all his vital organs.

"Omi!" Ken tried to get down past Yohji and help his teammate but Omi yelled for him to keep going.

"Yohji-kun, Ken-kun, go with Aya-kun! I can handle Farfarello!" he yelled as he threw his elbow into the Irishman's head and rolled out from under him. Yohji pushed Ken up the stairs after Aya.

"Hayaku, Ken! Be careful, Omi!" Yohji called down as the others darted up the stairs. Omi pulled the knife from his side and dropped it down the stairwell.

"That's alright, I have more," Farfarello told him, pulling a long knife from each boot. Omi ignored the crossbow at his waist for the moment, it would take to long to load and shoot. Instead he pulled a few darts from his inside jacket. Farfarello was standing directly in front of the door he'd just burst through. Keeping an eye on the knives in his opponent's hands, Omi gripped his darts and charged. He dodged the first knife that came down, the second nicked his shoulder. He ignored the small cut and crashed into Farfarello, pushing him through the door and out of the stairwell. Two of the darts he plunged into the other man's stomach, the last went just below his left collar bone. Farfarello let himself fall onto his back and threw Omi over his head. Omi rolled into the wall and got to his feet at the same time as the Schwarz member. Farfarello ignored the darts projecting from his body and leapt at Omi again.

Omi tried to jump out of the way but wasn't quite quick enough to miss the knife in Farfarello's right hand. The cold metal caught his side and tore through it, leaving a long gash. Omi stumbled away and held the wound with one hand, feeling his blood pouring out. He quickly pulled an arrow from his quiver as Farfarello returned to the fight. Omi ducked beneath the slashing knives and drove the arrow into Farfarello's leg. He'd been aiming for the knee, hoping to take the other out of the fight but the Irishman had sunk down at the right moment, causing the arrow to enter his thigh instead. Farfarello reached underneath him and scraped Omi's back with one knife just before the blond managed to roll away. They turned and faced each other again, cautiously watching one another move. Omi swiftly pulled out another dart and threw it straight at Farfarello's neck. The Weiß assassin stared in surprise as Farfarello casually caught the dart and threw it into the wall of the hallway.

"I'm not that easy," Farfarello told him as he rushed forward, pushing one knife into the boy's shoulder and swiping at his head with the other. Omi managed to fall backwards before the knife bit into his neck and kicked one of Farfarello's legs out from under him. The Schwarz member gracefully caught himself and straightened as Omi got off of the floor. Omi groaned inwardly, the wounds he'd given Farfarello weren't having any effect. ^At this point, the only chance I have of winning is if he bleeds to death,^ he thought as he tried to reach for his crossbow. Farfarello saw him move and darted forward, slicing at Omi's arm. Omi managed to dodge but the attack was still effective in stopping him from unhooking his weapon. Farfarello knocked Omi to the ground and thrust his knives at Omi's chest. The Weiß member managed to kick up into Farfarello's groin and forced the older man over him head first. Farfarello rolled and, as he stood, pulled a smaller knife from his coat and threw it at the now standing Omi, hitting his shoulder.

"There will be death tonight," Farfarello said as he lunged at Omi once more.

~ * ~

Ken ran between Aya and Yohji. "Guess we know Schwarz is here now!"

"Aah, bet your boyfriend will be along any minute now!" Yohji called up to Ken.

"Urusai!" Ken shouted as he caught sight of Schuldig on the twelfth floor landing. Ken watched Aya grip his katana, ready to slice through the Schwarz obstruction. "Iya! Matte, dameda!" Ken yelled as he sprinted forward with every bit of speed he had, shooting past Aya and knocking Schuldig from the stairwell into the twelfth floor hallway. "You two keep going!" he shouted over his shoulder. He heard Aya and Yohji continue up and turned back to Schuldig.

"Aww, gaki, didn't know you cared," Schuldig puckered his lips at the brunette on top of him. //But I like being seme,// he told Ken as he flipped him onto his back and pinned the Weiß member against the floor. Schuldig managed to capture both of Ken's hands above his head and applied pressure to both of his wrists, keeping his hands locked in place with only one of his own. Drawing a large knife from the waistband of his pants, Schuldig let the light catch the blade in front of Ken's eyes. The blue-green orbs widened.

"Kuso . . ."

Schuldig grinned and plunged the knife into Ken's shoulder, burying it to the hilt. Ken stifled a scream in the back of his throat. Schuldig leaned down to Ken's ear.

"Now we're even, gaki," he whispered and nipped Ken's ear. Ken growled and bucked his hips, throwing Schuldig off balance enough to free his hands. He gripped the trigger to release his bugnuks and swiped at Schuldig's head. The redhead disappeared just before the blades reached his head. Ken quickly got up, spotting Schuldig a few feet away. He charged and the German quickly dodged, reaching out to tear his knife painfully from Ken's shoulder. A small groan escaped Ken as he felt the blade being ripped out of him.

"You're tougher than I thought you were. This should be fun," Schuldig grinned again as he attacked. Ken managed to catch Schuldig's knife between the blades of his bugnuks and twisted his hand, snapping the weapon in two.

"Zannen darou ne . . . you can't play without a toy," Ken said.

"You're my toy, Ken, and I plan on playing with you for quite sometime."

"Does everything that comes out of your mouth sound so perverted?"

"Not usually, but I make an exception just for you, gaki."

"Gee, I'm touched," Ken rolled his eyes and rushed at Schuldig who vanished and reappeared a few feet to the side. "Do you always have to do that?"

Schuldig grinned and sped towards Ken, knocking him against the wall and trapping the brunette's hands behind his own body. He reached up and gently brushed hair from Ken's forehead. Ken jerked at the sudden touch and managed to quickly squirm away from Schuldig. He swiped at the redhead, barely catching his arm before the other ducked away. Schuldig picked up the hilt of his knife and slashed at Ken with the half of the blade that was still attached. The edge of the blade cut through Ken's forearm, leaving a shallow cut. Ken wheeled around and charged at Schuldig head on, tumbling into him and managing to stab the German's side with the bugnuks. Schuldig, in turn, was able to slice open Ken's lower back with the broken knife. The two tumbled on the floor for awhile, each giving the other small wounds.

Schuldig finally threw Ken to the side and both got to their feet at the same time. Schuldig rushed Ken again, wedging his broken blade into the brunette's left bugnuk and twisting, managing to break off each of the four blades on the glove. Ken aimed at Schuldig with the other bugnuk but the redhead blocked it with his arm, the blades burying themselves deep within the muscle. Ken jerked away, leaving four deep wounds in Schuldig's arm.

"You're just not learning," Schuldig told him. "When you hurt me, I hurt you. You'll have to pay for this, too," Schuldig scolded, holding up his bleeding left arm. "Though I do have to thank you for providing me this much entertainment," Schuldig grinned and rushed towards Ken.

~ * ~

"Shimatta! They're doing it again, Aya!" Yohji yelled.

"I know. But this time we have help from their side."

"I hope Nagi was being honest with you . . . for all our sakes," Yohji muttered. "What floor are we going to?"

"Fifteen," Aya called back as he threw open the appropriate door and started running down the hall, Yohji right behind him. Aya unsheathed his sword. Taking his cue from the redhead, Yohji pulled out a length of harigane, holding it between two leather clad fingers. ^You do know where you're going, right Aya?^ Yohji wondered. They reached the end of the hall and crashed through the double doors. Azumi screamed and hid behind Nagi. Masoto stumbled away, frightened more by the growing fire in Aya's cold eyes as he spotted his target than the noise. Aya headed straight for him, sword ready. Crawford carefully stepped in, avoiding the wire Yohji threw at him, and caught Aya's hands, throwing him off balance.

"Nagi! Get Kudou!" Crawford ordered. Nagi hesitated and stayed where he was, looking from Crawford to Aya and watching the struggle. Realizing he was inches from death, Masoto started running for the open door. With Crawford being kept busy by Aya and Nagi not moving, Yohji was free to act. He threw the harigane, wrapping it around Masoto's neck. He pulled back, dragging Masoto backwards toward him. Nagi concentrated on the struggle between Aya and Crawford, ignoring everything else around him. He was so focused on the battle that he didn't notice Azumi step out from behind him to stand at his side. She was intent on watching the man who had held her prisoner die. Nagi continued to watch the struggle between Crawford and Aya, not sure if he should help.

Masoto started choking, the wire cutting off all of his air supply. He started fumbling in the front of his jacket. His fingers finally found the grip of the revolver and he pulled it out, pointing it backwards, hoping to hit the blond man who had been sent after him. Yohji saw the barrel and jerked the wire quickly. Masoto's body convulsed and his finger tightened around the trigger, sending off a single shot. Yohji felt the bullet brush past his hair and quickly finished off Masoto before he could fire again.

Aya and Crawford both ignored the sudden gunshot as Crawford swung Aya into the wall. Aya used his weight to push Crawford backwards, pulling his hands from the American's at the same time. With his hands free, Aya sliced at Crawford repeatedly, Crawford managing to dodge each attack. Aya aimed for Crawford's head and brought the blade down quickly. Crawford casually reached up and caught the blade of the sword between his hands, holding it in place.

Yohji let the harigane slip through his fingers and Masoto's dead body hit

the floor. Turning around quickly, Yohji looked at Nagi.

"Did the bullet hit you?"

Nagi shook his head. Yohji started towards Aya and Crawford but stopped and inhaled sharply when he saw the blood coming from Azumi's chest. Nagi followed his gaze.

"Azumi-chan!" he cried, catching her small body as she collapsed. Aya and Crawford both looked, distracted by the sudden cry. Aya saw Azumi fall. "Azumi . . ." he whispered. With a shout Aya broke away from Crawford, twisting the blade and cutting through the other's left hand. He swung his sword over his head and down to Crawford, cutting into the Schwarz leader's shoulder and slicing through bone and muscle to come to a stop just above his waist. Blood sprayed across the white walls and across Aya, soaking him in the red liquid. It dripped from Aya's hair, face and clothing as Crawford shuddered and collapsed, surprise frozen on his face. Aya pulled his sword from the American's body and hurried to where Nagi and Yohji were huddled over Azumi. Yohji moved to make way for Aya and the redhead knelt down to inspect the wound. Azumi was still alive, struggling to breath. From the amount of blood coming from her, Aya guessed that the bullet had passed through at least one major organ. She wouldn't last very long.

"Azumi-chan . . ." Aya cradled her face in one gloved hand, staining her cheek red.

"Ii kara . . . I'll get to see Kaasan again . . . but I miss Tousan . . . why do you smell like flowers?"

"I . . . we work in a flower shop . . ." drops of Crawford's blood fell off of Aya's face and onto Azumi, mixing with her tears and rolling down her cheek. She smiled up at the three of them.

"I remember when Tousan brought home Sweet Williams . . . for me and Kaasan . . ." another bloody tear rolled down her cheek and she coughed, blood spurting from her mouth. Nagi gripped her hand and Yohji lifted her head onto his lap, keeping it still.

"Azumi-chan, I know . . . knew your Otousan . . . you'll see him again soon, I promise."

"Will he make more planes for me?"

"Aah, I know he will," Aya smiled at her.

"Arigatoh . . ." she whispered. Her head slumped to the side, cheek pressed against Yohji's thigh. Aya softly stroked her cheek and saw the clear tears dropping onto her hand.

"Nagi?"

Nagi's shoulders were shaking violently, tears streaming from his bowed face to the tiny hand he still clasped tightly.

"Nagi?" Aya asked again, concerned. He reached up to touch the face that was almost hidden from him in a mass of dark hair. Aya's hand was nearly to Nagi's face when Nagi started screaming and the building started to shake.

~ * ~

Omi was nearly thrown off his feet at the sudden shaking.

"An earthquake . . .?" he quickly regained his balance, using the pause in the battle to finally unhook his crossbow. A few of his older wounds had opened up and he had plenty of fresh ones. Farfarello hadn't been giving his knives much of a break throughout the fight. Farfarello had several wounds of his own, many would have stopped his onslaught had he been able to feel them. Omi took a deep breath and watched his opponent. Farfarello stalked the blond assassin slowly, looking for an opportunity. The moment Omi reached to his quiver for an arrow, Farfarello lunged forward. Omi quickly moved, catching only one of the knives in his arm, and brought the butt of his crossbow handle on the Irishman's temple. Light burst across Farfarello's vision and for the first time in what seemed like forever, he felt a blast of pain. He stumbled, surprised. Omi used the time to load an arrow into the crossbow. As soon as Farfarello turned to face Omi, the arrow flew. Farfarello grasped the shaft coming from his chest and sank to his knees.

They stared at each other for a moment. Farfarello smiled slightly and closed his eye, collapsing on the floor. Omi lowered the crossbow and stared at the body in front of him. He'd seen plenty of death but somehow, this one was different. The building shook again and Omi headed upstairs, concerned for his teammates.

~ * ~

"You won't win, gaki," Schuldig told Ken.

"Neither will you."

"Then we have a problem, someone has to lose. Though we could kill each other, I suppose, Romeo and Juliet style, shinju . . ."

//How very romantic . . .// Schuldig grinned.

"I've told you to stop that!" Ken and Schuldig were both covered in blood. They faced each other, both panting slightly. Ken cracked a grin, "How much longer do you think you can last, SchuSchu?"

Schuldig's eyes narrowed and darkened. "What did you call me?"

"Oh, SchuSchu? I thought it only fair, you have a pet name for me."

"You'll pay for that one, gaki," Schuldig declared as they both charged at each other. The sudden quaking of the building threw them both off their feet.

"Nagi!" Schuldig hissed and picked himself up, heading for the staircase. Ken dove between him and the door, blocking the way. "Move, Ken," Schuldig demanded.

"We aren't finished here," Ken swiped at him, driving him back from the doorway. They fought for the next few minutes, Schuldig trying to get to the stairwell and Ken keeping him from it. When the building shook for the second time, Schuldig was tired of playing.

"Listen! This entire place could fall down if we can't get Nagi to calm down. That puts your team in danger too. Let me by unless you want to lose everything!" Schuldig yelled at Ken.

"Why the hell should I trust you?" Ken demanded. "For all I know, you could have a trap set up that you're trying to lure me into."

"Do you really think I would have been fighting with you this entire time just to

lead you into a trap now?"

Ken straightened up from his crouched position and, after a moment, released the

trigger for his bugnuks.

"Fine, but I'm coming too," Ken told him and the two headed up stairs. Ken heard someone on the steps behind them and looked back. "Omi!"

"Ken-kun! What's going on? Is that Schuldig?!"

"Aah, he said Nagi's doing this. Matte, where's Masoto's office?" Ken asked.

"Here," Schuldig told him, pushing open the stairwell door. The building shook again, not stopping this time as the three hurried down the hall, Schuldig taking the natural lead, and entered Masoto's office. Nagi was still huddled over Azumi's body, screaming. Yohji was trying to hold Aya back, yelling that it was too dangerous.

"Let him go!" Schuldig ordered the playboy. "He's the only one that has a chance of stopping this."

"Yohji, listen to him!" Ken yelled.

"Yohji-kun . . . onegai desu," Omi pleaded. Yohji finally nodded and released Aya who immediately ran to Nagi. He dropped to his knees and leaned over Azumi's body, grasping Nagi's face in both hands.

"Nagi, yameno! Nagi!"

Aya's words were having no effect on the boy. Aya gritted his teeth, not sure what to do. He tried shaking Nagi but it did nothing. Aya growled in the back of his throat, trying to think of some way to calm Nagi down. When he couldn't think of anything else to do, Aya brushed back Nagi's hair and leaned in, pressing his lips forcefully over the younger boy's mouth. Nagi's screams stopped and the building stopped shaking as his aura died down. His lips pressed back and he collapsed against Aya's mouth, still sobbing. Aya pulled back and kissed Nagi on the forehead. Nagi let his head sink to Aya's shoulder, still crying.

"Mou daijoubu . . . Nagi, calm down, you couldn't do anything," Aya rubbed his back gently until the younger boy stopped crying. Aya felt hot tears run down his face onto the top of Nagi's head. Nagi pulled back, surprised.

"Ran . . . you're crying," he stated simply, his voice cracking slightly. Aya nodded. Nagi reached up to one cheek and ran his finger down the small trail the tears had carved through Aya's bloodstained face. He leaned forward and kissed Aya softly, pulling away after a brief moment. "Gomen, Ran, I didn't mean to lose control."

"Ii kara, just don't scare me like that," Aya tapped Nagi's nose and helped him up. He bent down to pick up Azumi's body.

"What are we going to do?" Nagi asked.

"We'll spread her ashes where I spread Botan's, but other than that, I'm not sure," Aya turned to see all three members of Weiß standing with Schuldig and narrowed his eyes.

"Omi, where's Farfarello?" Aya asked.

"Dead. Where's Crawford?"

Aya jerked his head towards the bloody body on the floor behind him.

"Should we go?" Yohji asked while he lit a cigarette.

"Aah," Aya answered.

"Ano . . . is Schuldig coming too?" Omi asked. Everyone looked at the German questioningly.

//Nagi, are you sure about this?//

//I am.//

Schuldig smiled. //Good job, kiddo.//

"I guess I can stick around with you guys for a little while," Schuldig told them. "Besides, Ken would get lonely if I left him."

"Urusai!" Ken shouted as Yohji laughed.

"Does anyone else notice that we're taking two of our enemies home with us?" Omi wondered out loud.

"We aren't your enemies, Schwarz was," Schuldig said. "But Schwarz doesn't really work with only two members. Nagi and I have no more ties and neither of us wants to fight with Weiß anymore." Schuldig threw an arm around Ken's neck. "At least, not in the conventional sense." Ken flushed bright red and buried his face in his hands.

~ * ~

"Yohji-kun, were you planning on working today?" Omi struggled past the flirting blond with a large potted plant.

"Subtle hint," Yohji told him, taking the plant from the younger boy. "But you know, Ken and Nagi are both on shift too, what's the big deal if I take an extended break?"

"You're life is an extended break, Yohji!" Ken called from across the shop. Yohji shot him a look.

"I'm off in ten minutes, Yohji," Nagi told him.

"Traitor!" Yohji mocked horror.

"Nagi-kun, kawaii!" came the giggle from a group of girls.

Nagi blushed slightly. "Arigatoh."

"Omi-kun, did you pass your exams?" One of the female patrons asked him.

It was Omi's turn to blush.

"Sure did!" Ken declared.

"Yup, he made it into Tokyo University!" Yohji mussed Omi's hair as every customer in the flower shop giggled and congratulated him while he flushed bright red.

"Oh, Ken, Schuldig wanted me to remind you to pick him up from the airport tomorrow afternoon," Nagi told him over the noise of the crowd. Now Ken blushed.

"Schuldig's coming back from Germany?!" One of the girls picked up the conversation and started a chorus of squeals. Schuldig and Nagi had each gained as many fan girls as any of the other four despite the fact that Schuldig spent very little time doing any actual work and seemed content to spend his shifts groping Ken to the great amusement of the customers. Ken sighed and ignored the giggling and oogling girls. Aya walked into the shop through the back door and caught Nagi's eye.

"Ready?" he asked, walking over to him.

"Aah," Nagi grabbed a bouquet he'd prepared earlier off of the table, threw his apron on its peg in the back and headed out of the shop with Aya, waving goodbye to the others. Aya and Nagi got into Aya's car and headed off. The ride was spent in silence, each one occasionally stealing glances at the other. Aya pulled over and they got out of the car and walked up the small hill. Nagi placed the bouquet of Sweet Williams on the grave marker and lit a stick of incense.

" `Tsudoka family'," Nagi read the marker aloud. "What happened to her mother's body?"

Aya shook his head. "I'm not sure." He reached into his jacket and pulled out the paper airplane he'd made earlier, placing it with the flowers. Nagi leaned on the redhead, wrapping an arm around his waist.

"Daijoubu?" he asked Aya.

"Daijoubu yo."

"Ran?"

"Hmm?"

"I've never thanked you."

Aya rested his arm on Nagi's shoulders. "For what?"

"Everything."

Aya smiled. "Did you finish that book yet?"

"Aah. Last night."

"Enjoy it?"

"Aah."

"Are you still having nightmares?"

Nagi smiled. "You know I'm not."

Aya laughed softly and kissed the top of Nagi's head. "Let's go home."

Nagi nodded and they walked back down the hill to the car with their arms still wrapped around each other.

~ Jiendo ~

Author Notes :

Eww . . . I wrote fluff. Well, I suppose it's not quite as bad as the last chapter and, to those of you who know me personally, yes, I'm feeling just fine. But I was watching Gravitation before I typed this up and I just couldn't help it. Well, uh, to all Farfie and Crawford fans: GOMEN! I know you're probably upset with me but please believe me when I say that when I started writing this, I had no intention of killing them off. It really just happened in the course of the story. I know one person in particular who will kill me when I see her next (and damn it, Megan, I'll be bringing weapons to protect myself!). Thanks again to everyone who read this!

Translation Notes :

Endgültiger Kummer - Final Grief

Aah - `Yeah'

Ii kara - `It's fine'

Baka - `Idiot' or `fool' or `stupid'

Hayaku - `Hurry'

Urusai - `Shut up'

Iya / Iie - No

Matte - Wait

Dameda - Don't

Gaki - `Kid' or `Brat'

Seme - Top. In this sense, this term is referring to the partner on top during sex.

Kuso - Shit

Zannen darou ne - `Aww, that's too bad'

Shimatta - Damn it

Harigane - Wire

Okaasan / Kaasan - Mother / Mom

Otousan / Tousan - Father / Dad

Arigatoh - Thank you

Shinju - `Lover's suicide'

Onegai desu - Please

Yameno - `Stop'

Mou daijoubu - `It's alright'

Gomen - Sorry

Ano - `Um'

Kawaii - `Cute'

Daijoubu - `Are you alright'

Daijoubu yo - `I'm fine'

Jiendo - The End

Flower Meanings :

Sweet Williams - Grant me one smile