Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ New Beginnings ❯ The Black Pains of Loss...and Hunger ( Chapter 8 )

New Beginnings: Ch.8

by Shakaku

Disclaimer: This stuff isn't mine. *softly crying*

Author's note: Just as you thought my chapters started getting longer, I hit you with that last one. My apologies! I'll try to make future ones a little longer. I have some good ideas for the main plot, but I can't seem to decide which direction to go. C&C much appreciated, as always. You guys have no idea how much your comments help to keep me going ^_^

Italics are personal thoughts (unless it's included in a sentence…then it's just for emphasis)

{Italics and Brackets} are telepathic.

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"Well, we have to go out for food sometime. Have you looked in the fridge? Leftover salami from that experiment a week ago, old fried rice that's beginning to breathe on its own, and a couple of Schuldig's beers that none of us can touch."

"I can touch them."

"But you won't. It messes up your gift, remember?"

Crawford was silent for a few moments. Nagi's eye twitched.

"Crawford!"

"I know. I hear you, Nagi!"

"What are we going to do?!"

He was right about the food. Old meat and rice weren't enough for three grown men to live on (not that they were edible in the first place). Farfarello had already gone a couple of days without food. He called it "religious fasting to bring him closer to his Lying God," but Crawford could see through that excuse easily. Nagi was skinny enough, and Crawford… Well, he was just stubborn. Without food, his precognition didn't function as efficiently, and the entire team was counting on his abilities to guide them through this new crisis.

He and Nagi had extended their mental shields to encompass the entire apartment. If scanned telepathically, the place would just seem vacant. But if any of them were to step outside the protected area, any person with a gift could easily pick them out. For goodness sake, even humans without powers could sense a warm body just "popping" into existence. Crawford shook his head. No, he couldn't afford any more screw-ups. His stomach roared indignantly, as if in protest, and he flinched slightly. Nagi raised his eyebrows.

"Well?"

Crawford sighed. Die by assassination, or die by starvation. Neither way seemed very appetizing.

"What about Schuldig?" Both Nagi and Crawford jumped at the sound of their teammate's voice. Farfarello stood in a shadowed corner by the kitchen doorway, his single amber eye glaring frighteningly from the darkness.

Crawford pushed his glasses up, letting the glare cover his flustered expression. "Schuldig-"

"Is just fine." Nagi cut in. "But what about us? I'm starving!"

Farfarello turned to stare at Nagi, who shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. Schuldig was the only one who could stand being penetrated by that eye. God, he liked the attention! Nagi broke off to look at the floor, but his jaw was still set. No, he wouldn't yield. Too much of his life had been ruled by hunger, his slight frame was proof of that, and he wasn't about to let up now.

According to Crawford's testimony, Schwarz had a good week before Farce tired of waiting and attacked Weiss…and Schuldig. In that week, they had to prepare. Although neither Nagi nor Farfarello had ever heard of Farce, Crawford had a good deal of information on the group. Like Schwarz and Weiss, the assassin squad consisted of four members: Aurora, Kioji, Luke, and a hired hand who never stayed for more than three months, and afterwards was never heard from again. Virtually nothing was known about Luke except his dark hair, dark personality, and even darker gift. The man was a necromancer…a forbidden art that was long thought to be extinct. He was capable of bringing the dead back to life, and of haunting the living with dead souls from the past. The second member of Farce was Kioji, a 17-year-old boy who practically never frowned unless to pout. His gift: the ability to move through solid objects. Before he was recruited by Farce, he worked for a gang of rogue bandits that would periodically break into major banks and steal their assets. The boy was never caught. Crawford had no knowledge of the current hired hand.

Aurora was the group's leader. She was a telepath whenever her emotions ran too high, and micro kinetic on a regular basis, capable of rearranging atoms and causing quite a bit of destruction on a molecular level. Her weakness: she couldn't perform this task very often, and it wore her out to the point of exhaustion. Crawford warned the other two that this girl was not to be underestimated. She'd won support of underground leaders when she was only 10, and begun running Farce a year later. Currently she was 15, and the youngest member of her association. Aurora was a genius in the underground political world, and a tyrant when it came to battle.

At this last bit of information, both Nagi and Farfarello were silent.

"So we're fighting with a child?" Farfarello had asked. Nagi had scowled at the statement, as he too was 15, but secretly agreed. Crawford grinned at the memory.

Farfarello's stomach growled loudly, bringing Crawford back to his current decision: what to do about the food shortage. Farfarello ignored his body, obviously more anxious about Schuldig. Crawford couldn't place it, but for some reason whenever he thought about Schuldig, he also got a bad feeling. His precognition released Farce's attack on Weiss a week from now, but the telepath's current condition was a mystery. Crawford felt like he was…missing something. He looked up at Farfarello, who was in the exact same position as before. The man's ability to hold the same pose was unnerving. The fact that he couldn't feel pain meant that his muscles never screamed when cramping, allowing him to be still and silent for odd amounts of time.

Suddenly, an idea struck him. Crawford's eye twitched, the only sign that his brain had started functioning constructively.

"Nagi. Get your laptop. I want our food ready to go as soon as we enter the building." Nagi nodded, and walked briskly from the room. Crawford didn't bother naming a store or restaurant…Nagi could find the closest one easily. He turned to the psychopath, allowing his glasses to once again hide the excited expression in his eyes. "Farfarello?" The man nodded. "I want you gather all of your possessions. We're going to pay Weiss a little visit…"

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Back to the Author:

Okay… Sorry to leave you hanging again. I realize that it's already Chapter 8 and I've only just begun to develop the plotline, but I promise some good chapters in the future! This is by far my favorite fanfic I've ever written, so I plan to keep on it. Also: Yes, this is a yaoi. That means that there will be some malexmale loving in chapters to come. I believe I made some references (I think I might have mentioned that outright somewhere in there…), so if that bothers you, be warned. I'll make sure to warn you again in the chapter description whenever I get around to writing it. To those of you who started reading this fanfic with high hopes of yaoi-ness, I'd like you to realize that this story has plot, and that the yaoi is simply my choice of romance within this plotline. Still reading? Coolness ^^ Well read on and enjoy! Please leave a comment if you're able. Those comments are fuel for my soul. I believe there's also an email feature…email would make my head explode with delight! You'd like that, wouldn't you?