Fate

By Damasu

It was nearing midnight, and the fight was to begin soon. He had been waiting patiently to spill blood for almost a month now. His knife's blade reflected a ray of light, catching his one, amber eye. That look which so often sent chills crawling up his victims' backs, decorated his features. If only he knew what he'd find in the near future...

"Farfarello- Get up here!!!" Crawford's command could easily be heard bouncing off of the stairway.

Paying no attention to the previous call, Farfarello took his time as he placed the last of his weapons into their crevices hidden in his vest. Slow, panther like strides carried the Irishman up the stairs. The American's shadow dancing on the wall as he paced. How he loathed that pacing. He knew exactly what it meant. The fight was to be cancelled.

"What is it Crawford?"

Crawford glared at the man's lack of respect, but quickly dismissed it, all the same. He was going to let him down easy, but after that... He'd take great joy at the other man's disappointment. "You're not taking part in the fight tonight."

A murderous glare flashed across Farfarello's face. Cancel the whole damn mission? Sure. But dismiss him , and only him, from the fight? Not on your life. "What do you mean, I'm not taking part in the fight? I'm the only damn person you have fighting against that flower kitten."

"We can handle him. But what we can't handle is having this place broken into. And judging from a sight I had not too long ago, someone will be dropping in while we're fighting. I... We need you to stay here and keep guard." Farfarello crossed his arms thoughtfully.

"So if someone breaks in, can I kill them?" With one eyebrow raised, he could actually pass as almost sane. Well that is of course, if you ignore his question.

He was far too used to this. "Yes... If you must." Unfazed by the question, Crawford takes off his glasses to rub his eyes. Quickly placing them back upon his face.

A small smile graces the man's face. "At least I get to shed some blood."

"Yes. Some." Crawford began to slowly walk away from the Irishman, and towards a large desk.

"Do you have any idea as to who this, person, might be?" Breaking his silence, the young telekinetic arose from his original sitting position.

"Iie. The vision hadn't gotten that far yet." Crawford threw a glare towards the German on the couch.

"Well excuuuuuse me. But I had to ask you an important question..."

"Shuldig- You asked me if I knew where your shampoo was. That's hardly what I'd consider an important question."

Shuldig rose a hand to his fiery hair. "Ne. It is to me! Just look at my hair... Split ends... Can you believe it?!"

Farfarello shook his head. "And you say I have problems..."

"But you do." Nagi began moving forward.

"True. But at least I don't worry about split ends." Nagi stopped after hearing his teammates response.

"You have a point." The telekinetic turned to the groups leader. "Is that a bad thing?"

Crawford shrugged.

"Could be." The American glanced at the clock. "Ne. We should go."

Without another word, Farfarello's teammates left him to himself. He could hardly stand it. Did they not care that he hadn't been able to feed his passion for blood in a month? Obviously not. At least he could kill whoever was to be dumb enough to break into the home of Schwarz. Some blood is better than no blood.


	Fate By Damasu It was nearing midnight, and the fight was to begin soon. He had been waiting patiently to spill blood for almost a month now. His knife's blade reflected a ray of light, catching his one, amber eye. That look which so often sent chills crawling up his victims' backs, decorated his features. If only he knew what he'd find in the near future... "Farfarello- Get up here!!!" Crawford's command could easily be heard bouncing off of the stairway. Paying no attention to the previous call, Farfarello took his time as he placed the last of his weapons into their crevices hidden in his vest. Slow, panther like strides carried the Irishman up the stairs. The American's shadow dancing on the wall as he paced. How he loathed that pacing. He knew exactly what it meant. The fight was to be cancelled. "What is it Crawford?" Crawford glared at the man's lack of respect, but quickly dismissed it, all the same. He was going to let him down easy, but after that... He'd take great joy at the other man's disappointment. "You're not taking part in the fight tonight." A murderous glare flashed across Farfarello's face. Cancel the whole damn mission? Sure. But dismiss him , and only him, from the fight? Not on your life. "What do you mean, I'm not taking part in the fight? I'm the only damn person you have fighting against that flower kitten." "We can handle him. But what we can't handle is having this place broken into. And judging from a sight I had not too long ago, someone will be dropping in while we're fighting. I... We need you to stay here and keep guard." Farfarello crossed his arms thoughtfully. "So if someone breaks in, can I kill them?" With one eyebrow raised, he could actually pass as almost sane. Well that is of course, if you ignore his question. He was far too used to this. "Yes... If you must." Unfazed by the question, Crawford takes off his glasses to rub his eyes. Quickly placing them back upon his face. A small smile graces the man's face. "At least I get to shed some blood." "Yes. Some." Crawford began to slowly walk away from the Irishman, and towards a large desk. "Do you have any idea as to who this, person, might be?" Breaking his silence, the young telekinetic arose from his original sitting position. "Iie. The vision hadn't gotten that far yet." Crawford threw a glare towards the German on the couch. "Well excuuuuuse me. But I had to ask you an important question..." "Shuldig- You asked me if I knew where your shampoo was. That's hardly what I'd consider an important question." Shuldig rose a hand to his fiery hair. "Ne. It is to me! Just look at my hair... Split ends... Can you believe it?!" Farfarello shook his head. "And you say I have problems..." "But you do." Nagi began moving forward. "True. But at least I don't worry about split ends." Nagi stopped after hearing his teammates response. "You have a point." The telekinetic turned to the groups leader. "Is that a bad thing?" Crawford shrugged. "Could be." The American glanced at the clock. "Ne. We should go." Without another word, Farfarello's teammates left him to himself. He could hardly stand it. Did they not care that he hadn't been able to feed his passion for blood in a month? Obviously not. At least he could kill whoever was to be dumb enough to break into the home of Schwarz. Some blood is better than no blood.