When Doves Cry

Icy fingers reach out, meeting with the cold steel lock. Waiting inside, patiently for the ever infamous click, was Farfarello. He knew who was to come. What was to come, even.

The clicking of her heels on hard, tile floor, echoed about the room. He could barely make out the silhouette of her body moving in the shadows. She slowly stepped into the light of the single bulb hanging close by. Oceans of ivory collided with black death.

"Damasu." His voice was low and raspy. A small smile graced her lips.

"It's time mi-love." She couldn't hide her infamous mix of Irish and English accents as she spoke.

He merely nodded as she removed the lock which made escaping the straight jacket impossible. Seconds later, Farfarello was towering over Damasu. Mischievous amber stared into frosty azul.

Damasu shifted her gaze to the floor as she spoke. "We have to be careful. This is one of our most important missions yet." All evidence of the prier accent, gone. She sounded like an American. Like Crawford. Not Farfarello liked the thought.

"Hai." A gloves hand reached out, gently lifting Damasu's chin so that she looked at him. "You never answered my question before you left."

This is what she had feared. Damn Crawford for making her come get Farfarello. Couldn't one of the others have done it? "Can't this wait until later?" Not waiting for a reply, she pivoted on her heel, trying to walk away. Unfortunately, Farfarello was quick enough to grab her by the arm.

"No it can't wait until later." He forced her to turn around. He knew it wouldn't hurt her. At least not physically.

"Why? Why can't it wait until later??" She didn't bother trying to escape.

"Why are you so afraid to say it? I know you do." She knew he wouldn't answer her question.

"You know why!" She broke away from him but did not leave. "You know everything."

"Hai. And you know everything about me. But I said it. I told you."

Damasu bit her lip to keep herself from saying something she might regret. Crossing her arms, she walked over to the bed and sat. She had never noticed the lack of chairs in his room before. The Irishman walked over to her. He kneeled down in front of her.

"If it means this much to you. Then you don't have to say it." His face remained emotionless while his heart screamed in pain.

Damasu looked at Farfarello. He was merely inches away from her. He never could keep his eye from telling her the truth. "I'm sorry." Cold fingers rested on Farfarello's cheek. Her hand looked so small against his face, as did the rest of her. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Every word grew less and less audible.

He had to stop her, for his heart grew more hateful with every breath she took. "I know."

Damasu quickly retracted her hand. His eye seemed to pierce through her. She made her way to the door. "Get ready." Without another word, she slammed the heavy iron door shut. Leaving him with his hate.

"He will be." Damasu took her place next to Shuldig. Turning to him as she spoke. "Why is it so hard?"

He didn't need her to explain. After all, he was telepathic. "You and I both know the answer to that."

"But it's not what I want to know. I mean… It's true. I do. And I wish that I could just tell him that I lo-" Farfarello slammed the door open as he walked into the room.

"Lets go." The Irishman didn't bother waiting for a response as he left the building.

"This is not going to be fun." Nagi raised an eyebrow at Damasu. "What'd you do?"

Nagi was about to retort when Shuldig made a gesture warning him not to. Taking note of this, the boy nodded as he followed Damasu. This was going to be most interesting.


	When Doves Cry By Damasu Icy fingers reach out, meeting with the cold steel lock. Waiting inside, patiently for the ever infamous click, was Farfarello. He knew who was to come. What was to come, even. Moments past. What was taking so long? Click. The clicking of her heels on hard, tile floor, echoed about the room. He could barely make out the silhouette of her body moving in the shadows. She slowly stepped into the light of the single bulb hanging close by. Oceans of ivory collided with black death. "Damasu." His voice was low and raspy. A small smile graced her lips. "It's time mi-love." She couldn't hide her infamous mix of Irish and English accents as she spoke. He merely nodded as she removed the lock which made escaping the straight jacket impossible. Seconds later, Farfarello was towering over Damasu. Mischievous amber stared into frosty azul. Damasu shifted her gaze to the floor as she spoke. "We have to be careful. This is one of our most important missions yet." All evidence of the prier accent, gone. She sounded like an American. Like Crawford. Not Farfarello liked the thought. "Hai." A gloves hand reached out, gently lifting Damasu's chin so that she looked at him. "You never answered my question before you left." This is what she had feared. Damn Crawford for making her come get Farfarello. Couldn't one of the others have done it? "Can't this wait until later?" Not waiting for a reply, she pivoted on her heel, trying to walk away. Unfortunately, Farfarello was quick enough to grab her by the arm. "No it can't wait until later." He forced her to turn around. He knew it wouldn't hurt her. At least not physically. "Why? Why can't it wait until later??" She didn't bother trying to escape. "Why are you so afraid to say it? I know you do." She knew he wouldn't answer her question. "Exactly! So why must I say it anyway?" "It's not the same. I said it. So why can't you?" "You know why!" She broke away from him but did not leave. "You know everything." "Hai. And you know everything about me. But I said it. I told you." Damasu bit her lip to keep herself from saying something she might regret. Crossing her arms, she walked over to the bed and sat. She had never noticed the lack of chairs in his room before. The Irishman walked over to her. He kneeled down in front of her. "If it means this much to you. Then you don't have to say it." His face remained emotionless while his heart screamed in pain. Damasu looked at Farfarello. He was merely inches away from her. He never could keep his eye from telling her the truth. "I'm sorry." Cold fingers rested on Farfarello's cheek. Her hand looked so small against his face, as did the rest of her. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Every word grew less and less audible. He had to stop her, for his heart grew more hateful with every breath she took. "I know." Damasu quickly retracted her hand. His eye seemed to pierce through her. She made her way to the door. "Get ready." Without another word, she slammed the heavy iron door shut. Leaving him with his hate. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Well?" Crawford put the .22 into his holster. "Is he ready?" "He will be." Damasu took her place next to Shuldig. Turning to him as she spoke. "Why is it so hard?" He didn't need her to explain. After all, he was telepathic. "You and I both know the answer to that." "But it's not what I want to know. I mean… It's true. I do. And I wish that I could just tell him that I lo-" Farfarello slammed the door open as he walked into the room. "Lets go." The Irishman didn't bother waiting for a response as he left the building. "This is not going to be fun." Nagi raised an eyebrow at Damasu. "What'd you do?" "Nani mo." Damasu proceeded outside. "Lets go." Nagi was about to retort when Shuldig made a gesture warning him not to. Taking note of this, the boy nodded as he followed Damasu. This was going to be most interesting.