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The most
peculiar thing about Schwarz, Ken mused, was the feeling of
acceptance. Weiss had been good, in its own way. Weiss had been about punishing the bad people, about working with friends, and about healing, a little. Weiss was also inevitably bound for its own self-destruction, because they were incapable of acknowledging the madness and darkness in themselves. They couldn’t; it was the very thing they were fighting. So in Weiss, you were Good, or you were Bad. Good fought bad. And Good did not involve split personalities or violent tendencies, so Ken – and Kishou – were Bad, and therefore had no business in Weiss. In Schwarz, however, he was nothing unusual. He had nothing to hide, because everybody else there had done all of that and worse. True, he was the only one of the team who had a whole other person inside his head who was him and yet wasn’t in all the ways that mattered, but he had to compete against a telepath who was everyone and no one, and a man on a personal quest against God. Here, Ken wasn’t unique. Here, he wasn’t watched out of the corner of his teammates’ eyes, assessing him, wondering when he was going to snap next and who would be the best person to shove in front of him in the hopes of calming him down. He knew it would have happened, if he’d stayed in Weiss. And besides, Kishou chimed in, with Weiss he wouldn’t have had regular doses of sex. He wouldn’t have been welcomed into the bed of two people who had been his worst enemies, at one point. He wouldn’t have been wanted just for himself, for his body and for his switches and for the way he kept making a spirited attempt to keep up with Farfarello’s stamina, even if he failed every time. Crawford wouldn’t be there to smirk in a way that made his blood pound. Ken responded that he really didn’t want to know what Kishou got up to with those two, thank you very much, and he’d appreciate not being given any details. “Psychos number two and three are arguing with each other again,” Schuldig sing-songed suddenly, leaning back in his chair to call out of the open kitchen doorway. It fixed both Ken and Kishou’s attention on him, and although Ken wasn’t sure which one of them was glaring at him, the feeling was definitely mutual. “Tell them to go find Farfarello and work it off,” Crawford said, his voice muffled by the closed bathroom door. Schuldig grinned. “Go find psycho number one and screw him,” he said. “Or fight him, then screw him. That way both of you blow off steam, and he has a little fun.” Ken rolled his eyes. Kishou’s response was unrepeatable. They had to bite down on a grin as they went to find Farfarello, though. End The Ken & Kishou thing is a bit different from how it was in "Deals", but then this is set a fair way after that, after they've had time to get used to being a cohesive unit. |
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