A/N: Ahh, it seems nice to write something new. Let's go proper, shall we? Howdy! If ya want to address me by something, 'cause one time I got a message that said, "I love all your fics, CNMY!" Yes, CNMY is my signature, but it sounds weird when people call me by that—even if it is my pen name—anyway, call me Jean! It's my nickname, got it? Alrighty then, back to the main point…Hehehe, I CALL THIS THE RANT SECTION. Ahem, since I'm new, I would love NOT TO receive flames, especially since this is a BOYS LOVE story. Set in an AU(Alternate Universe)-ish kinda scenario. All towns are gonna stay the same. I'm not gonna change much, truly. Well, enough of this, read lovelies! Hope ya enjoy~! And remember, review if ya can! n.n
Summary: What are the odds of a noble swordsman with a self-absorbed egoism to be swayed by such a frail boy in the cold streets of Airyglyph? .:Albel/Fayt:.
Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort/Friendship
Rating: T
Extra Notes: Nothing much really, well, 'thoughts' are gonna be written in italics. I'll say this now; I dislike it when characters are OOC. Saying so, I would be a hypocrite if I said I loathed it. I'm really not sure, Albel might be itsy OOC. Not like murder, so calm it~ Don't worry, by the next chapter, he SHOULD be in character! :D
Dedication: Maiyoko Iwagashi, for her super fantasmic fics based on Fayt's and Albel's P.O.V, described so beautifully, it makes my inner fan girl 'sqeeeeee' in glee. You also get twice as specialness 'cause this is my birthday present expecially for YOU and everyone else~ ;D Mwahahahaha~ xD
Disclaimer: Man, I feel anguished when this thing keep mocking me over and over again. Phooey, I don't own! -Insert childish pout here- Even if I did, man, everything will BE SO CHANGED AND CORRUPTED…don't mind me. X3
Song of choice/Playlist: I have two in store for each chapter, one 'instrumental', one that is 'normal'. Go ahead, you're free to choose which one~ Just in case you have different preferences! Artist first, song next.
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Fuel - Wasted Time
Samuel Barber - Adagio for Strings
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Serendipity
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Prologue
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Days such as these were remotely harsh, especially when beckoning to the beginning point of the chilly winters. Not like the season was anything different. In the season of warmth—this so called 'summer'—the weather stayed just the same: snowing and cold. Clouds cluttering up the sky, more or so, the little radiance of light coming from the shinning speckles of the Sun were dim. How this city just didn't sink into snow is beyond reasoning, nonetheless from the inches of snowfall of every now and then. Especially since one of these days, Albel certainly always went through an uproar with Vox. Be it testing patience or might, showing no after affects that their King can even tolerate such childish acts, until the King just knew there must be a way to separate the quarreling duos with simple task before there be a risk of bloodshed.
For Vox, his task is to acquire some details of their enemies: spying, in other words. For Albel, it was just a request to settle him away from duties, to actually take a break from any missions and to wander the inner boundaries of Airyglyph. The man bit his tongue; feeling this 'task' was just mockery to everything in his will. With nothing said, Albel left the forsaken castle, seeking any particular amusement that may possibly bound to show up sooner or later. For a dull town, nothing in particular ever showed up, only minimal deaths due to the cold or starvation, not like their artificial significance meant anything in the first place.
Crimson eyes examined the rural area, ignoring all diminutive tittle-tattle spreading throughout his presence. What wasn't there to talk about? Albel's mere existence struck fear to the town dwellers, inferior to his might, his power with true and bona fide importance. The swordsman had nothing better to pass the time, so he just went inside the small shop with a minimal bundle of fruits, berries, and juice—besides the whole ordeal that everything is provided within the castle—there was not much to offer, Albel just snatched a handful of blueberries, noticing the owner heed no mind for him to take the berries without paying. But, with his title, there is no need to pay the lowly.
The slight chilly breeze brushed past his skin, cursing the thought of the cold within the barren walkways, there is nothing to get use to. Besides being sentenced away from the castle for the while, the swordsman admitted he felt—to some extent—calmer. Walks peaceful as these are something worth doing every now and then, without the need to even neglect his missions. Plopping a berry in his mouth, one blood-red orb glanced over to an audible shuffling noise, along with muffled protest.
'It has nothing to do with me, just keep walking.'
The curiosity piqued him to no end, so Albel strode back, listening to the traces of the noises. Half-bored, he munched off another berry, looking around until there two figures near the corner of crumbled building. From the distance, not much can be seen, only a head of cyan hair. The swordsman approached without being seen, listening in to the conversation.
'Since when did I become a snoop?'
"You might want to clarify yourself next time, lad. You did say you'll do anything for food."
"I-I didn't mean it like that!" The frail voice shrilled, trying to escape the man's grip upon his thin wrist. Small droplets of tears began to form in the corner of those emerald eyes.
"Too bad, kid. C'mon, it won't hurt--hey! Who threw that?!" The bulky man noticed two berries thrown to the back of his bald head, landing on the snow upon impact. Whipping around, the nasty scowl his face made quickly struck with panic, "Albel the Wicked…I mean, um, excuse me!"
Without a second being wasted, Albel chuckled to the cowardly fright that lurks within that man, running and stumbling every time he took a step in the snow. The laugh died down, stopping midway from placing another berry in his mouth when scarlet eyes met malachite-green. The blue-haired scurried away into a corner, seemingly gone already.
"Insolent wretch." Hissed the brunette and honey-yellow haired, dropping the leftover berries to the snow. Once there was a rapid hobble as the swordsman walked a few steps away, Albel smirked, "What a lowly worm."
The smirk turned into a frown instantly, 'Yet, who has just become the lowly one? That boy is a peasant. No, I never saved him, dammit!'
Taking a quick look around, the berries were no longer riled in the snow; tints of purple juice tainted the white snow.
By nightfall, Albel had return to the castle, with a little cheer to shed that Vox has not made his return. Enjoying a quick midnight snack, Albel couldn't take his eyes off his fruit bowl—as that was his snack—munching off the grapes with a tensing stare to the blueberries on the side, as if he was waiting for it move on its own. Albel shook off the small figment of memories of that blue-haired boy, but failed when he was just stuck in Albel's mind.
Pushing aside the fruits to the table, Albel quickly fell into a quick sleep. Before doing so, a thought came across him:
'Why does it even matter?'
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As the next morning came, the little rays of lights hit his eyes; Albel's closed eyelids sensing that sunrise has come. With a groan from rising from his bed, the male groggily walked over to the bath—waking him a tiny bit from the heat—as he washed his hair along with the rest of his body. These are the moments of not having a care in the world, no soon-to-come war, a fantasy that Vox isn't a real existence, the boy he saw yesterday could be seen again…Albel's eyes shot open, ignoring the tingles from the soapy substance in his eyes to his only pondering thoughts.
'I think the morning is finally taking me on its course of insanity.'
Rapidly getting suit in his garments, Albel decided to get something to eat outside than risking the chance of getting into a forced conversation with Woltar. With the amount of Fol brought, it was slightly abundant to feed at least two family units. Heading inside another of the many shops, Albel exit with large steak with peas and such. The scarlet orbed leaned against the wall, eating at his own pace to the meal he has bought with slight disgust of the extra salt sprinkled on the vegetables, no less the miniature flakes of snow getting in the way of his meal—the swordsman just refused to eat in the shop with the drunken commoners—only to be stricken with slight surprise to see the same teen from yesterday, wandering aimlessly around. Albel noticed the boy hasn't realized his presence, just the day before he ran away when both met.
'When I want Vox gone, that won't happen. When my mind was set to "see this boy", of course fate allows that.'
Grumbling to inner thoughts, Albel blinked several times when the pair of emerald orbs took notice of him.
Regaining back his natural coldness, bitterly Albel hissed, "What, maggot?"
The boy look shaken for a quick second, yet regain a small smile on his lips, "I'm sorry for running like that, you saved me. I just thought--"
"Don't assume, boy." His tone was like a whip, Albel was quite surprise his harsh voice didn't faze the blue-haired any longer.
"You're right," the teen smile saddened from his dirty face, "I don't have much to offer as a token of thanks, but I found something that can be sold for a hefty price, unless you want to be the wielder." The blue-haired teen finally revealed what was hidden behind his back, a long sword to look very well made, just enough to penetrate through solid rock.
'Steeled Earth…This is the sword I was planning to obtain.'
Albel: "Are you an idiot? Giving a stranger a sword, I can kill you on the spot if I were to claim it." A sly grin came across his face, preparing for another show of fear to come about, only to fade when the boy shook his head, happily too.
The teen placed his shaky hand—it was only trembling because of the cold—and released the sword on the clawed hand, "I'm not afraid, but I don't deny such a threat. The big questions that will make you ponder—even if I were to die—what good would it do you? What was the point?"
In respect, the boy bowed, walking away in the other direction.
Albel growled, tongue being bit so hard to taste the copper-tasting blood, gauntlet almost trying to crush the sword in his hand. The male spun around, "You impudent fool, how dare you talk to me in that manner, especially for a lowly being as yourself! Are you not aware of who I am? I should have you killed!"
"Fayt."
Albel was taken aback, without trying to show much emotions and keeping his face expressionless as possible, "What?"
The blue haired grinned, tilting his head faintly to meet Albel's perplexity, "I'm Fayt Leingod, and I hope that sword can be of good use."
With that said, Fayt walked into one of the walkways.
Out of sight.
Albel dropped his food to the floor, leaving with the sword in hand and a furious trail heading to know who knows where.
'I am Albel the Wicked, and I have just met a pest that needs to learn his place or be squashed trying.'
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A/N: Darn it, I could have made it longer, but I would only be rushing it~ Plus, I think how I ended it was pretty darn decent. Mistakes here and there, yeah, I know. Lay it easy, I'm new in this section. Maiyoko Iwagashi, I really HOPED you enjoy this futile attempt at making a beginning D: Well, I hope this won't turn out like my other stories that need an update every Saturday of a wait 'bout 2 weeks. Well, that ends what I gotta say. Reviews are highly appreciated, as it brings me much delight to even dance to the Barbie girl song—I mean, Carmelldansen. . .Urgh, uh. Review? :3