Title: Through Those Eyes
Author: Kemiya
Warnings: Language, Angst
Notes: Ok, this fanfic is actually not a yaoi, even though I do prefer AlbelxFayt action, this idea popped into my empty head not to long ago, so here you are reading it! So, I hope you enjoy it, and, for those AlbelxFayt lovers out there, I strongly recommend reading "I Thought I Knew You" by Ari. It's a slow paced fanfic, and very interesting… now, if only she would hurry her ass up and UPDATE! Oh, and don't worry, I'm not just doing her a favor, 'cause I don't know her, but I think she needs more reviews and support to complete this totally awesome fanfic soooo… please read her fic, and mine, and don't forget to review on both! I really want to hear your opinions for this story!
Extra Notes: Ok, I'm trying my bestest to stay in character for this story, so if I get out, please please please please please tell me, ok? There's going to be future lemons in later chapters, so keep that in mind, I have to force my victims in a room together with the right settings first…so don't give up on me!
Disclaimer: Sigh Well, how many of you people know what this is gonna say? Well, I'll skip over my first part, but… I do claim Izumi as my own. If anyone has heard her name before, I am sorry, but I have never heard of it, so please save your gasoline for a time when you feel like throwing flames at someone else, ok?
Chapter 1: The Imposter (Part 1)
Fayt sighed in relief, trudging up the small set of steps leading into the Diplo. He stopped in the hall's entrance, moving out of the way for the line of people behind him, being sure that everyone who had exited the small aircraft boarded as well.
Following behind him, Maria, Cliff, and Mirage silently headed for the Bridge, where they would command the ship to their will; in this case, getting back to Elicoor II. Adray boarded after them, setting off to the small cafeteria, Nel right behind him.
As Sophia rose up the steps, she smiled contently at Fayt, and walked off to her room, followed by the expected "thud" of Albel 'accidentally' ramming into his side, glancing evilly back at him through the corner of his eye, obviously still ticked about being dragged all the way to an even lower planet.
Fayt sighed again, watching Albel disappear down the stairway, leading to his, and everyone else's rooms. The blue haired boy then turned, seeing that his job was complete, and headed for the downstairs space as well, taking the steps opposite of Albel's chosen path, as to avoid death at an early age.
He was the one who had dragged everyone out here, actually. He had been concerned for Meena and Niklas, and convinced Maria to take them to Vanguard 3, so as to be sure that the Executioners had not yet reached their planet.
He was wrong, they were all fine for the moment, and that had caused a lot of wasted time for his group members, ticking off most of them, including Maria. Fayt had learned after awhile that she could be almost as bad as Albel when angered, and even though it was rare, she had been pretty frustrated lately, though nobody seemed to know why. But, as bad as she could be at times, she was still no match for Albel The Wicked.
Albel. Fayt felt a headache coming on at the thought of him. They had seemed to be getting along so well, Fayt had even started to feel something new between them, something he thought wasn't possible for him to feel about a man. Especially that man. But it was there, and it had kept growing, until one day it was shattered into tiny, unfixable pieces. The thought replayed in his head almost perfectly, as if it had been recorded secretly in his head for this very time.
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They were staying at the Peterney Inn. Cliff had gone for a walk, Sophia and Mirage had gone shopping, and Nel and Maria were out visiting the Chapel. Adray was staying in Aquaria, filling out the Queen's tasks.
Fayt had been staring blankly out of a window, watching the people slowly starting to flood into the streets, when Albel walked into the room, a scowl crossing his face, as usual.
"What the hell are you looking at," he spat, glaring at the back of the blue haired boy's head.
"I was just watching the sunrise," Fayt said simply, turning to face the man.
"Don't lie to me, fool," he shot back. "You're eyes were down, but the sun is up, do you not know which direction is up?"
"Yea, so I lied," he answered, looking into the man's eyes harder, a small twinge of annoyance in anger in his own. "It's not like you've never sinned, or is it just that you were meant to kill all of those innocent people?"
Albel closed his eyes, leaning against the doorframe, obviously bored, "Yea, so what if I did? And just what exactly are you gonna do about it?"
"Well, it is kind of strange how you can go through life enjoying people's suffering, and not even feel the slightest amount of guilt," he said, turning his gaze back to the glass.
"Hmph, you're pathetic, always so caught up with your conscience," the older man said, not bothering to open his eyes. "You weaklings make me sick."
"So why don't you just kill us too," Fayt said, looking back at Albel, his voice growing in anger. "You've had plenty of chances in the past, so why just sit around with us weaklings? Are you that desperate to get away from us, do you think we're better off dead? Do you really hate us that much!" Fayt's face was burning now, tears threatening to start their journey from his eyes to the bitter cold ground. He fought them back, staring coldly at Albel, who was now looking back at him, eyes filled with hate.
"Don't even start that shit with me, maggot! You know I hate you and those piles of useless scum you call friends! The only reason you're alive today is because of an order, and once that order is completed, you'll be lucky if you make it back to that hunk of metal you call a ship!"
He was rising to meet Fayt's tone now, stomping farther into the room. Fayt rose, even though Albel was still taller then him by a few inches, and stared hatefully into his blood red eyes.
"Yea, I know Albel, you're so caught up in your love for death and pain that you think you'd be better off alone in the world. Well, I hate to brake it to you, but you're human too, and just like us, you're also pitiful!"
Albel was enraged at this, his eyes literally darkening. Without leaving the boy's gaze, his hand came to grip the hilt of his sword, which had never left his side. Fayt saw this, smiling wickedly to himself at the thought of angering the man this far.
"What? You gonna kill me now?" he teased, knowing that, no matter how blood thirsty the man could be, Albel was not one to go out of the way of a command because of a stupid fight. He growled, turning towards the door, and walked away, his hand still resting on his katana.
"Hmph, rot in Hell, Maggot, rot in Hell."
He disappeared after that, coming back to the Inn only after sunset, leaving Fayt to wonder if his anger was really worth losing all of the time he had spent into trying to get through to the man. They never really talked much after that. Well, never talked much in a friendly manner.
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Fayt shook those thoughts away, reaching his room and walking inside, a swift "whoosh" and a small breeze behind him told him he was now alone and secure. He made his way over to the bed, pulling off his shoes and socks, lying on the small bed, face to the ceiling.
He sat there for a while, thinking over all that had happened, trying desperately to remember his past as a child, in the Leingod Research Facility. Seeing that it wasn't going to happen for a while, he pulled himself up, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Spotting a small red candle on the desk across from him, he faced it, focusing all of his attention on the small wax mold. After a few seconds, he saw the shine of a piercing blue light just above his forehead, knowing exactly what it was.
He pictured the candle being slit horizontally in three, putting a little more concentration into it now. In an instant the candle was broken, laying in stacks on the desk, the wick along with it. But, as usual, there was a slip up, beside it; a blue plastic cup was in three also.
Fayt groaned, resting his head in his palm and rubbing his temples before rising to clean up the mess. No matter how much training Maria gave him, he could never truly master his power to destroy.
After he finished throwing away the plastic and wax he yanked the covers of the bed up. He crawled under, reaching over to the lamp and flipping the switch in 'OFF' position, leaving him submerged in darkness. He rolled over onto his side, facing away from the door, and just laid there with his eyes closed, letting sleep have its way with him.
After what seemed like only an hour to the boy, he was awoken to a soft voice from what he thought was beside him.
"Fayt? Sorry to disturb your rest, but we need you in the sick bay right away." The voice faded away, followed by the "click" of the speakers, telling Fayt that had been the intercom.
He sat up, flipping the lamp back on and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Pulling on his shoes, he glanced at the clock on the wall, seeing that he had actually had about four hours of sleep, instead of just one. He combed his hair quickly, curiosity taking hold of him from the urgency in the woman's voice. 'What could possibly be the problem?' He thought, heading out the door and down the hall.
When he reached the Sick Bay, he was surprised to see only Cliff, Maria, and the doctor. They were all in the back, around the small table used for patents with an upset stomach, or any other reason for laying down. As he walked over to the small crowd, Cliff spotted him, turning to look into the boy's emerald green eyes.
"Well, someone's up early," he said, motioning the boy over. "Look what we found." Fayt walked over to the table, surprise running through him as Cliff moved out of the way so he could get a better look.
"What the hell-"
"We found her in an escape pod passing near the ship," Maria interrupted. "She's likely to have come from Earth, and has been unconscious for some time now. The doctor gave her a thorough exam, and some medication. She'll be fine within a few hours; she just needs some rest, that's all. I'm having a room set up for her now." Fayt remained silent, looking over the girl, shocked.
She looked pretty young, about his age, nineteen, possibly twenty, and her hair was long and flowing, much like Maria's, except for length and color. It was actually a bit longer, reaching much of the lower back, colored with a light lavender, much to his surprise.
Her skin was pale as the dead, though she was certainly alive, and she was dressed in a dark gray 'warrior's' shirt with brown cloth sticking out on each hole, most likely there to add comfort, but also give it style. A matching low-cut skirt, also gray, followed the shirt, slit on both sides and stitched together by two thin x-shaped brown leather stripes.
High, gray thigh boots completed the outfit, adding a rather sexy look. But, what really caught Fayt's attention was the design on the clothing.
Placed in the center of her shirt, a red crescent moon with the bottom looping down a bit, in a curve, and a mark similar to a check mark to its top-left corner, a small circle exactly opposite from it. Finishing off the design as a flame-like mark in the center, also red.
On her hands were grey gloves with the fingers cut off.
He pondered over this, looking down at the girl when a hard slap on his shoulder called him into attention.
"Hey, try not to fall over, alright," Cliff said, throwing an old brown leather bag in the boy's arms. "Found that in the pod," he said. "I still don't see why she'd bring it though. There are just a few CDs, an old book, torn pictures, and a name."
"A name?" Fayt asked, puzzled at the bag.
"Yea, I think it's hers, it's written on the inside flap."
Fayt opened the bag, pulling the flap into the light, and squinting to read the writing. "Hm, Izumi huh? Well, we'll have to ask her some questions when she wakes up," he said, handing the bag to Maria, who was having two of her assistants carry the girl to a waiting room.
"Yea, like her age, phone number, if she's single…" Cliff answered.
"Give it a rest, Cliff," Fayt said, heading for the door. "Oh, and speaking of, come get me once she's up, I need to find some stuff out."
"I will, heh, you can count on me!" he said back, a smirk splayed across his handsome face.
"And keep your hands to yourself, will you! She'll be freaking out enough once she sees that she's no longer in her escape pod," he called from the hall.
"Damn," Cliff scowled, heading for the Bridge yet again.
To Be Continued…
Alright, first chapter down. Wow, this is going to be harder than I thought. Just so you know though, I will not be waiting 20 years to update on only one chapter like some people cough cough Ari Maxwell... Well, I guess it's on to chapter 2 huh? Please give me some reviews to read. I know you hear that all the time from everyone else, but I'm different from them, I NEED THEM!