A/N:... You know, i have nothing to say... Whatever. Read and hope you DON'T enjoy...
Disclaimer: I do not own StarOcean or what the hell they have or sell... leave that to people who don't want to sell their products cheaper.
Tossing and turning, he just couldn't sleep. Cranning his neck, he looked over at the peaceful sleeping form next to him. Her breathing steady and soft. It was as if nothing in the world could wake her. But that was a different story for him.
He just couldn't sleep. As infuriating as it is, he still took time to admire her slim figure, covered with the thin piece of fabric that people call a night gown. Temptation, as in the natural, pure, untamed and wild form, was already at its peak of rage.
He reached out his hand to her, but held back his beast by yanking its collar. He rested on one arm, using the other to gently trace her slim figure. She gave a slight sigh and turned around.
"You're still awake?"
She murmered, not opening her eyes as she spoke.
"Of course. I couldn't sleep because you fill my thoughts too much."
He gently smiled. She slowly opened her eyes, smiling back.
"You're never one to be out of compliments."
"Don't you like it?"
"Hmm... that depends if the compliment is directly to me, or another girl."
"Don't worry, you're the only one in my thoughts."
"Can i take your word on that?"
He laughed at her words.
"Of course, who do you think i am?"
She pretended to think for awhile.
"My husband, Fayt Leingod. I think that is you who are."
She replied, smiling.
"Then you know who you are. You are my wife, Maria Leingod. Don't you think you should have more trust in me by now?"
"Hmm... maybe. It's been one year already."
"Exactly. It has been one year since our marriage. Tomorrow is our anniversary. You excited about it?"
"Depends on what the present is."
"You'll see."
Fayt smiled, kissing Maria softly.
"So, will you be going to sleep?"
She asked.
"Of course."
"Good."
Maria smiled, nestling down on the pillow for comfort and closing her eyes, falling once again into sleep. Fayt, however, was feeling like this was not over.
It certainly has been one year, but... what was this uneasy feeling he was having? It was like there was some unfinished business he forgot to take care of.
What was it? This weight that clung onto his burdened heart. A pain. Like the hanging of guilt. There was something. He knew. It was coming. Words of revenge dripping from its lips. And it has his name in its eyes.
The early rays of sun pierced through the gaps within the curtains. It hit his heavy eyelids, which gave an effect that he was seeing heaven. Unfortunately, it wasn't. Batting at the bodyless light, Fayt was forced to get up.
Looking over to his side, he found that Maria had already gotten up. Most likely she would be in the dinning room, eating breakfast. Fayt sometimes wondered just where did she get all of that energy from.
Deciding that that would a question which he can never get an answer from just sitting down on the bed all day, he swung his legs off the bed and took a minute, literally, to get use to the morning. He scratched his head as he entered the washroom.
Picking up his tooth brush, he began to brush his teeth as he pondered on whether his brain was working already or not. Half way. Good enough. He only needed half of his brain anyway. Rinsing his mouth, he walked over to the quite impressive toilet seat.
Who knows why his parents want to spend so much on toilet seats, but nonetheless, it was certainly grand. Fit for a king, Fayt used to say. Marble made, arm rest, cusioned seat and other sorts of things you can find on a first class seat in a shuttle transport, and not normally on a toilet seat.
Well, since it is bright and early, Fayt decided that his fire hydrant needed to be emptied. The sound of liquid echoed the silent washroom. Just on a side note, not only is the toilet seat impressive, but the entire washroom is just as grand.
The total size is large enough for four people to sleep in with beds. The bath had an in built jacuzzi and his mother nearly bought a fountain to go with it. He managed to stop his mom in time.
There's also a glass shower which could fit a small car. Really, who needs all of this stuff? Well, this one washroom is attached to his room. Which meant that his mother had an even more impressive washroom than this.
Other rooms had their own toilets and were equally impressive. In other words, Fayt lives not in a mansion, but a castle. Maybe you can call it a museum. A slight knock came from the door.
"Fayt? Are you in there?"
Maria. Great. He's busy letting the dog out for a walk and his wife has to disturb his peace.
"I'm fine. I'm letting my cannon fire."
He replied sleepily.
"Eh? Your what?"
Maria asked, as if not certain on what she heard.
"My water pistol is leaking, can you please leave me alone?"
He asked.
"... okay... Just to let you know, Sophia's here."
"Okay... EH!"
Fayt stopped introducing two friends of his, Dick and John, to one another. If Sophia's here... then that would mean... Fayt hurried up to make his little brother finish up his business and ran out of the washroom, just in time, as from one of the wardrobes in the washroom burst forth, a being of small proportions.
Long Chestnut coloured hair trailing behind a young, childish and innocent face. Not to mention an attitude and aura of a child as well.
"Fayt!"
The young girl cried, jumping towards him. He skillfully dodged the first wave, spun around and managed to grab a book to parry the next attack.
Abandoning the book, he reached for the towel around his neck and threw it at her face. Like an animal, she clawed at the towel till it finally came off, by then, Fayt was already gone.
A heavy atmosphere could be felt during the rest of the day. Only Sophia was completely oblivious to the dark cloud the hung over the couple. Since she has no idea what was going on, she ran off into the kitchen and began wipe up something to eat.
According to her, which no one was listening to, she skipped breakfast in order to come over earlier. Well, no one asked her to skip breakfast, so it was entirely her fault.
Fayt looked over his shoulder from the couch where he was just staring at a basketball game, not really watching, just staring. Maria was still feeling depressed as she was having trouble just flipping the pages of her study book without soaking each piece.
That is why Fayt preferred to use the computer than a book, but that wasn't the point right now. Turning the screen of the TV off, the laser projected screen disappeared, leaving the room in silence once more.
Fayt stepped over where his wife was, and pulled out a chair to sit next to her. He didn't know how to handle crying girls, and so it was only natural that he doesn't know how to handle crying wives. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her towards him.
Maria could not stop crying, clutching onto his shirt as her tears soaked his clothes. But he didn't care. Gently stroking her hair, Fayt held her close. She was everything to him, she was the only thing to him. There was nothing in the world that could replace her, and his feelings for her. Nothing.
He knew how Maria felt, for they are twins after all, and he too knew he was hopeless and powerless when his father died in front of his eyes. He looked at Maria in the eyes. She still couldn't stop crying, but at least she had calmed down.
Smiling, Fayt wiped her tears away with his finger. Perhaps it was the strong emotions of helplessness, or just that tears made it so, Maria was certainly way more attractive than before.
"You feeling better?"
He asked. Maria only nodded.
"That's good to hear. No one blames you for dad's death. If anyone was to be blamed, it would be me, not you."
Fayt held her soft hand. It was smaller than his, but the texture was smooth, not coarse like his. He
pulled her hand towards his lips and gave it a small kiss.
"It there was anything that you need to do, that would be to stay by my side, forever."
Fayt smiled to her. Maria's face was slightly red, but she smiled. Pulling her close to him, he gave her a light kiss on her lips.
"Good. Now, why not rest for awhile? Studying all day will get you nowhere in this state."
Fayt got up to his feet, still holding her hand. Maria did not know what to do at first, but got up as well. The two walked over to the couch and Fayt sat down first, spreading his arms wide, for her to sit on his lap, or maybe it was in front. Either way, Maria smiled and sat down with him.
Fayt turned the TV back on and wrapped his arms around Maria from behind as a movie started to play. Sophia popped out of the kitchen as she heard a familiar song, saw Maria and Fayt, and went back into the kitchen, muttering something like 'get a room'.
A/N: This is a short chapt, but deal with it. I can't sort things out properly and i do not have a writer's block, i have mental block, a more serious one than a writer's block. That in combination with LACK OF ENTHUSIASM TO WRITE. Yes, i actually have no mood to write.
