This is a fan-fiction, written purely for enjoyment. I don't own Star Ocean.
Visitors
"It's been almost three months. Can't you let anyone see them?" Fayt asked.
"Technically, if they were normal people, yes." said a scientist. "But they aren't normal. We've had to sedate the silver-haired one because of his violent nature. The little female keeps crying. And our green-haired subject just lies there, complacent and quiet."
Fayt sighed. "I know some people that might be able to help." he said. "But you have to let them in to see them."
"Alright." said the scientist. "But they had better be able to help."
Lymle looked up as a brown-haired girl walked into the room. "You're not one of those weird people, are you?" she asked.
She shook her head. "Nope. My name is Sophia." She smiled at Lymle. "I heard you're going to have a baby."
Lymle nodded. "I know babies are small, and special, but I don't understand why I have to have one. I didn't want to be a mommy yet."
Sophia sat next to the young girl. "I didn't, either, but I'm having a baby, too."
"Really?" Lymle looked at Sophia's belly. "Your tummy's bigger than mine."
"Yeah, but my baby is also a bit older than yours."
"Will you come see me more?" Lymle asked. "They keep doing weird things with the machines, and I don't like it."
"Like what?"
"I don't know, but it goes over my tummy a lot, and they gave me this funny picture." Lymle pointed up to an ultrasound picture of what was inside her.
"Oh, sweetie. That's a special kind of picture that lets you see what's inside. You're going to have two babies, see?" Sophia pointed out the two heads and the tiny bodies.
"They look like their hugging." said Lymle.
Sophia smiled. "They do, don't they?"
Faize placed a hand on his stomach, which was noticeably larger than it should have been for one baby. In his hand, he held the ultrasound image of what was inside him. Triplets. He was going to bear three children from his already sore body.
Arumat looked up and snorted as a tall, thin young man dressed in a purple belly top and skirt walked in. The shade was darker, almost royal purple, and the young man's hair was long, tied back in two braids that went to his buttocks, and was part-colored black and blonde.
"And you are?" Arumat snorted.
"I don't have time for this, worm." said the stranger.
"Well look at you, string-bean! I could use you for a staff."
The stranger blinked. "What did you say, maggot?"
"I said your skinny enough to break in half, runt."
The stranger snorted. "You could prove entertaining after all, ruffian. I am Albel the Wicked."
"And badly dressed." Arumat added.
"Look who's talking." Albel snapped back. "At least I am dressed."
"And what are you implying, squirt?"
Albel indicated to the open vest front and torn skirt, as well as the battered armor. "You look like something a dragon dragged through the mountains."
Arumat snorted. "Dragons? You seem interesting to know a thing of the mythical beasts."
"They aren't myths." Albel replied, taking a seat. He detached the metal gauntlet and let it slid from his skinny, burnt arm. "This is the reality of what can happen when you can't tame one. I lost my arm and my father for my incompetence."
"Lost your's too, huh?"
"What?"
"I lost my foster parent back when I was small. Rockslide took them both away from me, while I was left unharmed. Even back then, I was a god of death."
"God of Death? Ppht." Albel snickered. "And what, then, keeps you here in this prison?"
"I have two friends here. One is very ill, and to take him away would kill him, and to leave on my own would devastate him."
"You care for the little worm."
"Damn right. We're all that's left of our species."
Albel reattached the gauntlet to his arm. "It takes courage to do what must be done." he said.
Fayt stepped into the room where Faize was staying. The poor creature had been told to stay in bed, and while he was eating again, he couldn't stomach much, so he was still on the IV.
"Hey. I thought you might need some company."
Faize rolled over and looked at Fayt, but said nothing.
"I don't understand anything of how you must be feeling, but I'm here to listen, alright?"
"I'm scared." Faize said softly. "I feel movement inside my body, and it scares me. But I also get excited, and I don't understand."
"I think it's what's called motherhood hitting you. You're excited about the babies growing inside of you."
Faize put his hand on his stomach again. "I'm afraid that they'll be hurt, or die."
Fayt didn't say anything, just listened.
"It worries me, and they said that I shouldn't worry or I'll cause problems. But what can I do?" Faize began to cry.
"It's alright to worry sometimes, but don't worry all the time. I know the doctor that's looking after you, and she's a good doctor. She's taking care of Lymle, too, and my cousin Sophia."
"Lymle's going through this?"
Fayt nodded. "I wasn't supposed to tell you, but she's your friend, and I thought it would be better if you knew she's ok."
Faize sighed. "As long as she's doing alright. How is Arumat?"
"Exchanging insults with his visitor, but he seems alright. He didn't need to be sedated today, mostly because he's being let into the training simulator now."
"He never did like being confined." Faize sighed. He sighed. "Did . . . who is the father for my children?"
"Your companion, Arumat."
Faize nodded. "Then they are most likely strong children." he said, gently rubbing his stomach. "I will have to remain strong for them."
