Title: Make Your Peace
Author: Ari
Warnings: Shounen ai, Character death, violence, swearing, M for language and violence.
Disclaimer: Fayt and co aren't mine.
Summary: Journeying together, Albel repeatedly lashes out at Fayt, trying to get the smaller man to unleash his power and allow him a challenge. In the mean time, Fayt is wasting away from mental anguish and repeated abuse from the one person he can't seem to leave behind.
Part 4 of 4
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//Take my hand
Come back to the land
Where everything's ours
For a few hours//
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This is what he missed. Straining muscles against an opponent that occasionally fought back, sweat running down his face, and blood splattering across rocks and snow. Rushing in and thrusting, only to have Fayt dogged and force him to rush back, and his secret wish that maybe this time Fayt would show him that beautiful power.
How in the world had he ever left Fayt on that damn ship to wander alone? It had been so fucking boring.
Albel sidestepped as Fayt thrust at him, pushing the boy off balance, and The Wicked One slammed his fist down and across the boy's cheek, hurling his small form into the wet snow. Fayt knelt, gently touching his face. Warm, coppery blood was oozing from a cut in this forehead.
"Don't smack me around with your gauntlet, Nox!"
"I want your power Fayt Leingod, and I'll fucking smack you around with whatever I want, as much as I want, until you show it to me."
Fayt growled up at the man, his eyes flashing even as he held his forehead. "Why don't you ever listen to me Albel? I will never use it. I will NEVER show you!"
"Why!" Albel was screaming back now, clutching his sword and flexing the claws on his gauntlet.
"Because you'll die, Albel! Why can't you see that?"
Albel Nox stared down at the boy kneeling in the melting snow. His body was tired, and his forehead was bleeding, but he still glared up at him with fire in his eyes. Albel had never seen anyone else look at him like that. Finally, after staring down at the frail man for a few more moments, Albel started laughing.
"Die? Me? Fayt, you'll never kill me. I can't die."
And Fayt watched Albel turn around and leave.
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"Hey Albel, I found a clear spot. Lets rest here."
Fayt dropped his bag and stretched out on the grass. Spring was fast approaching, and the snow was melting more and more each day. That meant a lot of mud, so a nice dry patch of grass was hard to come by.
The young man watched Albel stop and stare outward from the clearing, taking in his appearance. Albel was such a strong person, and Fayt often looked up to that, wishing and striving to be that strong and in control. Though at other times, Fayt hated him. Albel's incurable lust for battle and power and a challenge was something Fayt wouldn't ever understand.
Albel shook himself out of his daze and went to sit next to Fayt. Normally in situations like this, Fayt would start talking about something. The smaller fighter seemed to dislike silence, but this time he stayed quiet, both comfortable in each other's presence.
Greeton's winters were long, and it's summers were short, warm days like this had to be enjoyed before they were swept away by icy winds.
"Fayt…" Albel's voice was low, almost a mumble, but Fayt cracked an eye and rolled on his side to face the man.
"Yeah…?"
"After we explore Greeton, what are we going to do?"
Fayt stared at him. Albel was sitting and staring at nothing, and he almost sounded sad. Maybe worried? Fayt couldn't help but smile. The thought that Albel would be sad when there was nothing more for them to explore together made him feel so much better. Recalling the short time they'd been apart, and remembering how bored they both were without each other, made Fayt wonder what they were going to do too.
Finally, Fayt simply laughed. "We'll discover a new world and explore that together of course!" He tried to laugh and lighten the mood, seeing Albel so stripped of barriers was a little intimidating.
"Of course…" Albel agreed. "With one criteria…" The Wicked One smirked, glancing over at Fayt reclining next to him. "You're not allowed to rely on Maria. We'll explore that world on our own. Just us and our own skills."
Fayt eyed the man suspiciously. Was this what Nel meant about not letting him go back? "Fine." He stretched a little, not meeting Albel's eyes. "We'll do it your way then."
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"You sure demand a lot from me." Fayt mumbled from his stump. They were camping out again, not having run into a new town by nightfall. Luckily, the warm day had carried over into a warm night, so their tent wasn't up; their bedrolls simply spread out next to the fire.
"Oh yes. Telling you to eat is so demanding." Fayt watched as Albel stirred whatever he was cooking. He was really surprised at how domestic The Wicked One was. The man could cook, sew, weave, and if he wanted to be, he was okay with children. Not that Albel ever showed that to anyone.
"Look Albel, I'll eat when I feel like it. What are you, my Mother?" Albel snorted and ignored him, making Fayt bristle. "Put that out and lets go to sleep!" he wined. Almost two straight days of walking, stopping only when Albel decided they needed to spar had left him exhausted.
The man sighed and tossed his spoon away. He threw some sandy dirt on the fire until it was nothing but a dim light and put the lid on the pot to keep the food warmed till tomorrow.
Fayt started brushing out Albel's hair as he stripped off his boots and gauntlet for the night before stretching out on the bedroll. Fayt immediately curled up next to him, flinging his arm across his waist and burying his face in his shoulder.
The Wicked One simply couldn't remember a time when they hadn't slept curled together anymore. It had gotten to the point where neither of them could sleep without the other. Though most nights Albel laid awake, simply to bask in the warm body heat Fayt gave off. It had started off as a necessity for cold Greeton nights, grew into a luxury they didn't need but didn't stop, and then morphed right back into a necessity.
And Fayt was a heavy sleeper. He never once woke up when Albel lay there and stared at him all night long. Sometimes The Wicked One would take Fayt's hand and examining how long and thin the fingers were, or run his own threw tousled blue hair. On impulse one night, Albel had even pressed a kiss to Fayt's forehead, and the boy still hadn't stirred, and Albel took that liberty this night too. Surprising himself when he wasn't repulsed by it.
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Fayt had never known anything better in his life than waking up next to one Albel Nox. He was always warm; it didn't matter if a blizzard had hit that night. Albel was always warm. And Albel did things in his sleep that he'd never do awake.
Like smile.
Albel Nox normally slept with a small, complacent smile on his face, and Fayt doubted Albel would ever hold him so tightly while he was awake.
Yes, Fayt loved this more than anything.
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"You have to stop, Albel."
The Wicked One glanced over at the frail form of Fayt cleaning cuts on his arms. "Stop what, fool?"
"Stop trying to force that power out of me."
Albel rolled his eyes, turning back to his dinner. "I'll never stop, Fayt. Don't you ever listen? Or are you too stupid to understand?" the words were a little harsh, but Albel didn't mean them, and Fayt knew he didn't mean them.
They sat in comfortable silence, Albel eating and Fayt mending. After several minutes, thin fingers started pulling through The Wicked Ones hair, unwrapping it from the cloth. "You have beautiful hair, Albel. Soft, just like a girls."
"Then I guess I'll have to cut it. I don't really enjoy being compared to a woman."
Fayt ignored the empty threat and continued finger-combing the long strands. Albel sat silently as Fayt's fingers divided his hair into three clumps and began to braid it together. It was somewhat of a habit lately, but The Wicked One guessed that Fayt just enjoyed playing with his hair, no matter what the boy said.
Fayt twisted the rubber band into place and Albel waited for the boy to get up and move away. He stiffened suddenly as thin arms draped themselves over his shoulders to cross in front of him. Albel stayed perfectly still as Fayt's chin rested on his shoulder, their cheeks pressed together.
"Albel…" Fayt's voice was low, and his breath was warm against Albel's ear. The man fought a shiver with embarrassment. "I'm sleepy…lets go to bed now." Albel gave a nod and pushed his plate away, frowning in frustration as his arms moved awkwardly from the shiver moving up his spin from the boys breathing.
The Wicked One pushed Fayt's arms off and refused to face him. "You're a little clingy tonight, maggot." Albel spread out on the ground next to the fire, and Fayt joined him, ignoring the comment in favor of cuddling. Not that Albel Nox cuddled.
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The next week found the pair on the outskirts of a new village deep in some mountains sparring. It was a light spar; Fayt was only bleeding a little from a cut on his forehead. He whipped his gaze up at the grinning Wicked One and jerked. Albel's eyes were flashing a deep red and his grin dropped to an intense stare.
Fayt shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, glancing at the man every few seconds. He was wondering if their spar was over, and was about to go back to the inn when Albel stalked up to him angrily. Fayt flinched, tensing up and waiting for the blow that would come to his head.
Albel wrapped a hand tightly around Fayt wrists, yanking the boy forward and crashing his lips down on his. He could help it, seeing blood dripping down Fayt's face did things to him…
Fayt gave a startled shriek and proceeded to stand very, very still. One wrong move would result in his death. They both stared at each other, Fayt gazing up in shock and Albel glaring down in anger.
The Wicked One gave a sharp yank on the thin wrist in his hand, and Fayt let out a gasp. In those few seconds, Albel took full advantage, slipping his tongue into Fayt's mouth. The smaller boy let out a tiny groan and responded automatically. Albel dropped his katana and wrapped his arm around the boy's slim waist, yanking him flush up against him.
Fayt's eyes closed naturally as Albel's tongue explored his mouth with more experience than he would have guessed. He started to raise his arm up to run his fingers through Albel's hair only to have The Wicked One suddenly break away.
Albel stared down at the boy, his face unreadable. Fayt stood there, still in semi shock, cheeks flushed and lips wet. The Wicked One was satisfied, apparently kissing Fayt didn't disgust him like that girl had. He'd quite enjoyed it, truthfully.
He scooped up his sword and made his way back into town, leaving a stunned and slightly turned on Fayt standing in the field, trying to gather coherent thoughts.
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Albel propped himself up on one elbow, head resting in his palm as he watched Fayt sleep. The boy hadn't said a word when he'd come back, and nothing had changed. Fayt was still wrapped around him like a lifeline as he slept.
The Wicked One frowned and flicked a strand of blue hair out of Fayt's eyes. He wasn't an emotional or clingy person. He didn't believe in love or anything else that frivolous. He supposed he believe in passion and lust, but rarely saw it.
He also believed in necessities.
Albel fully admitted to needing Fayt with him. Whether it was to keep him from getting bored, sparring, witty banter, or a nightmare blockade. He reached out and poked the boy's cheek, watching as Fayt's eyes closed tighter and he grumbled something in his sleep.
The Wicked One rolled his eyes, forgetting no one could see, and went back to sleep. He'd figure things out in the morning.
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Fayt was getting tired of this. His cells were singing and screaming and Albel ruthlessly attacked him over and over again. The man screamed at him, beat him, purposely hurt him when he was down and done, and it was always for nothing. Fayt would rather burn alive before he unleashed that power on anyone. And he would suffer an eternal hell before he used it against Albel Nox.
Fayt dropped down, falling backwards into the mud and Albel stood over him, glaring down. His katana sliced a thin cut across his arm, and then his stomach, and then his neck. Each one burned like a razor wound, but Fayt just stared up at the man and ignored the welling and running blood.
"Little Fayt, I don't think you understand…"
Another cut down his collarbone.
"I'll kill you Fayt."
A cut across his palm.
"It'll be slowly. You'll go mad before I finish you."
A cut down his thigh before he moved the blade up and pressed it into Fayt's cheek.
"And with madness like that, you wont be able to say no. You're body will just do it to save its self."
Albel dragged the point from the corner of his eye to his earlobe. Grinning in delight at the blood. Fayt was stunning when dripping blood and eyes flashing.
"Wouldn't you rather make the choice of your free will?"
The sword moved across his forehead, down between his eyes.
Fayt continued to stare upward, making sure not to show any pain. "Then just kill me, Albel." He mumbled. "Cause I'll never show you, not even in madness."
Albel glared even harder, baring his teeth as he shoved his blade straight through Fayt's shoulder and into the mud before twisting it and yanking it back out. "Rot in hell, maggot!" And Fayt watched him stomp away.
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Fayt sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Sophia just would not shut up! He glanced over at the glowing clock in the galley. It read 1:35 am…he was so tired… The spunky girl let out a giggle and shoved something in his face. He nodded politely and she was off again explaining something else. He glanced over again. 1:37 am…damn it…
"Sophia!" he cut her off mid sentence, rubbing the bridge of his nose in irritation. "I'm tired, can we finish this tomorrow?"
"Oh Fayt! I'm sorry! Of course we can. Have a goodnight…" she called as he gratefully left the galley in favor of his room.
He clicked the door shut and locked it, then let out a sigh. Albel was smirking at him from his bed, barely containing a laugh as Fayt kicked off his socks and turned off the light. "Have fun catching up with Sophia?"
"Piss off, Nox."
"Keh, that's cold, Fayt."
"Whatever." He scowled and dropped down on the mattress. "Can we just sleep now? I'm stressed out and tired."
Fayt curled up against the man, breathing in scent of Albel who ran long fingers through his hair and down his neck. Fayt buried his face in Albel's neck and sigh in irritation. Sophia just annoyed him so much! Albel's fingers moved slowly on his neck, hesitating for a moment before running down his back, drawing little circles and swirls. Tension seemed to evaporate from Fayt, and he couldn't stay annoyed anymore. Instead he murmured a happy sound and snuggled closer.
Fayt heard a soft sigh from above him before Albel's hand moved up his back and across his chin, gripping it slightly and forcing him to look up. Red eyes stared down at him in the dark and Fayt could feel his face flushing.
Fayt watched in silence as Albel leaned down and pressed firm lips against his. The hand Fayt was lying on continued tracing circles on his back and Fayt found himself pressing back just as lightly.
Albel pulled back to apologize but Fayt stretched up farther to keep their lips connected. Albel didn't question it, and instead propped himself up on an elbow to continue from above the boy, dipping his head down to reconnect their lips. Their tongues gently slid against each other and Fayt let out a tiny groan while locking thin arms around Albel's neck, fingers twisting through gold strands again.
Fayt shivered as cold fingers brushed against his waist, pushing under his loose shirt. Fayt's tremble and groan as Albel ran his hand up the boy's side shot fire through his stomach and he pulled Fayt up against him, his arm hooked under the boy's waist.
Fayt's hands let go of Albel's hair and wrapped under the man's arms. His back arched more into the touch and Fayt couldn't stop himself from dragging his nails down Albel's bare back rather harshly as he gasped out Albel's name. He heard The Wicked One let out a muffled growl and press against him harder while lifting them both up and pulling Fayt to sit in his lap, his hands firmly gripping Fayt's hips.
Fayt immediately pressed flush against The Wicked One, his hands running across the mans thin stomach and chest. Albel shoved his tongue further into Fayt's mouth, gripping the nape of Fayt's hair and titling his head to the side for better access.
Fayt sighed into the kiss and matched the pressure. Fayt, in true obliviousness, sucked on Albel tongue slightly, letting out a startled gasp as The Wicked One growled and shoved him backwards and pressed him back into the mattress, his hands sweeping across Fayt's stomach again before moving up and brushing across his nipples, smirking as Fayt's back arched into the touch again.
Fayt let out a throaty moan as Albel abandoned his lips and started sucking on the juncture of his neck. The Wicked One grinned as thin legs wrapped around his waist and he tugged up on Fayt's shirt, pulling it over the boy's head and tossing it across the room. He groaned again at the warm feeling of skin against skin, Fayt's name escaping from his lips.
Albel seized hold of Fayt's slim hips and pulled them up to grind against his, both of them moaning at the warm friction. Albel was entirely intent on ridding them of their pants as soon as possible when a loud knock echoed through the room, causing both men to freeze. The knock came again a little more insistent, and Sophia's high voice floated through the door. "Fayt? Are you okay? I heard you groaning. Are you awake? Are you having a nightmare?"
Albel growled, untangling himself from Fayt and dropping to his stomach and burring his face in the pillows. "I'm not answering it…I'll kill her…" his voice was husky and deep and Fayt groaned in disappointment before rolling off the mattress.
Sophia let out a tiny, startled yelp when the door swung open violently and a disheveled Fayt glared angrily out at her. She couldn't help trailing her eyes down Fayt's bare chest and then back up to stare at his flushed cheeks and disheveled hair. She thought there was a sore on his collarbone, but couldn't be sure in the poor light.
"What do you want?"
Sophia gapped at his angry eyes and deep, rough, voice. "I thought you were having a nightmare…" his voice sounded so different than she'd ever heard it before, and Sophia found herself wanting to throw herself into his arms while screaming 'Take me!' Instead, she simply stood there and waited.
"I was trying to…sleep…" he growled. "Go back to bed, Sophia." And the door slammed in her face.
To her disappointment, Fayt and Albel left the next morning.
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Fayt trudged exhausted through the woods, Albel a little in front of him as they searched for the village; it was suppose to be around here somewhere, they had to be close. The young man picked mud off his shirt and groaned, he was so dirty! He could not wait to take a bath and change.
"Albel…are we almost there?" he was aware that he was whining, but at the moment, Fayt Leingod didn't care.
"I don't know, fool." The man snapped back, just as irritated and impatient as Fayt was.
As the reached the top of the steep hill, the both let out a sigh of relief. Below them was a village nestled right up against a large body of water. Neither could see the opposite shore, so it was either a large lake or an ocean. They both stood look down at the small town, Fayt hoping they had a bathhouse and Albel wondering if they had a proper inn before started their trudge down.
The first thing they did was walk through the town and down to the beach. Fayt stared at the water lapping over his toes as Albel crouched down and took a drink of the water. "Salt water." He stated simply as he stood back up.
Fayt stared out at the ocean, his mouth open in awe. "We walked across the whole continent, Albel."
The man nodded, silently taking in the water in front of him. "Took us long enough…"
Fayt glanced over at the man, wondering if Albel regretted the time they'd traveled together. He shook his head and dismissed the thought immediately, of course Albel didn't regret their years together exploring Greeton.
"Lets go find the inn."
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Most people would find themselves immersed in an uncomfortable atmosphere after what had happened on the Diplo, but not them. Both Albel and Fayt just calmly accepted it as a development in their relationship. It hadn't been expected, but it wasn't un-welcomed. Fayt still slept curled up against The Wicked One just like every night before, the only difference was he might get pressed into the mattress and covered with fevered kisses and pets before they slept.
Sparring had more hidden, sexual tension now, but that wasn't too bad either, and it also normally ended with kissing in the mud, sweating and still bleeding.
And, to Albel Nox's surprise, it was getting more and more intimate each time. There were more moans and words, it was completely common for Fayt to beg Albel to touch or kiss him, and it wasn't uncommon for Albel worship Fayt's name like a mantra.
Granted the tension was building higher and higher, and Albel was pretty sure they'd start rutting like rabbits whether they wanted to or not soon. Sexual acts still grossed him out somewhat, but in the heat of the moment, he didn't really care.
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Fayt and Albel faced off in a large, circular clearing near the back of the village. Their swords were drawn and ready for another lunge. The smaller man was huffing and starting to sweat a little. He rubbed his arms a little, trying to stop the tingling that was starting like clockwork while Albel simply stood there with a righteous smirk.
"You can do better than this, Fayt."
Impatient, Albel darted forward, sword sweeping in front of him, claw following right after. Fayt jumped back, startled by The Wicked Ones speed. He had to be careful to stay out of reach, his MP was draining quicker than he'd realized. Albel let out a cackle before sending off a Firebolt.
Caught in surprise that the man could use Symbology, Fayt barely had time to raise his sword against the three balls of flame. Fayt could feel his pores opening to accept the warmth that rushed over him. "Albel! Stop!" he called as he dropped to his knees. If they kept going, Fayt wasn't sure he could contain his powers.
"Like I'm going to stop now!" Albel laughed down at him. "I can tell you're finally starting to loose your grip on that hidden power, and I'm completely ready for it!" the blunt side of Albel katana slammed against Fayt's skull, toppling him over. Fayt rolled and picked himself up quickly, ignoring the pain shooting through his arms and legs.
"I don't want to hurt you! Please stop!"
Another round of Firebolt engulfed him for several seconds, and Fayt shielded his eyes as much as possible from the flame. He felt metal tear through his side, and gasped to find Albel nose to nose with him, his lips descending down of Fayt's hard and quickly while his claw ripped through his skin, only to disappear at the man jumped back again to defend.
Fayt clutched at his ribs, wincing as blood flowed rather freely between his gloves, but making sure to keep his sword up in a semi block.
"Don't you dare deny me anymore, Fayt."
"I refuse to kill you, Albel." Fayt smiled at the taller man while trying to squelch the ripples moving through his body. "After all, if you die, who'll explore the next continent with me?"
"You still don't understand? You CAN NOT kill me." Albel scoffed, glaring at the boy. "It isn't possible, you're not strong enough. The only way you even stand a chance is to let your power out."
"Don't call me weak!" Fayt hissed.
"I'm not, I'm calling you stupid."
Fayt bristled and rushed forward in a thrust. He just barely knicked The Wicked Ones side before the hilt of his katana cracked down the back of his head again. He stumbled, almost impaling himself on his sword. Fayt was having trouble wielding it, it seemed heavier than normal. He was sure it wasn't this heavy when he'd fought Luther. Apparently he'd lost some muscle between then and now.
A quick Hand Of Doom slammed into his back, throwing him forward into the mud and Albel laughed at the sight of his ruined shirt.
Fayt barely had enough time to cast one last Healing before The Wicked One was attacking again. Quick, rapid flurries of claw and katana creating small wounds on his arms, stomach, and face; each one stinging worse than the last, and eventually he dropped to the ground.
Fayt huddled in the mud, his knees pulled up to his chest and his face buried in them. He was on fire. His entire body tingled and quivered. His very cells felt alive and pulsing. Manacle laughter from above him drowned out all the tiny whimpers escaping his lips. Fayt knew he was bleeding, but he was passed pain, he couldn't feel the difference between his fingers and his toes.
A fist slammed into his cheek, toppling him over, his arms flinging out to catch himself. "Fayt…you know what I want…"
The blue haired teen let out a tiny whimper from the ground as he pulled himself back up into a tight ball. He was going to explode. He could feel it. The heat was growing and his body felt like it was swelling with power.
A rough hand grabbed a fist full of hair and yanked him to his feet, the other attempting to shove his sword back into his hands. But Fayt couldn't even stand on his own, much less hold a sword and wield it against Albel Nox. He could taste copper coins from the split in his lip, and there was blood running in his eyes. He dropped back to the ground.
"Your power, Fayt. I'm extremely tired of waiting. I've been waiting for years."
"………No………go away…" he mumbled. "I don't want to show you. Go away…" He wasn't going to last much longer, he was throbbing, and his vision was starting to blur. He wrapped his hands around his head to try and stop the throbbing.
A rapid succession of punches and kicks began assaulting Fayt. To his face, his stomach, a boot slammed down upon his fingers and then came up to kick into his jaw, snapping his head back. Fayt shuddered and Albel laughed and screamed. The boy cracked an eye to see The Wicked One's eyes shining, his hair whipping around and pulling from his braid and flying around him. Fayt couldn't help his breathless smile at The Wicked One's feral beauty before his entire body shuddered and heat swamped him.
To Fayt, it felt like ripples or waves rolling off his body. He huddled in the dirt, praying the fire would soon disappear from his very cells. Albel had stopped hitting him but he could hear him laughing, probably backing away from the waves that rolled from him as his very being screamed. The Wicked One was probably overjoyed that he'd finally forced out Fayt's powers of destruction. Fayt hoped he was satisfied with 'the challenge' and would leave him alone about it after this.
After what felt like hours, the humming in his body began to slow down and settle. He could feel cool breezes blowing past him as the heat from his cells disappeared. Still, he sat there, clenching his legs with thin arms, trying to hide and huddle in the mud. Fayt gave a quiet chuckle, his shoulders quivering. "I'm sorry, Albel. Hope I didn't hurt you too much." When The Wicked One didn't answer he gave a shaky laugh.
"God Albel, answer or I'll think your dead…"
Fayt raised his head from his arms, body protesting as his muscles ached. His eyes glaring, and his mouth prepared to yell at the man for messing with him. Slowly, his eyes widened at the scorched clearing, the charred and smoking grass and empty space. Fayt laughed a little louder.
"Come on, Albel, it's not funny."
Fayt uncurled, turning his head back and forth to scan the clearing, trying to ignore the heavy, sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach. He eyed the tree line carefully, ignoring the blacked branches on some of them.
"…Albel?" he whispered, his body going numb.
"Albel?"
"Hey, Albel?"
"Oh God, Albel!"
"ALBEL!!"
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//Don't you die on me…
You haven't made your peace
Live life, breathe, breathe//
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Sophia yawned loudly; her jaw cracking uncomfortably as she absently rubbed her eyes and made her way through the ship. It was another quiet day on the Diplo, though that wasn't anything new. Life was always pretty quiet nowadays.
The young woman cast a mournful gaze on the door to her left as she passed. It was cracked open, but she didn't stop to say a chipper 'good morning' anymore. She'd stopped weeks ago. Fayt never answered her.
No one knew the full story of what had happened down on Elicoor 2. Fayt had simply hit the emergency button on the communicator, and the Diplo went down to pick him up. Sophia could still picture the bone-numbing scene from when they'd found him.
Fayt had been sitting in a large, burnt clearing, knees drawn up to his chest, hands pressed tight over his ears and screaming himself hoarse, his eyes clenched tight as tears poured down his cheeks in muddy trails.
It had taken Maria, Mirage, and Cliff to get him to open his eyes and stop screaming. Maria had actually injected a sedative into his arm, and yes, he'd stopped screaming, but then he didn't say anything, he just cried silent tears on the ground.
After an hour or so, Mirage and Maria had coaxed Fayt up from the ground to head back to the ship. Albel hadn't been there and when asked, the only thing Fayt had said was 'We made it to the end of the world together.' before falling silent again.
That had been months ago, and Fayt still hadn't told them what had happened. Sophia frowned; he actually didn't say much of anything anymore, and all he did was sit in his room. Albel still hadn't contacted them, and the crew just assumed he'd left Fayt in the clearing to go off on his own.
The only thing the crew on the Diplo knew for certain was that Fayt had never been the same after that day.
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Stretched across my shame
All the torment and the pain
Leaked through and covered me
I'd do anything
To have him to myself
Just to have him for myself
Now I don't know what to do…
I don't know what to do…
When he makes me sad
He is everything to me
An unrequited dream
A song that no one sings
The unattainable…
He's a myth
That I have to believe in
All I need to make it real
Is one more reason…
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do…
When he makes me sad
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It's finished…I'm kinda sad its over, but its done now! Thanks for all the reviews and support everyone, they were all truly appreciated, and I hope you'll take a moment to give me one last review for the final chapter! Don't hurt me too much for torturing Fayt so bad. And be honest please, who thought Fayt was gonna be the one to die? That was my original intent, but I figured Fayt killing Albel on accident would be much more traumatic for him. This is un-betaed…the whole thing is actually…So excuse the typos, I'll fix 'em later, cause its 4 am and I'm tired!!
Um…up there… (points up the document) That…make out scene…I'm really sorry if it sucks. I've never really written anything like that…and I was really uncomfortable typing it…I think it turned out somewhat okay though…
The song at the top is called 'Stripped' by Shiny Toy Guns. It's a beautiful, very metallic and haunting song that I thought fit for them 'going back' to their traveling and romping through the woods together. The song at the end was 'Dark Wings' by Within Temptation, and that is the song that inspired this ENTIRE story! Hence where the title also came from. If you listen to that part of the song, it sounds so pleading, and I can just picture Fayt begging Albel not to die…(tear)
And finally, the song after the Epilogue is "Vermillion pt 2" by Slipknot (Underworld: Evolution version). If you are going to listen to any of the songs in this fic, it had better be this one, since I picture it as kind of the 'theme song' for this fic. The melody, and the lyrics fit just perfectly for the end, setting the most perfect feeling of horrible sadness! I listened to it while writing the whole ending. I did make small changes to the lyrics, I changed all the 'shes' and 'hers' to 'him' and 'he' that's allowed right? Truthfully, I'm demanding everyone listen to this song after reading this chapter….DO IT!!!
Here is a compiled list of songs with their artist that were ALMOST used in the story. All are wonderful songs, I recommend them all, but for some reason or other, they either didn't work well enough, didn't follow what I wanted to happen, or other songs simply fit better…
"Sick Cycle Carousel" and "Everything" by Lifehouse, "The Kill" and "A Beautiful Lie" by 30 Seconds to Mars, "Phase" "Sugarcoat" and "Shallow Bay" by Breaking Benjamin, many more Disturbed songs, "Hysteria" by Muse, "Stupid" and "Fallen" by Sarah McLachlan, "Always" by Saliva, "Terrible Lie" by Mercury Falls, "Self Deception" by Lacuna Coil, "Whispers In the Dark" by Skillet, "Drunk on Shadows" and "The Cage" by HIM, "In My Life" by The Rasmus, "Hollow" by Submersed, lots of KoRn, "Creep" by Radiohead, "Unopened Letter To The World" by The Ataris, "Wishing It Was" by Santana, "The Undertaker" by Pucifier, "The Last Sunrise" by Aiden, "Washing Me Away In The Tides" by Trivium.
Thank you so much everyone! I love you all SSSOOOO much! I hope you enjoyed the fic! (kisses and huggles)