A/N: Everyone shout for joy. Another theme. Okay, not really. Don't shout for joy, you make my eardrums bleed.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Ocean or any of the characters.


# 8- Happiness

This could have been a dream. He was starting to think that he was slightly delusional. It was that strange, alluring scent of vanilla that made him suddenly become relaxed. It was always around, constricting him in an intoxicating illusion of a warm, welcoming body.

He buried his head within chocolate colored hair and nuzzled it gently. It was soft. That put a smirk on his face. This was a good delusion and he didn't mind if he was finally insane. This was a nice release from his reality. From all that he knew.

The body relaxed also into his and the sensation made him tingle slightly. What would people think if they saw him like this? The great 'Wicked One' snuggling this warmth like a child comfortably holding on to his favorite toy?

Ah, he didn't give a damn. He was at peace for the moment and everything else was just a blur within the vanilla laced air.

He could hear a soft giggle and grinned to himself. Whatever the hell was going on, it was certainly the best damn thing he had ever experienced.

Soft hands rubbed leisurely through his two-toned hair and kisses were placed on his cheek. Slowly he took his head away from the silk-like hair only to place his face on the base of a creamy, smooth neck and tiny shoulder. He brought the body closer to him, making sure to memorize the way the two fit perfectly together.

If this was a dream, just some illusion, then he was glad he was insane. For the first time he was content and satisfied. No way did he plan on waking up anytime soon. The smells and the sensations were just too good to let go.

Damn, it felt good to be crazy.


A/N: Hmmm….Albel insane. Fun.

I decided to make him think that the comfort he felt was nothing but a dream, but it's real. Well as real as he wants to make it. Reviews appreciated. Thanks.