Kissing Blackened Roses
Chapter VII: Au Delà des Portes Rouges; Beyond Crimson Doorways
A/N: Well, here it is, the newest chapter of Kissing B.R. Please don't kill me for the following chapter, because that would prevent me from writing any future ones (seeing as I would be dead and all). Enjoy!
Scrambling to his feet and ignoring his body's protests, Fayt searched for a place in which to hide for that last blunder was sure to catch Albel the Wicked's attention. Fayt's body darted for the first thing he saw, a crimson door…
How the blue haired Earthling managed to get himself stuck in the small one person tub was beyond his comprehension, but he knew he was done for when he heard the door's hinges slowly squeak as the door was pushed completely open and a familiar shadow loomed over his crumpled form.
Thinking back on the events leading up to his current predicament, Fayt felt himself cringe. It was then he decided he really had to stop listening to his instincts and acting upon random and often idiotic ideas that seem clever at the time. Realizing this, he focused his attention back to the matters at hand, namely him being wedged in a bathtub with a somewhat satisfied and smirking Albel Nox standing in the crimson colored doorway, a small fruit tart in hand.
God, he hated that smirk…
Pushing the faded wooden door was a simple and painless task in itself, but Fayt was not prepared for what would come next. Crossing the threshold, Fayt immediately knew something was wrong as he felt the familiar feeling of gravity pulling his torso down as his legs slid on the marble flooring. He was falling and falling fast. Instinctively, his hands went to grab anything within reach to stop his dissent, but all he managed to grab a hold of was air.
Using an array of skills learned from countless battles, Fayt fought to regain his balance. With grace of a palsy stricken and halfway drunken money, Fayt finally regained his balance and stood in the bathroom, taking a quick look around. Mouth agape, he looked around in amazement not at the bathroom itself with its white and grey marble interior, but at where this particular bathroom was located. Although the marble relayed a sense of timeless beauty, the set up, along with the steel forsets and flushing toilet, had the young warrior safely assuming that whoever built it must have broken almost all the rules in the Federation's books.
It was in the mist of the teen's exploration when he heard the voice that put a terrible set of events into play. "What are you doing in my bathroom?"
Yelping and forgetting about marble's effect on his feet, Fayt spun around to face the source of the voice. Before he knew what was happening, Fayt found himself sliding to the side and for a marble sink.
In an effort to avoid the sink, Fayt attempted to sidestep, although the result wasn't exactly what he had expected. Now, instead of crashing into the small sink, he found himself in a crash course for yet another floor. Determined not to get intimate with the marble surface, Fayt did the only thing that came to mind: put his hands out in front of him and attempt a flip.
And he would have successfully pulled off that flip, if not for the fact he took a triumpant step back afterwards and gotten his boot caught in the tub's elaborate base work. As he fell backwards, he could swear he could hear snickering.
After landing quite ungracefully with a loud thud, banging his head against something behind him, and waiting for the stars to clear from his vision, the Earthling dared look up and froze the moment green came in contact with dark crimson.
"Quite the nack for getting in trouble you have, wouldn't you say? Always overdoing it..."
And there they stayed for what seemed an eternity to Fayt and a mere handful of seconds to Albel. With a sigh, Albel gracedully made his way across the marble floor towards the blue haired boy (not slipping once) and looked down at the figure wedged in his bathtub. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing, maggot?" Albel half-heartedly replied, only three quarters of the normal amout of venom lacing in his words. Using his human hand, he grabbed the younger by the upper arm and pulled. Hard.
"Ow, watch it, Albel!" Fayt yelled as the rough pulling did nothing to help his current predicument. His backside was still wedged firmly within the tub with his legs dangling over the side.
"Hm? Did that hurt? I'm sorry," Albel began with his voice dripping sarcasim and one moment away from rolling his eyes. "Would you prefer me to cut you out?"
The last part made Fayt nervious as he invisioned Albel with his katana slicking Fayt to ribbons all to protect his precious bathtub. Fighting back a shutter and preparing for another rough jurk, he did not see the devious and somewhat feral look upon the older's face. "Or would you prefer me to leave you there?"
"Huh?" Fayt looked up, surprised and debating weather or not dying from starvation while stuck in a tubwas any better thangetting sliced to bits by the guy who loathed you with everything he was, not that Fayt wasall too friendly to the man himself. He had decided to give that up a long time ago...
"Because you know," Albel's voice broke Faytaway from his thoughts. "I was planning on bathingnow, if it were not for you."
With eyes wide as saucers, a jaw hanging open enough to catch a baseball, and cheeks pink enough to put schoolgirls to shame, Fayt stared at Albel as though he were nominated saint of the year. Albel, on the otherhand, just examined the tips of his claws before reaching over to the forcet and turning on the water.
"What do you think your doing!" Fayt arched his back a little in attempts to escape the water's cool touch.
"Well, excuse me. You do realize you are in my bathroom or are you that--"
"ALBEL! Turn off this water right now or I'll--"
"You'll what?" Albel looked at the younger man with an overly calm look in his eyes. His voice, however, betrayed the anger behind them. "Tell me how much you hate me?"
"Is that what this is all about?" Fayt huffed, crossing his arms as Albel only regarded him with a steady gaze of silent anger, ignoring the water overunning the sides of his tub in sheets and flooding the floors. Was that all? Anger began to slowly mar his gentle features as his hand reached for the double edged straight razor on the sink, somewhat intending to plundge it deeply into flesh, be it Fayt's or even his own, all just to see the calming red of fresh flowing blood. Just for that he should...
"Albel, is everything alright up there?" He stopped.
Albel tore his eyes away from the bluenette and gazed towards the door, not moving a muscle. "How lucky for you..." he half mumbled to himself andhalf to the boy as he let the hand with the razor fall to his side and turned away, leaving Fayt to stare up at where he had been somewhat frightened, completely ignoring the water.
