A little bit of love
by Flare Haynekie
Disclaimer: …………..
Warnings: OOC-ness, shonen-ai, Sophia and
Cliff bashing?
Author's note: Meow, meow.
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Chapter 7: Picnics and growing
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It was peaceful. Really peaceful. The food had been great, and the fluffy quilt under the shade of a tree was currently the perfect bed for a nap. Or so Fayt believed.
"Those annoying idiots are still staring at us." Albel stated, looking up to the ramp used to go down to where they currently were, where Maria, Mirage, Sophia, and Cliff currently stood.
They had been there since Fayt said at breakfast about it being the perfect place for a picnic. They had to travel the day before to Aquios on Albel's orders, which no one wanted to oppose due to the fact that he was holding his katana, with the help of Fayt, when he said it. Mirage was simply glad that the trip wasn't that long, even if she had to carry the sleeping Fayt while Albel held onto the hem of her skirt just to make sure that she was still there holding onto Fayt.
"Leave them alone." Fayt repeated, leaning to his right and happily falling onto the quilt. He purred and grabbed Albel's hand, pulling him down with him. "Hullo."
Albel gave a small wince, but smiled. "You should really stop with the sexy stuff. You're just asking for it."
"No I'm not. But, are you okay?"
Albel gave a nod. "I'll be alright. It's just that our bodies are growing back again. Everything's getting back to the way they were." He raised his left hand showing the few burn marks. "It's coming back and they're not being subtle."
Fayt softly took his hand and placed a kiss on it. "Want to get something later on to hide it? And some cream?"
Albel grinned and pulled him towards him. He stole a glance at the panicking Sophia on the ramp, the twitching Cliff, and the two fangirls, before finally pulling Fayt for a kiss. Sophia screeched, Cliff looked away, and both Mirage and Maria squealed, before they both tried to regain their composure. It was a lovely sight. On both sides.
"The food was good," Albel started, rubbing Fayt's back, "but you're incredibly delicious."
Fayt pouted. "Albel!"
"What? I only promised to do you once we're in our correct body age, but that doesn't mean I can stop the flirting or the current reappearance of hormones in me. And right now, I have a great idea."
"An idea?"
"I was just thinking, at this rate, we'll be back to normal by next week."
Fayt smiled. "That's great!" he then paused. "I mean…"
Albel gave a laugh. "You are, by all means, screwed."
And finally, Sophia screamed that Albel had been holding Fayt for too long and for him to have some decency. This just resulted in Albel giving a grin, one of the evil ones, before Cliff grabbed her arm and dragged her away. Maria decided to follow them, while Mirage shrugged and went after the three, leaving the kids to have fun on their own. Or, the kid and the preteen one. Which ever. But since the food had indeed been good, Fayt was simply glad to be able to lie down and relax for a while, the soft cold river breeze lulling him into taking a nap. Albel simply kept an eye on their surroundings, looking at Fayt every once in a while, then at his left arm, than back up the ramp.
It was very late afternoon before Fayt woke up again, and when he looked around for the young Wicked One, he found him curled up near him, holding one of Fayt's arms between his own. And much to Fayt's surprise, Albel was looking much older than he was before Fayt had gone to sleep. After considering it a bit more, Fayt shook Albel to wake him up. But all Albel did was cuddle closer.
"Albel? Hey, Bel, you might want to wake up to see this…" Fayt started, shaking Albel again. "Bel? What are you… hey! No bitting!"
Albel laughed. "It's getting late."
"But that's no reason to bite me!" Fayt whined.
"Yes it is. You woke me up. I was having a great dream."
Fayt closed his eyes. "You're older. I mean, more older looking than before sleeping."
"What? Oh. So that's why you looked odd. More sexy than cute."
"Is that your opinion or your raging hormones talking?" Fayt tried to pull his arm out, but Albel grinned and just held on tighter.
Albel got up, pulling Fayt up since he absolutely refused to let go. "We should be getting back to the inn. One of those idiots is either already worried, or in the process of. Either way, I'm not one to care, but it would certainly damper my mood if I had them screaming and blaming me for any idiotic reason."
"Albel! Fayt! Are you still down there?" Mirage called, nearing the railing and looking down. "Oh, you are! Will you get your stuff together and come back to the inn? Please?"
Albel sighed. "Like that."
Fayt laughed and looked up, waving at Mirage. "We'll be right up, mommy!" he joked.
Almost fifteen minutes later, all three were on the way to the inn, Mirage patting Fayt's hair, completely amused at how Fayt was finally growing to the age he's supposed to have. While at the same time, she was also amused at Albel's moods. She never thought she would see the almighty Albel the Wicked suffering from hormones.
Back at the inn, Albel took Fayt directly to their bedroom, letting the stuff they used for the picnic in Mirage's hands.
"I am bored." Fayt announced, lying down on the bed with Albel next to him.
"I can fix that." Albel grinned, leaning over the younger one.
Fayt grabbed the now free pillow Albel had used and hit him over the head with it. "Keep your hands out of my pants. You promised!"
"Hey. I only promised not to fuck you. Never said anything about anything else." Albel growled, grabbing the pillow and throwing it to the floor. "Now stay still. I rather do this before they start annoying me about dinner."
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To Be Continued
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(Author's rants)
I know it's short! I'm sorry! I'm an
idiot! But, I nailed Bel's uncaring characteristic and nonchalant
attitude towards life in general! I love it! I'm so proud. Now I
know that if I watch House while writing this specific fic I can do
it. I love watching TV while typing.
PROPOSAL: I want help with the possible last chapter of this fic… uh, yeah. Gah. This is like asking people to help me write my novel (which is not a bad idea and have done before with not a good result….). The proposal is still up if anyone is interested. I just need a general idea of what you've written before (and where would be nice so I can read and see if it's good for what I want to do). Well, am I making ANY sense here? At all? Should I hit myself against the keyboard?
(Things you should know)
They're not so small anymore! Aww. But, Albel
is relentless. Plus, I'm still considering the whole "Luther
kidnapping Fayt because he's so damn cute" idea. I don't know.
It's rather idiotic.
(Reviews)
1. Miss Nox
– Noxshie! Dum-di-dum-di-dum. Heh. Are you still reading
"Earth-Sky"?
2. Dragonpaws – hullo! "Can we go back to puppy love?" hehehehe, priceless.
3. Azrael's-raven – here's an update!
Whoot! Thanks to everyone for the reviews! More! Um, next chapter will take longer. A lot longer. I had writer's block (and artist's block), and I haven't quiet shaken it off yet. So it'll take me a while longer to finish it. Sorry! I'll update as soon as I can, though!
