Title: I Thought I Knew You

Author: Ari!

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Ocean or Ororon. If I did, there'd be a TON more boy/boy scenes in both…Please don't sue me! I am penniless! Suing me may get you a nickel. Is a nickel really that important? I think not.

Warnings: OOCnes, AU, Shounen Ai-ness, Bad plot lines, Stuff animal abuse…

Notes: I'm only posting this cause my good friend Red Crow wont shut up till I do. I really had absolutely NO intention of ever posting this. I have NO idea where its going, and NO idea if I'll finish it. I warn you now.

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Chapter 1
The Wicked One

"Fayt! You ass wipe! Hurry up!" the girl with long, wavy, and odd blue hair screamed up the stairs. She wasn't sure which room she was screaming to, they'd just moved in after all, so she yelled as loudly as she could. "We're going to be late! If you make me late on the first day, trust me, you wont live to see the second!" she heard pounding and a loud thump as her brother ran around upstairs, the thump was most likely him falling on his ass. She watched him skid around the corner, blue hair messy and everywhere, as he all but fell down the insanely steep, and dangerous steps.

"My God, Maria! You didn't have to wait for me! You could've just left!" Maria grinned and began to circle her brother, inspecting him for the day. He had to look good on the first day, after all! A gray tank top, blue jeans, and messy disheveled blue hair, with a gray and blue backpack slung over his right shoulder. She wasn't sure why, but he was wearing his reading glasses too, maybe so he wouldn't forget them? Well whatever, the casual outfit looked good on his rather thin body. Really good, actually. If he weren't her brother, she'd date him. Maria watched him storm passed her and into the bathroom, coming out a moment later, hair neatly brushed.

'That just won't do…' she marched up and ran her fingers through the locks, shaking them a little as she went, successfully messing his hair up again.

"Hey!" he yelled in protest. His hand went up to try and smooth them back out. Maria shook her head and pointed at him.

"Leave it." She ordered. "It looks good, and it off sets your green eyes nicely." She watched Fayt shuffle back and forth nervously, wanting to protest, but a stern look from his sister made him wisely shut up.

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"Wow…It's so big!" Maria's eyes were wide as she took in the campus. It was top of the line, and one of the best schools around, Elicoor 2. The original Elicoor had been destroyed in an earthquake, so the rumor was that when they rebuilt it, the rebuilt it 100 times better than the old one. The place had everything, dorms, gardens, a pool, tennis courts, soccer fields, football fields, volleyball nets, tracks, fountains, even a small café was built on the grounds for students to eat lunch.

"Maria! Hello!" Fayt waved a hand in front of her face to get her attention. It worked, but only after he snapped his fingers a couple times.

"Uh! Uh…Wha?" she blinked rapidly, a blush spreading across her face as she realized she had been spacing.

"Maria, are you sure you want to live in the dorms?" she may not have been his full sister, but he still cared for her a lot. When she announced that she wanted to live in the dorms, their parents had been shocked, but accepting. Fayt, on the other hand, was insanely worried about her. They may have been close in age, but she was smaller than him, and she liked picking fights.

"Fayt…of course I-"

"Shut the hell up, you blond ape!" Fayt and Maria turned to see who had yelled out like that. Their eyes fell on a small group of four, standing off to the side by a couple of trees a few yards away.

"Hey, sister!" the blond yelled back. "I don't have to do anything I don't feel like doing." He was muscular, wearing a tight blackish green tank top and matching, baggy pants. Standing a little behind him was a woman with short red hair. She wore an overall dress with low cut armholes, a brown undershirt kept anything important from being seen through them. The skirt part was short, really short, but she compensated by wearing thigh high socks. An odd scarf was twisted around her neck, the ends almost reaching to the ground.

"What a weird outfit…" Maria mumbled. "I wonder what the scarf's for…" Fayt agreed with her, but his eyes were locked on the other pair, mainly the man who'd called the other a 'Blond Ape.'

The most noticeable thing about him was his hair. Most of it was shaggy and about ear length, almost all raven black except the tips and under hair, which was golden blond. In the back, he had two long rat-tails wrapped neatly in cloth, reaching almost to the ground. The ends of them where also blond in color. It really didn't faze Fayt, whose hair was naturally blue… His clothes were plain, almost normal; black jeans, and a dark purple tank top. His face was graced with a wicked grin as he stared down the blond.

The other guy stood off to the side, cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He also had shaggy red-brown hair and a black streak under his left eye. When he focused more, Fayt noticed they were three beauty marks in a neat row, each one smaller than the next. Black dress pants, with a long sleeve black shirt made him look very thin and long. His eyes were closed, he looked like he was sleeping, but Fayt figured he wasn't.

The red head noticed them, and in turn, everyone else noticed them when her gaze fell on Fayt and his sister. Well, everyone except the guy smoking. His eyes stayed closed. Fayt shifted uncomfortably on his feet as all their eyes fell on them.

'Great,' he thought 'First day and I'm already standing out.' He glanced over at Maria. The girl wore a face of stone; she expected a fight. The creepy guy with rat-tails began to slowly make his way toward them, his smirk growing even bigger, if that was possible. It startled Fayt, the guy's eyes were the color of vermilion: blood red.

"So, you're new here, aren't you, maggot?" he rested his palm on his slim hip, and Fayt noticed just how skinny this man was. The blond guy and the red head hurried over to stand between them.

"Bug off." The blond scoffed; he made sure he stood directly in front of Fayt to block him from view. Rat-tail, evil eye, guy sneered.

"I'll leave, you stupid monkey, but only because I can't be late for class agin." He stormed back to where the other guy was, tapped him on the shoulder, and then made his way across the grass to the building. The blond snorted and the woman sighed in relief. Maria raised an eyebrow at her.

"You scared of him or something?" the woman's eyes went wide and her skin paled. She looked utterly shocked.

"Of course! That's Albel!"

"Albel?" Fayt mumbled thoughtfully, his eyes watched the tiny figures disappear into the building. The blond laughed and slapped Fayt on the back.

"Albel, The Wicked and his lackey, Ororon, The Demon King. Don't mess with them newbies, they'll kick your ass so hard, it'll come out your eyes." Maria snorted and crossed her arms, unimpressed.

"I'm not scared of him. He's thinner than a twig!"

"And stronger than a God." The red head mumbled.

Fayt shook his head in disbelief. "I think he's cool."

The blond man's mouth dropped open in shock. "No way, kid. You stay away from him. They're nicknamed like that for a reason." A bell rang in the distance and Maria hurried off without even a goodbye.

"See ya around, kid." The blond held up a hand to wave. "By the way, I'm Cliff Fittir, a junior."

The red head bowed low. "I'm Nel Zelpher, a sophomore." And they both walked off towards the building.

"See ya later, kid!" Cliff yelled over his shoulder as a final farewell.

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Lunch found Fayt lounging in a tree near campus, a piece of French bread hanging out of his mouth. He hadn't seen Maria at all that day, nor had he seen Cliff or Nel, not that they were friends or anything. Though, on the flip side, he hadn't seen Albel or Ororon either. The Gods must be happy with him.

Fayt had almost dozed off in the afternoon sun when a tiny rock hit him in the leg. The bread dropped from his mouth, falling to the ground as he glared down at the person who'd so rudely interrupted his nap.

"Hey, kid," Cliff called up. "You're going to fall if you sleep up there." For some reason, Fayt saw his eyes filled with mirth, as if the thought of him falling was amusing. Nel came up behind him a moment later, her gaze following Cliff's to spot Fayt in the tree.

"May Apris protect you, Fayt!" she yelled up, praying for him. Fayt frowned, he didn't want her praying for him, and it wasn't that high up. He glanced down and sighed. Okay, to most people, it probably seemed high, but to him, he could jump from here easily. And he did. Nel shrieked and Cliff swore. When Fayt landed lightly on the ground, Cliff looked ready to smack him, but the blond forgot about that when he remembered why he had sought out the boy in the first place.

"Hey, Fayt! You side up with Albel or something?" Cliff stared him down, promising pain and hatred if he said yes. Fayt, on the other hand, was completely confused.

"No. I haven't even seen him since this morning." Cliff eyed him carefully and Nel kept her face expressionless. "You two have to believe me." Fayt implored.

"Yeah, yeah, I believe you. It's just, he's going around saying that you're his or something like that." Fayt paled and his stomach churned a little. Cliff must have noticed, because he rested a large hand on his shoulder and told him not to worry about it, but he wasn't scared or anything, it was just the thought of being owned, and by Albel, that made his stomach flip.

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As it turned out, the God's weren't completely happy with Fayt that day, because Albel turned up in his physics class. Luckily, it was the last class of the day, so he wasn't too worried. Fayt glanced over at The Wicked One; Albel seemed to be sleeping as the teacher, Mr. Lasabard, lectured and the funny thing was, Mr. Lasabard didn't seem to mind at all, and Fayt couldn't understand why. Every other student with his or her head down was scolded. Were even the teachers afraid of Albel, The Wicked?

"Albel? Could you come up and solve the problem?" Mr. Lasabard did little more than glance at him. The Wicked Once snorted, his head never leaving the desk and his eyes never opening.

"No." he coldly replied. Mr. Lasabard sighed, and tapped his pencil on the desk, waiting patiently.

"Is there anyone else who'd like to try?" not a single person raised their hands, and the teacher frowned. Finally, Fayt raised his hand, and Mr. Lasabard nodded. "Awesome! A victim!" and he jumped up to write the problem on the green black board.

Fayt began writing down the formula and working it out on the board. His hands were a little shaky from nerves, and his messy scrawl looked even worse than it normally did.

The boy turned to wait and see if he'd done it properly. Mr. Lasabard stared at him for a moment, not saying anything. Fayt began to worry, and he could feel his face getting warm. Finally, the teacher nodded and the boy let out a breath of relief. As he walked back to his desk, he glanced over to where Albel was sitting and almost tripped. One of Albel's eyes was cracked open and staring at him, watching him sit back down. Fayt almost swore The Wicked One was smiling.

Half way through class the teacher allowed them a little free time to 'rejuvenate' as he called it. Fayt watched as students jumped up to stretched, most hurrying around the room to talk to friends. A girl leaned out the window to yell to someone down below and a couple boys were throwing paper bits at people. Fayt, on the other hand, just wanted to sleep. Math made him tired. His rested on the cold desk, and he just sat there, not moving an inch. Someone dropped into the seat in front of him, but he ignored them, they weren't his friends.

Fayt chuckled to himself. With that attitude, he wouldn't ever make friends. Not that he really needed them. His parents moved a lot, who knew when he'd be transferring out again. Unless…he could stay in the dorms like his sister, that way, if they moved, he wouldn't have to transfer. A cold hand landed on his head, startling him from his thoughts.

"Hey, maggot. Your skills in physics are…decent." Fayt glanced up to see Albel grinning like crazy at him. The man had his head resting in his palm and his red eyes sparkled with promised pain and suffering.

"Uh…thank you." Fayt was a little unsure of how to respond to that. From the rumors he'd heard about Albel, the man wasn't one to give out compliments very easily. They both sat there, staring at each other, Fayt not sure what to do or say, and Albel enjoying Fayt's discomfort. After a few moments of silence, The Wicked One shifted from his seat to stare at Fayt straight on.

"So…do you hate me?" Fayt was considerably taken a back by that question. Supposedly, Albel The Wicked didn't give a rat's ass about anyone or anything except himself. He glanced up to see if the man was kidding, but Albel just sat there, watching him, waiting for an answer, almost daring him to not say anything, or maybe daring him to say something…

'Arg! This guy is crazy! Anyway I say could be wrong, but then, if I don't answer, that could be wrong too!' Finally, Fayt just gave up and took the question as it was, and tried to answer truthfully.

"Not really. Why? Should I?" Fayt caught the look of surprise that flashed across Albel's face, but it was quickly covered up with a smirk. The man leaned forward a little.

"Oh come now. I'm sure you've heard the rumors." Fayt raised an eyebrow, but at least talking was becoming more comfortable.

"Yes. So?"

"Don't they annoy you?" Albel asked seriously, eyes never leaving Fayt's face, a look of semi-confusion beginning to form.

"No. They just confuse me a little. You claim me? How? As a friend? You claim me as prey? You claim me as a rival? You claim me as a potential lover? Or possibly a potential groupie-"

"Groupie's, as you put it, tend to be lovers." He interrupted.

Fayt's eyes narrowed a little. "Ororon?" the boy asked.

Albel smirked and sat back, a chuckle coming out clear and soft. "Jealous?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Fayt's eyes narrowed and he glared at the man across from him. "Not at all. I'm straight." He replied promptly. Albel laughed softly again.

"That's what your friend Cliff said too, before I got to him." Before Fayt could comment, he continued talking. "Anyway, to answer your question, No, Ororon is as straight as any man could be."

"Excuse me."

Fayt and Albel both turned to glance up at the intercom, which had just sounded through the room.

"Yes?" Mr. Lasabard called out.

"I'm sorry for interrupting, but is Fayt Leingod in class?"

"He sure is, want me to send him down?"

"Yes, please." And the intercom chimed off. Fayt glanced over at the teacher, who nodded quickly.

"You heard the woman. Take your stuff, you probably wont be back any time soon." Fayt nodded and shoved all his books and papers into his bag. He stood up and gave Albel one last glance, to see if the man wanted to say anything before he left.

"See ya, maggot." Fayt glared at him and marched out the door with a quiet 'Whatever.'

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"Thank you very much." Fayt stepped out of the office, his book bag slung over his shoulder, and the piece of paper still held tightly in his hand. The words written on it were very ornate and neat. He wasn't sure why, but the woman had given him a dorm number, even though Fayt really didn't plan on staying in the dorms. He glanced down at the paper and found himself wondering if Cliff, Nel, Albel, or even Ororon stayed in the dorms.

'F2 - R2013 - F. Leingod - Dlb'

Translation: Floor 2, Room 2013, Fayt Leingod, Double.

'Oh well,' he thought silently. 'It wouldn't hurt to look.'

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The room was nicer than he'd expected. Most dorms were tiny and cramp, but these were extremely spacious. Each room was designed to fit in one large king size bed, or two doubles, a complete solid oak desk, already outfitted with a computer or laptop and other stationary. There was a large walk in closet and a couch, which was placed right in front of your very own fireplace. The décor was Victorian in nature, the predominant colors being dark brown.

The one luxury they could not afford, however, was the use of showers. Unfortunately, there was to be a public bathroom for all the occupants to share (two for each floor). Each bathroom was made up about twenty stalls, so there was no need for anyone invading any one else's privacy.

It seemed that the dorm given to Fayt was a double, meaning the beds were doubles, instead of a large king size, but the closet was bigger and there was two desks instead of one. Fayt peeked his head outside the door and glanced at the nameplate next to it. There were two spots, and the top one was filled.

"Wataru Fujii..." he mumbled. "I wonder what he's like..." Fayt closed the door with a quiet click, and made his way out of the building. He had class soon anyway, he'd think about the dorms later.

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"There he is!" Nel elbowed Cliff roughly in the side and pointed into the crowd.

"Where? I don't see him!" the blond yelled, he had his arm slung around the waist of another woman with orange blond hair and green eyes dressed in khaki.

"Right there! FAYT!" she yelled suddenly, waving a hand high in the air. He spotted them and waved, holding up a finger to make them wait a moment. Nel smiled and nodded, watching him turn to finish up whatever conversation he was having to the person next to him. Her mouth dropped down when she saw Albel walk away, an irritated scowl marred his face. "Cliff! Mirage!" she hissed. "Why was Fayt with Albel?" both of them gave a shrug. Mirage didn't even know Fayt yet, and though she knew Albel, it wasn't her right to judge others. She was pretty sure that Albel had his reasons for being a wicked bastard.

"Hey everyone." he smiled and went to stand with them. "I was wondering, do any of you stay in the dorms?" Nel, Cliff, and Mirage glanced at each other in wonder. Why in the world would that question come up?

"Uh...yeah, we all do." Cliff replied. "Mirage and Nel live too far away, and I just don't like my house. Why?" Fayt shrugged and smiled.

"I don't know, I was just thinking about staying there too. My sister is after all. By the way, have either of you seen Maria today? I can't find her anywhere." All of them shook their heads and Fayt felt a little disappointed. Oh well, he'd go find her room later. Fayt finally realized that he didn't know the woman standing with Cliff, and blushed. "Uh...sorry. I'm Fayt Leingod. A freshman." Mirage smiled and nodded.

"Mirage Kos, junior. It's nice to meet you." the woman bowed, and Cliff grinned from ear to ear.

"This here's my wench!" he announced loudly. Mirage glared at him, a swift jab in the ribs made him apologize rather quickly, a sheepish look spread across his face. "Actually, she's my girlfriend, she's here studying archaeology." Fayt bowed back and smiled, yet he couldn't keep himself from thinking about what Albel had said earlier about Cliff. He glanced at Nel, who was scowling fiercely, with arms crossed.

"Nel...what's wrong?" he asked quietly, unsure why the woman was glaring at him. Nel's scowl deepened and she jabbed a finger right in his face.

"You lied to us!" she declared, much to Fayt's shock. "You said you had nothing to do with The Wicked One and The Demon King!" Fayt's eyes widened as he realized what she was talking about, and then he laughed.

"Nel, I didn't lie. We have physics together. I was called out early to get my dorm number, and I was simply asking him the assignment. I didn't have a choice, I don't know anyone else." he explained. It was a lame excuse, and a lie, but the last thing he wanted was Nel angry with him. Once you actually talked to Albel, he wasn't that bad, he just had a lot of strong, bloodthirsty opinions. Not to mention he was stubborn, hot headed, egotistical, and wouldn't listen to a word anyone else said, still, he wasn't that bad. Fayt glanced around, out of the three people, only Mirage smiled and nodded.

"I'm sure you didn't lie," she said, the look in her eye's made Fayt cringe. This woman was sharp, she'd seen right through him. Cliff didn't buy the story either, but if Mirage was okay with it, then he was too. After all, Mirage was never wrong.

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Fayt lay on the bed in his dorm, he figured he'd stay there a while, just to see if he liked it. The bed across from his was still empty, Wataru had yet to show up and introduce himself. The boy turned his head to the side, glancing at the clock with sleepy eyes. The number 3:17am glared back at him in large red digits, and Fayt groaned. He would be dead on his feet tomorrow morning! God help him, he might have to skip a class to nap on the roof or something.

A key in the door jerked him wide-awake as he bolted upright to see who was coming in. A man, who was holding another guy in his arms, kicked the door open. Said guy in arms was sleeping, and his ride marched in and gently set him on the bed. The man clicked on a side light, and the sudden burst of illumination made Fayt's eyes sting, after a moment, the light spots disappeared and he could get a good look at who had come in so rudely at 3 am.

The sleeping boy was tucked under the covers, so the only thing Fayt could really pick out was his brown hair. The one that had carried him in had blond hair, and blue gray eyes; he too, looked beat and tired. The blond glanced at him, and nodded. In a quiet voice he introduced himself.

"You must be Wataru's new roommate." Fayt nodded silently, still a little shocked. "I'm Yuichi Kazuki, Wataru's boyfriend. Sorry for waking you." he turned, clicked off the light, and left, locking the door behind him. Everything was exactly like it was before, except now there was the quiet noise of breathing off to Fayt's left.

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End Notes:

Yeah, This was my first chapter fic ever, and it's currently finished, with a sequel in progress. Even though most of these chapters have been gone over at least a few times, there are still tons of punctuation mistakes that I've taken to editing out.

So, this story is under editing, but for those of you who have already read the story, don't worry, nothing important changes at all. You DO NOT need to read it again. I've only changed spelling, grammar, and other errors.

And thank you to everyone who reviewed this fic and all my others! It means so much to me! I love you all soooo much! (Hands out cookies)

Is it just me, or didn't Mirage look like some woman who would be into archeology? Well, she did for me….

And I thought I should mention, since I just noticed it, that freshman and sophomores don't have their own bathrooms, but juniors and seniors do. So when you hear about Albel's bathroom, don't be confused.