Third chapter is up, and I'm itchin' tas write here! Woo …..Oookay, maybe I'll cut this one short also…Losing it already…Bahhhh….Okay, let's get this chapter going before I lose it entirely…:pulls out megaphone: ACTION: plops down in director's chair:

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Disclaimer: I do not own Star Ocean…I swear, I don't….You know I don't…STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT:hides:

………..Decisions-From Albel's POV

Woltar was smiling. Stupidly smiling, but still it was smiling….And I don't like smiling…The tips of my metal claws rapped loudly against the scratched wooden surface of the meeting table, my chin resting in the palm of my good hand. Now then….Why was I here again? Something about people coming to save that boy down in the dungeon? Speaking of dungeon,…Where did that wench run off to? I'm thirsty.

"Albel. Pay attention, boy."

I closed my eyes slowly, deliberately emptying my lungs in a frustrated sigh. At this rate, the old man will never stop talking. Oh well. If he keeps this up, I'll gouge out his eyeballs with the claws, and then I'll-

"Albel!"

"Huh?" I peeked over at the man sitting besides me, my lips twisting into a sneer. Duke Vox. Something really bugs me about him…Maybe it's just because he knows my secrets…Or, maybe it's just that he's a squirming little maggot that can't do his own work without thinking? "What is it, Vox…"

Woltar shook his head, his eyes closed. I swear that the old man's nose is growing bigger each passing second….Disgusting worm….I folded my arms across my chest, leaning back in my chair. Being the captain of the Black Brigade did have it's ups and chairs were definitely one of the ups.

"The rumors state that several strangely dressed people have been sighted staying at the inn in Arias. I suspect that these people are from Aquarian territory. Even if they are not, we still have to take precautions. The Kingdom of Aquaria will do anything to win. Vox shall bring them here…And see to it that the Inquisitor does his work."

I quirked an eyebrow in amusement, my eyes still closed. Vox's Inquisitor loves his job too much…I should do the interrogating, not him….

"May I request…That I do the asking of the questions?" The words seemed to roll off my tongue like water. I hated that feeling….

Vox and Woltar eyed me curiously…It seemed as if they thought I had something on my face….Do I have something on my face?

"I would ask you to do that, Albel, but my Inquisitor is the best around. Nobody escapes him."

"Your Inquisitor loves his job too much." I snapped, turning to face Vox. My eyes were narrowed in spite, but I still managed to keep my trademark smirk plastered upon my face. Duke Vox has another thing coming if he thinks that his lackey works better than I, Albel Nox, Captain of the Black Brigade.

"What's the matter, old man? At a loss of words?" I grinned at Vox, turning back to face Woltar. "I shall be the temporary Inquisitor. No questions about it, or I guarantee that your death will be slow and painful."

Woltar leaned forward, resting his forehead in the palms of his hands as I stood up to leave at return to the dungeon. His eyes were closed, and I pretty much had the feeling that he wanted to say something to me, but couldn't. His mouth just wouldn't work. Vox continued to eye me suspiciously, his eyes narrowed and his lips pursed together. Bah, it made him look like the old and crippled maggot he really was…

"I await orders from the king for when I will depart for Arias."

Finally, Woltar lifted his head and stared at me with a strange kindness in his eyes. "You know, boy, you remind me of myself when I was young…."

Startled by his words, I whipped around quickly and let the words flow rapidly. "When you were young you were nothing but immoral imbecile that couldn't think for himself! Do not think I do not remember just because I was a nothing but a mere child with nobody to care for!" My chest was heaving after I finished, my eyes fixed into my most menacing glare. "You're fortunate that I have better things to do."

Woltar chuckled to himself, resting his forehead in the palms of his hands. "You get your temper from Glou…But there is a hidden passion within you, inherited from your mother…Elzabeth."

My eyes widened. That maggot was talking about my parents again…Who does he think he is!

"You, Woltar, know NOTHING about my parents!" "On the contrary, Albel. I know more than you ever will."

With those words, I dropped all defense, backing off with an incredulous look on my tan-skinned face…Did he really have to say that? "Touché, old man…Touché…."

I continued on way, slowly opening the dungeon's door with a shaking hand. Something that Woltar had said back there really scared me…But why? Slowly I stepped down the cold rock that they have carved the stairs from, the sounds of my footsteps echoing off the walls. In the distance, I could hear the groaning of the other prisoners, and the droplets of water that fell from the moss-coated ceiling.

My clawed hand clenched the hilt of my katana as I stopped infront of the cell door that lead into the room where the Aquarian boy was held. I started to wonder what it really felt like to not be able to fight back.

"Holding hostages have never been my style…" I smirked, grabbing a loaf of bread off the nearest table and walked inside, kicking the door closed behind me. I noticed the blue-haired boy was struggling against the chains, trying in vain to grab one of the shackles that bound his wrists.

"Don't bother, boy. Those are the strongest around. Made especially for you."

He gave me a harsh glare, but then allowed his green optics to trail downward to the loaf in my good hand. Fayt's left eye twitched a bit, before he went limp in the chains, groaning. I had to admit, the boy was amusing me, groaning like that. Slowly I made my way over to stand infront of him, leaning over to look at him at eyelevel. His eyes were narrowed at me, but I didn't care. Not at all. Smiling quietly to myself, I began to rip off chunks of bread and hold them up to his mouth.

"What are…You doing!" Fayt struggled a bit, but gave in and accepted the bread. His face was a bit pale…Must have thought I was trying to kill him or something.

"I'm feeding you, maggot. Don't take it the wrong way…I'm in charge of you. Not Vox. I know that he gave the wench, Saruka, orders not to feed you."

Fayt leaned towards me, a slight blush rising up on his cheeks. "You're acting on your own accord?" I could feel myself blushing as well…He was so close to me…Quickly I pulled away, biting my bottom lip. "Don't take it the wrong way, fool." The hell? Is that Aquarian maggot trying to seduce me? Because it's working…

He pulled back as well, smirking to himself. God damn it…He must be some sort of symbologist with a new spell to seduce people? He better not be…I dusted off my good hand onto my skirt, picking up the leather whip from within the chest nearby with my gauntleted hand. "Alright, enough talk. It's time to play now…"

Fayt's eyes widened as he tried to get as far away from me as possible. "Oh, shit…."

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I'm ending it there. :hums: I wrote a lot today...Hehe…I just ended it because I dunno what else to put. RR, please:waves: