Alright people! I'm back! And I feel alive! Muahahahaha! …I think…Woot? I'm sorry for leaving you! I was just busy writing an FMA (Full Metal Alchemist) thing for my sister…Forgive me? Pretty please? Pretty please with sugar on top? Oo

Well then…let's get this chapter started. I have no intention of causing any displeasure, soooo….

Disclaimer: I do not own Star ocean, or it's characters, or any part of this dang game! Get it straight! Gee! ….And yes, I am positive that Albel's mother's name is Elzabeth...Say it with me, E-L-Z-A-B-E-T-H! -twitch twitch- But in this story, I do own Saruka, Evelith, Shadow, and some others…My sister owns some of them too. These characters will magically appear if you tilt your head back, stare at the ceiling while cross eyed, and recite the words 'hdougbousgduoguaguo auosguf husfgoauf' backwards! Good luck! -evil laughter-

…………….Shadow the Tailor

"…Oh, shit…" Fayt whispered, his eyes widening at the sight of the whip. "Uh…Uh…" He twitched, trying to pull back farther away from the wicked one, but only ended up meeting solid wall. Damn rock structures…Damn them all! "Get away!"

Albel chuckled to himself, cracking the whip loudly. It was true, he had obtained a new respect for prisoners like Fayt. They didn't give you any time to do your business…You just had to stay there, chained to the wall with shit and whatnot running down your leg. Laying his eyes upon the trembling body, the ebony-haired swordsman dropped the whip to the ground and held up the loaf of bread, tearing off a piece and holding it to his captive's lips.

"Open your mouth. Now."

Albel twitched a little bit, pushing the piece of stale bread into Fayt's mouth with his index claw. Now, why did he say he was going to feed him again? Was he…Sexually attracted to the boy? Er…No…Not possible for Albel 'the Wicked' Nox…Right? That really can't be possible! Albel shook his head, shoulder-length locks of ebony hair tipped with a dark blonde brushing against his fair-skinned cheeks. Well, if Fayt was also attracted to him, Albel couldn't really blame him. It was common for women to fall for his body…Wait a second…

Fayt isn't a woman…He's a man. Albel gulped, pushing another piece of bread into Fayt's mouth, his expression remaining neutral. Blank. Nothing…For a few moments deep crimson optics met emerald green, freezing in place. Albel's breathing was shallow and barely audible as his eyes traveled downwards, but snapped back up. He didn't just go there…Albel the Wicked did not just go there.

"If you aren't feeling well, I'll be happy to feed myself." Fayt's voice had brought Albel back to life, wide emerald optics staring intently at Albel's unusually pale face. It seemed as though Fayt was expecting Albel to untie him, to unchain him, or to fall over dead any second now. The wicked man shot a glare in Fayt's direction, flexing his metal claw in a show of his unusually large pride…the pride he refused to swallow. The pride he refused to conceal. The pride that got his ass kicked several times by Duke Vox. Just the thought of the conceited man made Albel shudder slightly in rage.

"No, I cannot take any chances with somebody such as…" Albel stopped talking, subconsciously lifting the half-eaten loaf of bread to his own lips and inserting it into his mouth, nibbling it a bit. His crimson gaze roved from the crest-fallen boy to the area near the next set of shackles that were attatched to the wall. The dark one twitched, grinning like a madman which caused his teeth to dig into a stale grain of the bread, breaking off some pieces that deposited into his mouth.

"Hey! I thought that was for me!" Fayt complained, glaring bitterly at Albel, the left corner of his mouth twitching slightly in annoyance. Albel did not just eat it. He did not…He did not…He did. The blue-haired embodiment of destruction sighed, slumping down in the chains.

The raven haired swordsman stole a glance in the other's direction, his cold gaze lingering upon the weakened one. No doubt that his friends would come to save him, taking into mind how long Fayt had been here. Spitefully Albel narrowed his eyes at his prisoner, his smile widening. "They won't come for you." He whispered, snapping his head forward to look at Fayt, his blonde-tipped locks falling gently over his shoulders and settling back into place. With a cat's grace, the Wicked one lifted his metal gauntlet, slamming it into the cobblestone constructed wall next to Fayt's head, supporting himself as he leaned forward.

"Ah, my beautiful blue-haired warrior…" Albel purred, wrapping the whip around his good hand and lifting up Fayt's chin with it, a wicked smile piercing his lips. What the hell…? What did he think he was doing, exactly? The blood drained from Fayt's face, not only from the closeness, but from what Albel had said. About the 'They won't come for you', and the 'My beautiful blue-haired warrior' parts.

Fayt's breaths came in short pants as Albel drew even closer, suddenly ceasing as the dark swordsman laid his lips over his own. They were just so soft…Unmarred…Just so angelic. To him, these weren't the lips of a madman, or a warrior with a mean streak and lust for bloodshed and death…

To Fayt Leingod, Albel was like some kind of fallen angel descent from Heaven itself with his wings consumed in flame. He had to resist the temptation to kiss him back but…He just couldn't. Fayt couldn't…He just…

Fiercely he returned the kiss, leaning as far as he was able to from his bonds. The tip of Albel's tongue pressed at Fayt's lips, demanding entrance. Almost instantly Fayt parted his lips, letting his would-be nemesis's tongue slither into his mouth. For a moment, their tongues danced with each other, entwining passionately before parting slowly, lips lingering upon each other before ending the bittersweet moment.

"…You kiss good." Albel whispered, chuckling darkly to himself.

"…I'd say the same for you." Fayt breathed, leaning back against the wall.

"And I'd say you two need to get a room." Came another voice, drawing the two's attention almost immediately.

A sultry woman stood in the doorway of the cell, her curvaceous figure veiled in shadows, the dull light flickering over her body, illuminating her gentle features. She bit her lip, stretching it slightly and seemingly unable to feel the pain that her own teeth caused her. Crossing her arms over her breasts gently, she watched the two with violet optics before letting her cold gaze rove from the two down to the stone floor of the specially constructed prison.

The woman shifted her weight on her legs, her hips swaying as she did so. Her raven dress accented the curves of her voluptuous body. Quizzically, she raised her eyebrows at them, awaiting a reply. Her raven locks of hair brushed behind her ear, you couldn't really tell that she was a deceiving person. She looked more of a noble than any.

She chuckled softly to herself, leaning forward. "Sir Albel…" The woman asked in a huskily seductive voice.

She was pretty. Gorgeous even. Fayt would've easily fallen for her, if he wasn't already captivated by his handsome, dark holder.

……..Yeah right!

Fayt would've fallen for her…

If she was actually a woman. The being that stood in the doorway was slim like Albel, shoulder-length tresses of silken raven hair brushed behind one ear, bangs of ebony having fallen over one of the alluring violet optics. Alas, it was true. This person, this thing with humanoid features, was…A man. The features that Fayt had seen before were just a result of his daze. The 'dress' was certainly NOT a dress, but delicately woven article of clothing, namely a robe, that had been dyed black with an artificial appealing sheen.

"Well?" He asked, staring intently at Albel with his one eye.

Albel was just as speechless at Fayt at the moment, but had the words taken right out of his mouth by his own prisoner.

"We don't need a room…" Fayt smiled nervously at the newcomer, chuckling softly. "…And you startled us."

"We mistook you for a woman." Albel stated simply, looking at the young runologist.

The young tailor's left eyebrow twitched as the dark Captain worded their mistake, his lips pursing into a thin line and eyes narrowing spitefully. These people did NOT know respect. These people did NOT know how to comment upon good looks. And certainly, these people did NOT just say what he thought they said.

"HOW DARE YOU!" Yelled the tailor, his tone of voice becoming quite harsh. "I DO NOT LOOK LIKE A WOMAN!"

"You sure? You have breasts." Fayt stated simply, looking blankly at the outraged tailor man.

"I DON'T HAVE BREASTS! ARGH!" Out of nowhere, a rather long pole forged from what appeared to be damask had appeared in his hands as he advanced towards the Captain and prisoner, a malicious gleam in his eye. "I'll teach you the consequences of saying such a thing…"

"Bring it on, fool." Albel's lips hitched up into a smirk as he pulled away from Fayt, his hand immediately going to the hilt of his katana.

……..End.

I'm leaving it there! Once again, I'm sorry for not updating in like…Forever…Forgive me…!