-1Hi again! It's me again, with the next chapter of Hate me, Don't Love me!

Sorry for the delay, yo. Been quite busy writing a crossover romance for one of my friends…Although she didn't ask me to. I just felt compelled to do this…

Er…Don't hurt me! Oo;; You're lucky I had to stay home sick today…Heh. Nothing better to do. xD

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Ocean. I just own the made-ups featured…And that's all I have to say…Mwaha…Soooupp….And I don't own anything else in the story. I just wrote the fan fiction because I felt like it.

…………………….Chapter Seven: Interruptive Cliff………………………

Albel put his clawed hand on the hilt of his katana, staring at the large man in the door. "Well, well." He growled, gripping the wrapped hilt tightly. "It's a blonde gorilla."

"Gorilla…!" Cliff pounded one hand into the other, clenching his leather gloved fist. "Why I oughta…If the authoress wasn't standing behind me, holding a sharp pencil to my head, I'd keel you right now."

"You couldn't keel me even if I let you."

"O RLY!"

"YA RLY!"

"NO WAI!"

"YA WAI!"

"Cliff…Albel…Please, just get on with the story." Fayt whined, slumping in his shackles. "And stop with the owl thing."

"Fine." The two older men said in unison, clearing their throats. "Anyway…" Cliff fidgeted, adjusting his pants a bit. "Albel Nox, you cannot be allowed to keep him anymore. We need him." He pounded his fist into his open palm again.

The corner of Saruka's mouth twitched upwards at the cheesy line. "That is so cliché."

"I know. But the Authoress is such a cra--" Cliff stopped in mid-sentence, a feeling of major gloom coming over him. "Um…I mean…The Authoress is such a crabby person today, but she has a vast knowledge of…mo…vies?"

Flinch.

But nothing happened. Cliff swiped the sweat from his brow in relief, sighing. "Phew…Okay, basically what I'm trying to say is…I'm returning to Aquios. And I'm taking the bluenette with me!" He pointed at Fayt, before shoving Saruka aside and running at Albel…

…Who easily dodged with a sidestep, sending Cliff sprawling into the fireplace; his butt in the air.

Saruka, pinning herself to the wall, looking over at Cliff, then at Albel and Fayt who looked back. And then, sighing, Albel unlocked Fayt and kicked him forward. "Just pretend that never happened…Come on, we're going." He muttered bitterly, grabbing Fayt by the arm and dragging him out of the dungeon.

"DAMNIT!" Cliff exclaimed, thrashing wildly in an attempt to free himself from the fireplace; since his head was stuck between two pieces of hot wood. "I didn't slay that beast with my own two hands for nothing! COWARDS! GET BACK HERE!"

Saruka looked down at Cliff, blinking a bit before leaning down and picking up a random femur from the ground and repeatedly whacking the Klausian with it.

"Hehehehehehehe…."

………………….

Nel sat in the local pub, dressed in a Sherlock Holmes-ish outfit. The heavy brown coat covered most of her face and body, an old fashioned hat sitting lopsided atop her fiery red hair. An sunglasses masked her emerald optics. Leaning back in her chair with her feet propped up on the table, she sipped at her mug of coffee; little finger out.

"Excuse me…sir…" A short man asked, waving his stubby arms at Nel. Nel looked down at him, raising an eyebrow before pushing the chair back down with a heavy thunk. Then, in the deepest voice she could muster, she opened the right side of her jacket, revealing different herbs in vials.

"I'ma make you an offer you can't refuse, boy." She said in a heavy New York-ish accent, quoting a famous line from Scarface. "Yeah, see? I give you three herbs of yo choice, see? And you say you never saw me, see? Get it?"

The man sweat dropped, nodding a bit. "…How about I just leave you alone?"

"Then that's even better." Nel nodded, pulling the collar of her coat up a bit more to hide her smirk. "Now get lost, chum. Because believe me…If I started murdering people…"

A dramatic pause.

"…There'd be none of ya left."

The short man blinked, before turning around automatically and marching away like a wound-up toy soldier, muttering something about loonies and cross dressers. Nel sighed, putting her coffee mug down and slamming her head repeatedly on the scratched wooden surface of her table, while closing her coat again and buttoning it with one hand. This job was going to be the death of her someday…

Taking another sip of her hot coffee, and burning her tongue in the process, she recalled what Queen Aquaria had told her before she and Cliff had left to find Fayt.

"Nel." Aquaria said, smiling down at her from the throne. "I wish you luck on your journey."

Nel nodded back from her kneeling position on the polished floor. "I am honored, Your Majesty."

"Remember…When you're in trouble, start quoting from random movies. Trust me, it works."

"…Er…Right…"

Nel looked up as she heard the door slam open, watching two men dressed in black suits and wearing sunglasses roll dramatically in, stopping in a kneeling position and pointing large guns into the pub.

All went silent…

"Damnit K!" The silence broke suddenly. "I told you we were in the wrong place!" The darker skinned man yelled, shaking his head. "Alright people…We're just your friendly neighborhood M.I.B." He lowered his gun, reaching into his chest pocket and pulling out what Nel thought to be a clear tampon. "False alarm. We thought there were alie--" Then, he saw Nel…

"Whoa, hot mama! Look at that spicy redhead chick! Daaaamn, she's fine!"

Nel groaned, rolling her eyes and slamming her head on the table again. Then, suddenly…

WOOSH!

The heads of the two M.I.B agents went flying, landing bloodily atop the barkeeper's edition of Playboy. Nel looked up again, seeing a tall man, Albel to be exact, dragging the decapitated bodies out and tossing them into the streets before walking in, wiping the bloody blade of his sword on the doorframe and sheathing it.

Following behind Albel was a grossed out looking bluenette, who Nel immediately recognized to be Fayt. Her face went completely pale as she watched him cling to the other man's metal arm, burying his face into Albel's shoulder.

This so was not happening…

……………

BONK!

"HEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!" Saruka continued hitting Cliff, who squirmed in the fireplace.

"Bitch!" Cliff growled, struggling. "Coward! Free me, then we'll fight like men!"

"Correction." Saruka intoned robotically, smacking him on the arse with the femur. "Fight like a woman and a stupid gorilla."

"WHY YOU--"

BONK!

"Hehehehehe…."

…………………….Meanwhile, in the Pub…..

Albel and Fayt had taken a seat at a table next to Nel, Fayt sitting closest to her. But he didn't appear to be aware of her presence.

As Albel ordered their drinks, Nel leaned towards Fayt.

"Psst…Fayt…"

"…Huh?"

"Fayt, it's me, Nel."

Fayt blinked at her, before standing up and looking at Albel. "Albel, I have to go to the bathroom…" The swordsman looked up at him briefly, nodding before looking back at the waiter. Fayt gave Nel a 'follow me' look, before proceeding towards the bathroom.

Nel coughed, standing up and stretching before following him, aware of Albel's odd glances in her direction. But Fayt didn't go to the bathroom. He went out the back door of the pub, Nel found rather quickly, as he was waiting for her by the door.

Exiting, she shut the door behind her. "Fayt…?"

"NEL!" Fayt suddenly exclaimed, poking Nel's forehead from under her hat. "What's up with the Sherlock Holmes outfit?"

Nel sighed, removing the hat and shaking her head, trying to straighten out her red hair. "It's a disguise. Where's Cliff?"

"Getting his ass beaten by a crazy dungeon wench with a bone."

"What?"

…………………End of Chapter Seven

That didn't take me as long as I expected it to. Remember, R&R!