Title: Destiny (2/5)
Rating: PG
Genre: Flangst (Fluff/Angst) (In this part)
Warnings: No main story spoilers, shocking, Albel/Fayt ending spoilers
Summary: Fayt is re-evaluating his decision to stay on Elicoor II...
Word Count: 434
Comments: Ficlet written for the stagesoflove LJ community. The theme for this one is 'Romance'. Honestly, I think this theme was the hardest to come up with something for, considering your typical 'romance' isn't going to happen between these two.

Really, this isn't exactly 'Romantical' in nature at first glance, but if you look close enough, you can see something.

This can take place before or after Fayt and Albel's ending together.

Nothing seemed to be going the way Fayt had thought it would have. No matter how hard he tried to keep control of a situation, somehow, Albel would say something, just the right thing, to piss someone off. And that person always tended to be someone important as well.

'And then we find ourselves back outside, with no supplies, no maps, or any direction on where to go.'

And to top it all off, Albel would turn around and accuse him for not having any backbone. Sure, there were times when they walked into town, people would look at them and whisper. But Fayt was able to ignore the whispers and leers others made at them.

Not Albel, of course.

He flinched slightly and rubbed the small gash on his left arm. 'And some of those times, we end up having to fight our way out. Like today!' Sighing, he looked up to the starry night sky. 'Did I really make the right choice? Staying with Albel?'

He nearly jumped when he felt something warm brush against his arm. Instinct had him going for the hilt of his sword, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he looked into crimson eyes. "Albel..."

"Who did you think it was, fool?"

Not having the energy to start another argument, Fayt shook his head. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

"Head up in the clouds again, as always."

Sighing, Fayt turned back to the over hill, staring up at the sky, counting the stars like he did when he was little. 'Maybe I should've gone back after all. Nothing has changed really between us, we fight even more now. Maybe...'

He shivered as he felt a cool substance on his left arm. Fayt's eyes widen at the sight before him. "Albel, what are you...?"

"Be quiet, Leingod. Don't think I didn't notice the injury you sustained today and foolishly left unattended."

Fayt felt his cheeks flush. "But..."

"Be silent!"

Fayt nodded and watched the swordsman rubbed the green salve up and down his arm, occasionally inspecting the wound. Nodding, Albel took out a white wrap and with surprisingly gentleness, wrapped the bandage around Fayt's arm.

"Change that tomorrow night and make sure to rub this salve on it again. It should heal in a few days."

"Albel..."

Crimson eyes locked onto his own. All the doubts that plagued Fayt just a few minutes ago faded away. 'Just like before...'

"Thanks."

"Hmph," was the only reply Albel made as he walked away, back to the small camp they had set up. Smiling and shaking his head, Fayt followed.