Disclaimer: Once upon a time there was a princess named Tolanya. She was sitting in the back of her math class writing fanfiction, when one of the many morons that infect her school asked her what she was doing. And she answered, "I, Tolanya, do not own Star Ocean. This delicious Albel is not mine. But I'm writing about him, if you must know."
Date Posted: November 17, 2005
Author's Note: Chapter 3. Ah yes. My grandma keeps coming down here and living in the office so I can't type up fanfiction. Then I got banned from he computer. Because I'd rather write than do homework. And now she's here again. Oh, and I have to go to church when meh grandma's here. Blaaaaaaah.You've read this fanfiction. You should know I hate church. Oh shit, I'm rambling. Fuck this, just read the goddamn chapter, it's what you're here for.
Chapter 3: Wedding Day
Fayt found himself being prepared for his wedding yet again. This place is feeling less like a house and more like a tomb. A woman next to him, as if reading his thoughts, remarked, "You look so….dead. Cheer, up, it's the best day of your life!" Before Fayt could react, a flowery perfume was sprayed in his face. I thought I was supposed to be more manly than flowers? He choked on the heavy perfume as it fell into his open mouth, and Fayt was unable to respond to the woman aloud.
"Hm…" she muttered, sniffing the air and spraying more perfume, which served only to cloud Fayt's vision. Around him, he could only hear girls squealing about how adorable he looked, or who they would dance with at the wedding. I guess there's no backing out now…Doem's final wish may never be carried out. "Alright, now you just head off to that wedding, and don't make a mess of things!" A slender hand pushed Fayt out of the room and into a long empty hallway.
"Better get going," he muttered and walked down the marble hallway to an empty elevator. Stepping into the space, Fayt noted that it, too was decorated. White curtains hung over mirrored walls, and a bouquet of white flowers was stapled neatly to the wall in each corner. He twisted his mouth and wondered if he was the only one blinded by all the white. I swear I'm never going to another wedding again. Except, of course, that Sophia gets to decide what to do with my life.
Fayt spun to face the array of white buttons. This elevator only went up to ten, but he was almost certain there were fifteen floors in the mansion. Why one woman and her servants needed fifteen floors was beyond him, but the number of floors in Sophia's house was the least of his concerns. The elevator moved slowly down, giving Fayt time to ponder the doom it was bringing him to.
"Sophia Esteed…" he whispered. "My childhood friend, and later my enemy.. Miss perfect. Prom queen in her senior year too, according to everyone else." Fayt hadn't been in school by that point, having run away with Albel halfway through his junior year of highschool. "I suppose," he mused, "she had her share of problems beneath the perfect mask. It does take a rather…troubled person to force a gay man to be your husband because you think it would make you perfect."
He sat down, now thinking more deeply about how strange Sophia was to someone who had seen her become what she is now. "Always trying so hard to be perfect….it's kind of covered up who she really is…or was." He could clearly recall now, how she had never failed at anything. "She must have spent most of her life practicing…for anything she might ever have to do." Yes, it seemed Sophia knew how to do everything. Fayt had never questioned it before- some people are just like that. "Then again, I wouldn't put it past Sophia to go out of her way to be perfect…It must be hard. Even for her." He laughed a little. "But I'm about the last guy to start showing her some sympathy right now."
The elevator gave a cheerful ding as it reached the first floor. "Regardless of her (or my) mental condition, she's my bride now." He twisted his mouth. "Fayt Esteed….nah, sounds lame. Oh well." The metals doors slid neatly open, and the blue haired man carefully stepped onto the marble floor, and snuck to the back of the aisle.
Thousands of eyes were on Fayt and he nearly stumbled as he stepped onto the aisle. It seemed, to him, like a long path of doom. Approaching the altar, he turned around, and was relieved of the pressure of all the people staring as Sophia entered. She was, of course, wearing a new and stylish white dress. It was strapless, with silver patterns on the top, and it dragged behind her gracefully in layers. There were ohhs and ahhs from the women in the crowd, many of whom poked their husbands, trying to get a similar response. Somewhere a little girl whispered, "Cinderella!" only to shushed by her mother.
Fayt and Sophia, however, had locked eyes. Fayt was glaring angrily, while Sophia smiled obliviously like a broken Barbie doll. She reached the altar and smiled again at the priest as thunder boomed outside. "Lovely storm we're having," she whispered to Fayt. He smiled back as the priest began to speak slowly about marriage. Priest guy here isn't half bad….nice eyes, Fayt thought as the priest's blue eyes looked to him. Snapping back into reality, he realized it was time for him to say 'I do.' He opened his mouth uncertainly. "I…..I d-"
At the exact moment, there was a scream from the balcony. Fayt looked up in time to see a tall man with long, black hair leap down from the balcony and land kneeling behind the bride and groom. He was dressed in a long, black trench coat and holding a black gun. The man looked up at Fayt, who gasped. Albel's red eyes met green, and Fayt yelled, "Albel!" The man smirked in a distinctly Albel way, and Fayt grinned broadly, his heart skipping a beat. He's alive! Albel lived! Albel stood up and pointed his gun directly at Sophia.
"Fayt's not marrying you, bitch."
People in the crowd screamed and ducked under chairs. Sophia merely smiled at Albel. "Oh, but he is. You see, this is our wedding. I don't know how you got in here, but I do know that you're going to leave."
The tall man laughed at this. "I'm not going anywhere without him." He grabbed a bewildered Fayt and dragged him closer, holding the younger man's head against his chest. Fayt could see nothing of what was going on, only able to hear the yelling. He wrapped his arms around Albel and clung to the other man, while Sophia yelled, "Men! Get your guns!"
"Shit," Albel muttered, tightening his grip on Fayt. "Don't panic, ok? I'm going to try to fight." Fayt nodded, tears of fear forming in his eyes. "And whatever you do," Albel added, "Don't look." Nodding again, Fayt squeezed his eyes shut. He assumed Albel must have known how much he hated to see death. Suddenly, there was a loud bang very near Fayt, and a scream. The blue haired man whimpered as Albel fired again, killing several more of the men.
"You know Sophia, this rather wastes your men's lives," the killer called out before killing another man. "If you let me take him. I'll leave you alone."
"You are not going ANYWHERE with my husband!" Sophia screeched.
Suddenly, Fayt found himself on the cold floor, underneath Albel. Opening his eyes, he saw the other man shooting furiously as he cassually informed Fayt, "I was dodging a bullet." Fayt nodded in understanding, clinging to Albel tighter. He hasn't changed much, Fayt mused, examining his lover for the first time in years. Albel was still the same killer on the outside- cold and deadly. His hair had grown longer, shielding crimson eyes, and was now completely black. Fayt swore Albel was stronger too, but he was still thin, with no visible muscle. The blue haired man knew Albel would never let himself "look any fatter" as he put it. Reaching a hand up to the back of his head, Fayt noted that Albel no longer had braids in the back of his hair either.
"Fayt," the killer whispered. Fayt looked up at him, while Albel shot down man after man, rolling so they couldn't get him. "We need to escape."
Fayt nodded, and asked, "Where are we going?"
Albel look at his lover apologetically and replied, "I have no fucking idea. My plan was to run in here, shoot the bitch, grab you, and run for the hills." He rolled over, dragging them away from a bullet. "But I don't think I can get her now."
"Albel, it doesn't matter if you kill Sophia or not, can we just get out of here?" Fayt whimpered slightly as he finished.
"Do you really want a hundred of these bastards chasing after us?" Albel replied coldly, shooting one.
Fayt's eyes shone with child-like adoration as he answered, "You'll keep me safe." At this, Albel smirked and kissed Fayt lightly, rolling away from yet another bullet.
"Then I suppose we should get out of here." Albel wrapped a hand around Fayt's waist and pulled both of them up, dashing for the door.
"No need to leave so soon," Sophia's sweet voice called out. Albel stopped and spun to face her. No, Albel! Run! Go! Fayt buried his face in Albel's jacket, biting nervously at the buckles.
"Oh, but we really must be going," Albel called back, and spun to face the door, but didn't move. Fayt looked to see what was wrong, to find a line of men stood in front of it, guns pointed uncertainly at the killer. Soft footsteps got closer.
"I want my husband back," Sophia said simply.
"It's not happening, bitch. Fayt's mine and mine alone," the killer stated firmly.
Sophia laughed, a soft laugh, like a princess from a movie. "You're sadly mistaken. I'm sure he's great to have around for sex, but I want to have a nice, decent marriage like a normal person."
Albel held Fayt closer, if that was even possible, and his voice was suddenly very cold, and deathly serious "Fayt's not some cheap fuck. I love him. And that, maggot, is something you will never be able to say."
The room fell silent. Somewhere a child cried out and was silenced. The smell of blood filled the air, and Sophia answered softly, "You think I don't care about him? Ever since middle school I've had to compete with you. But did I quit? No. I never. Ever. Gave. Up." Each word echoed in Fayt's head.
"If you had really loved him, you stupid bitch, you would have let him do what he wanted."
"YOU THINK WHAT HE WANTS IS TO BE KIDNAPPED AWAY FROM HIS WEDDING BY A SERIAL KILLER?"
"Acctually," Albel raised his gun, "I do."
Sophia frowned slightly. "Men!" She said sharply. "I want one of you to fire. Directly at his head. Don't hit Fayt."
"Shit!" Fayt whimpered again as Albel turned to face the men. Before they had even decided who was to shoot, Fayt heard ten shots, and ssumed all the men were dead. Sophia whisteled loudly, and there was a stampede of loud footsteps, and a flurry of bullets.
Before he could even face his enemies, a bullet crashed into Albel's left hip. "Bastards," the killer muttered. "I'm almost out of bullets, Fayt. Hang on." The black haired man ran towards the door, limping only slightly. Fayt was slammed into the door as Albel flung it open and ran into the cold, stormy night.
Rain poured onto the couple. Albel breathed heavily, his feet pounding quickly against the ground. Mud splashed against the killer's legs, hitting Fayt. "Albel…" he whispered, "I can run. You're hurt…"
"Shhh. They're coming. We need to get away, and quickly."
Fayt frowned and tugged lightly on Albel's black hair. "I can run," he insisted. Sighing, Albel kissed his lover gently.
"Hush and don't worry about it."
Fayt silently wrapped his arm's around Albel's neck, submitting.
It didn't take long for Sophia's men to catch up. They were pouring out the door and chasing after the two men in a few short minutes. Fayt bit his lip and watched in fear as Albel reached back and fired without looking, taking down only a few men. One caught up to them, and the killer spun around, and swiftly kicked the back of his knees, causing him to fall. Albel shot him from the ground, bloody rainwater flying up to land on Fayt's cheek. Albel spun back around and kept running.
"Where're we going?" Fayt asked anxiously.
"There's a Mexican food place up here. No security, really. They trust rich people to have a reputation to uphold. It's right on the outside of the city."
The blue haired man smiled briefly. This was the Albel he knew. Even when he was completely wreckless, Albel managed to pull through and save both of them. Fayt leaned his head on his lover's chest and breathed in deeply. The taller man smelled of blood and death, though Fayt didn't find that too unusual for him.
"Albel…"
"Yeah?"
"Are we going to live in a restaurant?"
Albel grimaced and answered, "We're going to live somewhere far,far away from this city." He paused. "But what would be a visit to a rich city if we didn't destroy a few places, hm?"
Fayt smirked as Albel leapt to the left, hiding the two behind a brick building with a sign that proudly proclaimed in sleek silver lettering, "The Finest Designer Fashions!"
"It's right down there," Albel said, pointing further down the city border
"Why'd we stop?" Fayt leaped onto the ground, standing on his own.
His lover whipped a gun out of his coat. "Out of bullets," he remarked before sweeping up Fayt and taking off again. A well-aimed bullet flew towards them, and though Albel jerked Fayt out of the way, it managed to hit his arm. Pain. Pain. Fayt's thoughts were clouded by the sudden pain. He looked down to the injured arm. There was blood, but it was nowhere near fatal.
"Shit!" Albel clamped his hand over the other man's arm and asked softly, "Are you ok?"
Fayt tried to respond, but struggled to get out words. It…hurts…He managed to make a strange, pained noise before closing his eyes and giving in to a fit of coughing. Pain. Pain. So much blood and pain.
"Keep..running," he managed, opening his eyes just enough to see a worried Albel shoot a man.
"Don't worry about anything, ok?" Albel's voice was reassuring. Fayt nodded slowly and closed his eyes again. Albel will take care of it….
Author's Note: Phew. Finally, Chapter 3! I apologize very much for the wait. And, um, hm, what to do with this note? Whenever I review fanfiction, I always wonder what the author thought of my reivew, or if they even read it. So, I read all your reviews. And I know who's added this to their favorite (yes, that means you Mr.IDon'tReviewButAddYourStoryToMyFavoritesList ). So, I liked all the reviews! Chapter 4 will rock, so be ready!
