Disclaimer: So, have you played Star Ocean? Hopefully. Did Albel and Fayt have sex? Not as far as I know. Now- what conclusions can we draw from this? I don't own Star Ocean.
Date Posted: December 8, 2005
Author's Note: Chapter 4. Ah yes. I didn't think this one was going to be that great. I mean, I thought Chapter 3 would ROCK and this would be sort of anti-climatic. Even though I still have 8 chapters to go. Hey, I'm one-third of the way through, aren't I (for those of you who follow the CD- there's no way I'm doing a chapter for the interlude)? Awesomeness. Anyway, I apologize again for delays.
PS: I took out a sentence in chapter 1 so Albel doesn't have his funky claw anymore (pretend you noticed ;). Hey, it's an alternate universe and the claw wasn't terribly sexy.
Chapter 4:
Albel ran frantically, harder than ever before. Fayt's limp body was slowing him down. Dammit, I have to get him there safely. He turned back for a moment and shot six times. He didn't have time to see if they fell. Only to run. His feet hit the ground over and over, muddy rainwater splashing underneath them. He looked down at the man he was holding. Fayt's blood covered his hands. He's going to lose too much blood… Dammit, I don't know what to do with you Fayt. Albel stared into the distance as he ran faster. He could see the restaurant, getting closer with each step. Hang in there Fayt
Albel reached the brick building, throwing open the brightly painted wooden door. Well that should take care of them…for now at least. "Hola amigos! We'll be with you…." The Mexican greeting them let his sentence trail off as the killer set Fayt down, his gun casually pointed at the man.
"Fuck off," Albel ordered, taking off his leather trench coat and draping it over his lover's limp shoulders. This doesn't look good…shit.
Fayt's blue hair was soaked with rainwater and blood, as was most of him. His shirt had ripped when he was shot, and was hanging loosely around his undamaged arm. Albel waved his gun at the man who had greeted him. "Hey, you! I'm going to assume you have bandages and if you don't I'm going to kill you. Now go fetch me some!" The man stared for a moment and Albel stretched his arm out, pointing the gun at him. "I said go!" The Mexican scurried away frantically and returned in a few moments with a long roll of bandages. Albel waved his gun to dismiss him and, putting the bandages in his mouth, pulled Fayt's arm in. He used his free hand to wrap the end around his lover's arm, and nodded in satisfaction when he was done.
With Fayt's injury taken care of, the killer scanned the room for a place to put his lover. The diners were screaming and crying, but no one moved to stop him. He raised the gun in the air and shot, yelling for silence. "Shut the fuck up! Now, none of you are to hurt this man. Got it, maggots?" There were murmurs of fear and agreement. "Good." Albel picked Fayt up again and set him in a secluded corner behind a wooden wall about five feet tall, out of sight from the rest of the restaurant. "Better than nothing," he muttered.
Fayt's eyes slowly fluttered open. Albel loaded his gun, watching intently. "Albel?" Fayt's voice was weak.
"I'm right here. Don't sit up. You were shot, remember?" The blue-haired man nodded. "Good. Now, Sophia's men are on the way."
"Are you going to fight them?" Fayt's voice cracked as he spoke.
"Of course." If I don't it's the end of both of us.
"Don't…." He broke into a fit of coughing. "Don't get hurt, ok?"
"I do this for a living. I'll be fine," Albel reassured. Of course, Sophia could very easily win with numbers. But I can't worry Fayt, he'll do something stupid. Fortunately, Albel was a good liar. Fayt nodded and smiled slightly. "Besides," Albel added, "we just ran away from those guys. I don't know if you noticed, but their aim sucks." He ran a slender hand through his lover's hair, while his other hand roamed over Fayt's bare shoulder. "I promise you'll be fine." Yet I can't say the same for myself. Please don't do anything stupid, Fayt. Fayt looked away and nodded slightly, seeming unconvinced.
"There's so many of them, Albel….they're everywhere at the mansion."
"I know. But I can beat them all." Albel leaned in and softly kissed Fayt. He could feel the other man relax slightly. Satisfied that Fayt would be fine, Albel stood up. Time to take that bitch down.
The door flew open, and Albel ran to it, shooting everything in his path. Diners screamed, but the sounds were drowned by the gunfire. Sophia's men were pouring in, shooting crazily. Civilians made their escape attempts, but most were killed by misfired shots. Shit, I'm way outnumbered….the bitch must have a whole fucking lot of money. Albel fired rapidly, shooting a young girl in his way. He aimed at Sophia's men, expertly taking them out one by one. Four of them entered in a circle around Sophia. "Albel, it's useless," she called out, smiling in a wickedly innocent way.
"Damn you, Sophia," Albel called out. "Fayt's mine." Scoffing, Sophia stepped aside, allowing more men to pour in through the door.
"We'll see if you're alive to claim him tomorrow."
The bitch must be using every man she has! How the hell am I supposed to shoot all those? Albel fired at one of the four, but only hit his leg. Sloppy aim. He turned his head to look at Fayt, still firing. The blue-haired man was still on the floor where Albel had left him. He was sitting up, curled into a little ball with Albel's long jacket wrapped tightly around himself. Emerald eyes were wide with fear as they stared up at his lover. The serial killer smiled reassuringly as he fired at another man, killing him. Fayt's eyes lit up, and, carefully avoiding the weapons tucked away inside it, he buried himself deeper in Albel's coat.
Facing the battle again, Albel shot another man down. Three more men charged from his left, and Albel took them down in three shots. The intense battle carried on for what felt like hours, but Albel lost track of time. It was like his worst nightmares come to life- constantly reloading, endless waves of men, and both him and Fayt's lives on the line. He was beginning to wonder if the fight would ever end. Dammit, she can but more men even if I win. We need to get far away from here, and quickly, Albel thought, shooting a man to his right.
Finally, the crowd was thinning. He took four shots at a group of men, scattering them. There weren't many left now. The last of the men dashed towards Fayt. "Shit!" He glared at Sophia, who was still surrounded by her four bodyguards, before firing upon the tiny squad attempting to capture his lover.
Too many of them, dammit! Fuck this, I've gotta get Fayt! Albel ran towards Fayt and leapt on him, shielding the other man from any missed bullets. "Albel!" Fayt cried out. Coolly, Albel pushed himself and Fayt flat on the cold brown floor tiles, a bullet whizzing over them. That was close. Albel reached back and easily shot three men, leaving seven more alive and aiming for him. Three of the four men around Sophia rushed to join their remaining comrades. Underneath Albel, Fayt was cringing at every shot, clinging to Albel. He stroked Fayt's hair lightly, attempting to calm him down while avoiding bullets flying at them.
"Albel…" Fayt whispered weakly.
"They want me, you'll be fine."
"What if they…..get you?"
"They won't," Albel reassured, sounding convincing. In reality, he had no idea how he was going to save himself and Fayt. The important thing is that he's ok. But dammit, this is too hard with him hanging off of me. "Let go," Albel whispered softly to Fayt, who looked uncertain. "You'll be fine." Fayt nodded and slowly released his grip on Albel, freeing him.
Not wasting a second, Albel rolled off Fayt, dodging a bullet and leapt up. Swiftly, he grabbed a small wooden chair next to him and almost effortlessly threw it at one of his attackers. It flew at a man who's eye widened in fear. The chair hit his head, shattering into splinters and piercing the eye of the man, who fell down screaming in agony. Two more servants stared in horror, and Albel took advantage of the opportunity to shoot them. Another reacted quickly, firing a bullet, which missed and flew towards Fayt. Shit! Albel snatched another chair and threw it above his lover, allowing the chair to take the bullet and fly over Fayt's head. Albel pointed his gun and shot rapidly, killing six men instantly. The last man grabbed a leg from the broken chair and threw it swiftly at Albel's wounded hip, causing the him to yell loudly as he shot the man.
For a moment there were no gunshots, there was no screaming, and no one spoke. All the customers had run off long ago. Albel kneeled slowly next to Fayt, his hip screaming in pain as he did so. Focus on Fayt. Focus on Fayt. He lifted his lover into a sitting position carefully, looking to see if he was hurt. "You ok?" Albel asked, trying to ignore his own pain. Fayt nodded and wordlessly pointed at a piece of wood lodged in Albel's leg, sticking out of him awkwardly. "I'm fine." Albel lied, not wanting Fayt's faith in him to be shaken.
Dammit, I need to get him out of here…I can't do that hurt. Albel tugged on the piece of chair in his hip, pulling it out. He ground his teeth in pain as blood poured from the wound. Oh shit, this is bad. Fayt's eyes grew wide as he watched, horrified. "Fayt," Albel managed to breathe out.
"Yeah?" Fayt's worried voice responded uncertainly.
"Hand me that tablecloth." Albel fought to sound calm and casual. Fayt stood up and pulled a bright yellow tablecloth from a nearby table, handing it to Albel who pressed it to his hip, trying desperately to stop the blood. He had some success, though the small cloth was stained red in no time.
"Dammit!" Sophia and the remaining man were approaching. Albel easily picked up Fayt and attempted to run into a large bathroom, which appeared to be the only relatively safe place, but ended up limping as fast as he could.
Once inside, he shut the door, locking it firmly, and set Fayt down on a wall opposite a line of bright red stall doors. Albel sat down next to his lover, sighing. Finally, no more fucking people in the way… Albel's wound had mostly stopped bleeding, but Fayt still looked concerned. "Is this what it was always like, Albel?" he asked, sounding oddly innocent and childlike. He's changed a bit…after everything he went through when he was younger he seemed weaker, but especially now. He needs me more than ever now.
"Sometimes." Like this, but easier. I only had to look after myself. Fayt sat up and turned to Albel, leaning towards him hesitantly. Smirking, Albel closed the gap between them, placing his lips on Fayt's softly. It was all worth it to be back here kissing him. Fayt scooted in closer to Albel, lips still connected, and sat himself comfortably on his lover's lap, legs on either side of Albel. They stopped to breathe, Fayt looking less worried now. "You've been stuck with Sophia all these years?" Albel asked, taking advantage of the opportunity to find out what his lover's life had been like for the past few years. Fayt nodded and looked down.
"Yeah,"
"Damn her," Albel whispered malevolently, wrapping his arms tightly around Fayt. "Did you fight back?" Albel asked, now sounding uncharacteristically gentle.
Fayt shook his head and whispered, "I missed you."
That bitch is going to pay for doing this to MY Fayt! "It's ok."
"How did you find me?"
"Well, I had no idea who the men were that stole you. After you left the room that day I asked him who he worked for. He shot at me and missed, which you probably heard. Then we got into a fist fight, and I killed him before I could find anything out. So I asked around, threatened the right people, and after a few months I found out they were Sophia's men. I planned my attack carefully, but her security is tight. It took awhile, but she finally let down her security just enough for me to slip in on her wedding day and grab you."
"So you spent the whole time looking for me?"
"What else was I supposed to do? The crime rate in this city is extremely low, I had no one to kill for so long…" Albel trailed off. And of course with no one to kill I made no money, got no food and nearly starved. Fayt raised an eyebrow.
"How did you survive?"
Dammit, he was supposed to think it was easy. "I stole."
Fayt nodded and ran his hand through Albel's long, black hair absently. There was a slight pause before Albel asked what he had been dreading. "Did you sleep with her?" He hoped Sophia wouldn't go so far, but she could be unpredictable in the worst ways.
Fayt didn't answer for a moment. He looked down uncertainly before suddenly burying his face in Albel's shirt. He clung to the taller man, sobbing. "I hated it, Albel. She wanted to make me straight, and I told her she couldn't, so she tried and I hated it!"
Albel narrowed his eyes, burning with anger. His blood felt hot, moving quickly as he filled with rage. MY Fayt! How the hell could that fucking bitch do this to him! NO ONE but me touches him like that! NO ONE! Oh, she's going to pay. I'll chop her into a million pieces, or burn her alive. Sick, sick bitch will never touch my Fayt again! He squeezed Fayt possessively, determined to make the blue-haired man his again. "I won't let her lay another finger on you," Albel declared firmly, voice filled with anger.
"It was awful, Albel….I hated it, I hate her."
"I know. Everything's going to be ok, I promise."
Fayt pulled away, eyes staring adoringly up at Albel. "Will you kill her?"
Albel nodded. "After what she did to you, she has to die. No one else is allowed to touch you, let alone sleep with you. That disgusting bitch will die." Fayt nodded slightly, smiling. "You're still as cute as before," Albel remarked, hands resting on his lover's cheeks gently. His right hand trailed slowly down Fayt's neck, fingers playing with his hair. Their lips met again, Albel attacking with more force this time, his tongue running over every inch of Fayt's mouth. I'm going to wash the stupid bitch out of him. Albel pulled Fayt in closer, his hands running down to the other man's hips. All mine.
Fayt pulled back slightly, panting in a way Albel loved. "I'm so glad to have you back…" he breathed out. Albel smirked and clamped his lips over Fayt's forcefully, tongue prying his lips open again. Fayt pressed against him, their hips grinding together as Albel pulled Fayt in as close as he could.
The door flung open suddenly, interrupting the heated kiss. A loud gunshot echoed throughout the room. Fayt tensed up, and Albel hugged him reassuringly. "Sophia." Albel's voice was low. "How entirely pleased I am to see you." Albel's hand ran up Fayt's back, pulling a gun from the coat his lover wore.
"Always a pleasure," Sophia responded calmly with a slight smile. "Now get your dirty, murdering hands off my husband."
Albel glared at her, eyes blazing with hatred. "You bitch! YOUR HUSBAND! He's MINE!" Albel pulled his gun out and shot at Sophia swiftly. Her last servant reacted quickly, pushing her out of the way.
"That, you murderer, would be sick and wrong. Not only am I going to marry him, you're a GUY!" Sophia screeched as her bodyguard fired shot after shot at Albel and missed.
His aim is shitty, he's gonna hit Fayt. Albel's eyes darted around the room, searching for something to hide Fayt behind. Finding nothing, he wrapped his hands around his lover's stomach and pushed him away, sending him flying into a far away corner. Safe enough for now.
Trusting that Fayt could stay out of the way, Albel leapt up, shooting and dodging in a deadly dance with the man, bullets flying through the air. One whizzed by Fayt, cracking a hole in the wall next to him. Shit! Albel shot more quickly, but the servant was good. He dodged with ease as Albel shot way off target, his injured hip barely allowing him to stand. Albel was being backed up, much to Sophia's delight. He heard a faint whimpering sound and turned to Fayt.
Sophia was walking towards the blue-haired man, smiling wickedly. "Don't worry Fayt! I won't let her!" Albel called out.
"Since when could you stop me from being with my husband, hmm?" Sophia called back casually, leaning down to run her index finger gently down Fayt's cheek. Albel glared intensely at her, but Sophia ignored him. No one touches my Fayt! I have to get him out of here!
"You bitch," he muttered. "Fayt!" The other man looked up at him, eyes fearful. "Don't worry about her, ok? I'll take care of everything." Shit, I sound cheesy. To Albel's surprise, Fayt looked comforted and nodded, smiling awkwardly. Sophia looked more annoyed, turning Fayt's head to face her. She leaned in and forced her lips on his. Oh, that bitch will die.
Fayt struggled against Sophia, squirming against the wall. He reached out and pushed her away slightly, breathing heavily. "No. You can't make me do anything while Albel's here." Albel smirked triumphantly, dodging a bullet as he did so.
"Oh, Albel won't have a say in anything that goes on in here," Sophia remarked slyly, glancing at Albel as though she knew something he didn't.
Albel opened his mouth to inform her that when it came to Fayt, he would have a say, but he felt his back slam into the wall and the cold metal of a knife press against his throat.
Author's Note: It's so short…please don't kill meeee! Please? Um, I dunno what happened to it's long wounderfulness. Is it just me, or does this fanfiction severely lack in girls? Now, I shall state here and now that I definitely don't have anything against girls, yes? Yes, girls goodness. This however, is yaoi not yuri (Nobody on would read yuri- not enough guys) and so there is an obviously lack of girls. I feel it my duty to apologize? Um, maybe soon I'll edit this and make it longer. But, I have an announcement that I needed to make:
I'm getting you all a wonderful, delicious Christmas present. I have written a Christmas Fanfiction. Yes. A mighty Christmas fanfiction with lots of Albel and Fayt making out. Lemon may be included. Except that I have never published a lemon. If any of you are lemon writers and don't mind your lemon being torn into pieces, edited and put back together, feel free to send them in. Otherwise, I'm writing something. (Mwahahaha?) Anyway, look out for that. It relates to this fic. It's before Albel was a serial killer or anything. But it's not like a high school fic. Well, they're in high school, but you don't really see them at school. Because do you really think Albel would go to school? I don't. So read it. Because I'm in love with it.
