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I like CliffxFayt...and AlbelxFayt, and I've noticed how they're...rivals. They hate eachother mos definitely and yet there has to be a level of respect for each other. Anyway, what better way to decide which would really win in real life than to bring on the fan fictions! This is brought to you by: Miss-has-nothing-better-to-do-with-her-time! Enjoy.
"You stupid maggot!"
"Transvestite!"
"Says the ape in the tight leather!"
"At least I don't bleach my hair and wear a skirt!"
"Come closer and say that you giant hulk!"
They were spitting at each other now, bull and devil horns locked in a great battle that involved more than their pride.
"You are so full of it!"
"I'm just saying it how it is- the kid wouldn't go near you with a 10ft barge pole!"
"A what?"
"It's a- never mind! You see the kid and me, we've got a history, we know each other, we've been in many a scrape together- we're close."
"Close?" Albel was snide; then came a wicked grin; he and Fayt had a history too.
How his steel had penetrated the soft pillow where Fayt had rested on mere moments before, the feathers emerging; and then how those wide green eyes in that dark room, searching and rebellious yet tinged with fear, had looked up at him- his body quivering-
"HEY! This isn't a damn yaoi fanfic!" Cliff shook the authoress harshly. "At least not with that shmuck!" he added.
To this comment I would beg to differ, however, I told myself that this fanfic would be unbiased. The two adversaries stared one another down harshly like two hamsters in a cage with but one carrot between them- and Albel scowled- the man just refused to die.
Many attempts to rid himself of this man had failed. In the Barr Mountains was a well known little patch where dragons gathered to snatch away unsuspecting prey, never to be seen again. Cliff, however, had returned.
In the aqueducts, one wrong step on the transparent ice meant a downfall of more than 100ft along with huge pillars of ice and shards of frost. One outward placed foot to trip hadensured another farewell to the blonde 'ogre'- surely a fall not even he could survive- yet moments later he returned.
The shrine of Kaddan, moving blocks could crush a living soul beneath it, but they were heavy and slow- although in Albel's opinion- so was Cliff. It would be difficult to get hit by the vertically gliding blocks unless not paying attention- yes, drifting thoughts and attention left an opening for yet another cheap shot (Albel would call it a tactic) - the simple inconspicuous 'elbow nudge' from the side- eyes slanting warily as to not be detected. And yet Cliff had returned, furious.
Finally, after many more failed attempts, Cliff had blown a gasket. It was not, after all- Albel's usual wickedness that caused him to conspire against the martial artist- rather, the fact that they were both rivals in the affections for one blue haired boy.
Albel swallowed down a block in his throat, his furious crimson eyes never dimming or wavering from Cliff's vigorously charged blue pupils. Hidden discomfort- that despite that one night, perhaps Cliff did have an edge- he had indeed known the bluenette for longer, and so he had more of a hold on him with his overly muscular build, manly jaw and his 'cool' curving round blonde hair- his eyes full of a squinting zesty glow- his aura ever a cheer.
Albel's bottom lip emerged in a moody pout, and Cliff knew that the samurai's sulking anywhere. Had he not received the same look when Fayt asked him to fight the enforcers and the boss trio in the Mosel Ruins? Did that look not stick every time he and Fayt spoke to each other 'man to man'? It must have killed him that Fayt could confide in him more- and a grin spread over his face that did not help his current argument with the moody samurai. Revenge was always his.
Passing Surferio, Cliff had remembered rather reluctantly how the wicked man had elbowed him under a descending block. Standing outside Roger's home, he had not been able to resist the urge.
A single fore finger to the right arm had been all it took to push Albel sideways- and then the weight of the metal claw and his surprise took care of the rest. The menodix children had given him a '5 out of 10' for his wailing dive- as the rather pleasing splash sound he made afterwards was followed by a stream of ellicorian curses that made Nel, Roger and Adray go deep red.
Now they were in each other's faces and snapping- tension at a pinnacle, claw shaking and fist clenching. They both knew why- and as if on cue, the reason drifted over to them like a small storm cloud, with a frown- and they froze. Fayt looked between them and their fixed expressions.
"Guys, I know you don't like each other, but can't you try to get along?" Fayt sighed- they were in the Diplo going no where fast, Cliff and Albel had finally rounded on each other sharply in the conference room.
"Ha! I'd rather eat slime!" Cliff growled.
"Cliff-"
"The feeling is mutual!" Albel snapped.
"Guys!" Fayt exclaimed, averting their attention.
"Tch, ok," Cliff nodded, folding his arms tensely.
"What?" Albel stressed, at the look on Fayt's face. "And just what are you going to do about it fool!" he demanded.
"I'll kiss you."
Both faces drained- Cliff had become a deathly pale white- Albel was a scarlet red- Cliff seemed zombie like- as this had numbed all state and movement, whilst Albel seemed stunned and flustered, shifting.
Fayt leant forwards with a cheeky grin.
"Ha, that got you, didn't know what to say to that, did you?" Fayt sniggered- being stopped abruptly as Albel swung around to Cliff.
He was triumphant.
"Hmph, see? I told you, the fool isn't interested in a worm like you!" Albel grinned deviously.
Fayt's expression became stupefied, this he hadn't expected. "Huh?"
"The kid was joking you ass wipe!" Cliff blew in fury.
Albel sniggered. "Face the facts beefy man, you're just too bulky for Fayt, he likes his men lean and civilised…not a great oaf like you,"
"Hah, you're nothing but an extra sword to Fayt, that's all, why would he want to be with someone crazy like you!"
"I am not insane!"
"You're right. Disturbed, maybe, insane…no,"
"Why you-!"
This was when someone else tiptoed between them strategically (her eyes wide and auspiscious), and wriggled over to Fayt, whose face had turned completely blank. The two men gaped as Sophia wiled her way closer to the unguarded bluenette and snuggled her arm around his.
"Fayt? Can we go get some lunch together before disembarking?" Sophia asked sweetly, leading him away before he could answer.
They both stared after them in horror.
Albel was flummuxed. "She- she-!" Albel hissed furiously.
"I know…" Cliff actually patted Albel's shoulder sympathetically, when the warrior whipped round to him and pulled away resentfully.
"This is your entire fault you ignoramious-!"
"My fault? When you were the one who - no." Cliff stopped. Albel's head tilted- well. This had never happened before. "Fighting like this isn't going to get us anywhere. We still need to get rid of that Sophia, before we can deal with each other,"
"'We'? I don't like where this is going," Albel remarked cautiously.
"We stand a better chance if we work together!"
"Why in the hell would I want to be your ally!"
"It'd only be temporary until Sophia is out of the way. Lets face it, separately, you'd slash her to death and get kicked out of the group, I wouldn't get her- she's surprisingly evasive, you know, and at least together,"
"Stop saying 'together'- you're making me sick!" Albel was actually slightly greenish.
"So, we work togeth- in league with one another?"
"A temporary truce..." Albel considered.
"Right! And then, when all is said and done, we fight!" Cliff made the all too farmiliar motion of punching his own hand, which Albel swore he only did to mock him that he only had one, which lit a fire in the warrior.
"Yesssssss, I like it, I'll cut you to ribbons!" Albel chuckled, eyes positively glowing. "And then Fayt will be mine!"
"Aha, we'll see about that," Cliff grinned, he had to admire the man's consistency.
Sophia smiled at Fayt, whose mind had chosen to block out the argument between the two warriors. They were now within the Peterny inn after entering the atmosphere. "Want something special, Fayt? Muffins?" she asked with a sugar coated voice- she would kiss him on the cheek no matter what with muffins at her disposal (she schemed).
"Sure," Fayt nodded, and he watched her scurry off to the kitchen in the hotel, not noticing the figure whirl pass him sneakily like a swift shadow.
Sure hope this works, Cliff gulped to himself from the doorway, afterAlbel had gone off to accomplish his task. "Hey, kid," he put on his most confident grin.
"Hey, Cliff," Fayt smiled cheerfully.
Sophia turned from inside the dark room. Her breathing was heavy. Eep. "Umm, hello? Anyone there? No? Hello?" she whispered, swearing she had sensed something move past her.
The brat was aware of his presence, she was good, he smirked to himself.Unfortunately, he was better. And he watched her timidly edge back in amusement for a few more moments. But sure enough, it was time to end the games. Albel dropped down silently behind Sophia and clamped his only hand round her mouth, which was holding a small tissue soaked in something dangerously fragrant.
"That's right," Albel whispered, as she flailed, "take a deep breath," he grinned, and she feinted. He let her body slump to the floor before getting out the rope conveniently in the corner of the room- but you've never seen convenient until you've read 'the time machine'- how many matches does that man have? (Private vendetta closed).
Then came the sound of laughter and his eyes narrowed- it sounded like Fayt- and- the oaf… double crossed!
"That's so true!" Fayt sniggered heartily, when he felt something cold creep up the back of his neck- so did Cliff, and suddenly he was afraid- very afraid.
"So," came the shaky voice behind them, "you betrayed me, not that I thought you wouldn't, I have to start giving you a little more credit," Albel growled, and yet Cliff seemed oddly calm.
"Yeah, you do. Fayt and I were just having a nice chat," he replied smugly.
"About why you talk like a baboon? How nice."
Cliff tensed up. Albel responded. Fayt sat stiffly between them having bad flashbacks.
"Alright. You and me. Outside. Now." Cliff ordered, turning and walking from the room as Albel rose a brow to comply and also left the Fayt behind with a pensive expression. Fight?
This had to be it. The final battle for Fayt Leingod.
Albel vs. Cliff, interesting prospect, on the one hand, Albel, on the other, Cliff, who will be victorious? Difficult case...no wonder George called in sick. Relevance 0.
I think I'll just...go...to sleeeeep... finally falls asleep>