Yaaay! I shall actually post this fic! Muahahahahaha beware! This may be a tiny little bit stupid!
Summary: Albel hates everyone, or does he? Cliff decides to put "something" in Abel's drink to help him warm up to everyone's favorite blue haired teen.
Author's Note / warning /disclaimer: Yaaay! Hahahaha this is the kind of story you get when you give me sugar and J-pop! This is my first fic that I don't plan on shredding into little pieces and burning!
This will eventually be a shounen-ai, and if you don't like these kinds of things don't read! Flames will be laughed at, shown to my friends and then laughed at some more, so if you really want to flame me go ahead! Also, constructive criticism will be appreciated.
Now for the disclaimer part; I don't own the Star Ocean franchise! If I did people would spontaneously combust, coughsophiaandnellcough, randomly turn blue, and/or turn into kitty people! Now! On to the story! (Sorry, like I said, I had a little too much sugar…)
Oopsies I also forgot to mention that there will be slight spoilers from about the middle and the end of the game.
Now you may read my super "special" fic!
Neko Albel
By: OK-kun
Fayt sighed resting his head on his hands, looking out the window of the inn they had been staying at for the past few days. Sophia had been infected by the poison of one of the large wasps and no one could find any aqua berries or potions.
The poison would eventually wear off if she stayed put, so the group was stuck. The only way into the 4-D space is by using Sophia's special ability given to her by her genes so without her, the group was stranded in Preterny.
Maria and Mirage were out shopping partly to find a cure for Sophia but mainly to get away from Nel. She had a brief incident with the Elicoorian equivalent to a skunk.
That's why Fayt was in his room and not the lobby of the inn, where Nel happened to be now. He was also depressed by the fact that a certain "someone" had been either A: ignoring him, or B: calling him hurtful names like "maggot", or "worm". Fayt didn't mind being called a fool because in his opinion that's what he was, a fool.
How could he not be? He had gone and fell for the one person who he knew he could never possibly have. (A/N: And if you haven't guessed by now you are very stupid.)
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Cliff stood in the doorway of Fayt's room, looking at the depressed teenager. He knew about Fayt's little "problem" but couldn't think of anything to do about it.
He walked out into the hallway leading to the lobby hopping to find some way to help Fayt whom he thought of as a little brother.
Then all of a sudden a terrible horrible stench hit him, almost knocking him out.
"Oh, Nell are you sure that you should be out and about?" Cliff asked looking at Nel as she walked slowly down the hall. "I'm fine," was her only reply.
"Well, ok then. Bye," and Cliff was out of the building in a flash, not wanting to pass out from the terrible odor.
Once Cliff was outside and could breathe again, he began looking around. People were selling things left and right, and children were running around ignoring the stern looks they received from adults.
"Well, looks like this place is pretty busy," Cliff thought aloud. "I wonder if I could find a way to help Fayt." He walked down the cobbled streets, passing quite a few stalls, until he found himself at the mouth of a dark alley.
"I wonder what a big dark alley is doing in such a happy, sunny place." He tried to see what was in the end, but it was too dark. "Hmmm I have a hunch about this one," Cliff then walked into the alley.
"Why hello young man, what brings you here?" Cliff turned around, to find an old man sitting down in front of a blanket. On the blanket were various items, like little ornate daggers, and phials of strange substances.
"Umm I was just a little curious…. What are you selling?" Cliff pointed to the objects on the blanket in front of the old man. "Oh nothing really, just odds and ends. Nothing that would interest you." Cliff saw a spark of life in the old man's eyes.
"Really now, how would you know what interests me or not?" Cliff said haughtily without thinking. "The same way I know that you are looking for a way to help your little blue haired friend with his love life." The old man replied. Cliff stared at the old man.
"You certainly seem well informed. Care to share how you know all of this personal info?" Cliff crossed his arms while he waited for the old man to reply. "Well sunny boy, if I told you I would have to kill you!" Cliff tensed after that last sentence. "Just kiddin' boy! I know, because while you were walking down the street you were muttering to yourself, and my listening device picked up what you were saying." (A/N: Don't even ask about how an old man on Preterny could get a high Tec listening device that could pick up Cliff's mutterings over all of the noise of the town while he was walking down the street, because I really don't know.)
"Then how did you know his name then?" Cliff asked, still suspicious of the old man. "About a week ago I saw an annoying sounding girl dragging your blue haired friend around the city, practically shouting 'Fayt this,', and 'Fayt that'."
"Oh, did she have brown hair?" Cliff asked. "Hmm I believe so. She was also wearing a really ugly pink shirt/thing." The old man replied. Cliff sighed. "That must have been Sophia. Now that I think about it she did drag him off to go shopping last time we were here, poor guy."
Cliff looked at the blanket with the strange objects on it. "Are you sure there's nothing here that can help Fayt with his little ahem 'problem'?" The old man began shifting through the items on the blanket.
"Well I do have a lust potion, but I don't think you would like the results of that."
Cliff glared at the old man. "No I would not like the results of that. Got anything else?"
The old man held up a small knife. "If you stab the one you true love with this they will either love or hate you for the rest of your life." Cliff thought for moment. "Well, I don't think Fayt would like the idea of stabbing his true love with anything, and there's the chance that they'll hate him, so that plan's a definite no."
Two hours later:
"The only thing I have left young man is this," The old man held up a bottle. "But the only thing it does is turn the drinker into a cat until they confess their deepest darkest secret." (A/N: hmm now wouldn't this be useful.) Cliff looked at the azure liquid in the bottle.
"Hmmm I think Fayt likes cats, and if Al- I mean the person he likes doesn't confess, Fayt just gets a really cute but temperamental new pet! This is perfect!" Cliff looked at the old man. "Now how much wills this cost me?" The old man smiled.
"Well, I'm not sure if I could sell this to you cheap. I mean it is quite potent. I think maybe around 10,000,000,000,000,000,000 fol should do." Cliff's jaw dropped.
"WHAT! That much for one lousy potion?" He raised his fist
"That's gotta be over priced! Tell me the real price right now old man!"
The old man looked at Cliff's raised fist. "Uh, well I could lower it to 10,000,000,000,000 fol." Cliff growled.
"Um I meant to say 10,000! Please don't hurt me!"
Cliff smiled. "Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout. Ok I'll take it." He handed the old man 10,000 fol. The old man handed him the potion, and he walked away.
"Hmm now how do I get Albel to drink this?"
To Be Continued…….. (I hope.)
Ending Author's Notes: Yaaaay! Chapter one is now completed! I know I kind of stopped it abruptly, but that just adds to the suspense ne?
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