Now my writer's block is finally letting up! YAY!

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Nyalbel

Chapter six: Kitty VS Racoon

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"Finally! Airyglyph! I can't believe it!" Cliff exclaimed as he spotted the city. "Alright! No more camping outside on the cold ground! Warm meals and other people to talk to!" he rambled on.

Fayt sighed and shook his head as he stroked the snoozing Albel that lay curled up in his lap. Cliff had been a pain in the ass with all his complaining. Even Albel had gotten sick of it and gone to Fayt to sleep. The blue haired boy looked up from the cat and looked at the blond that looked like he was going to jump of the wagon and run to Airyglyph because the wagons moved to slow. "Remember, Cliff, that we must deliver the supplies to the castle before we can even think about getting some rest. The king is expecting us" he said.

Cliff tore his eyes away from the city and looked into the back of the wagon. At the moment it was Nel and him at the front while Peppita and Sophia slept in the back. Fayt was sitting with his back to one large box and in his crossed legs slept Albel.

The blond lifted an eyebrow at the blue haired boy. "If I'm not mistaken the king is expecting Albel. What do we say when we meet him? 'Albel has been in a strange accident and is now a cat but don't worry he is not spitting up hairballs yet! We know, we know he looks cute but he is still the same old grumpy swords man we all know!' I don't know if he'll fall for that. Albel is his most important man right now"

Fayt nodded and looked down at the cat. "You're right. We must think of something. It would have been a lot easier if we knew what happened to him"

"What happened to him was that he became a cat"

"Not that! I mean how he became one!"

"Then say so"

Fayt rubbed his aching head. "We can think about this when we reach Airyglyph. When we get there I think Roger is waiting for us at the castle gates" he said and looked down at Albel that yawned and rolled over on his back. "I truly wish I knew how this happened"

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Cliff was the fist one to hop of the wagon and greet the guards. In fact, he hopped of while the wagon was still moving. He almost tripped but he managed to stay up and run over to the gates.

Fayt lifted Albel of his lap and stretched his slightly aching legs. "Well we better get ready to meet the guards. Peppita, Sophia wake up! We are here!" he called. He knew the two be somewhat of heavy sleepers.

Albel yawned widely and stood up. He stretched his back and then his hind legs one by one, when he had his left hind leg in the air the wagon jolted to a sudden stop and he toppled over with a "NYHA!" and a thud. Muttering a growl he stood up and shook his head, duo coloured hair whipping around.

Fayt laughed and picked the cat up. "Sorry about that, Albel. I should have warned you" he apologised as the cat continued to mutter.

Sophia yawned and sat up. "We're here already?" she asked and poked Peppita in the side softly.

Nel smirked as she heard the cat yelp in the back as she pulled the wagon to a sudden stop. It was so easy to be mean to the cat since he probably wouldn't remember what happened when he turned back to normal.

"Excuse me, miss, but what is your business here?" asked one guard as he approached the wagon.

Nel looked down at him before hopping of the wagon. "The king is excepting us. We come with supplies" she said and pointed to the wagon.

The guard tilted his head. "Then Captain Albel should be with you. Where is he?" the man asked and tried too look into the wagon.

Nel blocked his view and gave him a stare that told him to stay away. "He is feeling a bit sick at the moment. He'll rest before meeting with the king" she told him.

Fayt heard Nel and the guard speak to each other and looked at the cat. "Come on, Albel! We need to hide you!" he called softly, trying to avoid being heard.

Albel was busy cleaning his ear with his paw when he heard Fayt call for him. He opened one eye and glared at the boy. Hide him? From what? Placing his paw on the ground he turned his back to the boy.

Fayt noted that the cat wasn't going to move on his own and quickly lifted him up and placed him in a box with cloths. He hissed as small claws managed to get scratch him. "Stay in there please. I promise to let you out when we get to our room"

A loud growl and a hiss came from inside the box. Albel wasn't pleased. Nope, he wasn't. Why was he always stuffed into a box? How he hated the small space.

The guard frowned. "If he's ill we must take him to a doctor. It's odd though, I mean, Sir Albel hasn't been ill once since I first saw him"

"How long ago was that?" asked Peppita as she took the box with the cat in it. She carefully eased herself to the ground and stood there with the box until Fayt could come to retrieve it. The hissing and spitting had calmed down somewhat but the whole box shook by the growl Albel was making.

The guard scratched his chin and looked up. "I think it was about… let's see… fifteen years ago. Yeah that's right. Fifteen years and not once has he been sick" he said after a few minutes.

"Whoha! Old but healthy. Why don't you grab a beer or something, I'll take it from here, Smitty!" a familiar voice said from behind the guard.

The guard turned around but didn't see anyone.

"Down here, goofus"

Looking down the solider noticed a small kid with a racoon tail and big ears sticking out from under a huge yellow helmet. He recognized the boy as Roger S Huxley. Placing his hands on his hips, the guard frowned. "My name is not 'Smitty' its Raoul and I'm not a goofus" he corrected.

Roger waved his hand before placing it behind his head. "Well your help is not needed any longer now when I'm here" he said and moved to the wagon to stand beside Nel.

The guard growled. "What's making you think that I'll leave here now?"

Roger pointed a thumb at himself and smirked. "Because I'm macho and you're not that's what! Now be gone before I show you my might!" the small racoon boy said and waved the guard of.

Raoul gave him a nasty glare before looking up at Nel. "I'll inform the king that you have arrived. He has been waiting for Sir Albel's return for quite a while now" he said and left, muttering something about Aquaria scums and such.

Fayt shook his head as the guard left. "Roger, you know that that mouth of yours is bound to get you in trouble one of these days" he said and hopped of the wagon. He bent over to take the box with the cat inside back from Peppita when Roger suddenly snatched it out from his grip. "What the!" he gasped and turned to Roger.

The racoon boy smirked and held the box with one hand. "I'm telling you the truth! Look! I can hold this box with one hand! Just look at these muscles!" he said and pointed to his arm.

Peppita and Sophia tilted their head. "But your sleeve is in the way" they pointed out.

Albel's little nose twitched. That smell… it could only come from one creature. A rat! Testing the lid he noted that it was loose and with a light shove it fell to the ground. Popping his head out, he saw the mouse and attacked.

Roger yelped as something black and purple attacked him. "Ouch! Back attack!" he cried as what felt like sharp needles dig into his back. Grabbing his axe he spun around in a circle to hit his attacker. "Taste my fearful attack! AXE CUT CIRCLE!" he yelled. The axe's weight made the small boy spin faster and soon he was out of control.

Albel held on. What was the mouse doing? Imitating a merry go around? Deciding that enough was enough he let go and gracefully landed on the ground. Sitting there he waited with the rest of the group, minus Cliff, for the racoon boy to stop spinning. Albel continued what he had been doing before Fayt had locked him inside the box: cleaning his ears.

Roger stopped his mad spin after a few minutes and wasn't all that surprised to find the world still spinning around him. "W-where d-d-did he go? I'll c-chop him to bits!" he said, stuttering as he swayed. Shaking his head he looked around.

"Nya"

Snapping his brown eyes down on the ground before him blinked. That thing looked like… "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THE OLD MAN TURNED INTO A FUR BALL! HA HA HA!" he laughed.

Fayt held a hand on his forehead and sighed. "I give up. Roger just doesn't know when to shut up" he said and turned back to the wagon.

Nel heard Fayt and looked at Albel. She noted the rising hackles and low growl coming from his throat. Knowing that Roger was in trouble she moved forward to get the cat before he attacked the racoon boy. He frowned when Fayt placed an arm in her way, hindering her from going any further. "Why are you stopping me for? Albel might get hurt"

Fayt raised one eyebrow. "Has he been hurt before? Trust me; if anyone is getting hurt it will be Roger. Let them finish this or they'll be at each others throats the rest of the trip" the blue haired teen said just as Albel flew at Roger, toppling the racoon boy before starting to scratch him with all his might.

Nel sighed as she saw the two disappear in a cloud of dust, spotting an arm or a leg once in a while. "You're right. Let's unload the supplies before going to the rooms. We might be done before nightfall" she said and lifted one box that Sophia handed her.

"Don't break your backs doing that, guys! The king ordered his men to do the unloading for us! Let's hit the rooms and order room service!" Cliff called as he came back out from the castle. He looked at the dust cloud that was Albel and Roger and still smiling he reached in and plucked Albel by the scruff of his neck. "You to, Albel. You have a big date with the king tomorrow so you need to rest" he said and placed the cat on his shoulder.

Albel was still worked up from the fight and he hissed at the racoon boy that was sitting on the ground looking dazed. Trying to avoid using his claws Albel hopped up on Cliff's head and glared down at Roger. He was angry with Cliff for breaking of the fight but if he found Roger alone once more, he would slaughter the gigantic rat. He licked his upper lip as he though of how the racoon's blood would taste like.

Roger looked around for Albel as he picked up his axe. "Where did he go? I guess he was too afraid to finish the fight with me. After all, I'm the greatest cat slayer around!" he said and stood up to wipe his cloths that were covered in dust.

Cliff rolled his eyes and looked at Roger. "To be honest Albel had the overhand in this fight. Let's forget that for now. Fayt, you share room with Roger. Nel, Peppita and Sophia share room and I'll share with Albel" he informed and turned around to go back to his and Albel's room.

Fayt pouted. "Why do I have to share with Roger? Can't you do it?" he asked and walked after the blond with the group behind him.

Cliff laughed and shook his head, wincing slightly as Albel dug his claws into his scalp to hold on. "No way! That would be suicide!"

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Gomen for the late update! I have been busy! Hope you like the chap because I don't. I guess I was stressed when I wrote it so I don't think it turned out good…. Gomen ne