Ola! Taco is in da house! WOah oh! Yeah, what muna said in the first chapter is wrong. Though I DO want a lemon, we've both decided to extend the length of the story, making it much long that we both anticipated. AND, due to popular demand, the story will mainly be a Albel x Fayt pairing, B-U-T there will be a teeny weeny itsy bitsy Fayt x Cliff scene, but not until much much MUCH later in the story. SO On with the story! We own nothing and if we did, Star Ocean would have a bitter rivalry between Sophia and Albel over Fayt!

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Previously in Help me please...

Fayt finally stopped screaming but the tears still ran like faucets. His movements were shaky and his breath came even faster than before.

Suddenly, His entire body colapsed undernith him, but he was caught in a pair of strong arms before he passed out.

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Fayt awoke in a soft, thick blanket near a slowly dying fire. The moons were now leaning on the eastern skies, making him think it was about three-o-clock AM on Ellicoor. He heard water running gently somewhere. There were a few trees around him, hiding him from anything that pasted by.

The fire went out with a sudden gust of wind, leaving Fayt alone in the darkness. He tried relighting it with symbology, but he was out of MP and if he were to try to use Fire bolt, he'd become incapacitated. So he just layed back down again until he heard foot steps on the damp ground.

"Well, maggot, I see your awake. Have a nice nap?"Fayt sat strait up and turned his head to find Albel the Wicked hovering over top of him, smirking.

"Albel, what are you doing here? And where are the others?" Fayt questioned the sword weilding fighter. He pulled the huge blanket closer around him as the nightair's chill reached him.

"The others are far away enough not to hear you screaming. And I'm here, maggot, because you were gone for far too long and the others were getting worried, not that I care." He replyed, as he turned his back to Fayt, kneeling down to relight the fire with symbology.

Fayt sighed heavily. "Figures, it's just as I said before, there's no one.." He muttered to the ground in front of him. Albel heard these words, but said nothing until he heard the sound of Fayt's stomach.

"Seems like the maggot is hungry. No wonder, the smell of your horrid mess went on for miles." Albel snickered. He pulled out something from the provision bag tied to his slim, and may I add, sexy waist. "Hmph, here eat this. Don't say I never gave you anything, worm." Albel tossed a small box to Fayt. He reached inside and pulled out some smoked meat, probably from their cow-like animals, Fayt couldn't remember the name of it.

He took a few bites out of it, chewing slowly, enjoying it's tender texture and the way it felt when it hit his empty insides. He stared at Albel who was sitting crossed-legged opposite of him. His head was thrown back as if gazing at the stars, but his eyes were closed. Perhaps he was in deep thought, or maybe the cold air was bothering him.

I wonder what's he thinking... Fayt thought as he finished off the meat. Amazingly enough, although his head was hurting, he felt alot better, not only from eating but also for the presense of someone who he could understand, well... most of the time. Cliff always asked how Fayt could get along with such a blood-lusting, uncompassonate person, but Fayt couldn't answer that for even he didn't know. He hung his head, the headache getting the better of him at the moment.

Then Fayt began to worry. Maybe Albel was gonna tell everyone about him screaming. But then again, Albel wasn't one to gossip. That's what he liked about him, he kept to himself unless he was insulting someone or in battle, yelling out commands. Probably from being the captain of the Black Brigade for so long. He returned his gaze to Albel, who was staring at him, with a disgusted look on his face.

"What?"

"YOU!"

"Me what?"

"You smell horrible! Ugh! I Can't stand it! Come on, follow me, worm." Albel stood, grabbing Fayt's arm, pulling him to his feet, and half dragging him around the trees and into darkness. They reached the river that Fayt had heard earlier. Albel reached into another pouch and pulled out an Elwich Fire stone and threw it into the river. It glowed iluminating that part of the river with a reddish color.

"Now strip and get in." Albel said hotly. The way he said it made it sound dirty.

"Umm...Albel? Could you..um.. ya' know.." Fayt whispered, staring at the ground and scratching the back of his head nervously. As much as he trusted Albel, he was still uncomfortable with him standing there while he got undressed.

"I get it, fool! Just hurry up and get in!" Albel growled, and turned around. After making sure Albel wasn't looking, he quickly took off his clothes and slipped into the water. It was pleasntly hot where ever the light touched but freezing where there was dark areas. The water reached up to Fayt's neck, covering him completly.

"Okay." No response. "Albel?" Fayt turned to see where Albel had gone and came face to face with him. He was on his toes crouched at the edge of the water. Albel threw something at Fayt when he (fayt) turned back around and it hit him on the head.

"OWW! What was that for?" Fayt yelled at him, only to be hit in the head with something again, but this time it was much softer. He picked up the items out of the water to see it was some type of soap that smelled of lavender and a cotton cloth. He soaped up the cloth and proceded to wash in silence until a thought poped in to his head.

"Hey, Albel?"

"What is it, fool?"

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Fayt asked, turning to face Albel again while running soapy fingers through his hair to get the vomit smell out. Suddenly, a sharp point met the pale, bare skin of his neck. Albel Glared at him with cold eyes, holding the blade perpendicular to Fayt's throat. Fayt's body grew tense and he gulpped.

"Don't you dare think for one moment that I'm showing compassion, worm!" Albel snarled, "I shall do as I please, and who else is here to take you back to the others?" He withdrew his blade and walked a little ways away before tuning back around and sitting down facing Fayt.

On that note, Fayt turned a deep crimson color. He was naked, in water, at night, and, to top it all off, alone with Albel. His thoughts were down in the gutter at the things Albel might do to him, until he shook his head figuring that Albel wasn't the type of person to take advantage of this type of sintuation.

"Hey, worm, you just might want to pay attention to your surroundings." Albel chuckled. Fayt was so tied up in his dirty little thoughts that he didn't sense the monster that approached him from behind. He spun around to face a large beastial fish, like a giant purana, with long, jagged teeth and big yellow eyes.

"EXSPLOSION!" shouted Fayt, an enormous ball of fire struck the monster, roasting it like it was dinner. Fayt climbed out of the water and got dressed not bothering to dry off dispite the freezing air. Albel did turn his head away, mind you. Fayt shivered as he stomped back to the fire.

"You really are a fool aren't you? Death just seems to follow you everywhere, doesn't it?" Albel chuckled as they both reached the fire.

That did it, the dam that was slowly rebuilding had just crumbled once again as Fayt fell to his knees and began to sob. Albel looked stunned, his eyes weren't glaring nor was he scowling, but his face showed confusion and a tiny hint of concern. He walked slowly over to Fayt and was an armslength away when Fayt began to speak.

"Why did it have to be me," he spoke through an (star!)ocean of tears. "Why did my father choose the path of resistance? Why am I on that path with so many other people but I feel completely alone...?" He cried, his sobs making the sadest sound that even the Creator himself would have hung his head down with sorrow.

To think that Destruction it self would break down and cry as he questioned his very existance. It was as if all the pain and sorrow caused by the Exocusioners was inside him and it was all released by the thought of death itself.

Fayt felt an arm grab his shaking body and a long finger wiped away his tears. He opened his eyes to find it was Albel holding him. Fayt wrapped his own arms around Albel and placed his crying face against his chest. Although it did feel awkward, Albel did not push him away, he instead used his metal arm to pull Fayt closer and he ran his fleashy hand through Fayt's hair.

"There's no point in crying, Fayt." Albel spoke softly, almost gently. Almost. Fayt lifted his head and looked into Albel's eyes. "What's done is done and regret is not an option. The only choice left is to move forward. And listen to me, fool, don't you dare feel that all this crap is put on only your shoulders because I'm here. You are my prey and my prey only, and nothing is gonna get between that. If anything tries, they'll have my blade to answer to."

It was simply amazing. Albel the Wicked, the one who killed without hesatation, who stared death in the mouth without flinching, was comforting Fayt. That's right, C-O-M-F-O-R-T-I-N-G him in his own twisted way. He was rubbing Fayt's back like one would do to a sadden child. His blood red eyes never took themselves off of Fayt's (star!) ocean colored ones, as if they both shared a common bond that tied them together.

"Albel..Is it true?"

"Huh?" Albel looked stunned, he didn't excpect, nor did he want, any questions from him. He just wanted Fayt to accept his words and that would be the end of that.

"Is it true...that you didn't care? You didn't care that I was gone?" he barely whimpered. He felt horrible asking this, even after what Albel said, but he just had to ask because he really did thought that no one cared about him. His eyes were cloudy, unfocused, and his body gave off an immense heat.

Before he could answer, Fayt had colasped in his arms. His arms fell limply down to Albel's sides and his head slipped down to rest on Albel's flat, yet soft stomach. Albel pulled him up by his shoulders, seeing that Fayt was unconsions. He chuckled to himself when his movements made Fayt's head roll on his neck. Blush lines ran across Fayt's face and his breathing was uneven, dispite he slept.

"Ah, fool, you refused to dry off and now look at what happened." He put out the fire and turned his attention back to the body laying on the ground, "Now I'm gonna have to carry you back to camp and get you to a doctor." He muttered as he placed the blanket around Fayt's head and back as he hoisted him onto his own back. His arm fell forward, resting on Albel's shoulder. Albel just placed his own fleash hend upon it, secureing Fayt. He ran into the rizing sun's light, Fayt on his back, and made his way back to camp.

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YAY! chappie is now complete! not what you exspected huh? did albel seem out of charater? tell us what you think! I said star! youknow "STAR OCEAN! IT IS AWSOME! next chapter is "a new villian has stepped forth! guess who, Faytie poo!" seeya next time! Taco out! said the taco.