Hiya! we decided to update this story first because it seems this one has more reviews! Thanks a bunch! i forgot to say this, but this entire story was inspired by all of (sorry if i spell it wrong) zenpheniox's art at deventART. I can't really remember which pic it was that we loved the most, but i think it was called Selective Hearing. We give cookies to zenpheniox.(sorry again) Tacos and Muna Loves ya! i have a favor to ask you readers, but i'll wait til the end of the chapter. on with the chapter, we own nothing, so sad, but it's true.. signed Muna. just so you know, the narrorator will break the story alittle buy summarizing what's happinging at that time. That way, i won't be breaking any rules. hopefully.

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last chapter

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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the story continues...

"Hey everybody, Albel's back!" Cliff shouted. He walked over to Albel and saw a lock of blue hair peek over one of Albel's shoulders and a gloved hand over the other.

"Is the Fayt?" Cliff asked as Albel layed the body on the ground infront of him.

"What do you think, fool?", he growled under his breath.

Cliff realized how much the unconcious Fayt was sweating and how his breath was uneven, almost panting.

"Whoa! What the hell happened to him?", he exclaimed loudly.

"Isn't it obvious?", interrupted a voice from behind him. Cliff and Albel both turned around to see who it was. It was Nel, followed by the rest of the girls; Mirage, Maria, and Sophia.

"OH NOOO! What's happened to my Fayt!", cried Sophia, rushing over to Fayt's side, dropping to her knees, and grabbing his hand.

"Your Fayt? I didn't know you owned him. Do you have his papers and his social security number? Does he have all of his shots? He doesn't look like a dog to me." Maria proclaimed, earning slight snickers from everyone except Albel, Sophia, and, of course, the sleeping Fayt.

Sophia glared at her with those big blue eyes, the turned back to Fayt, wailing," Don't die Fayt, don't die!"

"Oh close your mouth, wretch. Common sense would tell you that he needs to see a doctor, if you had any." Albel snorted, standing up.

"Yo, Nel, what town is closest to here?" Cliff questioned Nel.

"Peterny, it's about three kilometers away"

"In that case, let's go." Sophia said.

"No." Nel protested.

"WHY NOT!" Sophia shouted. Steam was almost coming out of her ears and her hands were balled up into fists at her side.

"Because, waiting for every one to pack up and all of us traveling together will take much too long," Nel replyed calmly, "If this illness is a serious one, he could be long dead before we even reach Peterny. I suggest that Cliff and I take Fayt now and we'll meet you guys later in front of the inn, alright?"

"Grr.. Okay, fine! But you'd better not let anything ELSE happen to my Fayt! Understand!" She snapped while stomping back to the tents.

"Geesh, what's her problem?" Cliff sighed, scratching the back of his head.

"I think she's has PMS problems right now." Mirage suggested.

"Huh?"

"Never mind."

"I'm going with you." Albel declaired. He was standing near Fayt's head and he bent down, re-wrapping Fayt in the blanket, making sure it was secure. "I want to make sure he doesn't die before I kill him.

"Good. We wouldn't any casualties before we face the Creator." Maria smiled slightly.

"Well, in that case, I'm staying. That maggot, Sophia, needs to be cut down from her mighty pedistal." Albel smirked and began to walk away, but before he could get very far, Nel said," You're going."

"I'm staying."

"Your going!"

"I'm staying."

"YOU'RE GOING!" she shouted.

"Hmph, I was going to go like I first said I would. I have no such patience for even a breif moment with that wretch."

"Grrr..."

"Okay!" Cliff intterupted, hoisting Fayt onto his back. "There's no time to waste here. Let's get going."

"Roger."

"Hmph."

And so, our brave heroes raced for Perterny, praying for Fayt's health, except for Albel who was pondering lightly about what Fayt had asked the night before.

When they had reached the town, Nel set off immediately for one of her subbordnates who was a doctor while Albel and Cliff rented a room in the Dozing inn. They laid Fayt down and stripped him of his armor, leaving him in soft blue pants and his original vest, so that he could be as comfortable as possible.

Fayt wasn't getting any better, in fact, he was getting worse. His body tempretaure was slowly, yet steadily rising and his heart rate was growing faster. Nel had hurried back and the doctor was currently checking Fayt's pulse. She took her hand and opened his eyes, one at a time, analyzing them. She shook her head as she took her hand away from Fayt's eyes.

"This is bad," the doctor lady sighed, turning to the other three. "His pupils are severely dialated to the poing where the corona is no longer visable, and his tempreature is 101 degrees and steadly rising. All I can do at this point is give him some medicine to bring his tempreature down some, but at this rate, it won't help for very long. He'll wake up for a little while, although he might not be completely himself, but then..." She turned away.

"You mean he's going to...die?" Cliff asked, looking panic stricken and pale.

"Yes.. Sadly, I'd say he has only a few hours. Although what he isn't contages, it would be best if you keep your distance. The only medicine that could anything for the boy has not been properly made in Peterny.." she spoke sadly and softly.

They all stood in silence for awhile until Cliff, who had been thinking deep and hard, questioned the doctor.

"You said that the medicine in this town hasn't been properly made in this town, right? That means that you still have it right?"

"That's correct, sir." she assured, but then she waved her hand. "But it has certain side effects that may prove your journy much more difficult. I don't thimk-"

"We have no other choice!" Nel snapped. "Where can we find this medicine?"

"Umm...Lady Nel... The medicine, it's called Inferno's ice and..ohh.. Gossam has it." she whispered the last part.

"YOU MEAN THAT PERVERTED OLD MAN HAS IT!" Nel exclaimed very loudly. Apperently, Fayt had heard this loud remark because his body flinched violently, as if he was having a horrible dream, then he stopped moving and rested on the bed again.

"Shut your mouth, maggot." Albel hissed from behind her. He was standing near the door, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed at his chest. The others were near Fayt's bed.

"Knowing that old geezer, he'll want something perverted in exchange for the medicine. Hmm..."

"OH, WHERE IS MY FAYTIE POO! I NEED HIM! WAHHHHHHHHHH! WHERE IS HE! FAYT, I'M COMMING!", shouted an annoying voice, but before it could reach the room, Cliff and Nel ran into the hall way, grabbed the person, it was Sophia of course, and dragged her out of the inn to the northern gatewhere Gossam was. Mirage and Maria was following them, asking questions, and lightly snikering.

Albel was alone with Fayt again. he turned and was about to leave. No point in staying in a room alone with a sickly boy is there? Until the soft sound of the bed rustling made him turn.

"Umm... Are they gone?" asked a horse voice form the bed. Fayt had woken up in the midst of the commotion. He tried to sit up, but was unsucssessful and fell back on to the bed.

Albel chuckled slightly at Fayt's misfortune, then made his way over to the head of the bed where a convently placed chair was and sat down. After Fayt looked around the room for awhile, ensuring it was empty, he turned his blue-haired head to Albel and spoke softly. "Who are you?" His eyes were like the doctor said, it was almost entirely black and they were closed at half mast. Probably because of too much light.

Albel was shocked, although if you were looking at him you couldn't tell. "No one important." ALbel sneered quietly. The doctor did say that he wasn't going to be completely himself, but she didn't say anything about him losing his memory! But for some reason, Albel, preferred it this way, he couldn't put it into words, nor could he understand this feeling himself, but he felt that he'd rather have Fayt forget everything, even for the briefest moment, then be remined all the pain he'd been through thus far. What the hell is wrong with me! he yelled at himself in the back of his mind, Me, the one who killed hundreds of men, relentlessly spilling the blood of anything, friend or foe alike, that gets in my way, showing compassion for some weak little maggot? I must be losing my damn mind!

"Are..you sure?" Fayt asked, his voice barely above a whisper. It snapped Albel back to reality "For some reason, I think you're lying. I... I feel like you're much more important then you say you are."

"How the hell would you know!" Albel growled through gritted teeth. "You probably don't even remember you own damned name!"

"Suppose so..." Fayt wheezed weakly, he smiled slightly, a brief struggled smile that seemed stange for the young swordsman, almost a smirk. "Would you be so kind to tell me it then?"

"Why should I tell you!"

"Well, I guess because it IS my name, but if you don't want to tell me, can I atleast know your's?"

"Why would you want the name of some one whose not important?" he asked, it felt good, teasing Fayt like this, though most people would think it's mean, but were they here? No. Besides, Albel couldn't care less about what they said, they're all nothing more then worthless maggots.

"I want to know the name of this nice, beautiful, kind person in front of me-"

once again Fayt found himself with a blade at his throat, not like he remembered anyway.

"Don't you dare call me any of those things again, or else I'll carve the tonge from your mouth." Albel growled softly but angerly. Even when he was sick and could not remembr any thing, he still some how managed to piss Albel off.

"I'm sorry. It's just that," Fayt pulled a bare hand from undernigth the covers and pushed the blade away. He then sat up as best as he could and took the same hand, gently caressing the side of Albel's face. Albel's eyes opened wide, he stared at this sickly boy whose face was mere inches away from his own. "You presense, it feel nice. I don't know why but just you being here with me makes me feel much better." he lowered his voice til it was barely audible. "The others are nothing more then noise, like crows cawing, but you, although you seem to give off a strong sense of hatred and mercilessness, I..I like it."

Where did that come from? Yeah sure the doc did say that he would be delusional, but she didn't say that something like this would happen. Apperently, Fayt has just lost his mind! But still, Albel just pulled away, hiding his slilghtly red face with his blonde locks. He put his claw hand against Fayt's chest and pushed him roughly back onto the bed.

"Stop your ridiculous ramblings and go back to sleep!" Albel removed his claw from where it was and sat back down. Fayt nodded his head slightly, then closed his eyes, falling asleep within moments.

Fayt was facing Albel. He'd seen Fayt asleep before, but this time it was different. His face was was gentle and a small smile played on his lips, even though there was a huge risk of him dying before the day was through. Usually, his face was tense, as if he was having a nightmare. Was it because he wass alone with someone who wasn't loud and obnoxious like everyone else? Or perhaps it's just that he's a bit psycho from his illness? We'll never know. Not now anyway.

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Yeah... this story is getting a little funny, it's not supposed to, i might have to change the genre. well i know this chapter isn't named like taco said it would be, nor was a new villian introduced. But that's because tacowanted to do it. OKAY! Now for the Favor! Can anyone give me two names for two people that would be the oppisite of Fayt and Albel? and no, i'm not talking about the oppisite of fayt is albel and blahdee blahdee blah. i mean someguys totaly different then fayt and albel. the next chapter won't have them, but it will be out soon! review, because they make us feel special... and taco needs as much praise as possible! ADIOS, mi libros de lectura!