hey! yeah we seem to like this story alot more then the others, and so do you guys! 1246 hits the last time I checked/does the dee-dee dance/ but only 28 reviews! please review! i love you guys! but when you think about it, that's alot for only 4 chapthers, so review if you feel like it, wanna say somthing, give suggestions, or just to make us happy, though we're pretty happy as it is.i'll accept flames for a 3 reasons. 1) This is reallly confsing, 2) It doesn't quite make sense, and 3) Just...Just because I suck. But don't be too harsh, i'm still not quite accoustemed to this. (Taco-"yeah right...")

And Fayt has the right to act ooc because he has amneisia, so don't mind that, ok? You can rest assure that there'll be more emotional changes on Fayt's part. Though Albel doens't have an excuse... So yeah.. I will take the blame for that THIS chapter. I wow.. i never thought i could ramble this much... oh well. Thanks for reading and enjoy!-Muna (last seen getting albel's eyeballs from zenphoenixa. thanks! yeah.. I know that's kinda late..)

ps. we don't own anything and the song is called "Living in You Eyes"which is owned by

L'arc-en-Ciel, or more specificilly, the words belong to Hyde and the music belongs to Tetsu! YAY! well... go ahead and read. )

bold equals thoughts

bold italics equals Dueno speaking with Sophia

bold underline means exageration/title

/ words between these little dash thingies equals singing/

Italics means Fayt's story

yeah.. I know. It's alot, but that makes the story work, 'kay?

Help Me Please! Chapter 5- Better then Sleep or Medicine

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Pre story poem

Come to me in my dreams, and then

By day I shall be well again!

For the night will more then pay

The hopeless longing of the day

Come, as thou cam'st in sooth,

A messenger from radiant climes,

And smile on thy new world, and be

As kind to others as to me!

Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,

Come now, and let me dream it truth;

And part my hair and kiss my brow.

And say: My love! why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then

By day, I shall be well again!

For then the night will more then pay

The hopeless longing of the day.

-- "Longing" by Mathew Arnold

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Let the story begin...

"GOSSAM!", Nel yelled (A/N I've just noticed that they yell alot in this fic..sorry) as they reached the Northern Gate of Perterny. She had given up on dragging Sophia, she was tired of getting kicked by the struggling girl, so Cliff had picked her up and threw her over his shoulder (like how Ursus carried Fayt into the teleporter thingie).

"Ah, Lady Nel! And what causes you to grace me with your presense?" the pervy old man said sweetly, eyeing Nel's long legs and her slim figure, which quickly earning him a punch to the back of the head and a nose bleed.

"I, Nel Zelpher, agent of Aquaria, request that you may give us the medicine known as Inferno's Ice, so that we can use it to cure our ally." She said as she knelt on the ground in front of Gossam, dispite the fact that she was about to explode, whom in turn got all giggly and bubbly. He calmed down a little, wiped his face clean, then began to rubb his hairy chin, thinking.

"Well... That medicine will work, but I only have one dosage, which should be more then enough, but I worked sooo hard on it. What would I get in exchange? I have no interest in money." Gossam eyed all the girls, Nel, Maria, mirage, and ,of course the sweet and innocent, SOPHIA.

"How 'bout a date with this lovely young lady?" Cliff put Sophia down and held her in place by the shoulders. Sophia looked confused, since she had spent the whole time trying to escape and not listing to the conversation that was at hand.

"Hmmm... That'll work. I was planing to use it for other perposes, since the side effects could be very useful for me, but since I'm being offered such a lovely exchange and you seem to be desprate, I'll let you have it. Please give me a moment to get it from my stand over there." He turned and practically skipped down the street to a cart, fumbbling around inside.

"HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING! HOW CAN YOU PUT ME UP FOR TRADE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!" Sophia cried, pounding her fists into Cliff's chest, who, by reflex, sent her flying across the street.

"Uh... oops? Sorry 'bout that." he apologized, scratching his head.

"Hey, how come when Fayt did that to you back during the last battle in the war with Airygliph, you didn't send him flying across the way?" Nel asked.

"Umm... Because... I... was... umm... Ordered to protect him! That's right! I was ordered to protect him." He replyed, hesitently.

"Right..."

Mirage walked over to Sophia, who was recovering from her short flight. She helped her up and worked her persuasive magic on her. "Think about it. You love Fayt, Right?"

"Right!"

"Well, then think about how happy he'll be when he find's out about what you did to save his life! He'll love you like he loves no one else!"

"Really!"

"Really, really."

'Yah hear that, Dueno? Fayt will love me!' Sophia thought gleefully, clapping her hand together.

'Not nessaserly.'

'What do you know? You don't live in the Eternal Sphere. So just shat up!'

'Alright... But when things screw up, just think about me, and I'll come help you with a real plan.'

'Yeah, whatever.'

"Hello! I'm baaacck!" The oddly bubbly voice of Gossam brought Sophia back to reality.

("Scaree..." "What is?" "Mirage's ability to persade anybody, and that old man. "Hmmm.. you're right about that."((side conver. between Cliff and Maria)))

"Here's your medicine." He handed a vial containing a liquid that was alterating from a firey red to an icy blue, to Nel. He turned and popped up behind Sophia and pushed her lightly down the street, to the town square, rambling on about going to dinner and something or another.

"You two have fun!" Cliff waived his hand above his head, earning him a glare from Sophia, who was almost out of sight.

"HEY WAIT! WHAT ARE THE SIDE EFFECTS YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT!" Maria shouted down the street them, but they had dissappeared into the bustling crowd. "Grr..Dammit."

"Aw well. we can't worry about it right now, besides, it's probably nothing more then a stomach ache or something minor like that. Let's go everyone, there's no time to waste!" Nel and the other's set back down the street, probably knocking down a few of the townspeople along the way, but no one cared. It was all about Fayt right now.

The gang opened the door to Fayt's room, and stared wide eyed at the sight they saw.

Albel was sitting next to fayt in the chair near the head of the bed. His head was resting on his folded hands, his eyes closed. If you didn't know better, you might have thought that he was praying. But this was Albel we're talking about, so you know that he's either resting his eyes or sleeping. It was such a peaceful moment, but when the door closed behind them when they were inside the room, Fayt sat up.

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Fayt was woken up to the sound of the door opening and closing. He sat up gingerly, as his body was aching all over. It wasn't as bad as before, but still plenty painful. He didn't feel like he was stuffed into an oven anymore either. He eyed the other people in his room, thinking about how annoying this was getting. Twice he had been woken up by these strange people.

"Umm... Hello?" he grumbled sourly. It was as he had said before, those other people he didn't know were just noise, and somehow, that saddened him greatly. How could he have gotten along with such loud people? It was only that one man, the one with the dark brown hair with blonde tips and the metal claw, that he some how felt connected to. Almost like...like... Well, that didn't matter, it's not like he could remember anything any way. Still, he was bothered by his own actions. What had caused him to caress that man's face. Soon, he hoped, he'd be better, but until then, he was left groping in the dark for memories.

"Fayt! You're awake!" Cliff almost sang, doing that thing with his fists.

"Way to point out the obvious, worm." Albel swore quietly under his breath. Fayt couldn't help but smile a weak smile. Then he turned his attention to Cliff.

"Fayt? Is that my name? Sounds a bit girly if you ask me." Nel, Cliff, Mirage, and Maria's jaws all dropped, while Albel snickered slightly.

"You don't remember anything, do you?" Maria asked cautiously.

"No... Nothing that I think would explain who you guys are, where I am, Who I am, where I'm from, or any other vital information about my life so far." Fayt said sarcasticly, though there was truth to what he said, he didn't remember squat that could help him figure out that information, but random things did begin to pop up in is head, something about some game that had people dancing, though he just pushed that into the farthest reaches of his mind.

"You have got to be kidding me! Is this for reals!" CLiff groaned, placing a hand on his forehead.

"Yeah.. sorry."

"No... This means that his illness is in it's final stage!" Nel pulled out the vile that head the medicine in it and handed it to FAyt, who was eyeing it with a bewildered look on his face. "Here, drink this. It should make you well again."

Fayt was not really into the idea of drinking something given to him by a stranger, but if the man with the claw didn't disapprove of it, he guessed it would be okay. He pulled the stopper out and raised the swirling liquid to his lips, swallowing the bitter liquid in a few sips, (rhymes!) then coughing on the burning sensation it caused while slipping rapidly down his throat to his stomach.

"Good. Now all that's left is to pray."

"Hmph. To what god? We all no that there's no gods." Maria said sourly. Nel shot an icy stare at her, but let it go when a loud rumbling noise broke the silence (again!).

"Wow. That was loud." Mirage laughed, and so did the rest of the group, except Alebl, who had just remembered what had happend the night before, talk about de ja vu. Unable to stand those fools anymore, he stood and left the room, muttering something about worms ruining a nice moment and something about going to take a bath. When he pushed by Nel and the others, he felt Fayt's gaze on him, all the way to the door, until he closed it behind him. Albel knew that that leaving Fayt alone with those maggots would make him uncomfortable, but what did he care? He just wanted to clear his head.

((((back to poor Fayt))))

"Yeah, I'm a little hungry." Fayt replied when asked if he was hungry. His stomach growled again, though it was a little quieter.

"So how's about some food? We'll go to the market place and pick up something good. What do you want?" CLiff asked, it seems quite clear he was trying to make Fayt happy, why you ask? Well, nither I nor the rest of the gang know.

"Umm... How about miso soup and tempera shrimp? That sounds good." Fayt smiled, he was getting the royal treatment, and he didn't even know these people. Maybe they aren't so bad.

"Hey Nel, do you even have miso on this planet?"

"I'm not sure what you are talking about."

"I'll take that as a no. Sorry kid They don't have miso here. How 'bout some steamed buns or something?"

"That sounds good. Thank you."

"Here." Mirage pulled a blank book out of her bag and also a feather pen and a bottle of indian ink. She hands them to Fayt who stares at them blankly.

"What's this for?"

"Well, you liked to write alot. (in the game, that was his best thing in the invention thingie) So i guessed that you'd want to write a bit, since you're stuck in bed for now. Here's your reading glasses as well. We'll be back in a little bit, so just rest for now okay?"

"Alright. Thanks again."

"No prob." SHe waved and they all poured out of Fayt's room. He was slightly mad that those people made the swordsman leave, but there was nothing that he could do about it, but he did feel a part of him longing for that man to return... He.. just wanted to embrace the man, feel his warmth against him... Fayt suddenly blushed as he realized what he was thinking. What am I thinking! I don't even remember him and I already want to touch him!... wait... that sounded dirty... OH MY GOSH! Don't tell me I was a pervert before I lost my memory! Bad Fayt! BAD! He mentally scolded himself, as he laid completely down.

Fayt tried to sleep again, but was just too hungry to sleep. So instead, he put the glasses on, picked up the book and pen, and begain to write...

As I walk down a road, not seeming to know anything, not the past, nor present, nor future, I see a fork in the road not too far from where I am...

Fayt read what he had written, something about this seemed familar somehow. But he just strugged it off and continued writting.

The first path is brightly lit, beautiful spring foliage, birds singing merrily, and many adorible animals were scattered along the way. The sun was shining through the trees and flowers lined the path, covered in a dazzling dew, sending shards of brillance all around...

Fayt continued to write, and though he didn't know it, he began to sing. The best bet would be because this song is one of the first things he remembered, why? Well... I suppose that we won't ever know...(apperently, we don't know anything.)

/I don't know how long... but it's been some time,
how much do I really know about you?
following the map with my fingertips isn't getting us anywhere,
I see how it distresses you in your face,
so much you try to conceal it./

The first path is straight, as far as I could see, the road was smooth, no bumps or creaves. It was truely beautiful. Alas, at the end was darkness. Blacker then a starless night, an endless oblivion with no means of escape. Even If I tried, if I tread that path, the emptyness was unavoidable, for life only moves in one direction and stops for no one. The only thing that would keep me company would be the memory of what I exsperianced on my way there. I'd remain in that prison til my death...

/It's strange... how even as I run in circles
as if resisting my advance to a busy future
my heart still draws you. /

He didn't realize it, but a few of the inn's residents stood out side of his door, listening to the beautiful foregin words he sung.

/When I looked up, the radiance had filled the sky
without losing any of its lustre.
If only we could be like that sun always shining./

The second path is dark, utterly eerie. Trees bare, all the organic life forms dead, except for the thorns and thick brush lighning the road's sides... The road veered every direction, making the journy down it look even longer then it should. The only real life that I see is all sorts of perilous creatures. Venomous, indignant, ravenous creatures of the land wait for me, just waiting for me to come, eyeing me as if i was some delicacy for them to stick their fangs in. Then, there are the carnivorous, meshuga, gluttonous beasts of the sky, waiting for the chance to devour my carcus if the creatures of the sky get me, to eat my remains. If I were to go down that path alone, surely I'd be devoured. But that's not the worst part...

/I want to be embraced in your scent... if just a little longer
the outside air pulls my collar, but I turned my back to it. /

By now, most of the residensts on that floor stopped at the door, gazing in awe at the door to the room where Fayt was, the source of the beautiful melody. Those who knew who was in the room, knew he was sick, pondered silently about how he was able to sing even though he was sick. Still, those foregin entranced them all. They swayed back and forth.

Fayt, on the other hand, was still clueless, if he were in his normal state of mind he would have sensed those other people. But for now, he was in his own little world.

/my sighs blurring white in the air, inform me of the season.
going through it again, a thought occurred to me,
What am I doing here////

OH no, that by far, is not the worst. It's the sky. A crimson red sky, with grey thunder clouds scattered all around, like blood spilt on a sidewalk, with only tiny areas of concrete that shown through. A gresome thought, yes, but that's what it looks like to me. Nothing else can really describe it except for this one word. Horrifing... Way beyond that, I could see the sun shining, a bright light, a place where knew hope can be born...

Fayt thought for a while, two people came it to his mind. The swordsman with the claw arm, for some reason when Fayt thought about him his heart skipped a beat, and a girl wearing a pink dress. (three guesses on who this is..) The girl was smiling, her long brown hair surrounded her face like an angel's would. She seemed very important to him, but the girl seemed more connected to his past, while he knew nothing about the swordsman. He begin to write yet again.

I had finally reached the fork, but a new problem has risen, which road should I take? Suddenly, two figures appears. One on each side of the path. They both reach out to me, trying to get me to come with them. THe person on the bright path was small, like a teenager, and wore bright clothes, mixing wonderfully with the bright blue sky. The person who was on the dark, eerie path, wore dark clothing, even darker then the sky and wore many weapons, swords, axes, spears, and more strapped on their back, as if preparing for a bloody battle. But they would surely help me down that deadly path. They both were faceless, but the person on the bright path looked familiar, someone whom I have loved. Perhaps this person had the key to my memories, but what of the other person? Maybe a new future lies on that path with them. A person whom I could love...

/I want to stay here watching you smile forever
I want to live each changing moment in your eyes,
in that one scene forever colored in gentle hues
to bring us close together, I want to stop time forever./

BUt which should I choose? the path of the past, or the path of the future? One whom I had loved, or one whom I could love? Bright sunshine, then eternal darkness, or the darkness before the brilliant dawn? Sorrow and suffering, then everlasting happiness, or easily obtained happiness, but nothing at the end?Cracked memories forever, or an unknown new beginning. Both are precious, I'd keep both close to my heart, but I can only choose one... Which will I choose?

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Practically the whole inn was standing outside of Fayt's door by now. Cliff, Mirage, Nel, and Maria were pushing the people out of the way. Nel stopped to ask one of the ladys standing outside the door what was going on.

"Can't you hear it? Some young man is singing in some foriegn language. Dispite that I cannot understand a single word he's singing, it... sounds so beautiful..." The other people who were being really quiet so they could hear Fayt nodded in aggreement. All of them... and there were alot. Nel and the others stopped to listen to Fayt.

/I want to stay here watching you smile forever
I want to live each changing moment in your eyes,
If one day I could bring you to a serene season
to the flowers blooming in the sky like snowflakes.
...to the flowers/

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Fayt had finally notice all the hushed voices outside of his door. He stood quietly, gliding to the door like a ghost. He slowy opened the door, when about everyone in the whole inn fell right into the room, almost knocking Fayt down, if he hadn't seen it comming. He had just hardly avoided falling by jumping to the side, pressing his back against the wall beside the door.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!" He shouted at the people on the floor, trying to get up and leave the room.

When they all did, when there was only Fayt's people with him, The came inside and closed the door.

"Heh heh...Sorry about that, we were just entranced by your singing." Cliff went over and put the food on the desk underneith the window.

"I was singing?"

"Huh? you didn't know?"

"Not at all, I was just writing in the book that woman over there gave me, that's all." He blushed a little. His fever had pretty much dissappeared by now, and he was thinking more rationally, but alas, he still didn't remember these guys. "Did I sound okay?"

"Yes, if you hadn't, then all those people who were at your door would have told you to be quiet by now." Nel smiled at the shocked exspression that was on Fayt's face, then reached into the bag that was on the desk and pulled out a bowl covered by some sort of leather thingie. She handed it over to Fayt, who opened it and saw stew.

"Sorry, but all the cafes were closed so the only place we could go to was the soup bowl stand. Don't worry though, it's still good, just made. Go ahead and eat it."

Fayt lifted a spoon to his lips, sniffing lightly to make sure it smelled alright, then stuck it in is mouth. It tasted sorta like the beef stew they had on earth, except it was more watery and had more veggies then meat. Nonetheless, it was good. He literarly gulpped the whole thng down, signifying that he REALLLY was really hungery.

He finished and as he sat the bowl down on the side table, he realized how dark it was.

"Hey, what time is it?" He asked the big man in the leather clothers.

"It's late, so you need to got to sleep. Your fever's gone, but you're not out of the forest just yet."

"What?"

"Never mind. All I'm trying to say is that you're still not out of the dangerous area and you need to sleep. We're leaving tomorrow, if you're up to it."

"Okay." He crawled into the bed again, pulling the sheets over him. " G'night." When all of the group was satified at the thought that Fayt was asleep, they left.

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Fayt tossed and turned in his bed, not getting a single wink of sleep for the past few hours. He felt tired, heck, if it weren't for something nagging at him in the back of his mind, he'd be dead asleep by now.

It was the darkness. Not literally, not the fact that the entire room was as dark as a deep, limitless corridor, it was the fact that he was alone. Yeah sure, they say laughter is the best medicine, but company is just as good right? Unless you're one of those cantakorous people who hate everybody.(A/n: Albel... But he's still awesome!) But nooooo... Fayt was left all alone again.

This really sucks... Fayt thought to himself. He felt that longing sensation for that swordsman again and quickly banished it to the furthest reaches of his mind. He mentally sighed and rolled over (mind you, he was facing the wall) and came face to face with a pair of crimson red eyes. Fayt was about to scream bloody murder, when a hand claspes around his mouth, and a small light was brought up from under the bed.

The small light, which apperently a candle, illuminated just a little, enough so that Fayt could see who it was. The person had mid length dark brown hair, with blonde tips...

"M'm moo!" (It's you!)Fayt exclaimed, though his words cameout incoherent because of the hand covering his mouth. He struggled to pull away, but that resulted in the other pinning him down. The candle was left on the floor, sending a eerie shadow along the walls, giving just enough light for Fayt and the other to see each other.

"Make another sound and I'll make sure you won't speak again!" the man hissed lowly. He slowly got off of Fayt, and instead of sitting on the bed beside Fayt, he sat once agian in the chair near the head of the bed, crossing his legs and proping them up then on the bed's edge

Fayt was speechless. The person he had been longing for all day was right in front of him and alll he could manage to say was 'M'm moo!'. He felt mad at himself. He sat up, legs hanging over the edge of the bed, facing the other man. He didn't dare look into the his's eyes, but he did manage the courage to ask the swordsman a question.

"Ummm... why are in my room at this hour?" He asked very quietly.

"YOUR ROOM! You are gravely mistaken, worm! Had you not noticed that there are two beds in this room! Surely you didn't think that just because you're sick you can get your own room! As matter of fact, fool, you're the one that came up with the idea of saving Fol by having everyone share a room! I wouldn't even be in this room if it weren't for that and the fact that I can't stand those other maggots!" Albel snapped, standing above Fayt and pointing across the room. There was indeed another bed there. How the heck can a person who's been in here for the whole freakin' day not notice the secenery!

"I'm sorry, I just didn't realize..."

"Of course you didn't fool. You're sick, so you're acting really brainless and your senses aren't as sharp as they should be. This is the only time I'll let it pass. Next time you'll be Kicked out of the room head first. Literaly. So Go to sleep." Albel got up and picked up the candle, putting it out with the swift movement of his hand.

Fayt sat up until he could hear the other's body softly hit the bed with a dull thud. He then laid back down facing the wall. He listened to the slience for awhile, before some thing broke through.

"Hey worm." an gruff voice came out frome the darkness.

"Hmm?" Fayt replied sleeply.

"If you still wanted to know, my name is Albel Nox."

"Albel...hmm... that a nice name..."

"Shut your mouth and sleep!"

"Alright... Good night, Albel."

"Hmph."

Sleep came easily with the company of Albel there. The last thought that Fayt had before slipping into that blissful thing know as sleep was 'His company better then any sleep or medicine...'

End Chapther 5

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Yeah, that's chpter 5! The ending is kinda rushed... This kinda sorta got a bit angisty, if you squint really hard you can see it. We decided to change the genre because when we thought about it, this story will be more funny then angisty. Though there will be more angist, but it won't be the most saddest thing you've ever read. If you want somethin more sad, read 'Lethal Triangle' which was written by Tolanya! I love that story! I Thank My new beta person Tsuki Yuuki in advance! You can look foward to a little one shot dedicated to you! (winks) I KNow that you haven't gotten a chance to beta this chapther yet, but i didn't want to keep the readers waiting anylonger! sorry! I Know that the story Fayt writes is much longer then the length of the song he sings, so let's just say that it was one of those stories that has you on a roll, the words landing on the page faster then you think you're writing. What did Albel do while Fayt was writing? What did Sophia do with Gossam? What are those side effects? Find out next chapther! See ya!