A/N: I finally got around to updating this again. x-x I feel like such a loser. Oh well…summer vacation means more time to work.
Disclaimer: Er…welll, I wish I own Albel. I kinda own little Albel. Kind of.
"So I take it nobody has a clue what's going on?' Albel sneered. He glanced at the mini version of himself. "Alright, brat. Speak up. Tell me what's going on or have you been around those fools too long and you're just as dense as they are?"
Albel looked surprised as the child started kicking at him. "What gives you the right to be calling me a brat? You're a pathetic loser, that's what you are."
Albel looked annoyed as the kid continued to kick at him with no results. "You stupidity is astounding, brat. Now, go find something better to do than waste my time."
"You can't order me around," the little Albel growled.
"Oh, really, brat? Then I suppose I'll have to teach you a lesson." Albel unsheathed his katana.
Fayt jumped in before Albel could kill his miniature self and perhaps destroy the world as they knew it. "Err, Albel," he began.
"What do you want?" two irritated voices answered at once.
Albel rounded on his miniature. "I am tired of this game. Go back home now or your parents will find your body in the morning."
"Please don't kill him," Fayt pleased. "He's-"
"He's what?" Albel interrupted. "Someone famous, perhaps/ bah, all those rich fools…I have to be nice to them despite their ignorance, just for the sake of the kingdom." He rolled his eyes.
"My father is a brigade captain, so watch your tongue," the little Albel snapped.
"Oh really?" Albel purred. "I am a brigade captain as well, little brat. And which brigade is your father captain over?"
"The Dragon Brigade," little Albel said importantly. 'I will take his place when I get older."
Albel's eyes flashed with anger. His lips curved into a wicked grin. "Oh, so you're Vox's little one. I'll send you to hell to meet him."
Fayt jumped in and countered the blow from Albel's katana with his own sword. "Don't kill him!" Fayt looked desperately at the child. "Please, explain to him before he tries to kill you again."
The child rolled his eyes. "My father is Glou Nox, captain of the Dragon brigade."
Albel dropped his katana. "That's impossible, brat. Glou Nox is dead. He's not the captain of the Dragon Brigade anymore."
"What?" the child screeched. "I bet you killed him, you pathetic coward." He started kicking at Albel's shins again.
A slight flicker of pain crossed Albel's eyes before he grabbed the child by the back of the arm and yanked him away. "Now, don't even pretend to be Glou Nox's son. He died before you were born, brat."
"I am too his son," little Albel glared. "I am Albel Nox, Glou Nox's only son."
"You are not Albel," Albel growled. "I don't know who gave you the idea you can pretend to be me, but it's ridiculous."
The child stomped a foot. "I'm Albel Nox," he insisted, rattling off Albel's birth month, day, and year.
Albel's eyes narrowed. "That is not possible. You don't know what year it is, do you? You should grown-up, not still a child. Don't steal my birth date." He frowned and looked the child over. "And don't steal my clothes either. They don't suit you."
The child growled and drew his dagger. 'We will settle this once and for all over who is pretending."
"oh, will we?" Albel asked dangerously, wielding his katana.
Fayt jumped in again. "Come on. You're both Albel. One from the past and one from the present. Now, don't kill each other off or you'll have no past and no future."
"Bah, that makes as much sense as you claim that you're from a different planet,' Albel scoffed, eyeing Fayt critically. "Aliens, bah."
However, the child looked thrilled. "You, I demand that you take me to see your planet," he said sternly.
Fayt snickered. "I see where you learned your manners. You still have the same way of dealing with people, don't you?"
Albel scowled. "He's certainly not me. I was never that stupid at that age. Must be a different me. Because, why would we both be in the same time? Wouldn't that mess up something?"
"Different dimensions as well as planets," Fayt mused. "Interesting." He beamed. "I'll have to talk it over with Maria later. She's done lots more traveling than I have."
"Oh, don't go bringing her into this," Albel grumbled.
"Don't ignore me, take me to your planet now!" the child screeched.
"Hold on, I'm talking to-" Fayt began.
The boy pinched Fayt's arm. "You're talking to me, not him. Now do it."
"Ouch," Fayt muttered, rubbing the spot on his arm. He looked at Albel helplessly. "Please, control yourself."
"Okay, brat," Albel growled. "You're going to get out of the way and not cause us any more trouble. Maybe being locked in our room at the inn will teach you a lesson."
He scooped up the boy, still kicking and screaming, tossed him over his shoulder and headed for the inn.