A/N: Gawd, this took me forever D: I give cookies to my wonderful three reviewers! You made me so über cheerful! xD Which is why I finally present a new--and at last--chapter~! HUZZAH! Now I'm kinda feeling guilty, mostly for what I have in store in future chapters. x3 Aren't I just the devious one? MWAHAHAHAHA. Oh, and one of my reviewers? Spam me if you want, not like I mind! XD Enough chatters, on with the fic! Psh, the middle was a motherfawker to write/type. ;~;
Summary: What are the odds of a noble swordsman with a self-absorbed egoism to be swayed by such a frail boy in the cold streets of Airyglyph? .:Albel/Fayt:.
Extra Notes: Nothing much really, well, 'thoughts' are gonna be written in italics. I still don't know if Albel is in character, well, mostly for the last part I wonder 'bout. The whole scene just stirred and pushed my other idea out of the way, I even felt a fight going on. o.o Uh, yeah, er. . .I'm strange that way~! :3 I also realized, yet another short chapter! D-:
Dedication: Maiyoko Iwagashi, seriously! Go on and read her fics.
Disclaimer: I WILL SLAP THIS ACCURSED THING. Okay, that's it . . .Time to go to my local insane asylum--no own. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. xDDD;
Song of choice/Playlist: I have two in store for each chapter, one 'instrumental', and one that is 'normal'. Go ahead, you're free to choose which one~ Just in case you have different preferences! Artist first, song next. Got it? Good.
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Rebecca St. James - Lion
Equilibrium - Mana
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Serendipity
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Waver
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"Out of the way!"
Albel shoved aside the unlucky maids in his path, cursing under his breath when stomping up to the watchtower. The soldiers gave him profound stares why the swordsman would be up in the chilly weather than resting in the sanctuary of his own room, yet they never asked, rather keeping a safe distance away. One subordinate received a nasty glare that motioned him away from the scope—it looked exactly like an old world telescope—which Albel quickly peered through the lens as he finally got the position. From one direction to the next, he finally took sight of that teen: Fayt. The blue haired bowed to an elderly lady, taking a basket of leftover bread and fruits along with him.
Fayt walked along, and then afterwards, Albel had a hard time keeping trace since the adolescent walked through the many narrow open ways. He settled down on the corner of the building, nibbling away the bread. Children began to gather—being the kind-natured being the blunette was—Fayt offered the basket to the children. With no hesitation, they took the basket and waved their thanks, leaving the Leingod with only a piece of bread. Albel growled, "What a naïve fool."
Fayt rested on the snow floor, bundling up in rags he wore as that was his only garments, as the blue-haired finished up his small meal, he went into rest. Ignoring all the whisper coming along from town dwellers and cocky rich folks, for there was nothing good coming from the silent chatter. Not like Albel could hear, only watching from far above the castle, snickering at Fayt's sleeping place. "Ah, how the lowly live. Pitiful."
"What a surprise to see someone such as you to even gives a single thought."
Growling, the set of scarlet eyes peered over to the old senior approaching closer. He took the scope from Albel's hand—as well about keeping silent of the new sword obtained—then gave a hardy chuckle, "He would look like a fine boy if trained! I see him as brave sword-wielder."
"Where are you getting at, you old coot?" Albel's eyes narrowed into deathly glowering gaze.
"You do like to brag about your skills, why not put them to the test? Make that boy your apprentice, train him. With your excellence, that should be no trouble, especially if he is ever to become noble warrior." Woltar let go of the scope, letting his words drive into Albel's skull as the senior descended down the flight of stairs.
Albel placed one finger on his chin, actually giving the idea a thought. A sly smirk formed on his lips, one scarlet orb peered back to lens as he still sees Fayt resting peacefully, "This might actually work to my advantage. I'll show him a training session of pure hell." With that said, the swordsman gave an evil chuckle, ignoring the side-glances of the soldiers around him. Satisfied for the next sort of entertainment about to be brought, Albel headed downstairs with several maids quickly rushing out of the way, his gauntlet-hand manage to snatch an apple from one of the fruit bowls a chef carried around. His fangs chomped into the delicate skin of the fruit.
'Just like the snake--
Tossing aside the half-eaten apple, the abrupt sound of the slamming door alarmed all from the other side, wondering if it was ever safe to draw close and ask what's wrong. Albel sat down to the table centered in the room, smirking at the red wine slurring down to the metallic goblet, the scarlet liquid creating drops around the table, one finger twirled around the ledge of the goblet, a reflection matching that of the amused smirk on the double-color haired.
--who has already found its prey.'
A mental image appeared in the wine, a picture of a smiling Fayt which made Albel scowl. Chugging down the drink, his free hand batted away to the goblet until it hit the floor with a 'clunk.' Albel placed his body on bed, nuzzling into the warm, wool blanket that penetrated through the stonewalls with a cool breeze blowing in.
He'll be damned to ever stoop low and sleep in the middle of the harsh winter, just like Fayt.
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Strapping the fur robe around his neck, Albel adjusted the katana around his waist, making sure it will just not come off at anytime. Feeling prepared to step outside, he noted to bring extra Fol, just in case there was a need for bribery to occupy his time for one simple boy. Biting in the icy wind that attacked his legs like daggers, Albel nodded off the feeling and wandered into the narrow corners and alleyways of Airyglyph, only to see more of the ugly and gruesome of several living through poverty, be it freezing from the snow or starving from it.
Strolling along to the east end, blood-red eyes wander around the other narrow vents, ignoring some pedestrians talking, wondering why the presence of Albel the Wicked would be anywhere near the dumps, no less searching within the heaps of poverty. Albel halted when he heard a familiar voice of that same blue haired teen, except accompanied with a girlish giggle. Following the traces of the sound, Albel's red eyes gazed at a brunette kissing Fayt softly on the cheek, whispering barely audible words of utmost caution.
"Wretched girl, out of my sight."
The brunette girl gasped, squeaking before running out of sight as commanded. Fayt's emerald eyes wander to the drifting girl, soon his only view was a mere brown dot. Redirecting his gaze at Albel, and Fayt cocked his head to the left. Numb fingers compressed on tattered shoes, rocking his body back and fourth, Fayt spoke, "That wasn't polite." A small grin plastered on the pink cheeks due to the cold affecting his skin, the blunette was definitely aware saying something as he said would hit the right spot for an argument, or even a fun way to get the swordsman angered.
As a response, the older of two grunted in response, "Who are you to judge my actions?" Taking a mental note to try to act 'kind', Albel rolled his eyes, turning his back to Fayt, "Come, fool. Woltar expects your presence."
So much for kind.
Fayt only laughed at the bitten back temperament from Albel, how it was just splendid to get him mad. After the teen quit rocking back and fourth, he slumped his body in the snow and closed his eyelids. Albel turned slightly, growling at the sight of such an impudent pest not abiding to order from someone far superior. Curling his heel to a certain angle, Albel crept closer to Fayt, the sharp claws of the gauntlet pressing down on Fayt's half-bare shoulder. From the blunette, one emerald eye grimaced at the invasion of personal space with swordsman towering over him, daunting Fayt with a low level of inflicting pain. The metal claw managed to sink into the skin, creating a thin stream of flawless red blood.
"Don't waste my time."
Shrugging off the gauntlet in his skin, Fayt closed his eye once more with the grin imbedded on his face that never left, "I'm not forcing you to stay. For all I know, I can just assume you just want me to keep you company."
'Insolent worm! Damn that old coot, what makes this child any better than the rest of the useless men in our army?'
Albel sighed in exasperation, scarlet orbs glaring down on Fayt, "Famished?"
The blue haired teen blinked rapidly, nodding as he commenced a devious plan of sheer annoyance.
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With a single twitch of his eyebrow, Albel had a seat across from Fayt in a square wooden table; the swordsman had his arms crossed at the whole array of complete and incomplete plates left to go. The shop owner kept perfect track of the order, gleeful to the price that kept stocking up, much to Albel's dismay. The boy ate two apple pies, a whole fruit bowl—a portion was Albel's fault since he has not eaten much and did crave at least for some grapes—and list goes on with content. Rubbing his temples, at least the owner was willing to give a discount since he is Albel the Wicked.
Fayt chomped off a pork piece, chewing it with much delight when he caught Albel giving a deathly glare. The swordsman released one arm, a finger tapping impatiently on the table, "Are you quite done? You are aware that after this we're heading to the castle."
Fayt swallowed the meat, licking of the savory taste of the sauce of the previous beef slice the teen had just consumed, "Don't wanna."
Albel pounded both of fist on the table, shaking the water in a wooden goblet, stirring the little droplets on the table and the pork. Overlooking the fact, whilst Albel's rage on Fayt who ate peacefully, sipping on the stew right beside him.
"What is that suppose to mean! What kind of repayment is this for all this food I purchased?!"
The double-haired color man drew out his katana, the blade pointing directly on the blunette's nose, the edge drawing dangerously close to the teen's nostrils. Fayt, unfazed, held the katana blade with two fingers, directing it towards his heart instead, "For a free-willed killer, I thought you would know where one of the fatal points are."
Albel growled, pondering why he couldn't just go on with it and strike this impudent child in the heart, it will most certainly bring him joy to see bloodshed, no less from someone who never planned on obeying him in the first place. Yet, he hesitated at the very moment; the blade was practically trembling on the spot, whilst Fayt just munching on a corn cob with his eyes closed as he saw no reason to be afraid of empty threats. Crestfallen, the owner watched as some customers sway away from the bickering two—especially since one carried around and even exposed a dangerous weapon—and decided to quickly come to Fayt and pour a certain substance in his drink.
Never noticing, Fayt pried one eye open, sipping on the wooden goblet with much enjoyment to the strange water's taste. His vision grew hazy in one moment; a little evil grin appeared on his lips when looking into the water to identify fusion off the odd taste and certain affect, nevertheless playful when realizing what it was.
"Seeing how you're sending murderous vibes, I'll go on one condition! Once you accept, you can't refuse me." Albel shuddered when he felt Fayt almost purr out the "me" in the sentence, the shiver crept on his spine when Albel read too much into the purring thing.
'He seems much different than before.'
"What would that be?"
Looking down on Fayt's drink made Albel's face scrunch up in disgust to the putrid scent of the liquid, one eyebrow raised skeptically to the odd color, 'That's not water…'
Fayt looped his finger around the metal collar attached to Albel's neck, in a quick second; Albel's eyes went wide to the new distance between the two males. Beyond the safe detachment of several inches away, now they brushed nose to nose, and it seems Fayt was drawing closer beyond personal space.
"I want to taste you." Fayt said quietly enough, disregarding all looks directed to them.
To this, Albel twitched: 'I'm going to—'
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A/N: Hehehe, going to what? ;D Somewhat obvious what Albel is gonna do, but I just wanted to mix around the fun. Eh, this time I really tried to check for mistakes, thank goodness my schools has microsoft 2008 version, yet I know it didn't find them ALL. 8B Now then, I can't promise a speedy update. I still got a list to go on what to do afterwards. DARN MII PROCRASTINATION! Well, what can I do? I am just one lowly person xDD The snake thing, I'm trying to get with the apple and the snake form Adam and Eve. Oh, you will surely see why(even if there is a bit of a mix). The girl who kissed Fayt on the cheek was Sophia. Kays? Any who... Hope ya liked it~ Review? n.n 'Cause you know what? That makes me happy and spirited enough to TRY to update faster. Okies? Okies. XD