A/N: I was hoping for a second update during the week I had off, sadly I couldn't make it. Sigh, and my week-long exam is finally done, just like my school year. I ain't a fan of doing the work, it's just my friends :D It's been a very quiet week without having them around. And so, that quietness and the party I went with my friends (Reunion? xD) and I got the most partially brilliant idea! Yet it was hard deciding between the two--I mean, three scenarios. Hope ya liked the one I picked, I'll explain why I decided on said case, but not now. FYI, this might be a tad rushed 'cause I don't wanna lengthen this plot idea chapter thingy for another chapter. Too much trouble.
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 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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Relient K – Be my escape
SecretGarden - Silent Wings
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Serendipity
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Two-faced
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"Albel, you're so pretty…" whispered Fayt, quietly and hushed with his warm breath creeping closer to Albel's neck, and soon immobilizing the swordsman from any body movement once the towel slipped away from Fayt's waist and drifted along the water of the vast tub.
Albel's mind panicked, no doubt Fayt breathing pace and expression can only mean one thing and can be thought of as such: 'imbecilic horny bastard!' The swordsman bit his tongue, bucking up his knee upon Fayt's abdominal area. Through succession, Albel took this opportunity to use his bind up wrist, his bony elbow slamming onto Fayt's skull, creating a small swelling on his noggin, throughout it all, Albel panted savagely as he ripped the ropes by gnawing on them with his teeth. Albel didn't give a second glance, his feet scrambling to get out of the tub without tripping or slipping, mumbling colorful curses for every step he took.
"Tch, for sure I thought he would give in!" Fayt pouted, crossing his arms whilst his head accidentally knocked the wooden tub on the same spot of swelling, making him hiss in utter pain. Fayt took his bath, ignoring the persistent maids questioning his authority not to touch him. Yet the menacing aura of 'stay the hell away from me' was in the air.
The blunette gathered his new clothing especially suited for fighting and adventuring, including a sheathed sword in place. His blue boots clicked along the hallway, a churn in his stomach made him halt before peering inside Albel's room, nervous if it a wise move enter the domain with a pissed of red-eyed monster. The brown arm warmer squeaked as he clenched his fist, making Fayt more anxious to go inside when Albel perfectly heard that. Gulping down the lump in his throat, the blunette entered with vigilance, keeping a bright smile plastered on his face.
Albel sat on a chair, wiping of his drenched hair with a towel and seemingly disregarding Fayt entering his room. His half-wet gauntlet hand searching throughout the wooden cabinet for a hairbrush, then his claws gripped the handle tightly once the brush ran through the tangles in his hair. Albel's fingers fiddled his hair wrappings, the large white strand circling the floor and releasing the longer stands of wet, but silky bi-colored hair.
Fayt gawked.
"Close your mouth, fool." Hissed Albel, brushing the tight knots at ending tips of one section of his hair.
"C-can I brush your hair? It's so--" Fayt pondered the moment, too terrified by Albel's reaction if he said 'pretty', "--nice."
Albel grunted, he tossed the brush across his shoulder, landing crookedly on Fayt's palm as he scrambled to keep it on one single hand. Holding out a few strands of hair, Fayt delicately brushed past the long bi-colored hair, staying alert towards knots and tangles hidden beneath all that head of hair. The silence felt comforting to them both, especially to Albel's view to let someone that was practically a stranger brushing his precious hair - not even the maids were allowed to do so.
The peace was broken from a shuffling of feet concealed by the oak door, a pale-yellow piece of paper emitting raspy noises as it was pushed deeper until it met the other side of the door: the side Fayt and Albel seem to be. The hairbrush was placed aside, letting the bi-colored locks drift away from Fayt's fingers and the lingering of silk sensation to be long gone. His boots clicked when kneeling down, opening the crumbled edges on the note.
The swordsman blinked, noticing the brushing and ease he felt just a minute ago has already vanished. Tilting his head, scarlet eyes were fixed from the floor to Fayt's ass.
For some reason, he subconsciously stared that whole time while Fayt skimmed through the passage.
"What do you know! The anniversary of the King's birth is tomorrow night! Can I go?" Still kneeling down, Fayt crooked his neck to the side, blinking before taking notice in what particularly Albel's eyes seem to be fixed at. A smug smirk formed on his lips, when a low, hushed, and seductive voice, he said, "Like what you see?"
Albel's hand reached for the brush, aiming towards Fayt's head with great succession to his flawless ability. Clapping off the imaginary dust off his hands, Albel began untangling his hair with his hand (not the gauntlet hand), roughly ripping out the knots due to the anger plummeting his heart.
The blunette rubbed the throb gently with one finger, mumbling a few words that were barely audible. Fayt stayed in his spot, too frightened to push the bi-colored man to further anger.
"So, Albel, am I allowed to go?"
"No."
Fayt pouted, crossing him arms in the way a child would, no less whining, "Why not?" His frown turned into a smile, "Unless you don't want me to associate with people - you want to keep me for yourself! Isn't that--"
Albel: "…On second thought, do as you wish. You're training starts bright and early anyway."
Bold and daring, the emerald orbed approached the swordsman with arms spread wide open, then embracing Albel's slim figure with a warm arms for the purpose of which is still unknown. The worse case currently is that Albel was still trying to untangle a knot, leaving his arm sticking out awkwardly out of the embrace.
"C'mon, show me a possessive side. Without it, I feel like there's a gap, just like in tub."
"…You've lost any trace kindness I was slightly going offer, instead of a bed of hay to rest in, you'll sleep on gravel with a wonderful aroma—suited much for yourself—of dragon urine. My suggestion is to back away, now."
The blunette grumbled, his lanky arms sliding away from Albel's body and regaining a much for firm position then the cringing one a few second ago, even if it feel simple fantastic to use the perfect moment to get enough body contact. A few seconds later, Fayt perked his head back in Albel's direction, "Wait, I'm sleeping on what?"
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On that night, it seemed the swordsman was as good as serious, Fayt mentally sulked sleeping on the uncomfortable gravel, but sighed with relief that he was at least considerate enough not to add dragon urine. The blunette shuffled for comfort, eventually one arm scratching against the tiles, making him hissing in pain silently. For the last time, Fayt dug his hand in the gravel for extra comfort, but once the sensation of warm wet fluid that has reached his fingers; he couldn't help but slowly lift up his hand. His emerald eyes were half-lidded as his face crinkled in disgust, "Aww, ewww."
Dragon urine.
Just great.
'Just freakin' great...'
The Leingod lifted his body from the gravel, preventing his left hand from touching any fiber of his clothing. Quietly tiptoeing to find a sink, a fountain, an anything that has water! Much to his dismay, there was no such thing in sight, and he can't even remember where what is what. Due to his inquisitiveness, he followed the steady trail of the castle, walking past various doors wherein everyone was fully resting during this chilly night.
Not like Airyglyph was ever a warm nation.
His curious smile formed a stern frown, scurrying to find the exit of the castle—except, this time he was actually able to locate the exit than any other room—the guards were fast asleep, neglecting their duties for some rest. Fayt slipped out of the castle with ease, picking up the snow and rubbing it mostly on his left hand. The cold shivers numbed his fingertips, and then he dropped the melted snow to the ground and trying his best to warm his hands in his pockets.
'He should be in Kirlsa.'
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Annoyed.
Yeah, that was definitely the word to describe it.
Albel was annoyed and not amused, the blunette he worked on so hard convincing to stay in the castle is gone from his gravel stack, the awful scent of dragon urine was no longer leaving a trace for the Leingod's whereabouts. Then again, the bi-colored man never considered looking outside his room for any trace of the teen, due to the fact that the swordsman just woke up from his oddly late noon rest.
A maid scampered the halls with a wonderful strum of humming emitting from her lips, she skipped jolly in her black flats with a basket of clothes jumping up and down along with the pace of her skipping, she did a double take when finally entering Albel's room - bowing her head with respect and back up, that is, "Did you have a well-earned rest?"
Albel blinked with boredom.
"We're all in pact for the preparation for the King! Count Woltar asked if you can assist him with a task, he even mentioned that Duke Vox will even cut his trip for a while just for this very event! Isn't all just exhilarating?" Giggling, she went back to skipping the corridors.
Nothing woke him better from his drowsiness from the mentioning of that accursed name: Duke Vox.
'That man is better of dead.'
Albel cracked his neck, lifting his body up from the bed as he finally stretched his arms; scarlet eyes kept lock on the gravel where Fayt was suppose to be. Albel's arms rested back on his sides, he exit his room and browsed the others area for Woltar or Fayt, either one will have one way to bug him.
The old man was on the first floor, watching the maids busily rush past him to get things in order.
"Called for me?" said the swordsman, descending down the staircase sluggishly.
The senior turned around, waving to Albel's direction, "I hope you slept well, we're going to Kirlsa to get several supplies. We would take the dragons, but I think a walk would lift our spirits, wouldn't you agree?"
The bi-colored male just yawned.
"Charmed. Why don't we begin to head off?"
Once Woltar took one step further, one of the younger maids stood in front of him, tapping her foot impatiently, "Count Woltar! It was exclusively mentioned you will distract the King today, and for Lord Albel to fetch the supplies!"
The word 'fetch' made Albel's eye twitch.
The small senior sighed, "Fine, we might as well send someone else. Albel wouldn't mind keeping Vox company, now would he?" The grin on Woltar's face was proved once Albel rapidly walked outside, informing he's still taking the dragon and will be back. The mighty wings of the dragons flapped, letting Albel climb aboard before hoisting itself up in the air.
"To Kirlsa."
The snowy piles of snow gathered on the dragon, leaving the trouble to Albel to sweep of the mounds the gathered on the back so the flight can be quicker and efficient, and as well for no amount of snow to slow the trip. The dragon flew as speedily as possible to get out of the snowy nation, dissevering to warmer and not as snowy borders. From the lack of snow that was coming, the flight was quicker than expected, but it never finished to wretch his thought about actually having to be with a dragon.
For everything, he might as well detail how much he just actually loathes them.
Albel scrunched up his gauntlet claws into a fist, nodding off the memories from his blasted past, not like they could get him any more hateful. His mind was so occupied; it browsed on a next pick: Fayt. To begin with, his whereabouts are partially unknown—needless to say since Albel never checked the whole castle—and just what in Apris' name he could do about the celebration. Fayt being a commoner shouldn't even be allowed to watch, nonetheless have heard about it from note shoved into the door.
The dragon descended down, letting Albel get off so it can resume eating food in store from Woltar's own territory.
Albel strode the path, browsing the area and instantly cursing to himself that he never asked Woltar just was that was needed.
"Dammit, now what?"
Scarlet hues traced the stores; his mind had to click around things that maybe were absolutely necessary that wasn't seen around the castle. But first things first…
Albel snatched a handful of blueberries from a vendor who slept on the job; his lost was Albel's gain. One delicious berry was plopped in his mouth, he smiled faintly from its wonderful taste - even more wonderful from stealing it from someone that might've actually needed the Fol for family or something of the sort.
"…Aww, c'mon Fayt. We really need to help them get ready! It seems like you're just slacking."
"Am not!"
The voices were accompanied by laughter, resulting in Albel's eyes frantically searching the direction of the voices. From a very off corner, one blond man with a finely toned body ruffled a head of blue hair: Fayt's.
"Don't worry; I heard that Duke Vox will be coming. So, I might get some infor--oh fuck."
Fayt stopped in his path once his emerald eyes locked with blood red ones, the distance might be several feet away, but he could recognize those pair of red eyes anywhere, no less with the gauntlet being an addition.
The blond one grinned, "What's up? It's like ya seen a ghost."
Fayt took several steps back, "Cliff…go bail, now!"
Cliff didn't ask, he whispered something as he scampered away from the scene and out of sight from the Wicked one approaching the blunette with so much as his intensive glare, the berries all squashed in his hand whilst the juice smeared, leaving a track of light purple juice on the pavement. Fayt stood still as ever, an idea of going off in a rapid dash to get away from Albel was futile, no less too late. His heart actually raced, the blunette tried to gulp down the tension by forcefully making his body move a step back. His pessimistic thought of the situation: I'm dead, my throat is gonna be wrangled one way or another...dammit, dammit, dammit!
The time came, and Albel looked clearly pissed off and looming over Fayt fidgety body.
"Ha…ha…Hey Albel, w-what are you doing here in Kirlsa?" Fayt nervously commented, but he wasn't sure Albel heard him from how quiet it came out.
The swordsman smirked, folding his arms as he had his fist prepared, "The real question is: why are you here?"
The blue haired teen didn't get a chance to answer when pain scorched through his cheek, he hissed from the tingles it sent down his spine as one leg limped from shock. Albel had just smacked him, but that still didn't satisfy his fury, but he walked away without looking if Fayt was following.
Fayt cupped his cheek, biting his tongue to calm the pain.
When Cliff left, he whispered something before he departed the scene:
"Just don't get attached."
Emerald hues watched the bi-colored man as he drifted further away, "…As if."
With one last growl, Fayt composed himself and followed Albel on the trail, pondering a thought pessimistically, 'This is becoming for trouble than its worth.'
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Fayt sniffled, the snow triggered his arrow to go off from direction of the objective: wooden soldiers that had large faded letters in red, but still noticeable: AQUARIANS. He frowned, preparing another arrow to be shot on these horrible wooden figures, his precision was excellent, but the snow foiled his every attempt. And if it just the objective that was the problem, it was staying out in the freezing cold training for who knows what - Fayt assumed it was payback and 'a part of training' all thanks to a certain Wicked one.
'At least he's showing mercy,' Fayt thought. From the soldiers who occasionally mumbled and grumbled mentioned Albel would be beyond strict, stretching to the limitation of a demon leader of the sort. Fayt laughed silently, aiming yet another arrow.
'See, Cliff? What's there to get attached to?'
With another failed attempt, Fayt grabbed one of the broken tipped swords, swinging it carelessly in the air. Fayt stood approximately eight inches away from the wooden figure, stabbing the broken tip into the chest area, notably the exact location where the heart resodes.
"And that's how it will be done."
The blunette's smirk turned into an artificial smile, he merrily skipped down the stairs as he eyed the corridors, Albel just happen to be walking by with a long sheet of paper in free hand, while the gauntlet claws gripped tightly on a bucket of water. Fayt waved one arm frantically, "Albel! How could you just leave me all by myself?"
Albel's eyes never left the paper; he picked up his pace and ignored the teen, "Maggot."
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A/N: Well, forget my first idea. Seems this might reach to another chapter...sigh, I wanted it all done in one chapter and then progress. Well, not a lot came out as I hoped, but hell! At least I got this done at long last. Ugh, and I'm already annoyed 'cause I literally chugged down a lot of water 'cause one freakin' grain of rice got stuck in my throat! DX IT WON'T GO DOWN. Ahem, hope ya enjoyed, even though this was pretty sloppy. nwn
Next up, here comes Vox~ The agony... xD And the real celebration begins! Puhzahh~! And for those who haven't notice, I addressed Fayt wearing the same clothes in the game. Sorry for the mistakes. .w.; Oh, answer da poll on mii profile! :D