A/N: Time for my rant~! Ugh, it's getting really FRUSTRATING trying to read/watch yaoi. My grandma has some sort of freakin' problem that she never wants to watch in her own room and would rather watch television in the living room: exactly where the computer is too. I can't read my f--ing mangas with her always watching here, and she so against these kinda things 'cause of super religioness. My mom is just as bad, she doesn't want to stay with my grandma too long, and decides to watch TV in the living room. WTFH. Can't I at least have a fragment of an hour ALONE to catch up yaoi smexiness? Jeez. DX And right now, my GRANDMA doesn't want to leave, STAY IN YOUR FAWKIN ROOM. OOOO:
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. And yes, I did mean well when this is gonna be RUSHED, I did mention that I wanted to conclude this part and section of the plot idea so it can very well progress. Excuse that && enjoy. Pretty lengthy, by the way. Chyeah~ XD
Dedication: Maiyoko Iwagashi, seriously! Go on and read her fics. Do it, do it, doooo it~!
Disclaimer: This gets even more and more depressing each time I state it, especially in my current condition no less now that I'm sick DX Don't own!
Song of choice/Playlist: I have two in store for each chapter, one 'instrumental/classical', 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. I added an extra—only for this chapter—for the ballroom part. Dunno, listen to go along with the ficcy.
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Aly & AJ - Chemicals react
SecretGarden - Silent Wings
Tomb Raider 2 – Lara's ballroom music
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Serendipity
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Mistake
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To start off the wonderful and fantastic evening:
'What a damn pain the ass.'
The bristles of the broom swept past the dark tar, forming the rocky surface of the castle floor that always left creases of dirt stuck between every last corner, worst since most of the lint-like specks have been trapped along with the tar. Nevertheless, the dirt smudge would remain even with full hours of cleaning of said stain with things such as the toughest scrubbers, or even someone's own fingernail. Thus, Fayt was truly and extremely annoyed with what he ended up with: cleaning duties. Albel had skimmed his list, and absolutely refused Fayt to anything close to using a knife—which meant kitchen duties were something he will not end up with—and feeding the dragons was out of the question, the blunette shook his head violently even daring to picture him getting close to the giant reptilian.
However, cleaning was just as bad as all the other following choices on the list, the worst possible case scenario was to stumble across the busy swordsman at his work for the King's celebration. Needless to say, Fayt would bother the bi-colored haired for no reason what so ever, but today is a major exception.
Fayt nervously chuckled, gulping down a lump in his throat if he ever imagined to mess with the King on a celebration meant for him.
'I want to know one thing…how the hell can I clearly visualize myself on a death row…? Speaking of which, I don't think I ever seen the King in person.'
Fayt busily swept off the corridors that only lead to more corridors; hallway per hallway that needed no cleaning was dusted up from the tar that hid up some disgusting cobwebs. Spider scrambled away from the frightening bristles of the broom, scurrying towards the little holes in between the walls for cover. The emerald hued flipped over the broom, letting out a small "Eck" emitting from his mouth when eyeing the bristles full of dust, dirt, cobwebs, dead bugs and spiders, and traces of hair.
"This is just disgusting. I need an incinerator or something."
Fayt mused on to a certain door, it lead to nothing but pitch blackness, but the traces of light coped to show a small incinerator - exactly what he needed.
The teen looked both ways, just to make sure everything was in the clear, and just as he entered, the blunette dumped the broom in the fire, slammed the vault shut, and finally left.
'Someone took it; yeah…I'll say that.'
Fayt trotted out of the dainty corridors, returning back around the main entrance as maids busily rushed through one another to go through their duties. Some of then even had the nerve to shove Fayt aside to get through, half of them never even apologized.
'I having nothing to do--' the blunette thought to himself on the steps, '--so bored!'
"Wretch! I'll have your neck if this atrocity is ever to pass even a morsel on the feast!"
Fayt's ears perked up, hearing that shrill cry from only one person can mean one thing: death or not, the lad wanted to bother Albel. He followed the voice of wrangling, including a sense of colorful vocabulary that lead to the kitchen. Slipping inside without anyone noticing, one old female stood clutching a little girl, trying to explain something about the bad mixture to be a result of a mistake, with the following about not being the small girl's fault.
"Deciding to lie, hm? At whatever time am I able to slit--"
"For Apris' sake, let that gory imagination slip for today, geez." Fayt crossed his arms, tutting at Albel silently with a glint of good natured-will in his faint smile, opposing the deep scowl on Albel's own lips.
Albel's scarlet orb twitched, his head sunk further into his shoulder whilst both hands clenching until at least one of them turned white, the swordsman crooked his head to at least look at Fayt with one non-twitching eye, "Who are you to tell me what to do?" Albel said, heaving a silent sigh as he relaxed both his shoulders and head to a normal position.
"That's fairly simple!" Fayt commented, draping one arm around Albel's shoulder, eyes still glistening with amusement when the swordsman visibly flinched, "You always wanted me to lead. Must I remind you who it was enjoying it in bed because they let me take charge?"
Fayt boldly tugged Albel's shoulder, letting the bi-colored one lean slightly towards Fayt's level to get a quick peck on the cheek.
Then the blunette scrammed for his life.
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Everything was a complete success – or so to say.
Fayt thought plenty when he could avoid the fit of rage Albel might have left behind - but no, Fayt felt a twinge in his heart plummet when Albel actually never did a thing at all. When mistakably that the emerald orbed crossed paths with the ever-so-busy scarlet eyed, he just glanced at the blunette and kept on walking. Neutral expression, neutral frown…it was actually sending shivers down his spine even thinking about this dilemma. Fayt was so nervous that he kept his place in the watchtower for surveillance without being told. Albel was just about to say a few words of an order, but it was at least something expressed in words than a quick stare.
Once blood-red eyes locked on with emerald, Albel descended back down the spiral tower and checking yet another thing on the damned list that occupied his time.
'I'm not attached! I'm just bored out of my mind!'
Fayt pumped a fist in mid-air, shaking off that accursed sentence that was frozen in his mind forever more - all thanks to Cliff. The blunette took a hold of the scope; a grin creeping on his face of all the people drifting the streets with their eager children, even the smaller of the children played or kicked the snow in their way with their tiny little feet. The smile dissolved into a sour frown with the hungry teens and children begging for food, usually ending up with snow or hearing the dirty mouths of some shop owners.
Like a chime, the wings of a dragon appeared from the corner of his eyes, some basket loads of food being carried off by one soldier.
Fayt peered down; it appeared to be a long jump from the watchtower to the snowy floor.
Fayt tightened the straps of his footwear, taking one stomp on the ledge with a major grin plastered on his face.
Then another leg as he finally squatted, eyes narrowing to latch onto the correct spot. Feeling every bit confident, Fayt leaped off the watchtower, miraculously gripping on the tail of the dragon, bringing the giant lizard a startle when it fretted to fly. The blunette snatched the basket from the soldier, dangling in mid-air with the tail being the only resource of help.
"Heh, I never cease to amaze myself." The blue haired teen muttered to himself, ignoring the frequent outburst from the soldier, but the blue haired didn't seem to care enough as he swung from side to side, then hastening up the speed of the swinging.
Fayt bit his tongue, squinting to see the nearest place to land without the dragon landing first.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
He looked back at the watchtower; Albel gripped the edges for dear life as he watched Fayt dangling dangerously from such a height.
Apparently and knowingly, the voice was in fact the swordsman.
Fayt waved the hand with the basket, "Hey there!"
Fayt let his hand free, his body appeared no more than a small blue dot to a barely visible black dot. It took forever to find him settled peacefully in the front entrance with the madly search of Albel's eyes from such a distance.
Even if the voice was barely audible, Albel manage to catch a little of what Fayt tried to yell out: "I'll be back!"
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Albel paced his room frantically, one finger still resting under his chin in a heavy state of thinking. The evening was turning to night, and the celebration isn't long now, the entrance was blocked off for some individuals that arrived early and for some just trying to take this perfect opportunity to sneak inside the castle to roam. Everything was in order—sure, but Albel felt anxious during Fayt's disappearance, he even wondered why bother and just get on to do anything now that his list is done. The maids that gotten ready and barely enough social class were able to remain in the castle instead of having to stay within their own units.
One of the young male teenagers who also worked as a servant knocked lightly on Albel's half-open door, excusing himself as he entered with so much as a nod from the bi-colored hair, his scarlet orbs eyeing the maid's every move as the teen kept a safe distance away, he scrawny arms extending out neatly folded black clothing.
"Count Woltar requested for you to change into these. It's the same material and style, only in black."
Albel stopped pacing, eyes darting from the clothing to the lad, he even smirked how much the servant's face screamed 'Can I please go now?'
Albel: "I refuse, and my answer will not change. Get out."
The teen squeaked, tailing it out as quickly as he can with the clothing secured in his arms.
'Now why can't I see that same fear in someone like Leingod?'
Albel grit his teeth, hating every moment when the picture of that radiantly smiling blue haired and green eyed child: Fayt.
The question is his location.
And just in Apris' name is he doing?
Sighing, Albel strode out of his room and into the audience chamber where some maids were scattered around, excited and chattering to even be allowed for the celebration. The last thing being prepared was the vast table of food, Woltar stood on one side with a crooked smile on his old cheeks, examining everyone hastily placing more and more assorted cuisines.
Only this once Albel approached Woltar, "The clothes were absolutely unnecessary."
His shaky hand was raised to wag a pruned-up finger, "Is what you think. I'm not naming, but some of the workers put a lot of effort so they can ensure a spread of joy in your heart." Woltar let down his finger, settling it back on his side.
Albel raised an eyebrow, "What kind of a sick and delusional notion is that?"
The short senior laughed, but it sounded more like huffing air, "The same sick and delusional notion in order for a woman to grace her presence and sway your heart, or for that youngster to feel even more charmed. My words are exactly stated from what I've heard, mind you."
The swordsman clutched his stomach for the odd churn delving in the pain. He stood in odd silence before shaking his head and regaining stance, "For the love of…I can understand one part, but by the other…you don't mean that blue haired fool?"
"All up to your imagination." Woltar said as he finally departed away from Albel to examine the rest of the chamber's progress.
'I feel a chill. And it's definitely not from the winds of this cold nation. Ugh…'
A coming of scuffling feet alarmed most chattering women when they gazed with hands clapped together of the instrumentalist gathering in a large group, most had violins and violas, flutes, a grand piano that just appeared recently shined from tip to bottom. The vocalist came next; even some of the other hidden instruments were securely beyond reach in one corner of large black packing bags.
Albel soon lost interest watching the instrumentalist and vocalist idling in their corner, seemingly preparing for practice. Some strings from the violin played calmly, settling with the rhythm of the piano. If anything, it seemed to ease Albel to the tiniest extent from this demanding day.
"Oh, where is he…?"
The swordsman heard a divergent feminine voice, so it must have came from a busy maid. But once he actually turned to look, it looks no more than a brunette teen in a lowly butter cream dress, her boots clicked when sneakily roaming the hallways.
'She looks familiar…'
He shrugged off the idea.
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'I can't say I actually miss the cold.'
Fayt always nodded when the little peasant children only thanked him, complimented him, he still nodded his head when they asked questions. His mind and present location was here for a purpose.
'Where is she?'
Once the children left with the basket of delicious food, fruits, and green veggies, Fayt was left there leaning against the wall of Airyglyph as snow piled on his blue strands, some of them piled on too much snow that it occasionally fell on his cheeks or nose. His eyes were half lidded, particularly annoyed when even the warmth and friction of his hands against his arms wasn't enough to sustain the cold weather. No less since he came here in the freezing cold for someone who wasn't even around.
Distastefully Fayt kicked the snow and left the path of the narrow passageway through the city, plus it was easy getting lost with the many homes and shops surrounding the landscape. He raised one leg, ready to kick the snow again, but a twinge of pain jolted through his body. The source was from his left ankle, he assumed the case and thought it might be because of that high-jump from the dragon to the ground.
Lovely, he was stuck with a sprained ankle.
His emerald orbs dejectedly gazed the path, gulping at the long site from his location to the castle.
'This is so not my day.'
Biting in every step the blunette took, he muttered a curse in his head.
'This is gonna a long trip...'
Miraculously, Fayt felt a little use to the pain from the long walk, his emerald hues widened when he noticed how dark the sky has already become and how many people has already loitered the front entrance. Women in long flashy gowns with jewelry being adored all around, accessories as pure as gold and pearls clanged from these bustling women necks, as well as their long slender fingers. What irritated him the most were the several ladies fake laughter, fake smiles, fake everything.
'Pfft, as I expected. They are just as stuck up as their personalities and over-sized breast that they just love to expose.' With that thought, Fayt shuddered.
The men were no better; there was already a bicker between two men about how better and wealthier they are. They stooped so low to even compare the things they have. To back up their statements, they tugged on their wives or lady of choice to even dispute which of them looked better. While some were more composed, they still exposed their richness with servants they brought along, or the diamond crusted rings on every finger.
Fayt rolled his eyes, smiling to at least some gentle ladies and gentlemen not peeping a word or rather keeping out of such childish arguments.
'There is such a thing as "normal" after all.'
The smile rapidly turned into a frown, 'How am I going to get through?!'
The teen sliced through the crowd, getting a remark every now and what a "filthy boy" was doing in the crowd. He panted once he finally reached the metal gate that has finally considered being up now, just to prevent a riot to get in.
Fayt: "Let me in!"
The soldier didn't look at him, he stood stiff just like the solider across from him, a long spear held in their hands for a security measures.
Woltar just happened to come at the scene, his bagged skin forming a tiny grin, "Oho, what are you doing here?"
The blunette sighed in relief, "Oh, thank goodness…" his hands slid off the metal railings, but quickly shot back up, gently shaking the metal gate, "Count Woltar, can I please come through?"
"Hmm, I don't know," the senior said playfully, "Albel has been awfully sour once you left. He even muttered some death threats."
'Amazing, I can feel the love.'
Woltar: "We're about to open the gates. You can wait until then!"
Woltar left Fayt desperately behind, he felt nervous under the glares everyone who watched was giving him, it might of been the case that the blunette did look out of place, his clothing was not really suited for elites and royalty, more for adventure and combat - things not elite-ish. With one heavy sigh, Fayt scaled the gate, listening to gasping from both women and men all around him when each gelid piece of metal sent shivers down his spine. Climbing one step forward at a time, Fayt winced from his position to the soaring pain in his ankle.
Fayt skittered his place on the gate, reaching his destination of the rusted ledge.
One swoop and Fayt successfully landed on the other side with a boastful smirk on his face. The sound of two metal pieces hitting each other made his eyes shot open; the soldiers blocked the entrance with their spears. Cautiously, the blunette placed one finger on the two spears, pushing them down ever so slightly and slowly at that fact.
"Look here, I'm a sword wielder trainee of Albel Nox." Fayt said, placing a finger on his chin and returning back on his side, the smirk growing more evil, "I also want to inquire that I'm his favorite, so I don't think it's wise to block the way with your weapons. And did you hear Count Woltar? Albel is in sour mood - he can take his anger on just about anyone."
The pair of soldiers gulped loudly, silently apologizing as they raised their spears to let Fayt pass.
The emerald hued did just that, skipping victoriously to the front entrance.
'Fowl mood my ass, he just misses me.'
He froze from his skipping glee, crouching down to examine the sprained ankle intensifying in pain from all the walking and scaling he's done today. The Leingod assumed by tomorrow the pain should be gone, it hurt, but it wasn't anything major at this point.
He let his bottom take a seat in the middle of the first floor—the pathway from the stairs were added last minute decorations—eyes examining the first floor with amazement. The floor was not only cleaned—even in the mess of this evening with the damned tar covering up the mess and would not be removed—but waxed to a perfect gloss, considering the tiles were just rocks sunk deep in tar. His emerald eyes even noticed the smallest things such as the walls newly painted from the visible cracks that belonged in the area not too long ago.
Large portraits of angelic beings and other fine masterpieces now hung around the walls, most likely it was used for more ways than one to cover up horrible mistakes, considering it's the only explanation why so many hung around. The finest veil covered most of the pillars, adding an eloquent touch to the once dull castle, and then came a wonderful rhythm from violins and piano to a loud yet beautifully sounding organ.
A maid dressed just for the occasion tried to shoo away Fayt from the floor, she whispered for him not to loiter the grounds and be in the main chamber or the miniature balcony.
The grandfather clock strung it long bell, according to schedule the soldiers let down the gates with bustling and impatient ladies and men rushing to enter as to block out the cold that lingered in their frosty bodies. Even those of the paler individuals gained some color in their cheeks with a tinted pink-rose color.
Fayt hurriedly scurried out of the way, heading towards the table with appetizers served along with the finest red wine. There were also cage cups that served cider, rum, and tea. Fayt picked up one of the cups, licking his lips as he approached the ladle for the wine, but his hand was smacked and the silicone handle hit the glass of the cage cup.
"What's your problem?!" Fayt soothed his hand, peering out of the corner of his eyes, shocked to see Albel was the perpetrator for swatting his hand.
"I would say the same to you. The wine is reserved for adults, not lowly children."
"I'm not a kid!" Fayt retorted back, huffing up his cheeks, "And I'm nineteen!"
The scarlet eyed smirked, "Drink milk, I heard it improves growth."
The blunette didn't help his own part as he childishly stomped his foot, "I'm not short!" Fayt eased his mind, coughing gently to let his cheeks to be not so huffy, and stood straight like an adult would.
They hushed themselves when the King presented himself, waving to all those who clapped and cheering for his celebration. The room fell in silence when Woltar lifted his hand, demanding the quietness for the King to speak. Fayt took a quick look. 'So that's what he looks like.' Then afterwards, he didn't bother listening after the King greeted everyone; rather he sneakily picked an appetizer from a wooden pick, stuffing the little meal inside his mouth. He moaned how delicious it turned out to be, but gladly thanked Apris that the sound wasn't loud enough for anyone but Albel to hear.
Albel scrunched up his face in disgust, taking one step away from Fayt so he could fully enjoy his little sneaky meal fest. Once the blunette noticed the sudden distant gap, that turned into a different story. The emerald eyed picked up another appetizer, making a bee-line until the pick kept poking Albel's cheek playfully.
"C'mon, say 'ahh.' I'm even being sweet as to feed you." Fayt whispered, persisting Albel even further that the prickly feeling wouldn't be going away any time soon.
"Foolish maggot, get away from me." Albel swatted away Fayt's hand, but that didn't stop Fayt as he tried even harder to plop the appetizer in Albel's mouth.
"I hope everyone will enjoy themselves, I can already see that one of my captains is having a delightful time already - refrain from playing with the food. Thank you." The King said, with a little glint of teasing in his smile.
Fayt listened at the last statement obliviously, "Who was playing with food?"
Albel cheeks turned a rosy pink, sinking his face in his hand in utter embarrassment, "I can't believe…he was watching that…all because…of this idiotic…foolish brat."
Fayt chuckled, casting his eyes in the crowd with couples already joining each other in a dance with their partners, some taking this opportunity to be seriously and sickly lovey-dovey with each other. The blue haired poked Albel's shoulder gently, "Hey, hey, Albel!"
More pokes.
Albel raised up his head to meet with Fayt, glaring with killing intent written all over his face, "Ask me to dance, I dare you."
Fayt pouted, pacing away from Albel after he was giving off 'I'm going to murder you' vibes and tensing Fayt even more in this party than it was already necessary.
'Now what?'
Fayt shifted past the crowd dancing, excusing himself for every time he bumped into couple when they danced in his way, making his destination to the balcony even harder. After the exhausting trip, the teen wasn't the only one residing there. A fair female rested her elbows on the railing surrounding the balcony, her silk brown hair covered up her face with gentle snow falling on her butter cream dress, her corset was a darker shade of champagne, hugging her body even more fairly and even giving up the appearance to being a woman at most despite her real age.
The vintage cloth swayed in the wind, along with the dress. She sighed; her bell-shaped sleeves rising up as she lightly placed her hand on her cheek.
"I couldn't even find him…"
Fayt noticed the dress even had some black smudges, but his thoughts were snapped from that proverbial voice.
"Sophia?"
The girl brushed her hair behind her ear, looking at Fayt's emerald orbs with her own pale-green ones. Her eyes watered tremendously when she tackled Fayt with an embrace, snuggling into his chest as her cold body turned warm from the heat radiated from the blunette's body.
They stood there as if time froze; ignoring the soothing music and only felt like it was just the two of them. Fayt hugged her back, running one hand through her hair to soothe her as she sniffled with warm tears streaming down her cheeks, "C'mon, Sophia, don't act like I'm dying. See? Right here in the flesh!"
She lifted her head, gently giggling as she finally let go of her crushing hug against Fayt.
"How can you blame me? Someone just disappeared after that scary guy with the gauntlet for an arm came and took you away!"
'Scary guy, scary guy…Oh, wait…She means Albel.'
Fayt mentally snickered, "I'm perfectly fine. But what are you doing here?"
Sophia either ignored the comment or didn't listen to Fayt, "You owe me! I want a dance, they are playing the perfect couple song."
Fayt nervously laughed; at least his friend didn't seem too harsh on the subject of 'disappearing.' He would agree the song was perfect for couples to dance along to with their partners. He took her hand, nodding when at last guiding Sophia inside. During the mid-way of reaching the perfect spot, a load roar came as all eyes were directed towards one man with a fistful of red hair in his hand of a strange-looking foreigner or some sort.
Albel took a long gulp at the wine in his cup, resting it down peacefully to see what the commotion was about. His eyes settled on the armor, then the face.
He felt a churn in his stomach, and the glass that was still on his fingertips was now breaking, "Vox…"
"As I promised–I am here to celebrate and bring a reward. Your Majesty, look what I've found dwelling in this city!" Vox raised up the woman, smirking to her persistent struggles with her hands tied behind her back, feet tied just as well, "An Aquarian scum: a spy!"
Fayt darted his eyes at the female Vox was holding, her eyes were clenched from the pain, her outfit was nothing more than that of an assassin in black with a single scarf drenched in blood around her neck. Around her body was also noted to have strange markings.
The only noise emitted was the clap of the King as he rose from his chair, "What an exceptionally well finding, Duke Vox. My people, this is why we will not take any traitors, or those whom snoop around Airyglyph's territory lightly. Leave her in the prison cells."
Duke Vox bowed in satisfaction; the Aquarian assassin locked her eyes on Fayt, giving a glare as she was dragged by Duke Vox out of the audience chamber. Everyone settled out the silence to continue dancing with the piano playing out its wonderful music.
'This isn't getting good,' thought Fayt.
Even though it was meant to be the opposite, Sophia was leading the dance—she even noticed Fayt a little spaced out than usual—trying her best to guide Fayt when he was the one who always manage to step on her foot for not paying attention. For the first few seconds, it was the red head that irked his mind, now it was Albel's troubled expression with the glass cup now in his hands. Apparently he was now leaning on the wall, gripping tighter and tighter on the glass cup in his hand.
The scarlet hued didn't even notice when the cup shattered, leaving his hand with trickling blood and fragments itched on his skin.
"Albel!" Fayt exclaimed, unaware how roughly he pushed away Sophia when trying to cut through the crowd to get to the bleeding man.
Sophia staggered backwards; her face was pained with jealousy and hurt when placing her hand where heart is. She furrowed her eyebrows; obviously furious being pushed away without any concern from the blue haired teen. She caught up at his pace, gripping his arm tightly under the pressure of her long nails.
"Sophia, let go!" Fayt didn't look at her; he just tried to tug his arm back.
"No, after all this trouble finding you, I want you to be with me!"
Albel peered up, annoyed at the ruckus of a quarreling pair.
When noticing it was Fayt, his eyes almost widen with whom he was currently with.
'It's that same girl…'
He watched Fayt trying his hardest to pull away from the brunette who was madly barking back, tugging him even further towards her with both hands. The bi-colored one was perplexed why that girl persistently badgered Fayt, and just why Fayt wanted to get away so badly.
Albel looked back down, rising up his hand to examine a blood trail around his fingers.
"Never careful, I see."
Albel didn't want to pry away his eyes from the wound, but nevertheless scarlet orbs looked at Vox who stood with a cocky smirk on his lips. If anything, Albel wanted to take his claws and tear off that cocky attitude from his face with his bare hands. The detestation between the two emitted a strong glaring contest, leaving both standing in an intensive silence.
Vox clutched Albel's hand without warning, examining the wound for inspection.
Albel felt his claws were dying for fresh blood of a certain Duke.
For the strangest reason, Vox tore a piece of the covering from the table, wrapping the cloth around Albel's wound, flicking every glass fragment he could see, "Now, aren't I kind, Nox?"
Fayt stopped struggling, watching how close Vox seemed with Albel, despite knowing nothing about their real relationship of abhorrence towards one another. The blunette's heart raced, feeling annoyed to the very core and even questioned himself to such behavior.
'Why am I this pissed off?!'
Albel snatched back his hand, hiding it away from Vox as that cocky grin never left his face. It's like this man expected a 'thank you' or some kind of reward, "Never touch me again, Vox. Or don't you understand how much I loathe you?"
The main captain just chuckled ominously.
Fayt felt his body quacking through unexplainable anger, he could barely hear the conversation, but this is what he got most of:
'Touch me again, Vox.'
Including mistaking Albel last comment with 'Or don't you understand how much I love you?'
In reality, he mistaken Albel's whole sentence without realizing.
Sophia was just as annoyed, she tugged Fayt the minute he let his guard down when gawking at Albel and Vox the entire time. The nerve of him! She thought most likely she can get just as much attention or even the slightest bit of care from the Leingod. However, it seemed that the bi-colored man was more important. As she pulled him with her, Sophia's hands clamped onto his cheeks evenly, forcefully she placed her lips on his.
Fayt eyes madly looked everywhere, confused and bitter from the sudden kiss he took in from Sophia. Much to his dismay, this was the time where it was Albel's turn to be flabbergasted, and out of all moments to look, too. It didn't show much, but his eyes doubled in size when Albel concluded looking away. Albel pushed Vox out of the way, fuming out of the chamber and into the corridors.
Fayt softly pushed Sophia away, calling out Albel's name to veer towards main chamber and follow the swordsman. For a moment he felt the twinge of pain back in his ankle, but ignored the ache either way.
The brunette let her arms sag.
Without a doubt and a strand of hope, Sophia realized how badly she has been rejected.
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A/N: Yeah, I know. Don't rub it in; I should have divided this... It's that...I was so on a roll when I was typing this that until the end, I just couldn't stop it and let it drag to another chapter. I WAS going to stop it when Vox appeared, but then the next chapter would've been extremely short. Well, you know the drill. Excuse my mistakes, lack of descriptions when I KNOW I could/done better, and sloppiness. And yes, I stand corrected. THIS was sloppy, not the last…Geez, I'm too hard on myself. Well, now that I'm done with this chapter, I'm gonna start with the next. I feel so confident. 8B And thankies so much for the wonderful reviews! Hey, at least I did update before I go back to school tomorrow. To be honest, I should have been studying for my finals exams. I'm so horrible. XD Review-ie? owo;;