A/N: This should of been held off for a while, but I want to celebrate my two-year anniversary when I just started FanFiction. So I'm trying my best to have a large updation, but it's going out rough. Especially since I have my final exams this week and next week. But it's special~! Well, to me, that is. But I guess I only have the time to update one thing, my...how time sadly flies. Will I update soon or not? Now I seriously don't know. I hope ya enjoyed the last chapter, 'cause I have a new one speedy and quick for mii wonderful reviewers. :-D
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 this is a feeble attempt for a fluffy chapter, it's especially hard with Albel's character and all - being such a cold and distant is kinda hard to portray the actions...you'll see. :333 Ehh, going on~ Read! :3
Dedication: Maiyoko Iwagashi. Seriously, go on and read her fics!
Disclaimer: BWAHAHAHAHA -- To nothing, for I own nothing as well. Going on, review, okies mii people? owo;;;
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.
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The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Your guardian angel
Vanessa Mae - The devil's trill
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Serendipity

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Caring

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Sophia strolled away from the center of the dancing crowd, making her way to munch on some appetizers to lighten her breaking heart; her watering eyes proved no benefit and rather hazed her vision as her boots clicked along the dance floor. As she reached the tables, her fingers fumbled to pick up a fruit from the miniature picks, it didn't even reach halfway through her mouth since her arms and hand trembled so much that the pick dropped to the floor. She clamped her face in her hands, sobbing gently with droplets of tears slipping out of her fingers, trailing down her hand and eventually plummeting on the ground as well.

A gentle cough made her jump; her hands were crossed into a narrow 'x' for protection out of a reflex. Her pale green orbs set down on Count Woltar, his eyes were barely visible from his bushy white eyebrows, "While you're here, why not ask him one last question?" Woltar inquired, now leaving with his long purple robe dragging along his steps.

'One last question?'

Sophia wiped away the tears out of her eyes, drenching the sleeve with bits of mucus and tears from her crying. She straightened her face with a few light pats to her cheeks and a smile slowly forming on her chapped lips. Her boots clicked as she exit the chamber, departing away from the happy crowd dancing merrily with a friend, relative, and maybe even a lover. Her composed smile slid to a saddening smile, but she kept head strong when Fayt was found frantically poking his head in every room of main chamber's floor.

The brunette blocked the exit that reached the other corridor, making the blunette stopped abruptly from his search with his eyes blinking in mystification.

"Fayt…I've…been with you ever since I found you cold and shivering in the dark corners of Airyglyph. So let me ask you this: why can't I be just as important? No, scratch that! Who is more important?"

Fayt frowned deeply, casting his eyes glumly to his own footwear and avoiding the stern gaze of Sophia. At first he opened his mouth to try to give an answer, instead taking a deep breath in and then exhaling, trying his best to not stutter out the response, "Sophia, I'll be honest. I don't know--I don't know how to answer to something like that…Thank you--" He past through Sophia, ruffling her hair once he was able to squeeze to get through, "--for staying with me all this time."

Fayt picked off running heels that grew softer until they could be heard no more considering how far he was in the hallways. It was pretty clear that Sophia got the message to just really get out of the castle, but her question filled him with apprehension. His mind screamed and try to voice out that Sophia was most important, but the real amazement that he hesitated to say something like that. The blunette dithered because it was a clear lie, and it would be worse to say it to someone who truly has been taking care of him ever since.

'If I don't have the heart to lie to her like that...'

"Why can't I be just as important?"

'Why did I feel so hard on myself that I couldn't even answer if that was going to be her question?'

Fayt shook his head continued searching, his lead was the perfect place: Albel's room. He let the door creak open as it rested wide ajar, but when Fayt poked his head and let his eyes roam the room, the swordsman wasn't there. The cold air blasted his bare arms, even the dark brown arm warmer didn't help provide enough heat, and nonetheless it was only on one arm. Fayt's hand reached and grabbed the purple blanket, and so it seems the fabric was extremely warm. The blanket seemed to be made of the purest and finest wool and the aroma smelled intoxicating.

'Just like Albel...'

He took one long sniff, but then nervously chuckled.

'I feel like a creepy horny geezer.'

He draped the blanket around his body; it was especially long enough to fit one more person without missing an inch of skin. Fayt had no choice but wrap the wrap it around twice so it wouldn't drag on the floor while he continued his search on the whereabouts on the bi-colored haired man - wherever he may currently be.

The search was no luck, but he still didn't dare to approach the prison cells—Fayt doubted highly that Albel would even be there—and the last place he needed to check was the watchtower. To be honest, one destination leads him stumbling in the middle of a couple making love in one room—as if there screaming weren't evident enough—so he left with a shudder and trace of disgust. It amazed the teen how they weren't caught, and for such nobles to be even doing such unappealing acts in a King's castle…they must be bold.

Trying to forget those scarring mental images, Fayt walked up the spiraling staircase, cringing yet again to the pain in his ankle. For a moment there, he had hoped the pain would have at least soothed by now, but it was back like an annoying pest.

Sighing, Fayt continued to walk up the spiral staircase, panting every so often to just come to an understanding how long they really were. He could see a wonderful sight of cloudy skies with snow floating like a white wonderland. Fayt noted just a while when he hugged Sophia, it wasn't snowing as much as it down now.

'Ehh, Airyglyph always has weird weather.'

Yet the night sky stretching over high on the horizon was a captivating sight, even the stars that were barely present from the puffy clouds could be noticed as shining white dots. After taking the last step, Fayt emerald orbs continued to gaze at the scenery, but a hint of brown hair with golden tips caught his eyes.

Albel hugged his knees, he look so uncharacteristically hopeless in such a position. His long fringes covered up both his eyes and the rest of his face, making it harder to tell just what his expression is. And the side point being is if the swordsman didn't realize Fayt found him, or he was just ignoring the blunette's presence as it is.

Yet it was hard to point him out in first sight, with the snow covering up most of Albel's body - especially his head, shoulders, and legs.

Fayt approached very slowly, his footsteps making crunching noises from the steps he took on the snow, "You're going to get hypothermia if you stay--"

Albel's katana exposed its long blade, just barely touching Fayt's stomach by a few inches. His face was still covered, so only his arm was lifted with his katana for safety.

It sounded muffled, but still audible from the scarlet hued, "Keep your distance away by this much."

At least the katana was used to measure how close Fayt was to his demise.

"Albel, stop isolating yourself this way! If I did something wrong, I want to know exactly what's the problem!"

'I have an idea what I did, but still…best to know than assume.'

"…"

"You heard me very well, don't ignore me."

Silence.

"Albel!" Fayt pushed aside the katana forcefully, his hand finally sticking out of the wool blanket.

But it was such a shock to the bi-colored haired that he slashed the weapon back, slicing a large cut on Fayt's index finger to half his arm.

Unfortunately, the cut could at least been partially prevented if he stuck out his other arm with the warmer around it.

Fayt hissed loudly, clutching his wrist lightly to see a trickle of blood oozing out of his wound – some of it splattering splotches on the blanket. His eyes darted at Albel's, but his face showed no sense of remorse in his deep frown and unapologetic eyes.

"This stupid cut isn't going to make me stop. I don't care how many times you slash me with your gauntlet or sword; I want to know what I did wrong!"

Albel clutched the handle of the weapon tightly, knuckles turning white from the force. He looked away, much preoccupied watching the falling snow instead and traces of Fayt's dripping blood impacting on the snow, tainting the white snow to a red color, "It's nothing…"

"Nothing? What do you mean nothing?!" Fayt pointed towards his wound, "I get this little cut and you tell me it was for nothing!"

"Shut your mouth, worm." Was Albel's only response, it came out so quiet, but still so stubborn.

"No, I'm not! I told you I'm not leaving until--" Fayt was forced to be cut off, his neck slammed on the border of the watch tower, the stones clunking his head rather strongly. His eyes twitched from the lack of oxygen—no less how Albel's gauntlet claws choking his neck—and it would appear that it will be a hard fight to squirm free.

"Remember your place, impudent child."

Fayt weakly raised his arms, placing his shaking hands on the gauntlet in an attempt to tighten the grip on the claws. Albel was just as confused, but let the pressure take in deeper into the teen's neck.

"G-go ahead…if that will make…you…happy…"

Albel clicked his tongue, gradually loosening his grip on Fayt's neck when the boy began to pant violently to regain oxygen in his lungs. He coughed lightly, kneeling down from just how limp his body truly was, especially his sore ankle.

The silence strummed the awkwardness between them; Albel shuffled his position on the cold snow, teeth chattering softly but enough for Fayt to hear how the cold was affecting him. The blunette just wondered why he persisted to stay here in the frosty weather and to rather avoid the teen right now by walking away in the decency to reach his room where it provided far more warmth there than here.

Fayt unwrapped a layer of the wool blanket from his body, he cautiously moved closer to Albel—two fingers on each hand supported holding the blanket whilst outstretching his arms—as Fayt finally placed his hands on Albel's shoulder, wrapping his hands bit by bit around the man's neck.

Albel glowered at Fayt treacherously with his blood-red eyes casting down at the soft bright green orbs. But the teen was not afraid or intimidated and expected the worse for Albel to fight back or try to claw his face off—a little exaggerated, but almost across the point.

"Y'know…it was nice seeing Sophia again - the brunette one." He paused, looking at Albel promptly and noticed how he twitched at the name. Fayt rested his head between's Albel's knees, aware just how much he is really putting his life on the life getting so…touchy. "And as nice it was, it seems like she really came to see me for no reason."

Albel looked away and yet he was still listening to every word.
He's just so confused why he hasn't thrashed Fayt for touching him this long and getting this close. 'My head is blaring at me how much he defied my personal space.'

"Regardless of the crazed up misunderstanding, we had fun…getting to dance with her, getting a hug from her. It's really been so long…" Fayt peered at Albel; the swordsman once again shuffled nervously an attempt to get away. "B-but! When Duke Vox entered, you looked angry."

Albel smirked, 'That's an understatement.'

"Even your expression seemed to get me dazed better than her effort to occupy my time. And she really wanted that dance, too…" Glumly, Fayt frowned deeply but tried his hardest to bring it back to a beam, "Then I noticed you broke the cup without realizing."

Albel lifted up his injured hand, the cloth surely stopped the bleeding however stained with the crimson color. 'Ugh…He touched it…note to self: sanitize completely.'

Fayt emerald's hues glared at the covering on Albel's hand as it drifted back on the snow, his heart throbbing again when it was Vox who wrapped that around Albel's hand.

'Or don't you understand how much I love you?'

Fayt sighed, 'I don't even know if that was a look of hurt on Albel's face…'

Oh, how much he didn't know how wrong he was.
And evidently that look on Albel's face was of hate, although not enough to be clarified to Fayt.

Fayt continued, "I was—worried…I panicked so quickly that I didn't notice that I knocked over Sophia. And because she was so mad at me, Sophia decided that it was best for me to be instantly attracted to her through a kiss…but you know what?"

Albel actually lifted his head back at Fayt to see how serious the blunette actually is, "What?"

It took a few seconds to click in, but Albel muttered a sharp curse under his breath when he let go and showed just how much he was actually listening to the Leingod.

Fayt chuckled, nuzzling a little further as his body somewhat rested on Albel's knees. "Glad to know I'm not boring you. But Albel, if that's what I did wrong…then I don't have to apologize for the two questions she did ask me. However, I can't tell you just yet 'cause I'm just as puzzled."

Pause.

Fayt: "Don't worry, I promise I'll tell you what she asked me. By then, I'll definitely know the answers."

The blunette raised his head from Albel's knee, letting his face come closer to Albel's. His emerald eyes grew half-lidded, "Just maybe…the answer…is coming to…me… already…" Fayt's word drifted in a long drag. Albel shied away slightly, but that didn't stop Fayt from being an inch away from Albel's lips.

Or so that moment was going to happen until Fayt's stomach growled, loudly.

Albel eyes shot open, head tilting down bit by bit when he was just staring at Fayt's stomach. The swordsman got his gauntlet hand and covered his mouth, "Pfft…"

Fayt's eyes widened, for once Albel laughed so quietly but so whole-heartily without any tasteless sarcasm or evil behind it. Fayt stood quiet for a while, but laughed along with Albel as it finally grew into stillness once more.

"Well, so much for making this into a mushy romantic moment. Unless…"

Albel stood up, patting out all the snow from his outfit, "If you think I'm going to make an attempt for you, you got another thing coming."

Fayt pouted, crossing his arms childishly but the smile he regained on his lips happened once he noticed Albel leaving with a very small smile.

Fayt peered at himself oddly, feeling very stupid that his knees were still lodged deep within the snow and watching Albel descending down the stairs. He scrambled to get up, tripping occasionally on the snow, "Wait up, Albel!"

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Albel didn't intend to take a foot in the main chamber, so his only sanctuary was his room. He noticed that two male servants lifted up Albel's bed, taking it out of the room with ease. Before they got the yells from the swordsman, they explained that a couple entered the room without knowing it would belong to the captain of the Black brigade, and now they are the run after soiling the bed - in conclusion it was just a replacement. For once Albel didn't mind since he was also informed his new bed would be much larger, far more comfortable. And they even sent in new blankets, covering, and more comfy pillows.

Fayt finally came—the blanket he had a while ago was dumped with the rest the laundry for the maids to clean up by the next morning—with another appetizer he snagged from the tables and back to the entrance of Albel's room, nibbling the piece of food as he watched the two males bringing in another bed.

'Oh great, that reminds me - I'm sleeping with gravel and dragon urine. Charming.'

Once the bed was fixed on the correct corner and the two servants left, Albel entered and sat in the middle of the bed and checked just how relaxing it was. He was astounded without showing; it was from beyond what he expected. The size was so vast; he actually didn't mind strangers coming in and soling the old one, another plus point that it can fit just another person.

That actually didn't matter to him.

Albel's scarlet orbs looked at Fayt, noticing how dull he stood in front of the ruble called his 'bed.' He stood there so quietly as if he waited for the large pile to grow legs.

Albel shrugged, 'Not as if I actually feel bad.'

"Errr…I'm gonna take a bath instead. Now I just need rags to sleep in."

Just before Fayt was going to exit the room, Albel felt his nose grew ticklish, making him sneeze three times.
They were actually cute sneezes, too.

The blunette's eyes dazzled, clasping his hands together, "That is—the most adorable sneeze I've ever heard!" The teen would go and pinch the man's cheek, but he could feel an invisible knife jabbing just from that intensive glower of his, "For someone so harsh, who knew they would have the cutest little--"

"Finish that sentence and I'll end you."

"Right!" Fayt said, dashing out of the room, but left behind one comment more, "Don't get sick, three sneezes usually mean that!"

Albel grunted, never was he one to believe in those kinds of myths.
His eyes grew heavy, and then let his body collapse whilst his head landing on the cushions.

From then on, he was fast asleep.
That is, with a fever slowly running…

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Fayt patted the excess water of his arms with a towel, the remaining droplets fell off his hair and onto his clothing consisting of rags—at least they were clean and warm, so it was still enough the maids allowed him such fresh "clothing." They were even nice enough to bandage up the wound he got from bi-colored male. Once entering Albel's room, he folded the towel and securely left it in the far corner.

The blunette was slightly annoyed with the loud cheering from the celebration; just how long was is going to run? Shaking his head, he was just about to sit down on the gravel but his emerald hues settled on Albel's body that was resting peacefully on the bed.

'Yet another cute feature—his sleeping face. And how typical, he frowns when sleeping.' Fayt laughed, however quickly noticed just how much Albel was actually sweating, moreover that he didn't have any blanket on his body.

The room was quite chilly, too.

'Then what gives?'

He strolled over towards the man, brushing aside the brown fringes from Albel's forehead so Fayt's hand could be placed there.

'He's burning up…'

The teen took a moment to calm down and settle this task; he can't bother the maids since most are—or all—are now sleeping, while the others were still partying in the celebration.

Fayt left the room, at least remembering where the kitchen's location currently resides, leading to just about everything he needs. Fayt took a quick stroll, poking his head in the kitchen and noticing that it was empty.

He had to clean two buckets—one for the fever, the other for drinking—and pour cold water inside said buckets, that including making a large mess in the kitchen to find stored away towels – still clean from the plastic packages it was encased within. Lastly was a large glass goblet since all the others cups were not in the kitchen.

His wrist strained to hold the buckets of water with towels clinging on his arms. His free hand steadily gripped the goblet.

He wobbled occasionally departing from the kitchen, sighing when his location was to go past the long hallway, never had it felt so tiring to walk.

'My ankle…freakin' hurts!'

Fayt had finally made it back to Albel's room, placing down the two buckets close to Albel's bed and placing his other hand on the swordsman's forehead.

'Even warmer…dammit!'

Fayt dunked the towel in the water, it sent chills in Fayt's body – and he just took a warm bath!

Squeezing the towel lightly, he placed the first of the towels on Albel's forehead.

The next one was going to be around Albel's neck to wipe off the sweat, but that wide collar around his neck made him think otherwise.

'I cannot even begin to understand if this collar was either given, a fashion statement, or he's saving it for a special kinky occasion.'

Fayt grinned.
He examined Albel's neck.

'How the hell do remove this collar?! Oh, screw it.'

Fayt submerged another towel within the bucket, squeezing out the water once he raised it up, letting the leftover fluid drip back in the bucket.

'I remember Sophia once taking care of kids when they had a fever. I got the basics done, but what more is there to cool off? Since it was a boy she was helping, she mentioned something of rubbing the towel on the head, the neck…' He gulped, '…and the inner thigh…Erk…'

"Remember, I'm helping him get better. Don't. Get. Excited!"

As a lame excuse, he tried to stare at the floor to calm his hormones.

'Alright, I gotta take this seriously!'

Before doing so, he took the towel from Albel's forehead, turned it over, and placed it back.

"I can do this…"

Fayt gently brushed aside the piece of cloth covering Albel's legs, now exposing creamy-white skin with the purple stockings hugging his thin legs.

'Does he even eat?! In any case, his ribs aren't visible, so that's good…'

The blunette pulled down the stockings gently; at least until it was halfway around Albel's leg. Fayt bit his lips until the taste of copper could slide down his tongue and into his throat.

He held his breath, sliding the other stocking ever-so-more-gently.

Now he breathed out violently, clutching his chest after such an exhausting task. He dunked the other towel in water, doing the same process as he finally stroked the towel around Albel's thigh, leaving occasionally a stream of water bullets from the towel. When Fayt finished wiping away and cooling off Albel's legs for the moment being, Fayt then stroked the towel around Albel's torso. Lastly, he brought back to goblet to his hand.

Sinking in the cup substitute—in the bucket unused from the towels—he dipped it out with the water dripping from the ledge of the goblet. Fayt carefully whispered to the swordsman to wake up for a moment, but his face was almost on the verge of being clawed from Albel's gauntlet hand swatting away what was disturbing his peace, despite being feverish.

Fayt sighed, rising up Albel's head with one hand whilst taking a long chug of the water in his other hand.

'I'll be castrated in an instant if he wakes up now…'

Speculating the event of providing some fluid in the sleepy man, Fayt had no choice but to process water through mouth to mouth.

'At least it can make up for earlier, no matter how sloppy this is 'cause of the water.'

The remaining of the water has slipped from Albel's mouth, letting so many drops fall on his torso.

"Oh…my…"

Fayt jumped away from Albel, his neck craning to see the same little child from kitchen that was being scowled by Albel earlier on. She had a blush tainted on her cheeks, matching the shade of her cherry red hair.

"Umm…uh…" Fayt nervously tried to best describe his choice of words, but nothing came out, only this: "Please don't speak about this—to anyone!"

She shook her head, "I won't! You saved me and grandmother from Sir Albel, it's…err--" Now she had difficulty with words, "--the least I could do."

The little girl wanted to inspect Albel, wondering just why he looked so sickly—she wasn't fully aware of illness conditions much—but decided best to stay with her hands clutching the ledge of the door.

"Heh, thanks. Just to clear out this horrible misunderstanding, Albel got a fever." He heard the small redhead gasp. "So I'm taking care of him, but he doesn't want to wake up. So I'm doing my best to cool him off and give him plenty of water."

She looked intrigued, and then smiled deviously, "How kind." She looked at the floor, mumbling these exact few words: "Though it isn't necessary…we do have--"

"Did you say something?" Fayt said. He dunked the towel that was on Albel's forehead and placing it right back so it can be fresh and cooler.

"Oh…! Nothing, nothing at all! I'll be going now!"

The redhead left, leaving Fayt with just a shrug seeing that it was time to continue to cleaning of Albel's gathering sweat.

"If anything, I just want sleep…I don't even mind the idea of resting on the gravel."

He turned around, getting his weary body to be dragged at the pile of ruble laid out on the corner. Only then he heard Albel panting and took his task, giving another rub of the towel and plenty of water to drink through mouth to mouth once again.

Fayt knew loud and clear it was past midnight from the constant "taking care of the sickly" after he heard much of shuffling feet and the chatter as well as the music dieing down to a wonderful silence.

The music was the only thing keeping him awake, with it done; Fayt's eyelids grew heavy with each passing minute. He felt his body failing him, so he gave Albel's body one last wipe, a new fresh amount of coolness to the towel on the swordsman's forehead, and the last chug of water for the night.

At long last, Fayt's body completely ignored his attempts to staying awake; his legs limped until he collapsed on his knees. The goblet in his hand rolled away once the grip loosened, his other arm was for support or cushioning so Fayt's head can at least rest on a small portion of Albel's bed.

Drifting to dream world, the same redhead passed by Albel's room, a little grin on her face as she left to her name being called by her grandmother.

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And as quickly as night went, so came morning.

Albel's scarlet eyes slowly opened, he rose up half his body and noticed a towel just fall from his head and onto his hand.

"The hell?"

Then his eyes fearfully gazed at his bare legs, the purple stocking now were ringed around his ankles, and the worst thing was Fayt clamping onto one of his leg with a little drool dripping from his mouth with a pleasant smile on his face.

"Leingod! Wake up, you shit!"
Albel assumed the worse – and now he's furious.

Albel's metal claws gripped tightly on Fayt's shoulders, making the blunette flutter his eyes and unaware of the pain sent down his body from the metal trying to bury itself in his skin.

The teen's words came out all sluggish, due to reason that he was only half-awake, "W-what I d-do now…?"

"You tell me! What the hell did you do to my body while I was sleeping?!"

Fayt frowned, wide awake now and this time glaring at Albel with darted emerald orbs, "Nothing that you wouldn't want me to do."

Albel grit his teeth, "And what is that suppose to me--"

"Excuse me, Sir Albel?"

The redhead entered shyly inside, her one of tiny feet circling the floor in a cute manner. Her eyes fixed were completely fixed her hands, "Fayt--"

'How does she know my name…?' Fayt thought, but let it slide to let her talk.

"--was taking care of you, Sir Albel! You were…running down with a fever, and he took care of you all he could during your resting! I hope this clears up the situation… excuse me!" She bowed swiftly, and scurried out.

Albel raised a brow but shook his head, pulling up his purple stockings, "…What exactly did you do?"

Fayt brushed the blue locks out his eyes, "Exactly what she said: taking care of you. You were sweating, so I cooled you off with a towel and water. You needed to drink plenty of fluids for a fast recovery—I won't explain for the sake of my wellbeing—and so I did just that."

The scarlet eyed just stared at him, it went on for a while as Fayt shifted uncomfortably under the gaze.

Fayt: "W-what?"

Albel released his claws from Fayt's shoulder, letting it come back and grip his cushion, "Nothing, although everything was entirely unnecessary. If you haven't noticed—most likely you didn't—we do have herbal medicine for trivial things such as fevers."

Fayt mouth opened wide a gap, his arms drooped on an instant, 'So, all this time…Is that why that girl was smiling so impishly?!
…For the mother of all things holy, somebody just stab me!'

Albel smugly smirked at Fayt's gloomy expression; he slid his legs off the bed and took his walk out of the room. His scarlet hues took a quick inspection of his hand, reminding himself now that he needs to at least bandage it with proper aid.

Fayt finally noticed Albel leaving, the teen rapidly got up and gripped tightly with both hands held onto each side of the ledge of the entrance to the room, "At least thank me, you cold ingrate!"

At least one good thing came out of all this: Fayt's ankle didn't hurt anymore.

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A/N: Well, not much happened, so to say. But heck, it's something! I tried to make this fluffy, but I think I did a so-so job...I was trying to regain back the character in some, but I just can't with all this~! Maybe I should I divided, but whatever. And right now I'm on the point of breaking anything in my sight. At least I got to vent out the frustration by DESTROYING my flour babies--I got twins -.- --, now that that project is finally done. D: AT LAST! My ig is getting scared of me...and my computer has a fawkin' virus DX And our "AWESOME" security thingy never detected it, and every time me and my sister try to remove it, it's really never there. Sigh, I can't even go on my youtube account to listen to music without the f--ing virius. D: Please don't be too much of a critic, I'm fragile. :X xD AND YES, I am aware some, actually a lot... of the parts were OOC, especially the cute sneeze from Albel. BUT I COULDN'T RESIST TARNISHING HIS HARD-ASS DEMEANOR. XDDDD Yeah, it was fun. :D Btw, purple stockings, socks, legs warmer, WHATEVER THE HELL THEY ARE was Albel's... umm... yeah... Until next time for another installment of Serendipity.