Title: Links

By: Metamorcy

Pairing: none

Summary: Sharing a body between two souls will always have conflict, worse when neither is fighting for it. Drabbles about Lambda and Asbel's relationship during and after the game.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

A/N: Sorry for those that like Cheria, I never have. This won't happen for all chapters, just this one. Just wanted to warn those that did like her. I believe that Asbel and Lambda after a while become like opposites and Lambda will more than likely be the sharp tongue of the two as well as the no nonsense type of person.

azure blue espeon's request - Lambda cooking and having a favorite food

Asbel stared down at the boiling food in enquiry. He was tired and he knew the rest of the group was as well. They had been accidently attacked during their little get-together by monsters and soon after they escaped, they were once more attacked by a group of bandits. Due to the tiredness of the group, the fight had been somewhat one-sided though they were able to win in the end.

But Cheria had been hurt during the battle, targeted as the main healer of the group and was went after immediately to hinder their group. Everyone had tried their best to protect her, but some managed to get around and make a couple of good swipes. One eventually slit her side, luckily not deep enough for any concerns, before Hubert and Malik was able to take out the remaining men with a spell.

As the others tried to heal up and since Cheria was unable to cook due to her cut, that left only Asbel to cook. He wasn't the best, but at least decent enough. He did have to learn to survive when he was in knight training after all, being unable to cook even the most simplest of meals was a threat to one's life when out alone.

Still, it was hard to do anything when his muscles were sore from the fights. Flexing his shoulders, he stared at the ingredients to see what he could make, determining which would be the best. A couple of things popped into his mind, but were then ignored when he realized he was missing one thing or another.

'Can you make…cajan crab puffs?'

Asbel blinked when he heard Lambda spoke softly to him, ignoring the rest of the world. He tilted his head curiously, 'Cajan crab puffs?'

'Yes, back when I was in that other body of mine, Doctor Cornell would make them for me all the time. It was…my favorite.'

'I see…however, I'm afraid I don't know how to make it.' Asbel sighed, never before hearing that food name.

'I do. And there's another dish as well that you can make with the leftovers,' Lambda spoke softly. 'I can tell you what to do.'

At that Asbel shook his head. 'No, you can do it. Come, take control of our body.'

'What about your friends? They are quite overprotective of you. I highly doubt they would simply let me take control all that easily.'

Asbel simply shook his head, not bothering with a response and pushed the other into control. As he felt his body no longer moving the way he wanted to, he smiled softly and watched over the other happily, glad that Lambda was starting to get used to how things were done. After all, if Lambda was happy, it just made things a whole lot better.

Lambda quickly went to over the food laid out in front of him, chopping what he needed and the extras went into the other dish. Seafood Creole, he had said, something with shrimp, fish, and some other ingredients Asbel has forgotten, never having heard of the dish before. The red head continued to work on the food, ignoring how Sophie was now staring at him curiously, and finished up one section of everyone's meal. He placed the cajin crab puffs to the side after frying them, taking one for himself to savor the taste and his hard work. It was wonderful, like how it had been a long time ago, and the spiciness was just right. Asbel commented on it from within, making Lambda smile in return, unable to help himself do so. For the darker being, it reminded him of his happier moments with Doctor Cornell who was like a father to him.

As he was finishing up the main course, he pulled out some small plates just as Cheria came over to check up on things. She had been expecting some sort of disaster, but instead came to some good smelling food that looked absolutely delicious. For once, she was completely surprised and a little disheartened that Asbel could actually cook for himself. "That looks good, what is it?"

Lambda peered up for a moment, not sure on how to respond, and tilted his head to the side to prevent Cheria from seeing his other purple eye. It would not be good to draw attention to himself. "Cajin crab puffs and seafood creole."

He had hoped that would be the end of it, lightening up his voice so that she wouldn't be able to tell the difference, but the woman persisted. "Oh? I've never heard of those. Why didn't you tell me that you knew some recipes? I would have gladly made them for you during our trip."

"I just knew."

"That doesn't excuse you, Asbel. These are unusual recipes, I bet they will be a hit with the group. But I didn't know you could cook so well…" Cheria picked up one of the puffs and took a bit. Her eyes widened for a moment and for a split second, disappointment flashed in her eyes. Lambda noticed it immediately and knowing Cheria's feelings for the redhead, knew what it stood for. He turned away, he'd rather not deal with such an intrusive woman, but he could not give Asbel control until the food was done, knowing the other's semi-okay skills. "I guess I can't really feed you, huh."

Lambda silently grumbled, wondering why the whiniest of the group had to be the one to come to him. Hell, Pascal and her odd behaviors were easier to understand since everything was out in the clear compared to before. Lambda sighed, was he really going to have to deal with this at this moment.

'Sorry about her.' Asbel spoke from within.

'It's fine. I just need to be careful of what I say or she'll find out.' Lambda thought back, taking another puff to keep his mouth full. He couldn't answer if he was eating after all. His purple eyes continued to examine the food, checking over to make sure that everything was right and that he wasn't missing anything.

"Hey, Asbel, where did you learn to cook?"

'I guess that plan backfired.' Lambda thought to himself, peering up at Cheria in annoyance. At this rate, the woman was going to find out what was really going on. Ah, he might as well say it and get things over with. "Look, will you stop bothering me? Asbel is not here, I have better things to do than entertain you."

The pink-haired girl's eyes widened immediately, flopping back a little in shock. She peered over Lambda's expression, noticing the hardness in the purple eyes and the coldness on the face. Why hadn't she noticed before? Asbel would never speak that coldly, he was always warm and happy, cheering everyone on when they needed. "Lamb…da?"

"Obviously, has your love-filled brain finally decided to wake up and see the truth? Now, don't bother me, I'm cooking." Lambda sneered before turning his attention back to the food. For once, Cheria had gone back to being quiet, not sure on what to say to the other. Asbel scolded him from within, but was ignored immediately, not bothering with such trifling things, and eventually heard him sigh. He knew better than to question Lambda's personality and the way the other did things, though he didn't appreciate the rudeness.

Cheria stepped away but remained quiet, never alerting the others about Lambda's presence, it was as if she had been shocked completely speechless. He bit back into the crab puffs, enjoying the wonderful taste, and once he finished grabbed another one to eat. Soon after he stirred the pan slightly and waited for the food to finish cooking.

'Ah, I think you like these puffs just like Sophie likes Crablettes.' Asbel muttered after a while. 'I wonder if it's because of something in the crabs…'

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