Title: Links

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.

Asbel had never noticed it until a few years later. It was odd at first, but then it started to show up more and more. He had at first ignored it, burying himself into his works and looking over continuous marriage proposals, but when he saw his mother and his brother one day coming to visit him together, he blinked in confusion. They looked much older than before, like they had aged. But when he looked into the mirror for his own reflection, he simply thought he hadn't changed at all.

When he turned twenty-five, his brother had grown taller, looking more mature, and had lost all the baby-fat that had still been on the cheeks, but Asbel remained the same. He had the same height, build, it was never changing. He still hadn't married yet and there was Cheria, but she seemed to be looking at him in confusion, like there was some hesitation. It was odd, but he ignored it once more and continued to work like always.

It wasn't until a marriage candidate came by and took one look at him that he began to form suspicions. "Lord Lhant?" It was a woman from another family, wealthy to an extent.

"Yes?" He looked up from his papers and smiled softly, standing up from his position. He stopped when he saw some confusion on her appearance. "Miss?"

"You're twenty-six, yes?"

"That's correct."

"You don't look twenty-six, you look like you're a teenager."

That had been the first of the strangeness that started. Many other candidates had stated the same thing as well and soon after walked away, feeling like Asbel looked far too young and that they wanted to wait a few more years for him to grow a little older. Except…he didn't.

He was twenty-eight now and yet, nothing had changed, Cheria was looking at him in shock, gasping at his appearance. She looked scared and frightened like she had found some kind of terrible secret.

"Asbel…I don't know how or why this is happening to you, but I don't think you're aging."

The redhead blinked in confusion. "Huh?"

Malik was besides her, nodding his head. He had some gray hairs starting to show up from his age, he was fifty now after all. "You still look the same as you did ten years ago. Everyone else has grown, except for you and Sophie. But that's not possible unless…"

'Perhaps I might have been the cause.' Lambda's voice echoed sadly from within as if knowing that the blame could only be placed on him.

Asbel blinked at that, tilting his head back curiously. 'What do you mean?'

'I mean that my existence of living inside of you might have caused you to not age correctly or not age at all,' Lambda sighed, feeling a little worried simply because there was a high chance he was correct in his feeling. 'If I can cause mutations to bodies then it wouldn't be impossible for me to affect you after a while simply because you're my host. It's like I've stopped your internal clock from moving forward.'

'It's alright,' Asbel closed his eyes, he should have guessed it was something like that. His mother had aged, her hair wasn't as blue anymore like it used to be, and her hands were starting to shake over time. The wrinkles were much obvious now and her movements were slow. And Frederic was starting to fall apart in a sense, his age catching up, and at times needed a crane to get around correctly.'I wonder, will I die? Or will I simply continue to exist?'

'Who knows, only time will tell.'

Asbel looked over his friends and family, wondering what was going to happen next. But at least he had someone with him, no, two people, Lambda and Sophie. That wasn't too bad. He could continue on with them at their side even if everyone around him disappeared. But it didn't stop the pain that came from the thought of watching everyone around him grow old and fade away.

Years later, he was almost fifty now and yet nothing had changed. He remained as a teenager, his body never growing old and the suspicious and pointed looks from the townspeople grew. He could never get married, not like this, and he felt himself growing distant from everyone around him.

And one day, he vanished from the Lhant manor with Sophie, leaving everything to his younger brother because he knew that it was impossible for him to remain around anymore.

More years passed and it was going to be the hundredth anniversary of all three countries joining together. However, Lhant was never quiet. Rumors were spreading throughout the town about a re head that looked suspiciously like Asbel wandering around with a woman with long purple hair around the same age, appearing at the tombstone of Huburt and his children.

I'm hoping to try and reach 20 drabbles