Oh That Man of Mine
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+S through Z › Star Ocean 2
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,976
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Star Ocean 2, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Shot Through the Heart
Chapter 2
D: I do not own Star Ocean or any of the related characters.
She didn’t know how long she had been crying. How long she had been screaming and punching the air. Her crimson and usually well kept hair was tousled and strewn about her head. Her normally calm expression had given way to red puffy cheeks and tear streaked eyes. Her cloths looked out of place, and words of various colors seemed to flow out of her like a well rounded sailor.
Despite what people might have thought about her, Nel was by all means a woman. She had dreams and wishes, like any other girl. She used to imagine how her future would be. Married to a wonderful man who was kind and loving, with a kid or two who could follow in her footsteps and serve the royal family of Aquious. What ever she used to see in her future, it was definitely not Albel Nox.
But she would go to the heavens and back for her queen, and maybe that’s why they chose her. Because they new she couldn’t refuse? From a political view, she could see their point. Uniting the kingdoms was a very important task, especially in these crucial times after the war. A marriage would be a perfect way to bring the kingdoms together. And she also knew that if a marriage were to occur, that she would be the likely candidate, for her renowned skills and loyalty to the Aquious crown. But why, of all people, did it have to be him?
Albel Nox. Decidedly the most stuck up, arrogant, controlling bastard to ever grace the world, at least as far as she was concerned. He could not address anyone without the prefix of ’maggot’ ’ worm’ or ’fool’. Shouldn’t that tell you something right there? To think that he would soon be her husband?
To say the least, within those few moments with her queen, all of her dreams and hopes of love and her future had been dashed. No, not dashed, crushed.
So for the last two and a half hours, she had been alone in the training facility, by her own request, and had taken her wrath and anger out on a number of poor, unsuspecting straw dummies. She knew it wouldn’t solve anything. But at that point, she didn’t care. Her future was gone, forced to marry that… killing machine. What did Albel Nox know about love? How could he ever comprehend the loyalty and devotion it took for a marriage?
No matter how she looked at it, the out come was the same. As she through a rather harsh side kick, sending the dummies body flying across the yard, one fact still remained. She was going to marry her enemy.
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Presently, Albel was making his way towards the gates of Aquaria. He was wearing his normal clothing, despite woltar’s pleas for him to dress in something ‘nice’. His hair was wind blown, but he didn’t care. A shake of his head and it would fall back into place anyway. He held a threaten glance to anyone brave enough to look as he walked through the city to the castle. He had been sent here to formally announce his engagement to the fool, and of course, speak with her of future plans. All of the technical details such as housing, wedding arrangements, future plans, and a lot of bull shit as far as he was concerned. Needless to say, He was not in a good mood. The less time he spent with her now, the better. For in a few weeks he will have more time with her then he could ever need.
He had been informed a week ago of his fate. ‘Think of it as a mission, a call of duty if you will’ that old coot Woltar had said. But it was no use. Albel’s anger had reached its peek that day. He had screamed, he had threatened, he had even started to dismantle the mans office, and house for that matter, but it didn’t change anything. He was to marry that wench, Nel Zelpher.
It was clear to him at a young age that he was to have an arranged marriage at some point in his life. Being of noble birth, it was a given. He had come to accept that long ago. He was pre-paired to provide for a wife and family, as was expected of him. He was pre-paired to protect them, to be faithful to his wife, and devote to his kin. But he was also under the assumption that when the time came, it would be with an Airygliph noble girl who would have enough sense to just keep her mouth shut and see to the children and dinner. But the moment his soon to be wife was announced, all thoughts of a peaceful relationship flew out the window.
Of course he protested. No, more like demanded, to call the whole thing off. He was not going to marry that wench, and that was final. But, as always, Woltar has this way about him that can pull you into anything. He eventually gave into the man, and agreed to marry her. However, he mentioned nothing about liking it.
Nel Zelpher. One of the most stuck up, arrogant and annoying woman he had ever had the displeasure of meeting. During the war, they had battled several times, both from a distance with mind games, and up close with physical skills. No matter what he did, she was always there to counter him. Neither could win over the other, and it only served to fuel his hatred for the woman. If you could even call her a women. The only thing she was ever concerned with was her precious Queen. Bah, Queen indeed.
And as for Nel? Yes, he would be faithful. Yes, he would provide for her and protect her as is a husband’s duty. But that would be all. If she expects strolls on the beach and tender moments of romance, she was sadly mistaken. He knew before he even set foot into the Aquarian castle that this was a mistake. Two people so keen on hating the other could never make it in a relationship, let alone marriage.
They will all see soon enough. For Albel was convinced, they were all condemning themselves to a fate far worse then death.
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A.N: well, what do you think? A bit of Albel’s thoughts in there. The story is just getting good, so stay tuned! Next episode, Albel and Nel confront each other! Thank you for all of you who reviewed! It keeps a girl writing you know. Also, I’m sorry for all of the spelling mistakes. Someone pointed it out to me, and I am sorry to tell you all right now that I am a horrible speller. Really, I’m not an idiot… I just can’t seem to spell anything. But please bear with me, ill do the best I can. Thank you! Ja ne!
D: I do not own Star Ocean or any of the related characters.
She didn’t know how long she had been crying. How long she had been screaming and punching the air. Her crimson and usually well kept hair was tousled and strewn about her head. Her normally calm expression had given way to red puffy cheeks and tear streaked eyes. Her cloths looked out of place, and words of various colors seemed to flow out of her like a well rounded sailor.
Despite what people might have thought about her, Nel was by all means a woman. She had dreams and wishes, like any other girl. She used to imagine how her future would be. Married to a wonderful man who was kind and loving, with a kid or two who could follow in her footsteps and serve the royal family of Aquious. What ever she used to see in her future, it was definitely not Albel Nox.
But she would go to the heavens and back for her queen, and maybe that’s why they chose her. Because they new she couldn’t refuse? From a political view, she could see their point. Uniting the kingdoms was a very important task, especially in these crucial times after the war. A marriage would be a perfect way to bring the kingdoms together. And she also knew that if a marriage were to occur, that she would be the likely candidate, for her renowned skills and loyalty to the Aquious crown. But why, of all people, did it have to be him?
Albel Nox. Decidedly the most stuck up, arrogant, controlling bastard to ever grace the world, at least as far as she was concerned. He could not address anyone without the prefix of ’maggot’ ’ worm’ or ’fool’. Shouldn’t that tell you something right there? To think that he would soon be her husband?
To say the least, within those few moments with her queen, all of her dreams and hopes of love and her future had been dashed. No, not dashed, crushed.
So for the last two and a half hours, she had been alone in the training facility, by her own request, and had taken her wrath and anger out on a number of poor, unsuspecting straw dummies. She knew it wouldn’t solve anything. But at that point, she didn’t care. Her future was gone, forced to marry that… killing machine. What did Albel Nox know about love? How could he ever comprehend the loyalty and devotion it took for a marriage?
No matter how she looked at it, the out come was the same. As she through a rather harsh side kick, sending the dummies body flying across the yard, one fact still remained. She was going to marry her enemy.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Presently, Albel was making his way towards the gates of Aquaria. He was wearing his normal clothing, despite woltar’s pleas for him to dress in something ‘nice’. His hair was wind blown, but he didn’t care. A shake of his head and it would fall back into place anyway. He held a threaten glance to anyone brave enough to look as he walked through the city to the castle. He had been sent here to formally announce his engagement to the fool, and of course, speak with her of future plans. All of the technical details such as housing, wedding arrangements, future plans, and a lot of bull shit as far as he was concerned. Needless to say, He was not in a good mood. The less time he spent with her now, the better. For in a few weeks he will have more time with her then he could ever need.
He had been informed a week ago of his fate. ‘Think of it as a mission, a call of duty if you will’ that old coot Woltar had said. But it was no use. Albel’s anger had reached its peek that day. He had screamed, he had threatened, he had even started to dismantle the mans office, and house for that matter, but it didn’t change anything. He was to marry that wench, Nel Zelpher.
It was clear to him at a young age that he was to have an arranged marriage at some point in his life. Being of noble birth, it was a given. He had come to accept that long ago. He was pre-paired to provide for a wife and family, as was expected of him. He was pre-paired to protect them, to be faithful to his wife, and devote to his kin. But he was also under the assumption that when the time came, it would be with an Airygliph noble girl who would have enough sense to just keep her mouth shut and see to the children and dinner. But the moment his soon to be wife was announced, all thoughts of a peaceful relationship flew out the window.
Of course he protested. No, more like demanded, to call the whole thing off. He was not going to marry that wench, and that was final. But, as always, Woltar has this way about him that can pull you into anything. He eventually gave into the man, and agreed to marry her. However, he mentioned nothing about liking it.
Nel Zelpher. One of the most stuck up, arrogant and annoying woman he had ever had the displeasure of meeting. During the war, they had battled several times, both from a distance with mind games, and up close with physical skills. No matter what he did, she was always there to counter him. Neither could win over the other, and it only served to fuel his hatred for the woman. If you could even call her a women. The only thing she was ever concerned with was her precious Queen. Bah, Queen indeed.
And as for Nel? Yes, he would be faithful. Yes, he would provide for her and protect her as is a husband’s duty. But that would be all. If she expects strolls on the beach and tender moments of romance, she was sadly mistaken. He knew before he even set foot into the Aquarian castle that this was a mistake. Two people so keen on hating the other could never make it in a relationship, let alone marriage.
They will all see soon enough. For Albel was convinced, they were all condemning themselves to a fate far worse then death.
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A.N: well, what do you think? A bit of Albel’s thoughts in there. The story is just getting good, so stay tuned! Next episode, Albel and Nel confront each other! Thank you for all of you who reviewed! It keeps a girl writing you know. Also, I’m sorry for all of the spelling mistakes. Someone pointed it out to me, and I am sorry to tell you all right now that I am a horrible speller. Really, I’m not an idiot… I just can’t seem to spell anything. But please bear with me, ill do the best I can. Thank you! Ja ne!