Gears of a Twisted Mind
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Category:
+S through Z › Star Ocean 2
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,525
Reviews:
2
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.
The Plot Thickens
AU: here is the next chapter. Sorry about the long wait. Thank you for all the reviews! It makes me so very happy. I have a small favor to ask all of you. Please, if you know of any GOOD Albel and Nel fan fictions please let me know. E-mail them to me, or something. I cant find any more, there are so few. So if you know of any, I would be in your debt.
I do not own any of these characters or anything they are associated with. But then again, we are not idiots here.
CHAPTER THREE
She knew this was coming, so why was she so hesitant now? Maybe because actually seeing it after so long of avoiding it, she remembered how dangerous it can be. And being so close to it? She was second guessing there method of transportation. After all, it wasn’t being close to the dragon that bothered her. It was being so close to Albel that got her stomach in a twist.
Don’t get her wrong, she was terrified of the dragon. Who wouldn’t be? But something about Albel’s mere presence always outweighed everything else.
Never the less, she willed her self forward, slowly approaching the beast and the dragon. The thought of her Queen and her country hung over her head like a guilty little rain cloud. She had to suck it up if she was ever going to get through this, even if that meant her own discomfort.
Albel however was quite enjoying her frustration. He had guessed from her glances at the spot behind him that she was rather unwilling to sit near him. Admittedly, he was not to keen on being that close to the red haired spy, but he would rather take this then walking all the way to Peterny. She was slowly stepping towards him, a look of pained force on her face. Really, was she going to be this difficult all the way? If she planned on slowing him down like this, he would take off and leave her now. But just as he was playing around with the idea, he felt a small tug of weight as she hoisted herself up behind him. There was a moment of silence as both glanced at each other, not sure what to say. Nel decided she would break the silence. Sitting around never was her style.
“Well Nox, are we going or not?” she said quickly, trying to mask her embarrassment at having to be this close to him. All she got was another raised eyebrow. He glanced down at her position and her hands. She had immediately placed them around his waist knowing full well that she would fall without a good grip. One thing she never liked about air dragons, they were fast but very unpredictable.
Albel tensed up at the feeling of her hands around him. Never would he have pictured being this close to the women, but seeing as duty called, he had no choice. Ignoring the feeling brewing in his gut, he turned around and pulled the thick leather reins, sending them soaring into the air.
The servant stood nervously slouched near a pair of large oak doors, hidden somewhere in the maze of an underground cave. The walls appeared to have been carved out of solid rock, leaving them damp and cold. The air was dank and thick, making it hard to take deep breaths.
This was the last place he wanted to be right now.
But he had little choice. The man waiting beyond those doors did not like to wait, and would kill him without hesitation. He had been personally summoned, meaning this was important. It was either brave these dark passages, or be sought out and killed. So here he stood, shivering and anxious to leave.
But his master seemed to have other plans. The doors creaked open with an unseen force, and he was ushered in by two tall figures wearing nothing but tattered gray cloaks, their faces hidden. The room had the same feel as the hall way, only it was on a much grander scale. Torches lit the room with a dim glow, casting shadows of the figures as he approached the center. It was all so familiar, although he wished he could forget.
A low voice broke the tension, causing the nervous servant to jump.
“Hello Himka, it’s been too long. Don’t you agree?” the voice hissed out in a sarcastic tone, basking in the servants obvious terror. How he loved human reactions.
“y-yes m-m-master, it h-has” Himka stammered out, trying his best not to turn and run.
“A little bird told me Aquaria and Airygliph received the threat from Greeton, is that correct?” he asked, shifting in his rather comfortable throne.
“Yes master” Himka eagerly spit out, please to finally know why he was summoned.
“Good boy. You have done your job well puppet.” he smiled, a cruel glint in his amber eyes.
Himka nodded vigorously, only slowing when he noticed the look in his master’s eye. He had seen that before. He had done his duty, surly his master wouldn’t…
There was a swift movement of cloth, followed by the gleam of a blade. Blood splattered across the large room, painting the walls with the familiar crimson. The head of Himka rolled to a stop before the powerful lord, its face stricken with shock. The headless body fell to the floor with a dulled thump, revealing the image of a cloaked figure sheathing a fine tip sword.
“Thank you Akem, puppets can become very boring. Now, if you please, clean up your mess and ready yourself to travel” the man stood from his plush chair, cracking the bones of his back as he moved. Licking his lips, he stared down at his little helper.
“The bait has been set, and its time to play.”
AU: I know this chapter took a bit to get out, and it’s really short, but it’s just something to get the story moving. So who is this mysterious guy? What is he plotting? And what awaits Albel and Nel in Peterny? Read the next chapter and find out!
I do not own any of these characters or anything they are associated with. But then again, we are not idiots here.
CHAPTER THREE
She knew this was coming, so why was she so hesitant now? Maybe because actually seeing it after so long of avoiding it, she remembered how dangerous it can be. And being so close to it? She was second guessing there method of transportation. After all, it wasn’t being close to the dragon that bothered her. It was being so close to Albel that got her stomach in a twist.
Don’t get her wrong, she was terrified of the dragon. Who wouldn’t be? But something about Albel’s mere presence always outweighed everything else.
Never the less, she willed her self forward, slowly approaching the beast and the dragon. The thought of her Queen and her country hung over her head like a guilty little rain cloud. She had to suck it up if she was ever going to get through this, even if that meant her own discomfort.
Albel however was quite enjoying her frustration. He had guessed from her glances at the spot behind him that she was rather unwilling to sit near him. Admittedly, he was not to keen on being that close to the red haired spy, but he would rather take this then walking all the way to Peterny. She was slowly stepping towards him, a look of pained force on her face. Really, was she going to be this difficult all the way? If she planned on slowing him down like this, he would take off and leave her now. But just as he was playing around with the idea, he felt a small tug of weight as she hoisted herself up behind him. There was a moment of silence as both glanced at each other, not sure what to say. Nel decided she would break the silence. Sitting around never was her style.
“Well Nox, are we going or not?” she said quickly, trying to mask her embarrassment at having to be this close to him. All she got was another raised eyebrow. He glanced down at her position and her hands. She had immediately placed them around his waist knowing full well that she would fall without a good grip. One thing she never liked about air dragons, they were fast but very unpredictable.
Albel tensed up at the feeling of her hands around him. Never would he have pictured being this close to the women, but seeing as duty called, he had no choice. Ignoring the feeling brewing in his gut, he turned around and pulled the thick leather reins, sending them soaring into the air.
The servant stood nervously slouched near a pair of large oak doors, hidden somewhere in the maze of an underground cave. The walls appeared to have been carved out of solid rock, leaving them damp and cold. The air was dank and thick, making it hard to take deep breaths.
This was the last place he wanted to be right now.
But he had little choice. The man waiting beyond those doors did not like to wait, and would kill him without hesitation. He had been personally summoned, meaning this was important. It was either brave these dark passages, or be sought out and killed. So here he stood, shivering and anxious to leave.
But his master seemed to have other plans. The doors creaked open with an unseen force, and he was ushered in by two tall figures wearing nothing but tattered gray cloaks, their faces hidden. The room had the same feel as the hall way, only it was on a much grander scale. Torches lit the room with a dim glow, casting shadows of the figures as he approached the center. It was all so familiar, although he wished he could forget.
A low voice broke the tension, causing the nervous servant to jump.
“Hello Himka, it’s been too long. Don’t you agree?” the voice hissed out in a sarcastic tone, basking in the servants obvious terror. How he loved human reactions.
“y-yes m-m-master, it h-has” Himka stammered out, trying his best not to turn and run.
“A little bird told me Aquaria and Airygliph received the threat from Greeton, is that correct?” he asked, shifting in his rather comfortable throne.
“Yes master” Himka eagerly spit out, please to finally know why he was summoned.
“Good boy. You have done your job well puppet.” he smiled, a cruel glint in his amber eyes.
Himka nodded vigorously, only slowing when he noticed the look in his master’s eye. He had seen that before. He had done his duty, surly his master wouldn’t…
There was a swift movement of cloth, followed by the gleam of a blade. Blood splattered across the large room, painting the walls with the familiar crimson. The head of Himka rolled to a stop before the powerful lord, its face stricken with shock. The headless body fell to the floor with a dulled thump, revealing the image of a cloaked figure sheathing a fine tip sword.
“Thank you Akem, puppets can become very boring. Now, if you please, clean up your mess and ready yourself to travel” the man stood from his plush chair, cracking the bones of his back as he moved. Licking his lips, he stared down at his little helper.
“The bait has been set, and its time to play.”
AU: I know this chapter took a bit to get out, and it’s really short, but it’s just something to get the story moving. So who is this mysterious guy? What is he plotting? And what awaits Albel and Nel in Peterny? Read the next chapter and find out!