The Sentimental Feelings

Author: Ciissi
Fandom: Star Ocean III: Till the End of Time
Pairing: Albel Nox x Fayt Leingod
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Ocean III. It belongs to Square Enix, may they do lots of more good games. Song Lost Boys belongs to The 69 Eyes and because I am not male, I do not belong to that band and so on $B!D (B point being I do not own the song.
Warnings: Eventually NC-17. Contains yaoi meaning at least two boys having sex together but not in first few chapters. Possible child abuse but not in sexual manner.
Author's Note 1: Already fourth chapter. I am doing my best here! I am sorry that it took this long... So... Clothes... Right... What kind of clothes would a man turned into a child would like to wear...? *snicker* Again Albel torturing and of course Fayt torturing because Albel is such a brat. Literately.

Answers for Reviews: This time I was overwhelmed that so many liked my messing up with Fayt's head. And making Albel bleed for real. But they really needed that! Lilly, Seraph, SuijiDL, and Shinia have once again used their precious time to review my writing. I thank you deeply. You are very encouraging.
To Lilly: I did not quite understand all of your points but I believe that Fayt do not have Symbology tattoos on his skin. I think it is just Aquarian habit. That Destruction Symbology is imprinted into Fayt's genes so... I do not think that Destruction is evil or good. It just is. The power is never good or bad, that is depending of person using the power and Fayt is not a 'bad' person.
To Maya: XD Albel will be quite preoccupied his child-form to kiss too often Fayt.
To Seraph: Glad you thought it was fun to read. I am not so good at writing funny things.
To SuijiDL: My job as a writer is to mess with their minds. I have no other toys so I have to have something to play with.
To Shinia and distraught AlbelFayt fangirl: More is coming. Just be patient. I am not very fast writer.
To Aynonmous: I am descriptive writer and I am not very fond of dialog.
To Amber: I believe we are in same livejournal community, right? 'Soul Oblivion' is yours, right? I love it!

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Part One - Chapter Four: The Dormancy (The Chores of the Morning)
You wanna rock
Nothing's gonna make you stop
And nothing's gonna break you up
Everybody knows you're lost in the night time honey
Lost boys
~The 69 Eyes: Lost Boys~

The morning sun which shone through the curtainless window woke Fayt up by hitting to his eyes. He squirmed around for a moment unwilling to give up his deep, comfortable sleep. But the rays of the sun were persistent and unwilling to stop until Fayt would get his lazy ass up from the bed and close the curtains.

Fayt sighed and gave up. It was clear that he would be unable to sleep anymore. He raised his head and looked around in mild confusion. It took sometime before Fayt was able to recognize the room he was sleeping in. As he looked around he had a deja-vu-like feeling. Fayt could remember like through mist that he had had a several strange dreams last night. Those dreams had involved lots of Albel doing naughty things to him, but he could not be certain.

Fayt rose and stretched with satisfaction. He felt very refreshed. He heard faint noise beside him and he looked down.

Albel was still sleeping while snuggling against Fayt's side. His calm face was partly covered by his hair and he looked very angelic. Because he was sleeping. Because his mouth was shut. Albel was still wearing Fayt's pajama shirt and his hair-tails were partly disheveled.

Fayt sighed and placed his hand on Albel's small shoulder. Gently he shook small boy but the three-year-old did not reacted. Usually the swordsman woke up for the smallest noise or change of atmosphere. The demonic thought entered Fayt's mind and he reached over Albel. He descended his face close to Albel's and called out other's name while shaking small body with his hand.

Slow Albel was drawn out of his sleep by gentle calling of his name with voice that he yearned to hear more and more. He was drawn towards wakefulness by familiar feeling of warm hand which touch he often felt after battle if he had been wounded. Albel allowed his lids open without hurry and first thing he saw was those incredible emerald-eyes over him.

Later on Albel *assured* himself that it happened because he was still drowsy from his sleep and because Fayt was *begging* for it. On the other hand Fayt refused to comment anyway and only blushed.

Albel's hands shot up and wounded around Fayt's neck. He hitched them closer to each other and pressed their lips together taking the blue-haired one by surprise. Fayt felt all the strength disappear from his arms and they buckled. He crashed atop of Albel who only let out muffled cry against Fayt's mouth but did not let their kiss break.

"FAYT!" the voice bellowed. "You wake already?!"

The door opened and crashed against the wall with loud bang. Angry Cliff stumped in and behind him concerned Mirage walked in. Their entering shocked the pair on the bed. Fayt raised his head Albel's hands still locked around his neck and his eyes wide from surprise. It did not even cross his mind what their position might look like in the eyes of overprotective Cliff.

Cliff stopped dead and his jaw dropped as he saw Fayt sprawled on the bed, over Albel without his shirt and his blue hair unusually well mussed. Albel clinching on his neck. He immediately marked the flush on Fayt's cheeks and how youngster's lips were reddish and glimmering wetly. Fayt looked like he had been kissed well.

"Oh my...", Mirage murmured staring Albel and Fayt. She raised her hand to her lips trying to suppress the laughter bubbling inside her and glanced to Cliff. It took most of her self-control to not roll over laughing as she saw the black look on Cliff's face. She was well aware that Cliff saw Fayt as his little brother who was bullied by Big, Bad Albel Nox and was not even aware of it himself. Mirage thought it was cute that Cliff who had never before taken anything seriously was now protective. Thou it seemed that it was no needed anymore.

Cliff was fuming. How that little slime *dared* to use Fayt as his weapon in his fight against Cliff?! "Why you little...!" Cliff bolted forward. He was so going to kill that arrogant bastard of Nox! //I won't allow *this*!// His job was protect Fayt and would no matter what kind of danger it would be.

Albel's eyes widened as he saw the pure bloodlust in Cliff's eyes. He had no weapon of any kind. He was trapped under Fayt. And he was a fucking child! Albel Nox had felt horror in his life. Oh yes he had. But it had not happened in many years. After all he was the best swordsman in Airyglyph. But now he was a damn *kid*!

Albel was not amused. He was uncharacteristic afraid. He buried his face into Fayt's chest and let out a little, almost inaudible whimper of horror. When the noise escaped from his lips Albel could have kicked himself. He was Albel Nox, Albel the Wicked, The Wicked One! He *did not* whimper and not especially from fear!

Fayt stared in certain disbelief and sleepy detachment of Cliff who was rushing towards him anger plainly on his face. He realized that this was nowhere near good thing to have much bigger and much stronger man rushing over like angered dragon. Quickly Fayt wound his hands around Albel's small body and rolled them on the other side of the bed away from peeved Cliff.

Cliff lunged his fit into bed beside the place where Fayt and Albel had lain moments before and effectively pulverized the wooden parts of the bed.

The severely cracked wood frame seemed to think for a moment before it gave in. Albel and Fayt crashed down to the floor with double shriek of surprise. Luckily the bed covers cushioned their fall and Albel fell on top of Fayt.

Lying on the floor under Albel Fayt blinked his lids several times before he got his brains to work and his demeanor took a rather unpleasing turn to worse. His eyes got colder as he gazed Mirage and Cliff. "What's the meaning of *this*?" he asked icily and letting go of Albel he rolled over and stood up. He picked child up from the flood and embraced Albel supporting him with his hip. "It is too early for all of this. Mind explaining?"

Mirage wanted to laugh the absurdness of all of this. But she knew that Cliff had been quite rude to rush in like that. After all this was Albel's room. She knew that if situation had been normal they would have not come in like that because cranky Elicoorian swordsman was very unpleasant experience. But if everything would have been normal Fayt had not been in this room in the first place. At least so she had thought... but now after seeing the position where Fayt and Albel had been when they had entered Mirage had started to more than slightly doubt whether or not Fayt might have sooner or later been found from Albel's room. Or to be precise from Albel's bed... naked or something like that.

Cliff opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of the water. It was clear that he had no explanation for his action.

Mirage decided that it was her time to step in. She shoved Cliff out of her way and walked over to Fayt. She could not help herself not checking Fayt out. The young man *was* half naked! No one could blame her! And did he look good while carrying in a child dressed in an oversized shirt on his arms?!

Mirage wanted to smirk. She knew that Sophia would have been drooling for the sight if the child would have not been the Albel Nox whom she was afraid of without end. Mirage glanced more closely Albel and saw a scowl on his face and heard him hissing warningly while hogging more tightly on Fayt. //My, my//, she mused herself, //aren't we possessive, Albel Nox...// She corrected her thought from before. It was matter of time when those two would be found from same bed naked no matter *whose* bed it was. //They might get over it quicker if they *both* weren't in such a denial//, Mirage thought and felt a slight sting of regret in her heart. It was quite clear to her where Fayt's affections laid.

Mirage put an apologetic smile on her face and stepped further from Fayt and Albel. She had to be careful with this two and not to do anything that either of them might consider as a threat. "I'm sorry, Fayt, Albel. I tried to stop him but some times he's just too energetic for his own good." Mirage let out an extravagant sigh and firmly placed her hand on her loins.

Cliff shot to Mirage's back a death glare but in effectiveness and overall in everything it was no where near the Albel Nox Death Glare For Idiots©.

Mirage did not notice the look she was receiving. "My point is that we're scheduled to leave tomorrow. Remember that, Fayt?" she inquired gently.

Fayt paled as did Albel. Fayt glanced down to Albel on his arms before looking back to Mirage. He laughed nervously. "It kind of slipped out of my mind, Mirage..." he admitted in defeat. What kind of leader forgot something as important as that?

Mirage just smiled gently back to Fayt without being nervous. "I thought you might have, all the situations considered", she comforted, "and with this new situation it's best that we stay in Peterny for an extra night and day. This should not slow us down too much." Mirage saw Fayt thinking and finally nodding. She sighed from reassurance. Fayt truly was exception individual for not allowing this matter to confuse himself too long. "I and Cliff came to ask whether there's something you would like us to do", she offered.

Fayt seemed to be deep in thought. The he lowered his head and said something that others could not hear to Albel. What ever he said made Albel frown and rub his cheek while thinking. As he raised his head and answered to Fayt his voice was only silent whispers without meaning to anyone else except for Fayt. There was a mild smirk on Albel's lips.

Mirage felt Cliff sift uneasily behind her but she refused to look at him. She could understand Cliff's uneasiness. She was herself not at ease either. None was when Albel Nox with his twisted mind was smirking like that.

Fayt turned back to Mirage and Cliff while put Albel back to his own feet. "I'm going to do some shopping with Albel. Clothes and such after we have dressed up", he informed Mirage. Then his green eyes sifted to Cliff. "You, Cliff, are quite good at Weapon Creation so you'll go and do a new claw for Albel. I'll give you the right measurement after we have had some breakfast." His voice was neutral as was his stare. He crossed his arms on his bare chest and put his weight on his other foot. Albel was disappeared into bathroom. "Now would you two leave us so we can get ourselves into clothing?" Fayt quirked his eyebrow.

Mirage was going to complain but a firm, heavy hand of Cliff settled on her shoulder and squeezed gently and denyingly. She looked over her shoulder and saw Cliff shaking his head. "Lets leave it, Mirage", he whispered and in his eyes was sudden sadness. "I hear you, Fayt. Going to do my best!" he cheerfully bellowed and tracked Mirage out of the room without further ado.

Fayt sighed and slumped on the floor. He could see that this day was so not going to be his day. //Clothes shopping with Albel... Right... No problem... Yeah, right...// He listened noises from the bathroom. As he heard a stream of quite colorful cussing he picked himself up from the floor and proceeded to help Albel. He stopped momentarily outside the bathroom and sighed heavily. So not his day...

Fayt raised his hand, knocked on the door and opened the door. "Albel, what you're..." He stepped into room closing the door behind him.

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Outside the Albel's room Mirage sighed and looked warningly Cliff. "You know, Cliff... Fayt's full-aged. You can't decide for him whom he likes." She was worried about Cliff and his sudden outbursts. It was not like Cliff to think before acting but somehow this all was different from anything else that normally happened. She was afraid that the Klausian man would harbor feelings more than brotherly towards Earthling. There was no way he could fight against Fayt's affection and desire to Albel.

Cliff paced around the hall nervously. Then he stopped and looked towards the window. "I know that, Mirage, I know. It's all the same to me whom he wants to bed. It's just..." He fell silent for a moment and rubbed his neck staring out of the window. He turned around and with deep sadness in his eyes he met Mirage's gaze. "Why from all of the possibilities Fayt choose Albel Nox?" he asked surprising Mirage entirely. She had not thought that Cliff could be so observant. "It's not very likely that The Wicked One doesn't realize before long Fayt's feelings. And after that...", Cliff sighed and returned to walk heading down the corridor, "... he's going to harness Fayt's feelings shamelessly. And Fayt will be heartbroken when Albel will desert him..." His voice faded away leaving only the sadness of his words to flutter in the air.

Mirage looked after Cliff. She hoped for Fayt's sake that Cliff would be wrong in this matter. They still had to fight against the Creator and it would not do if there was a crack in Fayt's and Albel's relationship. The Klausian woman shook her head. There was nothing she could do. Fayt had set his mind to take care of Albel. She knew that what ever the blue-haired young man promised he would keep.

Mirage followed Cliff down the hall.

*****

Fayt just knew that after Albel had regained his adult-form he would be so dead for this good. At the moment he was dangling Albel on the crook of his arm. Albel's hand and feet towards the floor and he was dripping water from his soaking wet figure. Although the child was for now silent Fayt just *knew* that later on there would be Hell to pay. One just *did not* dangle Albel Nox on one's arm like a rag-doll... But it was not his fault that Albel had dived head first into water-full tub and could not get out of it and almost ended up drowning.

Albel was fuming. Things were steadily getting more and more humiliating to him. Not only was he converted into a child and having embarrassing erotic dreams of blue-haired youngster but on he had kissed the other and top of that he almost drowned on a fucking *tub*! Albel most definitely hated being a child. As he was not enough annoyed by everything he had realized as Fayt picked him put of the tub that the blue-haired one was without doubt *stronger* than he.

Infuriating!

Albel hated this. He hated being weak, unable to take care of himself, forced to depend on others, on *Fayt*! In his musings Albel felt Fayt sifting and lowered him to his own feet. He heard Fayt returning back to bathroom but he did not react and just stood there dripping water to the wooden floor.

Fayt returned to room and Albel felt his touch on his shoulder. "Albel?" he asked hesitantly. Knowing that there were no other choices that this he kneeled beside of the child and started to unbutton the shirt Albel was wearing.

Albel raised his face and frowned but kept silent. He wanted to know what Fayt was up to but he was *not* going to ask. He knew that the silence would soon start to unnerve the blue-haired boy and he would start talk.

But the silence stayed. The air was filled the sound of their breathing, droplets of water hitting to the floor and rustling of the dry clothing. The wind blew in from the opened window and brought in the noises of busy streets into silent, still room where only movement was Fayt's hands and fingers opening and removing Albel's shirt.

Fayt reached a little up and slipped the wet shirt off Albel's shoulder. The shirt let out a wet smack as it hit the floor behind Albel.

Albel stood before Fayt as naked as he could be. He suppressed the itch to shield himself from Fayt's emerald-eyes with his hands and stared indifference on his face onto the opposite wall. He clearly heard Fayt moving and sifting. The treacherous breeze invaded the room bringing Fayt's lovely and somehow soothing smell into Albel's nose. He could still detect the fine traces of other's fragrance around him, on his hair, skin, memory. The night and sleeping in the same bed had attached it permanently into Albel. And now that other was this close as the gentle, warm, *treacherous* breeze of wind circled around them he could only stare the opposing wall and breathe in the aroma that was Fayt Leingod's.

Fayt strictly kept his eyes on *proper* places when he undressed the small Albel and once again he reminded himself that although the fragrance around him was *definitely* Albel the Wicked Nox's, the body in which the spirit, soul and mind of said young man inhabited right now was one that of a child's. Fayt did not want to... play... with a little kid. He wanted the grown up man to... play... with him. With a sigh he reached to the floor and grabbed the big towel he had earlier fetched from the bathroom. As he wound the towel around the tine frame and started to rub it dry, Fayt somewhere back of his mind reminded himself - once again - that it was not very likely that *Albel* would like to... play... with *him* from all of the possible people. It just was not likely.

As a linen towel encircled Albel he was startled but he managed to keep it as an inwardly surprisement. He had been too busy to stare the wall that he had not registered what Fayt had been doing aside from removing his clothes. He had not expected anything like this but on the other had, he admitted to himself, this was just something very Fayt-like. Albel had to tell himself like he had done after *that* night - the night he had asked from Fayt if others hated him - that Fayt could never look at him like he would have been more than a traveling companion. Because he was cruel and uncaring, loving to hurt other people and watch them to bleed. Albel smiled on that thought. Most of the people did not realize what a huge turn on blood - and swordplay - could be.

Fayt happened to glance up to Albel's face and a hot and cold shiver ran down his spine as he saw the sneer on the childlike face. Thus was proven to Fayt that no matter what he looked like inside the Albel Nox was unchanged.

Albel bent his neck so he could follow the movement of Fayt's hands and fingers. As many times before he noted how delicate fingers and hands blue-haired boy had. They were indeed suitable for a person who was as defined in Runology - or Symbology as Fayt called it - as Fayt. Albel was fascinated by those hands and fingers. They were nimble and strong. That he had found out while they had been doing some Item Creation. Albel's crimson eyes attached themselves on Fayt's hand and followed their every move as Fayt rubbed his damp skin dry.

Fayt let the towel fall off his hands and stood up. "I am finished, Albel", he said his tone serious as always when he talked with Albel about battle tactics or such. "Now we have to think what you can wear before we get you some new clothes." Fayt kept talking as he looked around them thoughtfully and walked back and fro.

It came by surprise how quickly Fayt stopped drying him and it did not pleased Albel at all. He was not ready to let go of Fayt's touch. There was something very dulcifying - almost magical - in the graze of those delicate, yet strong fingers.

But Albel Nox did not and would not beg attention or caress or warmth. He did not because he knew that no one would answer to it without ridiculing him. Albel was so deeply enfolded by his thoughts of past and things long gone that he did not hear Fayt's words and random questions. He did not notice Fayt coming closer until other deposited his hand on his childish, narrow shoulder.

"Albel? Are you listening to me?" Fayt asked and frowned for Albel's distant expression. "Is something wrong, Albel?"

Fayt's voice snapped Albel out of his musings and he brought his eyes up to meet Fayt's emerald ones. He did not answer verbally. He just quirked his brow to express his mild curiosity towards other's words.

Fayt decided that it was better that he could just let his words before go. Those words after all were very potential to start a fight of a century and Fayt was not on the mood for fighting. He just stood there and wondered what he should say now that he had Albel's undivided attention. With certain secluded preoccupation Fayt noted that Albel's lips were moving. He almost paled when he realized that Albel was answering to his question and he was *not* listening. Quickly he apologized and requested other to repeat what he had said.

Albel could not believe that this was happening. It was mortifying enough as it was and *now* he had to repeat it! "I need your help to fix my hair", he told again. "Just give me another of your shirts to wear." He crossed his arms to his chest and tapped his foot demandingly. "After my hair is done, we can think of the temporary clothing." Albel sounded like *Fayt* was the one turned into a child and he was wearing Albel's nerves thin.

Fayt stared Albel in disbelief. Had Albel just asked him to take care of his hair?! Fayt could not believe it. There *had* to be something wrong in his hearing. Albel glared him as Fayt kept looking at the child with doubt and blushed. He rubbed his cheek and let out a small laugh of embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Albel, but could you please repeat once more what did you say." He knew that crimson-eyed warrior would be very upset for his request but Albel Nox just did *not* ask anybody to touch his hair. Fayt had realized long time ago that his long hair was somewhat sacred to Albel and letting someone to touch it was unheard of. "It is only so that I thought that I heard you asking me to help you with your hair..." Fayt was mortified but he could not let Albel continue without explaining more precisely why Albel should repeat himself once more.

Albel had to admit to himself that he really did not get Fayt at all. When ever he thought that he had figured younger man out, this changed and messed up everything he had thought he knew for sure about blue-haired one. It irritated him. It bewitched him and did not allow him to forget other young man. Again... he could not... and thought of that made Albel little bit bitter... he could not understand Fayt Leingod. It was true that he did not like random people touching his hair but Fayt was not someone random and Albel *knew* that he could not take care of his hair alone. It was too long to three-year-old to groom himself. So... Why was Fayt Leingod embarrassed? Was he mocking him?!

Albel's eyes narrowed and he turned away. "That is exactly what I asked you to do. Help me with my hair", he stated his tune unemotional and bowed his head that his bangs shaded his face. He heard Fayt sifting and sucking sharply air. Small smile formed to his lips.

Fayt swallowed something like deep emotion from his throat. His frigid frame relaxed. He turned to look for shirt to other and after finding one he returned with it and slipped it on Albel. "Of course I'll help you, Albel." Like he could have ever been able to deny request like that from Albel!

Albel threw his head backwards his hair-tails snaking around his body and face. There was a small, devious smirk on his lips and his blood-red eyes were glimmering in the sunshine like two valuable rubies. There was something mischievous in his posture and facial expression as he extended his arm and pointed the nearby chair. "Good then. Now lift me up to that chair, Leingod, so we can get over this!" he ordered as their eyes met.

It was not conscious thought that made Fayt extend his hands and lift Albel up and place him carefully on the chair. But no matter what those moves were full of grace and gentleness. As soon as Albel had found good position to sit Fayt started open the cloth-warpings around Albel's long neck-hair and tried act like he was not touching Albel's hair to feel the elusiveness and silkiness of the long strands. He let the ribbons fell on the floor and started to comb the locks with his fingers.

Albel let out a shocked whimper of mild pain as Fayt's fingers came to connection with tangles. His scalp tingled evilly and he almost fell backwards off the chair. For some reason Albel found out that he was not able to prevent the tears falling down his cheeks. //So humiliating...// was all he could think. He had thought that he would have more self-control than this. It seemed there was no end for his humiliation.

Fayt jerked backwards and drew his fingers from Albel's hair as the child called out in pain. He had been so enchanted by the hair that he had not realized that there might be tangles. He went around Albel, placed his hands on Albel's tiny shoulders and asked was Albel alright.

Albel raised his teary eyes and looked up to Fayt. "It hurt!" he exclaimed being annoyed. "It really hurt, so try being little more careful!" He could not remember when pain had made him cry and the humiliation made him irritated.

Unfortunately for Albel - and in some aspect fortunately - in the ears and eyes of Fayt he sounded like a small child who had been hurt and who reacted accordingly. Fayt felt the bang of guilt in his chest and he crouched to hug Albel and apologize with all of his heart. He pressed Albel as close as he dared against his chest and ran his hand over Albel's hair muttering soothingly.

Albel's eyes widened. He had not expected this kind of response from Fayt. It seemed like the blue-haired one was really concerned and apologetic. And touching him and whispering comforting words into his ear. As first shock passed away, Albel's eyes narrowed calculatingly. It seemed that Fayt *indeed* was very protective but he had never seen Fayt acting like this for Roger, Peppita or even not for that childhood friend of his, that Sophia-girl who exasperated and aggravated him without end.

Albel decided to test his theory before he could be sure. So he sniffled little. The response was more of concerned whispering and soothing touches. And deep down Albel was content. How many years it had been that someone had touched him like this? Perhaps he had never been touched with concern this honest. Now Albel had to find a way to use this obvious weakness for his own good. He knew he could use Fayt's feelings against the others.

"Albel...?" Fayt whispered and drew away for child. "When have you last time brushed your hair?!" His voice told of great shock.

Albel batted his lids and stared Fayt with real amazement. What was going on?! "What...?"

Fayt disengaged himself from Albel and stood up. He walked to table where his personal stuff was and looked around in his back. "When have you last time brushed your hair well?" he demanded to know while looking for his hairbrush.

Albel almost sighed. He really could not figure out Fayt Leingod. One moment he was full of concern and the next he was scolding Albel for not brushing his hair regularly. Like Albel had options. "If you have not noticed, maggot, the hairbrushes aren't very common thing to buy on our journey", he spat as other man approached a brush on his hand. "Why do you think I wear my hair like this?!" he wanted to know. "Besides... It is women's thing to care our hair like it would be your entire life!" he continued on as Fayt stepped behind him.

"Yes, yes", Fayt agreed secretly amused. He already knew how much his hair meant to Albel and it was clear that not been able wash or brush it regularly caused the elder man mental agony. But Fayt really felt honored to be allowed to touch - and play with - Albel's hair. He really, really liked the black-and-gold locks that were short everywhere else except in neck where they were improperly and inappropriately long.

Albel was kind of surprised how gentle Fayt was when brushing his hair. The emerald-eyed young man took his time to untangle every hair-knot making sure he would not hurt Albel again. To Albel it felt exclusive. It was the most intimate from of touching to him. No matter how many lovers - although in his case that *definitely* was wrong word - over the years he had served the king of Airyglyph he had never allowed them to caress nor see him his hair open.

Fayt had no reason to hurry. They had time. He had no reason to hurt Albel. Fayt had used days, weeks and moths to get Elicoorian captain to trust him. He had no desire to break that trust and start once again all over. Fayt knew as a fact how vulnerable human was from one's neck. He knew that his strange blue hair held no such meaning to himself than Albel's long held to him. But that did not mean that Fayt would have let anybody brush his hair because his neck was very sensitive and vulnerable spot to him. Fayt trusted Albel with his life and would have allowed older man touch his neck without being afraid.

But it was fact that everything good and bad came to an end eventually.

Fayt managed to untangle Albel's hair and he tied it back to two hair-tails. He let the other tail slip out of his hand to brush against Albel's backside and smiled little regretfully. He turned away to hide his expression as Albel slipped off the chair. "Now we have to think what you'll wear while we are shopping", Fayt muttered and stepped away to put some distance between himself and Albel.

Albel frowned. He was painfully aware that he would look like an idiot no matter what kind of clothing Fayt would be able to cook up. He was also dreadful about this body he was in. He had reacted very oddly to Fayt's touch. His body had wanted to turn into puddle of happy, warm little Albel Nox that wanted to have a nap! That just could not be true! He should have been aroused, not what ever this was! It dawned to Albel how different this body was from his real. He had not shrunk. He *really* had turned into a child!

Fayt roamed around his own clothing but did not come by anything that would have been even resembled something suitable to three-year-old to wear. Now he eyed with uncertainty Albel's stuff. He believed that the other male had nothing suitable either but he could not reaffirm it because Albel hardly wanted him to put his nose into his belongings and somehow he did not think that asking permission was an option. He also believed that Albel would not get dressed into anything that girls had...

A dread came to Fayt and he sighed. There was no other choice... He glanced to Albel seeing other being deep in thought. Quickly he retreated to door, opened it and stepped out. "I'll come back soon, Albel. So be a good boy and stay put", he ordered with smile to Albel's dumbfound face and pulled door close.

Albel had no time react. Before he had time to do anything at all Fayt had been out of room, told him to stay put and locked the door imprisoning him inside.

Albel Nox was *very* displeased. And he allowed everybody within hearing range know it.

"LEINGOD! YOU BASTARD!"

Fayt winched in the hall. "Ouch... Temper, temper...", he muttered and ran to the room where Cliff, Adray and Roger were living. He could just imagine how displeased both Albel and Roger would be but Roger was only one who was even somewhere around same size that Albel was now.

Luckily in the end Roger was not in the room as Fayt entered and he did not feel any kind of remorse as he confiscated some less eye-catching and bratty clothes he imagined he could convince Albel use at least in front of tailor. Fayt did not believe though that Albel could be convinced to walk around the town in Roger's clothing. He pondered this problem as he returned back to Albel's room where the swordsman was - if noises were any indication - throwing a fit.

Fayt sighed. Maybe he could use blanket and carry Albel around until they would get the new clothes. He opened the door and stepped inside. Maybe he could just lock himself and Albel into room until the new clothes were ready. He really had to calm Albel down, get the measures for new claw and dress child up.

TBC...

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Author's Note 2: I am sooooo slacking off... ^_____^;; There was supposed to be a clothes shopping -scene here... but Fayt did not even get Albel dressed! But at least they got off the bed... thanks to Cliff who broke it!

Thank you for taking your time and reading this.

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