A/N: yadda, yadda. Typical Fayt and Albel read slash about them fic. I'm sure it's uncreative. I had the whole story in my head, but then I forgot it, so it's a little less creative then it had been, and not nearly as funny. ;; I've deprived you. Oh well, if the original storyline ever comes back to me, I'll fix it. But, review it anyway!

Disclaimer: Since my stupid plot abandoned me in my time of need-

Plot: Muahaha! Of course I abandoned you! No I can go and find some wealthy, famous author and get a best-selling novel made out of me!

Me: 0o I hate to tell you this…but Star Ocean and its characters do not belong to me or you, or this famous writer. So you must be content with being fanfiction.

Plot: Curses!

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Fayt and Albel had been friends for a long time. Albel never really showed how much he appreciated Fayt's company with words or actions, but Fayt had gotten used to that. Albel tolerated his companionship and allowed him to get closer to him than anyone else. Fayt and Albel consequently began sharing a room because Albel would tolerate no one else.

One day, Albel was calmly sitting on the edge of his bed, cleaning his sword. Fayt was lying on the other bed reading a book. Albel chuckled quietly to himself, thinking proudly of the days' kills. "I love slashing."

Fayt looked up, an amused smile on his face. "Oh really? With whom?"

Albel looked surprised. "With you of course."

"Albel!" Fayt cried, looking horrified. He clutched the book to his chest.

Albel gave Fayt a confused look. "I said I liked slashing with you, I didn't say I liked slashing you."

Fayt laughed nervously. "We're talking about two separate things. Here, let me show you." Fayt padded down the hall into the computer room.

A moment later, Fayt ran out of the room followed by a furious Albel. "How dare you insinuate such things!" Albel roared.

Fayt cowered, putting his hands over his head. "I didn't do it! I was just showing you that these things exist."

Albel growled and glanced about the room restlessly. "Stupid fool. I didn't want to see that. Now I'll never be able to get that out of my head."

Fayt laughed and Albel glared at him dangerously. "We will never speak of this again, fool. From now on when I say slash, I mean with my sword. Do you understand, worm?"

"Yes," Fay sighed.

"I can't believe you even read that crud," Albel muttered. "It's disgusting, and totally inaccurate. What kind of idiot believes I would say such annoyingly cliché things to you?"

Fayt looked amused. "You mean you would think of something more creative?"

"Of course," Albel said immediately. "I don't copy what has already been done."

Fayt grinned. Albel had fallen neatly into his trap. "So you do admit that maybe you would say romantic things to me?"

Albel stared at Fayt, looking terrified. "I didn't say that!" he spluttered, a slight blush coming to his cheeks.

Fayt laughed. "You can't fool me, Albel. I've seen how you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention."

"Damn," Albel muttered under his breath.

Fayt smiled and lightly put a hand on Albel's shoulder. "So, should we see if that closet one really works?"

Albel stared at Fay, his mouth open. The look on his face was priceless. "You can't be serious."

"Oh, but I am," Fayt said with an evil laugh that worried Albel. "Come on, we'll do it exactly how it is in the story."

Albel groaned, desperately trying to talk himself out of it, but temptation gave way. "Fine, fine. But no one else can know about this."

"Of course not," Fayt said sweetly, smirking at the video camera attached to the closet ceiling out of the corner of his eye as he closed the closet door behind him and Albel.