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Okay, this is my first story to ever submit to I'm over-excited about what people will think. I hope it's not bad…The first part is the only part I'm concerned about. The second part; and the part I'm currently working on; is better. XD Okay, hope you enjoy!
In just a few amounts of time, two people can become sworn enemies. To find only anger in themselves, they try to seek only revenge instead of an acceptation between the two. Now it seems impossible for them to become friends at all.
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Chapter 1Albel's sword dropped to the ground. He fell to his knees.
"(gasp) Maybe that's enough practice for today," he said still trying to catch his breath.
He grabbed his sword, got back to his feet again, and walked up the hill slowly. He heard a loud thundering noise.
"Looks like there's going to be a storm," he said calmly. He looked up to the sky to see what seemed like a fighting battle-but only lightning in the clouds. A raindrop reached his face. He frowned. "Feh..." he said as he carried on up the hill.
As he was making his way down the hill, he noticed a boy that was standing beside a grave and he looked rather devastated. Albel didn't bother-since he needed to get inside before he got a cold or he caught pneumonia. He began to run since the rain was pouring down and his hair was wet. He tried to cover himself, but before long he was inside. He shook all the rain off; as well as drying his hair off. The desk clerk turned to look at him.
"Looks like were having another storm." She replied. Albel ignored her, but she still carried on talking.
"I believe this month is the month known as the "cursed season"," she said. Albel didn't believe in such things and he honestly didn't care what she had to say. She began to talk on and on and finally, Albel was tired of her blabbering.
"Please, would you shut up!" he yelled. She held her mouth. "I'm sorry," she began. " I—I didn't mean to.. I tend to ramble on about things and I don't even notice them," she said as she blushed.
"Well, isn't that special? Why don't you throw a party for yourself, huh?" he said sarcastically. She squealed. "Oh! That sounds wonderful!" she said as her face lit up. "I think I'll do that!" she said as she ran off leaving the desk unattended.
"HEY! You can't just leave! You're still working! I was JOKING!" Albel said, but until he realized that she was long-gone. He sighed like he meant "oh well" or "who cares".
He looked around mindlessly like he was a zombie. He sneezed.
"Oh, that's great," said Albel. He looked out the window to see if the storm had gotten worse. And it had. Lots worse. His eyes shrank, and he still saw that boy standing there at that same stupid grave. Albel could see more clearly than he had before, and he could see that indeed the boy was crying. He tried to make out the words on the grave, but he couldn't. He thought that he should yell at him so he can get inside before he catches a cold, too. Albel opened the front door.
"HEY! Get inside or you might get a cold!" Albel screamed trying to talk over the winds that were inside of the storm. The mysterious boy flinched, and looked over to Albel. He stared at him for a long time.
"..Well?" Albel said. He sighed. Then he grabbed the boy and carried him on inside. For some strange reason, the boy was still looking at Albel. Albel blushed; but he didn't know why.
"You know, you really shouldn't be outside when there's a storm," he said. "You could have caught a—" Albel stopped. The boy sneezed and his face looked pale. "On second thought, maybe you already know what happens," he said feeling stupid to tell him about that when he already had caught a cold.
"So..." Albel trailed on. "What's your name?" he asked. The boy hesitated.
"M-My name..?" he asked again.
"Yes," Albel responded. "I asked you already so you're supposed to answer."
"My name is Fate.." he said. " I thought you already knew me.." Fate said as he twirled his fingers around a bit. Albels face looked confused.
"Really? Because I would have sworn that I've never seen you in my life before," Albel said. Fate put his hands on Albel's shoulders.
"I'm Fate Linegod, don't you remember! I was the one that helped you defeat the creator and you helped me as well! We went with Nel, Cliff, Rodger, Maria , Adray , Mirage , me, and you! Please, Albel! Tell me you remember!" Fate said as he let his head fall and he started breathing heavily.
"Umm...I remember all those other people...just not you," Albel said as he broke a sweat. Fate's pupils shrank. He looked like he was saying: "how in the world is that happening! We...I...you.."
"W-What?" he asked. "Don't you remember when—" Fate said. Albel shook his head. "No," he said in response. "I don't really remember any thing that had to do with you. I'm sorry.." Albel said. Fate calmed down.
"That's ok if you don't remember," he said. "But I'm just so... So confused!" Fate said as he rubbed his head. Albel let his face smile.
"Then maybe you should get some rest. You might feel better in the morning," he said.
"Oh," he blinked. " Yeah...(yawn) I guess you're right. Well, I guess I'll catch some Z's," he said stretching his arms out in the air. " See ya tomorrow morning!" He said as he walked slowly down the hallway still yawning and sneezing and whatever he might have done. Then Albel sneezed.
"Maybe I should get some rest, too!" He said as he tried to find his room or a room that was available. But all he could find was the one that Fate was sleeping in. There were two beds in each room and the happy clerk that had party hats and streamers all over her led Albel into the room.
"Enjoy you two!" she said as she sounded like she meant the two of them were a couple. Albel blushed massively and almost smacked her in the face.
"I was joking!" She said drearily. She fell over to the ground. Albel stared at her.
"Stupid woman," he said. "I didn't mean for you to get drunk," he said as he kicked her. She smiled and giggled. He couldn't just leave her there so he put her in the desk where she was supposed to be 3 hours ago. She slumped over. Albel worried. There were people coming in. So there was only one thing he could do.
"Do you have any free rooms for two?" The man asked.
"Why, certainly!" Albel said trying to talk like a lady. The man and the woman gave him funny looks. Albel gritted his teeth and tried to swallow his embarrassment. It was enough to choke him; that much of embarrassment. At least he wasn't wearing a dress. Oh wait---- Albel smacks writer----...Oww...?
"Here you go! One room for two!" he said as he handed them a card which they needed to enter their room. He was still sweating like he had just got out from a pool or had been splashed with an enormous amount of water. The man and woman looked around—curious.
"Dear," she whispered into her husband's ear. "What ever is that horrid smell?" she said. They both looked at Albel. Albel was looking off into the distance when all of the sudden he noticed that they were whispering about him. He was filled with anger and some other emotions he didn't know at all.
"May I suggest you use this, Ma'am," she said handing him something. She gave him a stick of deodorant. "It's shower fresh, too!" she said shakily. Albel felt like he was a disgrace. What in the world would possibly make her give him a stick of shower-fresh deodorant? And...why would she have it in her purse, anyway? He thought about it, and decided, "Heck, I need some rest ( and maybe I ought to try this stuff out) What! What am I saying! This is women's deodorant!" he fought in his mind with himself for a very long time.
"Can we go into our room now?" they asked. Albel looked stupidly at them.
"Well of course you can, maggots!" he screamed, forgetting to use his imitation of a girls' voice. He covered his mouth. They both stared at him with their mouths opened wide.
"Right this way!" He said pointing one hand down the hallway not removing his other hand from its designated spot. As soon as they were gone, Albel lowered his stance lazily (no guy ever sits or stands up straight) And let out a sigh of relief and of certain pain.
"Good," he said casually. " Now I can get some rest."
Will Albel make it to his bedroom in time! Or will he be attacked by fangirls (including me) Along the way..! Will Fate ever find his friends heart and remind Albel that they once knew each other? Will the desk clerk EVER wake up so Albel can stay "off duty"? Ooooohh, the SUSPENSE! I bet It's KILLING you... Too bad... You're better off dead.. ALL OF YOU! MWAAHAHAAAAAAAA!
"What are you doing, Albel?" I said with a cup of tea in my hand. "Who said you were allowed to write my story!" I said as I put my cup of tea down gently, then running to him and smacking him as hard as I could in his face. So hard, that he got a NOSEBLEED.
Find out what happens in the next Installment of...
My heart to yours; your hand in mine CHAPTER 2!
---Writer