A/N: It's crack…pure and simple. Well, maybe not so simple since it's pretty long. And not so pure since it sounds pretty serious…at least at first. I don't now what your definition of crack is, but mine is putting a character into a ridiculous situation or making him OOC all for the sake of fun…like say, Albel in a Hawaiian shirt. Anyway, don't worry…keep reading, it gets weird and it hopefully gets funny.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except two very fuzzy white bunnies named Lily and Antonia.

"Get away from me fool," Albel growled, waving his sword at Fayt menacingly. "Stop following me."

Fayt rolled his eyes. "I'm sparring with you."

"Not anymore. I'm done with you, fool. You're a useless sparring partner."

Fayt sighed. "I'm sorry I'm not good enough for your standards-"

Albel snorted. "You've got that right."

Fayt ignored him. "You shouldn't have invited me out here to train with you if you don't like how I fight."

Albel barred his teeth at Fayt. "Bah. It's not how you fight, it's how pathetically week you are."

"Then why did you bring me out here?" Fayt growled.

Albel made an irritated noise and turned his back to Fayt. "I don't have to answer to you."

Fayt flopped down into the thick grass with a heavy sigh. "I just don't know what to do with you, Albel. You're so hard to get along with."

Albel didn't seem to be listening or he had decided to ignore what Fayt said.

Fayt turned his gaze from the warrior's haughty back to gaze off into the distance. "There's nothing around for miles," he murmured.

"Of course not," Albel growled. "We're in the middle of the Irisa Fields. Nothing but grass and weak, worthless enemies. Nothing here worth even a remote challenge."

Fayt chose not to comment on Albel's moodiness and gazed tranquilly at the scenery before him. "It's nice. There's no noise, no one to bother us. Just us and nature."

Albel made a rude noise. "Like I'd want to spend time alone with you. Quiet is boring. If we're not sparring, go bother someone else."

Fayt smiled faintly. "Would you rather spend time with me or with someone else?"

Albel eyed Fayt suspiciously. "Are you suggesting that I like to be with you? Don't make me laugh, fool."

"I'm not suggesting anything," Fayt said calmly. "Come on, just sit here awhile and look at the scenery."

Albel watched warily as Fayt patted a spot on the grass next to him. Fayt flashed Albel a friendly smile. "Don't be afraid. I won't bite."

"I fear nothing," Albel muttered darkly, reluctantly settling in next to Fayt. He carefully edged away from the boy enough so that he could still hear him, but far enough to show his displeasure with bearing near him.

Fayt smiled. "See, Albel? Isn't it nice to just sit and think instead of fighting?"

Albel frowned at Fayt, wondering if the boy had lost his mind. While even Albel agreed that sometimes it was necessary to take a break (although he would never actually admit that to anyone), this business of sitting for a long time and staring at nothing was not to Albel's liking.

Fayt glanced over as Albel shifted restlessly. "Is something wrong?"

Albel opened his mouth to say something, but stopped as he felt a drop of water hit the top of his head. He jerked his gaze upward, frowning at the darkening afternoon sky. "It's raining," he announced unnecessarily.

Fayt got to his feet, looking around nervously as thunder boomed in the distance. "This sounds bad. Where do we go?"

"To an inn of course," Albel retorted.

"But which way?" Fayt shouted over another roll of thunder. "I'm not good with directions."

"Is there anything you are good at?" Albel muttered darkly.

The thunder swallowed Albel's words.

"What?" Fayt shouted.

"Fine, I'll show you the way," Albel roared. He grabbed Fayt's hand and yanked him forward in the right direction. As soon as Albel was certain Fayt would follow, he released the boy's hand and broke into a run, expecting Fayt to keep up. If he couldn't…well, it wasn't his responsibility.

After several minutes of running with clothes now plastered to his skin, Fayt caught up to Albel who had come to a dead stop.

"What is it?' Fayt asked breathlessly.

Albel slowly raised his arm and pointed to a small house around the bend. "That wasn't there before."

Fayt was as concerned about the house's origins as Albel was. "Come on, maybe we can stay there until the storm blows over."

Albel eyed the house critically. It looked sturdy enough, but he wasn't convinced. "Probably haunted," he muttered under his breath.

Fayt was already at the door. Albel followed slowly, warily approaching the little house.

Fayt rang the doorbell. "Hurry up, Albel. I want to get out of the rain."

The door swung open slowly and two white human sized rabbits peered out. One was dressed in a flowery apron and the other was wearing a pair of pants and a tie. "Can we help you?" asked the aproned bunny in a lilting feminine voice.

Albel drew his sword. "What the hell is this?" he demanded. The bunnies shrank back fearfully.

Fayt grabbed Albel's arm. "No, no. Put that away, Albel. You're scaring them."

The male bunny leaned forward cautiously. "Ah," he said softly. "Albel the Wicked, the great Glyphian warrior and gentle Fayt, the universe's savior."

"Come in, come in," the female coaxed. "Have some cocoa and warm yourselves by the fire. You must be chilled out there."

"Thank you, ma'am," Fayt said politely. He removed his wet boots in the doorway and stepped into the house.

Albel scowled and crossed his arms over his chest. He didn't like how things were developing.

"I apologize for Albel's rudeness," Fayt said, shooting the swordsman a sharp glance.

"No worries my dear," the female rabbit said cheerfully. "Soldiers tend to be fierce even outside of battle."

Albel stalked into the house, kicked off his boots into a corner and slammer the door shut behind him. HE stood in the middle of the room, his hair dripping onto the rug. "Well, what now?" he growled

The male bunny gently guided Albel to a seat at the table close to the fire. The female placed two mugs of cocoa and a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies on the table. The male moved Albel's boots out of the way and then gestured for Fay to sit in the other chair.

"Make yourselves at home," the females said pleasantly. She bustled around in the kitchen for a moment, pulling a carrot cake out of the over before slipping on a pair of slippers and shuffling down the hall after her husband.

Fayt nibbled politely at one of the cookies. Albel stared at the plate as if the cookies were poisoned.

"Just take one," Fayt growled. "It won't kill you."

Albel rolled his eyes and crammed several cookies into his mouth. He swallowed and reached for the cocoa.

"Can you at least try to eat politely?" asked an exasperated Fayt.

Albel ignored him. "These are pretty good cookies," he muttered with his mouth full.

Fayt sighed and gave up. He sipped at his chocolate smiling softly to himself. "I feel better already. I'm nice and warm."

Albel settled back into his seat. His eyes restlessly scanned the little cottage. He frowned and looked about to say something derogatory about the house, or about the bunnies, probably something about how he was surprised they could actually cook when they had paws instead of hands.

Fayt was prepared for one of Albel's normal insulting remarks. What he wasn't prepared for were Albel's actual words, spoken in Albel's usual superior tone, although this time his voice didn't match what he was saying: "I like kittens."

T.B.C. XDDD I know…a terrible place to leave off…I was hoping I could make it into a one-shot, but it just got too long. Oh well, more fun for me. XD