Star Ocean: Till The End Of Time Fan Fiction ❯ The Creator's Desire ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )
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By: liana_bluestar 
Non Anime: Star Ocean: Till The End Of Time Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.21.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 297 | Status: Work In Progress
Non Anime: Star Ocean: Till The End Of Time Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.21.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 297 | Status: Work In Progress
It took everything Albel had in him to keep from killing Luther Lansfeld the moment the blond stepped out of the transport. Fayt Leingod was in his arms, looking rather dead to the Glyphian, and it pissed the Wicked One off. Fayt's life was his to take, not some 4D being's. Red blood filled his vision.
The only thing that kept Albel from attacking Luther was the blond-haired man's obviously weakened and injured state. It was not his style to take advantage of an opponent who was not up to his full potential.
There was also something else that had stayed Albel's hand, though it would take the Wicked One some time to realize exactly what it was, and it had been in the way Luther behaved towards Fayt. The instant the blond had stepped out of that transport thing, Luther had barked several commands out for a medic. His own wounds be damned, he demanded help for the young man he held in his arms, and help he received from none other than the Esteed and Mirage wenches.
As Sophia and Mirage tended to Fayt's injuries, Albel approached Luther. Cliff, Nel, and Maria were right behind him. Albel heard them but he paid them no heed. He had a score to settle with the Creator once and for all. As he approached, blue eyes regarded him with cool disdain.
"You have a lot of nerve," Albel growled, his tone low. Only those close enough were able to hear him. "Bringing him back here like that. Fayt Leingod is not yours to kill. He's mine."
"Is that so?" Cerulean eyes sparkled with a hint of amusement. Albel scowled. The Creator was mocking him. He just knew it! "I'd like to see proof of such a claim. Did Fayt sign any kind of contract with you?"
"Why you . . ."
A strong hand clasped Albel's right shoulder, reminding him he was not alone with Luther. He also was not the only one with a grievance against the man. Fayt's other friends had something to say to the blond as well.
Luther chose that moment to rise from the bench he had been sitting on. His blue eyes still regarded him, them, with the same cool disdain as before. A smirk graced his features.
"I'm sure Fayt will have something to say about who his life belongs to," the blond said, his tone a seductive purr. It sent a chill down Albel's spine hearing it.
"You don't know Fayt," Maria interjected. "You had no right to take him from us the way you did. He is not some toy for you to play with!"
"I have more rights to him than you think I do," Luther retorted. "Now if you'll be so kind as to get out of my way, I must see how he's doing."
Luther's tone broke no argument, and he walked away from them as if nothing had ever been said. Albel's eyes narrowed as he watched the blond head towards Fayt. He definitely hated the man, and in more ways than one.
'And there are no hospitals in Gemity,' Luther thought. 'They're all in the Lost City or Arkives. That's still too dangerous, though. He needs to be someplace safe, someplace where my enemies cannot reach him. The Eternal Sphere. There are places for recovery there and he will be safe from my enemies.'
For a second, Luther considered his options. He knew he had promised Fayt he would heal him, to give him a fighting chance, but the effects would only do so much. There was always an off-chance the spell would not be enough to get Fayt to safety.
'No. The spell will work and it will buy him some time. That's all he needs.'
His mind decided, Luther knelt beside his counterpart's prone form, and he closed his eyes. The words for the healing spell poured flawlessly from his lips, and Luther saw in his mind's eye a little bit of life returning to Fayt. It was not much, but it would have to do. Once he was certain his lover would survive the journey back into the Eternal Sphere and to a hospital or place of healing, Luther opened his eyes and regarded the two women before him.
"Go," he said. "The Eternal Sphere is still operational, and it's his only chance."
"What?" The word came from the Esteed girl. Luther refrained from growling at her.
"Go, I said. He'll survive long enough to get to a hospital or some other place of healing, but you must hurry."
'Have they become dense suddenly?' he wondered. 'What part of what I said before was not clear? These are the ones meant to destroy me?'
"You're going to let us take Fayt home?" Maria inquired, stepping up behind him. The other three were not far behind her. Luther practically felt their gazes of disbelief on his back.
"Make no mistake," Luterh said, taking one of Fayt's hands into his own, "I will be following behind you shortly. And, once he is better, he will be coming back here with me."
"You sound confident . . ."
"Now is not the time," the Esteed girl interjected, her tone filled with irritation. "Fayt is more important than some stupid argument. We have to get him out of here. Now let's go before we lose him forever."
The petite brunette rose to her feet and bowed slightly to Luther. Her actions baffled him.
"Thank you," she murmured. "We'll see you soon."
Sophia fought back a sigh and the urge to smack the one talking to her. Shel felt the beginnings of a headache forming behind her temples, and her companion was not helping any. Once more, Maria Traydor had seen fit to approach her and question her loyalty towards Fayt. They were back in the Eternal Sphere and at Moonbase, the only location they could travel to that possessed the proper facilities and medicines required to save Fayt's life. There had been no arguments about that, but there were still some surrounding Fayt and what to do about Luther. Sophia had wanted to distance herself from such talk as her only concern at the moment was Fayt. The waiting around very nearly killed her, but it could not be helped. From what she had heard from the doctors rushing in to save him, Fayt's injuries were extensive.
"We're trying to keep Fayt away from Luther!" Maria declared, oblivious to Sophia's predicament or her musings. "Who knows what Luther intends to do with him! We must protect him!"
"Which is something we can't do!" Sophia finally snapped. "No matter what we do, Fayt and Luther will always find each other!"
"What?" Maria seemeed taken back by her outburst. Sophia let out the sigh from before.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to shout, but this isn't about what we want or what we think is best for Fayt," she explained, keeping her voice soft and low. Her outburst had earned her several glares from those in the same area. "It's about what Fayt wants and what he needs."
"And you're saying Luther is what Fayt needs?" Maria sounded dubious. Sophia shrugged in response.
"They have a connection," she said. "Their life energies have already started to bond together. Anything we try to do now will only hurt them both, and I don't want to hurt Fayt. Not now. Not ever."
"That makes no sense." Maria frowned. Sophia paused, thoughtful.
'Go ahead and tell her. It's okay. She'll understand . . . I hope.'
The voice that spoke to her sounded like Fayt's voice, and Sophia half-imagined he stood next to her, smiling in that warm manner of his. She nodded her head.
"Maybe this will then."
Upon hearing his name, Luther stopped typing but did not look in her direction. He had much to do, not a lot of time to get everything done in, and he hated distractions. Blair knew this and what the consequences could be for interrupting him.
"Luther, what are you doing?" Blair inquired.
"Working," he replied. "What does it look like?"
"I can see that," his sister said. "What exactly is it that you're working on?"
"Must you always be so nosy?"
"I am your sister, Luther. I'm concerned about you . . ."
"Your interference is not appreciated . . ."
"Luther, please. I want to help you . . ."
"You have an odd way of showing it," Luther growled, his hands clenching. Then he inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself. "I do not need your help right now, Blair."
"Luther . . ."
"I have work to do, Blair."
'I have to get back to him.'
"I understand that, Luther. I just want to know what it is you're doing. Your recent actions lately have confused everyone."
"Oh really?" he sneered. "I didn't even know they cared."
"Don't be like this," Blair murmured, her tone taking on a pleading quality. "Please. Whatever it is you're doing, let me help. I want to help you."
"You can't help me with this," Luther stated flatly.
"What . . ."
"I'm removing the Executioners."
For a split second, he had silenced his older sister. Luther reveled in the brief quietness since he knew it would not last. Blair was that talkative.
"You're . . . removing the Executioners?"
"Isn't that what I said?" he replied, turning back to the screen.
"Well, yes, but . . ."
"Blair, I do not have the time to talk to you anymore or to answer everything," Luther said as he resumed typing. "Besides, I thought you wanted the Executioners to be removed from the Eternal Sphere."
"I do," Blair stated quickly. "But . . ."
"Enough!" he snapped. Luther stopped typing for a second time. His hands shook from anger and rage and from the fact he was not able to touch Fayt yet. The doctors at Moonbase were doing everything they could for his lover and counterpart, and it would be some time before Fayt would be out of the surgery room and in recovery. Luther knew all of this because he was watching them at the same time he was working. "I don't have time for this, Blair. I've much to do and not enough time to get everything done. Please. Leave me be."
'He must live.'
'I will.'
'I cannot lose him. Not now. Not ever. I just found him. I can't lose him!'
'You won't.'
A vision of Fayt smiling at him entered Luther's mind. Green eyes sparkled with mischief, and laughter passed over those oh-so-kissable-and-delectable lips. Then Fayt spoke.
'I just found you, Luther,' he said. 'I'm not giving up. I won't ever give up. There's a lot for us to do. I'll be waiting for you so don't worry, okay? I'm not going anywhere. Not without you.'
"I'll try not to," Luther murmured, his gaze returning to the doctors trying to save Fayt's life. Even with their technology, they had a complicated task before them. "But you make it difficult."
"Luther?"
"Please leave me, Blair. If Fayt is to survive, I must remove the Executioners at once."
Without waiting for her reply, Luther resumed his work. As he had told her, he had a great deal of work to do and not enough time to get it done in. If things went well, Fayt would be in a recovery room in a few hours' time, and Luther wanted to be there when the doctors brought his lover out. The sooner he finished, the sooner he could leave his world and be in Fayt's, in his mind.
'I'll be there, Fayt. I promise. I won't let you down again.'
The only thing that kept Albel from attacking Luther was the blond-haired man's obviously weakened and injured state. It was not his style to take advantage of an opponent who was not up to his full potential.
There was also something else that had stayed Albel's hand, though it would take the Wicked One some time to realize exactly what it was, and it had been in the way Luther behaved towards Fayt. The instant the blond had stepped out of that transport thing, Luther had barked several commands out for a medic. His own wounds be damned, he demanded help for the young man he held in his arms, and help he received from none other than the Esteed and Mirage wenches.
As Sophia and Mirage tended to Fayt's injuries, Albel approached Luther. Cliff, Nel, and Maria were right behind him. Albel heard them but he paid them no heed. He had a score to settle with the Creator once and for all. As he approached, blue eyes regarded him with cool disdain.
"You have a lot of nerve," Albel growled, his tone low. Only those close enough were able to hear him. "Bringing him back here like that. Fayt Leingod is not yours to kill. He's mine."
"Is that so?" Cerulean eyes sparkled with a hint of amusement. Albel scowled. The Creator was mocking him. He just knew it! "I'd like to see proof of such a claim. Did Fayt sign any kind of contract with you?"
"Why you . . ."
A strong hand clasped Albel's right shoulder, reminding him he was not alone with Luther. He also was not the only one with a grievance against the man. Fayt's other friends had something to say to the blond as well.
Luther chose that moment to rise from the bench he had been sitting on. His blue eyes still regarded him, them, with the same cool disdain as before. A smirk graced his features.
"I'm sure Fayt will have something to say about who his life belongs to," the blond said, his tone a seductive purr. It sent a chill down Albel's spine hearing it.
"You don't know Fayt," Maria interjected. "You had no right to take him from us the way you did. He is not some toy for you to play with!"
"I have more rights to him than you think I do," Luther retorted. "Now if you'll be so kind as to get out of my way, I must see how he's doing."
Luther's tone broke no argument, and he walked away from them as if nothing had ever been said. Albel's eyes narrowed as he watched the blond head towards Fayt. He definitely hated the man, and in more ways than one.
* * *
"It doesn't look good," he heard Mirage Kaos say. The female Klausian kept her voice soft, as if she did not want to upset the other person to whom she spoke. "He needs to be taken to a hospital and fast."'And there are no hospitals in Gemity,' Luther thought. 'They're all in the Lost City or Arkives. That's still too dangerous, though. He needs to be someplace safe, someplace where my enemies cannot reach him. The Eternal Sphere. There are places for recovery there and he will be safe from my enemies.'
For a second, Luther considered his options. He knew he had promised Fayt he would heal him, to give him a fighting chance, but the effects would only do so much. There was always an off-chance the spell would not be enough to get Fayt to safety.
'No. The spell will work and it will buy him some time. That's all he needs.'
His mind decided, Luther knelt beside his counterpart's prone form, and he closed his eyes. The words for the healing spell poured flawlessly from his lips, and Luther saw in his mind's eye a little bit of life returning to Fayt. It was not much, but it would have to do. Once he was certain his lover would survive the journey back into the Eternal Sphere and to a hospital or place of healing, Luther opened his eyes and regarded the two women before him.
"Go," he said. "The Eternal Sphere is still operational, and it's his only chance."
"What?" The word came from the Esteed girl. Luther refrained from growling at her.
"Go, I said. He'll survive long enough to get to a hospital or some other place of healing, but you must hurry."
'Have they become dense suddenly?' he wondered. 'What part of what I said before was not clear? These are the ones meant to destroy me?'
"You're going to let us take Fayt home?" Maria inquired, stepping up behind him. The other three were not far behind her. Luther practically felt their gazes of disbelief on his back.
"Make no mistake," Luterh said, taking one of Fayt's hands into his own, "I will be following behind you shortly. And, once he is better, he will be coming back here with me."
"You sound confident . . ."
"Now is not the time," the Esteed girl interjected, her tone filled with irritation. "Fayt is more important than some stupid argument. We have to get him out of here. Now let's go before we lose him forever."
The petite brunette rose to her feet and bowed slightly to Luther. Her actions baffled him.
"Thank you," she murmured. "We'll see you soon."
* * *
"Are you crazy?! Just what the hell were you thinking?!"Sophia fought back a sigh and the urge to smack the one talking to her. Shel felt the beginnings of a headache forming behind her temples, and her companion was not helping any. Once more, Maria Traydor had seen fit to approach her and question her loyalty towards Fayt. They were back in the Eternal Sphere and at Moonbase, the only location they could travel to that possessed the proper facilities and medicines required to save Fayt's life. There had been no arguments about that, but there were still some surrounding Fayt and what to do about Luther. Sophia had wanted to distance herself from such talk as her only concern at the moment was Fayt. The waiting around very nearly killed her, but it could not be helped. From what she had heard from the doctors rushing in to save him, Fayt's injuries were extensive.
"We're trying to keep Fayt away from Luther!" Maria declared, oblivious to Sophia's predicament or her musings. "Who knows what Luther intends to do with him! We must protect him!"
"Which is something we can't do!" Sophia finally snapped. "No matter what we do, Fayt and Luther will always find each other!"
"What?" Maria seemeed taken back by her outburst. Sophia let out the sigh from before.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to shout, but this isn't about what we want or what we think is best for Fayt," she explained, keeping her voice soft and low. Her outburst had earned her several glares from those in the same area. "It's about what Fayt wants and what he needs."
"And you're saying Luther is what Fayt needs?" Maria sounded dubious. Sophia shrugged in response.
"They have a connection," she said. "Their life energies have already started to bond together. Anything we try to do now will only hurt them both, and I don't want to hurt Fayt. Not now. Not ever."
"That makes no sense." Maria frowned. Sophia paused, thoughtful.
'Go ahead and tell her. It's okay. She'll understand . . . I hope.'
The voice that spoke to her sounded like Fayt's voice, and Sophia half-imagined he stood next to her, smiling in that warm manner of his. She nodded her head.
"Maybe this will then."
* * *
"Luther?"Upon hearing his name, Luther stopped typing but did not look in her direction. He had much to do, not a lot of time to get everything done in, and he hated distractions. Blair knew this and what the consequences could be for interrupting him.
"Luther, what are you doing?" Blair inquired.
"Working," he replied. "What does it look like?"
"I can see that," his sister said. "What exactly is it that you're working on?"
"Must you always be so nosy?"
"I am your sister, Luther. I'm concerned about you . . ."
"Your interference is not appreciated . . ."
"Luther, please. I want to help you . . ."
"You have an odd way of showing it," Luther growled, his hands clenching. Then he inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself. "I do not need your help right now, Blair."
"Luther . . ."
"I have work to do, Blair."
'I have to get back to him.'
"I understand that, Luther. I just want to know what it is you're doing. Your recent actions lately have confused everyone."
"Oh really?" he sneered. "I didn't even know they cared."
"Don't be like this," Blair murmured, her tone taking on a pleading quality. "Please. Whatever it is you're doing, let me help. I want to help you."
"You can't help me with this," Luther stated flatly.
"What . . ."
"I'm removing the Executioners."
For a split second, he had silenced his older sister. Luther reveled in the brief quietness since he knew it would not last. Blair was that talkative.
"You're . . . removing the Executioners?"
"Isn't that what I said?" he replied, turning back to the screen.
"Well, yes, but . . ."
"Blair, I do not have the time to talk to you anymore or to answer everything," Luther said as he resumed typing. "Besides, I thought you wanted the Executioners to be removed from the Eternal Sphere."
"I do," Blair stated quickly. "But . . ."
"Enough!" he snapped. Luther stopped typing for a second time. His hands shook from anger and rage and from the fact he was not able to touch Fayt yet. The doctors at Moonbase were doing everything they could for his lover and counterpart, and it would be some time before Fayt would be out of the surgery room and in recovery. Luther knew all of this because he was watching them at the same time he was working. "I don't have time for this, Blair. I've much to do and not enough time to get everything done. Please. Leave me be."
'He must live.'
'I will.'
'I cannot lose him. Not now. Not ever. I just found him. I can't lose him!'
'You won't.'
A vision of Fayt smiling at him entered Luther's mind. Green eyes sparkled with mischief, and laughter passed over those oh-so-kissable-and-delectable lips. Then Fayt spoke.
'I just found you, Luther,' he said. 'I'm not giving up. I won't ever give up. There's a lot for us to do. I'll be waiting for you so don't worry, okay? I'm not going anywhere. Not without you.'
"I'll try not to," Luther murmured, his gaze returning to the doctors trying to save Fayt's life. Even with their technology, they had a complicated task before them. "But you make it difficult."
"Luther?"
"Please leave me, Blair. If Fayt is to survive, I must remove the Executioners at once."
Without waiting for her reply, Luther resumed his work. As he had told her, he had a great deal of work to do and not enough time to get it done in. If things went well, Fayt would be in a recovery room in a few hours' time, and Luther wanted to be there when the doctors brought his lover out. The sooner he finished, the sooner he could leave his world and be in Fayt's, in his mind.
'I'll be there, Fayt. I promise. I won't let you down again.'