Star Ocean: Till The End Of Time Fan Fiction ❯ The Creator's Desire ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

Fayt stared out the window of his hospital room, his expression one of melancholy mingled with some pain. He should not have climbed out of the bed as he had done, but he found himself feeling somewhat anxious and restless. He could not say why, though. Luther sat in a chair close by, and the blond's eyes were shut. From what Fayt understood, his friends were in a waiting room a few doors away. They were attempting to not stress him out by keeping their distance from Luther. Tensions were already high between the Creator and the ragtag group. No one in the group wanted to upset him as their opinions and potential verbal altercations with Luther could prove detrimental to Fayt's recovery, and his recovery was the only thing everyone agreed upon.

 

In all honesty, Fayt could not blame his friends for how they felt. Luther had set into motion events that had drastically changed all of their lives, most of those changes more negative than positive. If the blond had not made his proclamations of death and doom, they would be continuing in a pre-ordained existence, one where Robert Leingod had not performed illegal experiments on three small children. The Vendeeni never would have attacked Hyda IV or Elicoor II in their efforts to get their hands on Fayt, and Fayt . . . he glanced at the man slumbering in the chair next to his bed, his expression now one of fond sadness. If Luther had not set those events into motion, they would not have found each other, and their lives would have been empty and desolate. The only thing Fayt truly regretted about the whole scenario was the loss of his father. Despite everything that had transpired and what he had done, Robert Leingod had been his father and role model. Everything Fayt wanted to become was because of his father, and he missed the man greatly.

 

Fayt let out a soft sigh. Though he understood where his friends were coming from when it came to Luther, their behaviours and his musings still did not explain his current anxiousness. Not knowing the cause of his restlessness bothered Fayt since not knowing meant he could do nothing to alleviate his emotions.

 

“You should be in bed resting,” Luther murmured. He opened one blue to gaze at Fayt. Fayt could not help but offer a faint smile to his lover and counterpart.

 

“I know,” he replied.

 

“So why aren't you?” Luther inquired. Both of his eyes were now open, and the blond rose to his feet. “The nurses will be most displeased if they come in here and do not find you in your bed. Your injuries were quite serious.” Then Luther tilted his head, a light frown touching his features. “Something troubles you.”

 

Fayt could only nod in response. He started to tremble both physically and emotionally. For some inexplicable reason, Fayt felt afraid, truly afraid, and his fear rendered him momentarily mute. Something loomed in an unseen horizon, something foreboding and terrifying yet exciting and tantalizing at the same time. Fayt sensed it and realized those sensations were the cause of his anxiety. He was starting to fear the unknown because the unknown disrupted his life and sent everything spiraling out of control. Fayt hated the sensation.

 

Strong arms enveloped Fayt, and he leaned against Luther, comforted a little by the man's presence. He had not seen the other man move, but then it hardly mattered. He needed someone to lend him a bit of strength, and who better to do that than the one he loved? Fayt despised his current weakness and vulnerability as he felt useless and unworthy of anyone's affections, especially affections coming from Luther. A soft sigh passed his lips.

 

“You're trembling, Fayt. What is it?”

 

“I don't know,” he whispered. He also shook his head. “I can't . . .”

 

“Shhh . . . it's all right,” Luther murmured. The blond's grip on him tightened, and warm lips pressed against his forehead. “Whatever is bound to happen, we will face it together. We can do this. Everything will work out.”

 

Fayt lifted his head up. Luther radiated a strong sense of calm and assurance so he did not have to ask what the older man thought. His lover's reassurance chased away most of Fayt's negative emotions, and he smiled.

 

“I know they will,” he replied. “We're together now.”

 

“Like we have dreamt about,” Luther said. One of the blond's arms relinquished its hold on Fayt, only to slip under his knees.

 

“Luther?”

 

“Back to bed, Fayt,” the blond said as he lifted Fayt into his arms. “You don't want the nurses to fret over you more than what they already are.”

 

“Yes . . . You're right . . .” Fayt rested his head against Luther's chest, his fingers brushing along firm muscles. Luther's flesh quivered from the caress. For a moment, he closed his eyes and pretended they were not in a hospital wing, waiting for the doctors to say he was well enough to leave. Instead, they were somewhere else, like a hotel on some tropical planet. Their lips would soon be pressed together in an intimate and passionate kiss, their hands engaging in some gentle exploring.

 

The beeping of the bed monitor brought Fayt back to reality as Luther set him down. He opened his eyes and reached his hand up to Luther's cheek.

 

“I love you,” Fayt murmured. A tiny smile graced Luther's features, and he kissed Fayt on the forehead once more.

 

“I know,” the blond replied. “Now rest.”

 

The covers were pulled up to his waist, and Fayt settled into the pillows. He felt tired, almost bone-weary, and a yawn escaped him in the process. While he could not completely shake off his anxiety, Fayt knew he would be able to think with a clearer mind and sort through his thoughts after he slept. His rationality would be restored, and he could attack this problem - whatever it was - head on. He would also have Luther to anchor him and talk him through his sensations. All he needed to do was rest, and sleep sounded so very good at the moment.

 

Content with his decision, Fayt closed his eyes and allowed sleep to take him.

 

* * *

 

Maria stood outside Fayt's hospital room, a frown marring her features. She had overheard every word spoken between Fayt and Luther, and everything they had said disturbed her, especially this trouble Fayt seemed to be sensing. Her world could not handle another threat, not after the damage Luther's Executioners had caused. Most of the planets involved were still assessing the damage done to infrastructures, buildings, and people. It was not right something should be happening again and so soon.

 

Maria very much disliked the affection Luther and Fayt were displaying towards each other. It angered her to see them so loving and caring, like nothing had ever happened. To her, it was as if all of the struggles, all of the deaths, everything everyone had endured was for nothing. Maria also felt certain Fayt was sensing a threat, and that threat was somehow connected to Luther. After all, if Luther was not by Fayt's side a that moment, the entire universe would be safe.

 

`No . . . that's not true,' Maria told herself. `There will always be some kind of danger in our world, whether Luther's here or not.'

 

However, Maria knew she faced a situation she never thought would be possible. Her world was in danger once again, but was it still her problem? Could she take up arms and fight with Luther as an ally?

 

Maria did not believe so. She just hoped she was not the only one.