Eggs and Bakey
A series of scary and amusing AlNel one shots for everyone to enjoy. Occasional Luther pop-ups in the story as well. Hope that this makes up for my long delays.
"I refuse!"
Nel Zelpher glared at the leader of their little group. Fayt's green eyes had a pleading look in them as he continued to beg. They were just about to pack up and leave when they noticed one of them had been left behind in the inn. That's when Fayt popped the question, leaving Nel more irritated than when she had woken up.
"Please, Nel!" He cried. "Remember what happened the last time when I tried to wake him up!"
Nel remembered all too well and shuddered at the memory. Fayt, not fully aware of how moody Albel could really be, decided to wake up the Black Brigade Captain early one morning. Oh… what a fatal mistake that was. It had left the poor boy beaten to a pulp, tied up, and the one attacking him just about ready to rape the kid with his own sword. Nel was one of the two unfortunate people to subdue the attacker while everyone else tended to poor Fayt.
That was how they discovered Albel Nox wasn't a morning person.
"Okay… but why not someone else!" Nel cried. Fayt looked at her like she was insane.
"Maria and Albel are already on bad terms." Fayt began. "Sophia is downright scared of him… Peppita will more than likely use her demon toaster on him (and we all know how much her toaster loves Albel…) Cliff will probably end up in the same position as me, Roger will end up having his pelt used as an extension to his blanket, Mirage refused when I asked her, and Adray would more than likely kill Albel when he tries to drag him out!"
Nel silently noted these things as Fayt caught his breath. "That's why… we need you to help us."
Nel knew she was trapped now. Although she had considered Adray a decent choice to wake up the bloody Glyphian, she knew that there would be no choice in the matter.
With her head hung in defeat, she let out a sigh. "Alright… I'll go."
Fayt's smile appeared again and he thanked her continuously while leading her to the stairs to where Albel's room was. Before her foot hit the first step however, Sophia peeked out from behind the blue haired boy, calling out Nel's name before rushing up to her.
"Nel… if all of your own plans fail to wake him up… there's a backup I can give you."
Nel leaned down as Sophia whispered into her ear. Her eyes became wide with horror before pulling away, gaping at the young girl.
"Let's just pray that I don't have to use that…" Nel said with a sigh.
And with that, the brave crimson blade trekked up the stairs on a very dangerous mission. Her eyes focused only upwards, ignoring the stares from the people behind her.
"Will she be okay?" Sophia asked the older boy. Fayt looked down and smiled.
"Have faith in Nel." He laughed. Despite his words, he himself could not help but fear for the woman's life.
Nel stood in front of Albel's door as if it were the gates of hell. Who knew what horrible things would lay inside! Nel didn't want to know… but she had no choice in the matter did she?
Taking a deep breath, she turned the knob and pushed. She felt a familiar tug on the door and her eyes widened as she ducked out of the way of a frying pan that came hurtling towards her face. She only had a split second to spring forward and roll into the room as a bowling ball fell from above followed by several knives and darts shooting from either side. The Aquarian lay flat on the ground until the trap ceased its attack followed by rolling to the side as a net sprang up from under the carpet, hanging in midair without the trespasser inside.
Nel could only twitch in irritation. He copied her booby trap! That sonova bitch stole her blueprints! She turned to glare at the sleeping Glyphian, surprised to find him still sound asleep on the bed. How could he sleep through something like that? Not only was that trap made to catch, it was also meant to wake her in the process.
"Damn you must be a heavy sleeper…" she muttered under her breath.
Albel Nox lay on his side, curled up under the sheets. His hair was left wrapped up overnight as if intending to have a late wakeup call. Nel scowled at the man before leaning down and tapping his shoulder, calling his name. Nothing came. Nel frowned and tried shaking him this time. Still nothing.
"Ugh… Albel!" She moaned and stepped back, turning away before turning around again to face him. "Wakey wakey eggs and bakey!" She cried. She had no clue what it meant, but she had remembered Cliff using it as a wakeup call more than once. She noticed him twitch slightly at this and smirked, knowing she was getting somewhere with him at least.
"Nox, they want you down now and I mean NOW!" When she received nothing from him this time, she hissed angrily.
WHY WASN'T IT WORKING?
The great Nel Zelpher proceeded in shaking the man harder, rolling him onto his stomach. The Glyphian merely flopped over like a rag doll.
"Albel…" She moaned in pure irritation. With a sigh, she sat herself down on the side of the bed. Regular tactics hadn't worked and now she knew it was going to get dirty.
This pain in the ass was going to get up whether he liked it or not!
Nel began to plot out tactics in her head ranging from runology to sword point. All of these plans seemed like great ideas… but for some reason, they were all making way for some other strange and fuzzy thought. It was… kind of nice… It was like…
Her eyes widened. It wasn't until then that she realized she was sitting on Albel's hand… and his fingers were twitching in a very, very private place.
She couldn't help but let out a small shriek as she stood up straight again. Okay… her fault for sitting there… who knew that Albel was such a pervert in his sleep though?
"Jackass…" she growled. Her fingers brushed the hilt of one of her daggers, silently pleading at her to simply stab him in the gut and get him out of her life. Although it was very tempting, Nel silently declined and walked around to the other side. His eyes were still closed and his mouth parted open slightly. His messy hair was spread out over his forehead, past his eyes and brushing his cheeks. His collar was off and now rested to the side near his sword.
Nel couldn't help but find it odd to see him without it. The piece of metal that usually adorned his throat always seemed to be part of him. Without it… it could be an easy way to silence a loud, arrogant man.
A smirk spread on Nel's face and her eyes shimmered with a hint of evilness. Her hand grasped the hilt of her dagger and pulled it out, letting it come to rest on the Glyphian's throat. She noticed Albel's body tense slightly at the feeling of cold metal touching skin, but other than that, he remained impassive and… well… asleep. Nel cursed and threw her blade across the room where it embedded itself into the wall.
Was this guy an IDIOT!
Nel cursed under her breath several times, pacing back and forth. Okay… maybe she can hit him… hitting will wake him up… no… maybe she can go and borrow Peppita's demon toaster. Yes! That would surely get him out of bed!
She paused and shook her head. That toaster would probably molest the poor guy in his sleep. Not a good idea.
Nel glanced at the door and sighed. The rest of them probably thought he had killed her… it had been quite a while since she had entered. But there was no way she was leaving this room without Albel! This was one mission she did not intend to fail!
Nel walked up to the Captain again and grabbed his good arm, proceeding to try and haul him out of his bed. Other than moving a couple inches, Albel Nox did not budge. She tried rolling him as well, but to no avail. Pushing did no good, nor did pulling him out by his braids. From what Nel could tell, the Glyphian had no intent on going anywhere.
"Geez… for a skinny bastard, you sure are heavy." Nel growled. She was now sitting on his stomach, hoping to suffocate him or something. She hung her head in defeat. She had run out of ideas. She couldn't think of anything else to wake him up. She had… failed…
An image of Sophia raced through her mind and Nel's eyes widened. No… she couldn't possibly… she couldn't do that! Not even to a sleeping Albel! Who knew what horrible reaction it would leave her with? Her pride was much more important than waking this bastard up! But then again… what choice did she have left?
Her eyes closed. She knew she was going to regret this. Mustering up her strength, she let her head hang and her body relax.
"Well since you're asleep, Albel… I guess I can tell you. You'd probably kill me if I ever told you this when you were awake." A small grave smile reached her lips as she continued to tell her story while sitting on the listener.
"It happened about a month ago… remember that pub and that huge party we went to? I guess I had one too many… I was kind of tipsy… I can't remember. I just remember this really handsome guy talking to me… He looked suspiciously like Luther… Same blue eyes… same blonde hair… same sexy voice. Yeah… probably Luther… but I was too drunk to care at the moment… I went out to get some fresh air and he came with me. He started flirting with me and calling me beautiful and things like that… I don't remember much after that… but…"
She stopped to glance over at the Glyphian whose face now looked almost irritated. She soon continued her story as if nothing happened.
"I didn't want to think about it for the first little while… I mean… what would slow me down along with everyone else. But lately… I've started to feel it a lot more." She paused almost dramatically and looked over at his face again. Now for the finishing touch!
"Albel… I'm pregnant."
A hand shot out, catching her wrist. Nel let out a shriek of surprise as she was thrown down off of the captain and onto the soft bed. She went to reach for her daggers, but another hand beat her there, tossing it aside and returning to catch her hands and bring them over her head.
Nel looked up at a very pissed off Albel Nox. His dark red eyes glared down at her and his teeth were clenched together. She glanced down and soon realized that below his torso there was nothing… absolutely nothing covering him. Well… Nel would have guessed he was naked, but the thought never came to mind.
"Where is he!" Albel snarled, his hands tightening on her wrists. The crimson blade winced slightly, glaring back at Albel with equal ferocity.
"You were awake the whole time!" She cried. "You bastard!" Albel ignored her words and bent down to her face.
"Tell me where the son of a bitch is, Zelpher." He whispered harshly. Nel scowled and turned her head away. "Tell me, Nel!"
Nel's eyes closed and she let out a sigh. "I was lying." Nel said, turning back to him. "Do you really thing I'd be stupid enough to get myself pregnant? And with Luther of all people! Don't be stupid!"
Nel watched as Albel's face went from shocked, to relieved, to sinister. A small smirk began to form on his lips and Nel knew she was going to regret entering this room.
"You'll regret that…" He grinned down at the now blushing woman. Nel let out a small squeak of fear beneath the larger Glyphian as he came down near her face once again.
"I think you need to pay me back for that little scare." He whispered into her ear. Nel shivered involuntarily and closed her eyes. She was surprised, however, to find that the weight holding her down was suddenly lifted off, leaving her on the bed alone. The crimson blade blinked glanced around, seeing Albel who was now getting dressed. He had just finished tying the sarong and now proceeded to put his shirt on over his head.
"Some payback…" Nel mumbled. Albel glanced over at her lazily.
"Bah, I suggest you watch your back woman. Even then you'll never see it coming." Nel chuckled and let herself lay back down on the bed.
"Well even if my little wake-up call was a story, I'm sure that Luther would do better in bed than you."
Nel seemed to have plucked Albel's strings a little too hard, because he finally snapped. Nel found herself in the same, uncomfortable position beneath him once again. He straddled her hips and bent down so that their noses made contact.
"Now that, Zelpher…" He breathed, his eyes filled with a mix of lust and bloodlust towards her, "That will not so easily be forgiven."
With that, he swooped down, his lips claiming hers quickly. Nel felt herself go rigid at the contact, her body freezing over. Albel took this chance and released her hands, using one to go behind her head and the other around her waist. He pulled back just enough so that he could sit her up and let her catch her breath.
He was about to move in once again when someone knocked on the door. "Nel? Are you okay in there?" Fayt's voice called. "You haven't come back yet, we were wanting to make sure you were still alive."
Nel heard Albel curse under his breath as he pulled himself off her, soon proceeding to fasten his gauntlet on. Nel shook her head, still slightly dazed from his actions.
"Uhh… yeah I'm fine… I just got him up…" She replied after a moment. The sound of retreating footsteps could be heard and soon Albel was ready to go.
"I'm not finished with you yet, Zelpher." He warned. Nel blushed and stood up, quickly retrieving her daggers from the wall and floor. They emerged from the room and headed down the hall towards the stairs.
"Oh, by the way Nel," Albel said, glancing over at the still flustered woman. "Next time you try and haul me out of bed… don't try pulling my out by the hair."
Nel opened her mouth to apologize when something dawned on her. If he was sleeping… how did he...
Memories of where she sat on his hand flashed through her mind. "YOU WERE AWAKE WHEN YOU DID THAT?" she shrieked. Albel didn't reply. He was already at the foot of the stairs.
"Sign me out." Albel said quickly to Fayt before speeding out the door. Nel was soon at his heels as she chased him down the street. The blue-haired swordsman watched in stunned silence as they ran out of sight.
"Looks like we'll be here for another night…"
TADAA! Done chapter one of my one-shot series. Very busy… might not be on for a while. X.x until then… ja!