Game Two- Mini Fayt.

They were passing back through Kirlsa from their journey to Airyglyph to talk to the king and acquire the crimson scourge sword, which was now Albel’s. And as usual, the samurai had wanted to test his new weapon out on his personal training mannequin- Fayt Leingod.

The other members of the group were resting quietly in the kitchen area of one of the abandoned houses- which had been converted to a house the size of Woltar's mansion.

Hearing the wail from the back garden (which was used mainly as Albel's personal training patch) had not raised any heads. After all, many times Fayt was able to fight Albel and cause him to cry out from the painful blows dealt against him along the way, as many times as Albel struck the bluenette.

This time however, moments passed before the samurai broke in through the back door into the kitchen with a certain blue haired warrior under his arm, and when they looked up lethargically, Albel held the boy out and their eyes popped out in shock.

"Is that who I think it is?" Maria asked dubiously, thinking in her rationality that Albel was pulling a prank and had taken one of the local boys to torture and dress up like Fayt. Then again, by the look on the man's face, and his tendency not to show humour in anything but verbally abusing his comrades, she revised this opinion.

"Who the hell else would it be!" Albel shouted angrily, plopping Fayt down in front of the gathering, awed warriors.

Fayt met their glances shyly, he stumped his feet and looked at the floor before starting and darting back round to hide behind Albel, poking his head out from behind the samurai's skirt and only then smiling widely- feeling safe.

"What the hell did you do!" Cliff exclaimed, standing from sitting opposite that very door, facing Albel from behind the white kitchen top where he and Sophia sat eating breakfast.

"I didn't do anything!" Albel protested, red in the face, stepping aside as Fayt tried to hold his garment in comfort, about to kick him away when-

"F-Fayt?" Sophia was leaning down, peering at Fayt like she were trying to look into a narrow hole, her eyebrows far above her wide, glittering eyes.

Sophia was the one who had a blatant crush on older, mature Fayt, and blatant plans to make him her husband and have mini Fayts and Sophias. But with Fayt in his current condition, at an age where he was barely 4ft tall and girl kisses gave cooties, these ambitious plans seemed dead- and the blank, then vexed expression showed on her face.

Albel's eyes rolled, great, now he was going to get yelled at by Sophia too. Sophia's mouth opened, but instead of whipping around to Albel with puffed up cheeks, she let out a startling noise.

"Awwwwwwwww! Fayt- you're adorable!" she cooed, and she reached out before Fayt could find the safety behind Albel again.