InsaneJournal

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As always, the Workspace was spacious and if it wasn’t for the stars of the blackness of the ceiling, the glittering surface of the floor and the tick-tock of the machines surrounding Luther, the Workspace would have been filled with a deeper sense of darkness. It had been when it was a battleground; blood, data or not, had stained the immaculate floor; people, real or not, had died here.

The main computer hummed in front of Luther Lansfeld, pliant to his swift moving fingers and his articulate commands. Similar to the other endless nights, he stayed here for work and today was no exception. He and Fayt had been doing extensive research on Fayt’s destructive powers and while he had promised Fayt that he would train him to control it, he knew -- even to himself -- that it sounded hopeless and ridiculous.

Hence the reason he was here, doing his own research.

The typing stopped and he gazed at the glinting screen and the hovering holograms. He brought his gloved hand to his face and blinked his tired eyes. He hadn’t been getting enough sleep and a part of him had urges to return to the mansion that had all the connotations of home.

He thought about Fayt and how he was probably asleep by now, cocooned in thick warm blankets. The more he thought about it, the more tempted he was to leave, but how much time did he really have? How long would Fayt have to suffer because of him? For all he knew, tomorrow would be his Creation’s last day and then--

Just wait a bit longer, he thought to himself as he turned the main computer off, the holograms and the lights vanishing. He decided to take the shortcut to his home and in minutes, he was walking in the hallways and looking for the bedroom. Once he was there, he made sure the door was closed and went to the comfy bed.

As he predicted, there was a sleeping Fayt Leingod, eyes closed, a soft smile on his handsome face. Luther sat on the bed and took his gloves off. He began stroking his lover’s cheek, trailing up to his forehead and then to his blue hair, reveling in its softness. His other hand rested on top of Fayt’s; he sighed deeply, exhaustion taking its toll on him.

He finally surrendered to the temptations, divesting himself of his regular clothes and slipping into his nightclothes. He joined his lover on the bed and adjusted the blankets so it would cover both of them. He stared at the ceiling blankly, his mind whirling with many ideas and worries. Fayt snuggled into him, his hand slipping into Luther‘s.

Sleep claimed him then and he lost himself to his dreams.

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Days had passed and he continued his research with a relentless force. He was as stubborn as Fayt, if not more so; he wouldn’t give up that easily. Things were always against him, be it his own Creations, his coworkers or his competitors, so this wasn’t any different. A small part of him knew though that if this continued, he would drain himself. He needed to figure out a solution soon…

“Luther?” a familiar voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he glanced at his Creation, who was giving him a worried look. “Blair suggested that we should go somewhere-- just for a break of sorts.” Fayt crossed his arms, frowning a bit. “I know you would probably decline her offer, but…”

“Where?” Luther inquired, his fingers momentarily stopping its typing. Fayt walked towards him and sighed. It seemed that he wanted to do something, but there was hesitation in his eyes. Luther reached out, bringing him closer and gazed at him intently. The hesitation faded away and Fayt smiled.

“Someplace where all you can hear is music,” Fayt answered in a strangely persuasive voice. “Maybe the different atmosphere might do us some good, since we’ve both been working on trying to find the solution to my predicament.” He shrugged and Luther stared at him for a long time, contemplating and analyzing the pros and cons.

Knowing Blair, she would probably recommend the place called S.N. Great musical shows were performed there; however, it was located in the 3D space, which meant there was a chance that Fayt’s friends might see himself and Luther. Either way, the confrontation between them was inevitable. It had to happen somehow.

“Hmm,” Luther murmured. “You do realize the risks?”

“Yeah,” Fayt nodded. “But then, that’s the fun part, isn’t it? Challenges?” He smiled daringly, lighting the fire of excitement and anticipation in himself. Luther chuckled and brought their faces together for a breathless kiss. Then Fayt pulled away, giving him a smothering look and started walking to the exit. The doors slid close and Luther was alone once more.

He gazed at the blackness of the ceiling, raised his hand and let his weapon materialize. He stared at his lance for a moment, his weapon reflecting the lights of the floor and suddenly, as it glinted, it clicked to him.

He used his weapon not just to destroy whoever was in his way or to fling enemies around; his lance also served to channel his powers. If he could create a weapon similar to his for Fayt, then his precious Creation would not only be able to utilize the weapon to its best potential, but also control it and use it to channel his powers.

A victorious smile crept into his face and he laughed to himself because it made so much sense. It would take weeks to create the weapon, but that was nothing compared to the other projects he had done in the past. His Fayt was finally saved and if they do happen to encounter Fayt’s friends in the S.N., then he could finally test the weapon.

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The auditorium was humungous; all kinds of races chatted and whispered to each other about the upcoming performances. He and Fayt took seats in the balcony where they could see everything. The tension of excitement was high; were the musical shows in here much better than he had programmed? Had they advanced too? There was only one way to find out…

The first performance was about to commence; the orchestra on the stage prepared themselves and in the midst of the chorus, a golden-haired girl stepped forward. She looked like an angel with her white dress that illuminated the paleness of her skin. She took a breath, her chest rising, parting her rosy lips to finally sing…

A laser weapon charged, a subtle click.

Fayt gasped, gave Luther an intense, warning look and whispered, “Go!”

For once, Luther complied to someone else’s commands and before he vanished, he made sure that Fayt had protected himself with a shield. The laser shot at them, but it bounced off Fayt’s shield. In the shadows he watched as Fayt burst out of the balcony and finally faced his friends.

This was going to be a feisty confrontation.

Fin.