A/N: Wheee….more angst. Yeah…I just felt like I have waaaaaaay too many funny ideas, and I just needed to do something sad for a change. "Yo, I'm feeling some angst over here." XDDD

Disclaimer: Fayt doesn't belong to me, but Ludair sure does…if I ever publish my own story, you'll get to see him. XD However, I'm kinda behind on that...fanfiction is so much more fun to write than my own stuff because I get reviews to boost my ego.

Albel was in a terrible mood. It was obvious from the way he fidgeted impatiently and scowled at nothing in particular while he waited for Fayt to finish eating dinner. Normally, if he was angry about something, he would either take it out on Fayt, or his two favorite people to annoy: Cliff and Nel. But he hadn't done that. He hadn't even taken out his anger on his cooking. He angrily cooked things to perfection, his foul expression making the food afraid to get bunt. Albel let his anger smolder in his eyes, but did nothing to relieve it.

Fayt mused over what could have angered Albel. He sipped his iced tea and delicately nibbled at his food.

"I'm sure you can eat faster than that," Albel growled, watching Fayt with barely concealed impatience.

"I'm sure I can," Fayt agreed. "But eating too fast is impolite."

"Fayt, do you have to eat everything one piece at a time! Jesus, take a whole spoonful! Don't just take one grain of rice every bite."

Fayt looked surprised. "But I'm not-"

"Just hurry up," Albel commanded, losing his temper. "I have a surprise for you when you're done and at this rate, you'll never get it."

Fayt cautiously picked at his peas and then set his mouth in a firm line. Yes, he would at them all and find out the surprise.

Albel watched Fayt, his irritation with the boy slowly ebbing away as he saw his determination. Fool, you don't even know what I'm giving you and you already eager. You like just about anything I give you.

A sudden grimace passed over Albel's face as he thought about it.

Fayt looked up at Albel in concern, swallowing a mouthful of peas. "What happemed? What's wrong?"

"Nothing,' Albel said quickly. "Aren't you finished yet?"

"Yes, but I need to do the dishes now." Fayt rose and headed towards the sink.

Albel grabbed onto Fayt's arm firmly. "No time for that."

"But-" Fayt protested, reaching towards the sink desperately.

"Look, I don't care if it's your job to wash dishes or not. You can do them late. I need to talk to you now." Albel dragged Fayt into the small bedroom he slept in.

"What is it?" Fayt asked, after Albel had shoved him into the room and closed the door behind them so Fayt couldn't run back to the dishes. "What's so important that you have to interrupt my chore?"

Albel sighed. "Fayt, we've been living together for three years, but-"

Fayt looked horrified. "It sounds terrible when you say it that way."

Albel rolled his eyes. "Okay, we've been living in the same house for three years, as friends. I can't do that any more. It's too much of a temptation if I stay here."

Fayt looked worried. 'What do you mean?"

"I'm giving you the damn house, alright?" Albel exploded. "That's my present to you. You don't notice anything that goes on I've fallen in love with you and I don't trust myself around you any more. Good-bye, Fayt."

It took Fayt a moment to process that. He was in shock. By the time he had snapped out of it, Albel was already leaving.

"Albel, wait!" Fayt cried.

But it was too late. Albel stormed out of the room, slamming the door in Fayt's face before he could follow. Startled, Fayt opened the door to see the front door close behind Albel. It was followed by the sound of gravel crunching in the driveway and a car starting.

"It's too late," Fayt said sadly. "If he takes his car, I can't catch up with him."

Fayt's heart dropped as he heard the screeching of tires followed by a thump and a cry of pain.

"Look what you did, Luda," a voice accused. "You killed him."

"It's not my fault," the other man protested. "The damn kid was standing in the middle of the road."

Fayt closed his eyes against the pain. A single tear glistened down his cheek. It was too late. Now Albel would never know how he felt.