A/N: Yay for fans! It keeps me motivated…feel free to bug me over e-mail and MSN to get me in gear...because I'm lazy. XD I haven't been working on all my stories…but if there's one you really miss me updating…and if you pester a lot...I'll sit down and look it over…and after I focus on it…I'll probably get inspired to do it again. XD

Disclaimer: I do not own Albel and Fayt. I'm just a huge fan. XD ohh…and the cascada song, "Everytime We Touch"? yeah...it inspired me…like…a lot. XD I can picture a lot of stuff happening in this story when I hear the song. XD So yeah...credit is due there. XD

Fayt woke up early the next morning, feeling refreshed. He yawned and stretched and then checked his watch. "Hmn, it's only 5. I don't have to get up yet." Fayt lay there on the bed for a few more minutes and then began getting dressed.

Fayt frowned as he tried the door. "Damn, it's locked!" Fayt pounded on the door. "Albel, let me out of here!" Albel never came and Fayt conceded defeat. He sat abjectly on the bed, trying to decide whether or not to break through a window.

Fayt turned as the door opened almost as if with a puff of wind to allow Albel in and then close right after him. Fayt gasped as he took in Albel's appearance.

Albel's shirt was ripped to shreds. It was barely hanging onto his body by a few stitches. Where pieces of fabric were missing, there were deep cuts and red welts. A knife was plunged deep into his left shoulder and it was caked in blood. Ribbons of blood trailed down his wrists. A hole was ripped in the knees of Albel's jeans and a huge infected cut decorated each. Albel's shoes were gone and a few of his toes hand been nearly severed.

Fayt couldn't move, except to bring a hand up to cover his mouth from screaming. He was horrified. He could only watch with a gasp as Albel staggered into the room, nearly falling twice. "Forgive me…I'm too weak," Albel whispered, his mouth filling up with blood. "I can't…survive." His eyes became unfocused and he collapsed to the ground.

"Albel!" Fayt cried, jumping off the bed to see if his friend was still alive. Hesitantly, he reached out a hand to take Albel's pulse.

Fayt jerked back as he heard running footsteps. His mouth went dry. "The ghosts...are coming to finish us off."

With a splintering sound, the door gave way and another Albel burst through brandishing an axe. His red eyes flashed menacingly. "Fayt, get away from him. He's an imposter."

The Albel lying facedown on the floor laughed, a slight hint of despair in his tone. "No, you are the imposter. That's why the ghosts won't touch you."

Fay looked confused. "I thought you hated me, whichever one is really you."

"I don't hate you," muttered the one with the axe. "You were being like all those other intolerant bitches. I can't hate everybody. I tolerate you, but I don't have to like you."

The hurt Albel raised himself to sitting and stared at Fayt uncomprehendingly. "I'm going to die and then you'll be all alone. I can't let that happen…I don't want you to be alone. I love you, Fayt."

Fat backed away. "You said you wouldn't fall for me," he said accusingly.

"No, I did." Fayt's eyes snapped to Albel leaning against the door. "When I promise, I keep my word, unlike this slimy scum."

Albel growled and rose to his feet, blood dripping onto the floor. "I care about Fayt, unlike you. Do I have to kill you to keep him safe?"

Albel swung his axe lazily, looking unconcerned. "Think about it, Fayt. He's in no condition to fight with all those wounds, but since he's a ghost, he can still fight. That means he's the imposter."

"What if you're both imposters?" Fayt asked warily.

"Suit yourself," Albel muttered, "But I'm still going to kill this slimy ghost son of a bitch for being me." Albel swung the axe around his head and then dropped into a battle mode.

True to Albel's prediction, the ghost was fighting fit, despite being covered in blood and countless injuries. It hissed angrily as it raked its fingers across Albel's chest, slightly tearing through part of Albel's shirt.

Albel jumped back a few inches and then swung. The axe connected, decapitating the ghost's head. Fayt squealed as the bloody head rolled near him. Blood spattered Albel's clothes but he looked triumphant. "There, fool. One down, how ever many more to go."

Fayt shuddered, looking at the ghost's lifeless eyes. He knew it wasn't really Albel, but it still looked like him and it gave Fayt cold shivers looking at it.

Albel smirked at Fayt. "How many times do I have to save your ass? You're lucky you invited me along or you would be dead by now."

Fayt sniffed. "Why should you care? You don't like me."

Albel sighed. "Face it, Fayt. If I said I liked you, you would take it thee wrong way. You're my friend, even though you are a cowardly bitch."

"Hey!"

"It's true," Albel defended himself. "Yesterday you hated me, but now you want to be friends again."

"Well, I can still be your friend," Fayt allowed.

"Good. No more of this 'don't come near me because you're gay' stuff. We can't split up. The ghosts are using that against us. You have to stay near me at all times so this doesn't happen again."

Fayt blushed. "I don't want to have to sleep in the same room with you. You might get ideas."

Albel growled irritably. "I already told you that I wouldn't rape you or kiss you or even hug you...if you don't want that. I keep my word, alright? So yes, we will be sleeping in the same room. Now, let's stop fighting and go have breakfast."