A/N: Ehehe..I just realized what a vast undertaking I have…er….undertaken. Yeah…7 days..morning, afternoon, night. That means…21 chapters…plus the little prologue and probably a poem at the end…geez… But don't worry though...I will finish...just not anytime soon. XD And an extra special thanks to my friend gackstgal for volunteering to be my beta…that means less typos and she'll pester me to update sooner. XD Aren't you all lucky?

Disclaimer: I am an AlbelxFayt fangirl...I wouldn't be a fan of my own characters, would I? XD

Fayt regained consciousness to find himself lying in the middle of the street. He slowly sat up and looked around. No giant spider, no Albel.

"Hey, Fayt."

Fayt turned around at they sound of Albel's voice. "Hey-oh my god, what happened to you!"

Albel looked at Fayt quizzically and then glanced down at his arms, which were now just bloody stumps. "Oh, this? Yeah, the spider got me while I was trapped in that cocoon thing. But at least I'm alive, right? Want to come inside and have some spider soufflé with me? I cooked up the body."

Fayt close his eyes and began shaking with fear. This couldn't be happening. This could NOT be happening. Albel was too strong, too proud to live his life without his arms. He wouldn't be able to play baseball anymore. How would Albel cope?

Shaking, still shaking. What was going on?

Fayt tentatively opened his eyes to see Albel standing over him; his arms crossed over his chest, watching Fayt patiently.

Fayt was relieved. It had just been a dream.

"You fell," he said softly.

"You passed out," Albel said calmly, holding out a hand to pull Fayt to his feet.

"I thought you were dead," Fayt muttered. "How'd you escape?"

Albel shrugged. "Turns out spider toxin paralyzes your whole body for about thirty seconds so I fell. The spider's mate tried to trap me in that cocoon thing, but I took care of him. Nasty business. Blood and guts everywhere. But I managed to clean up most of it before you came to."

"Good," Fayt mumbled. "I don't need to see anything else."

"But it was nice knowing you worried about me," Albel said with a sly grin. "I'm touched by your concern."

"Not that kind of concern," Fayt growled. "I'm straight, completely straight."

Albel just rolled his eyes and headed for the house as Fayt continued his tirade about how straight he was.

"I'm straight as a ruler! Don't you forget that! No amount of almost dying will change my mind."

Albel picked up a plastic ruler and showed it to Fayt. "Straight like this?"

"Yes, that's a ruler. I already told you I'm straight as a ruler."

Albel examined the ruler thoughtfully. "There's a kink in one side." Fayt stiffened. Albel bent the ruler, trying to straighten out the kink in it. "Hey look, you bend both ways," Albel said cheerfully.

"I don't do that!" Fayt snapped. "That ruler was straight until you messed with it. It's naturally straight if you don't mess around with it."

Albel stared at Fayt carefully. "I see what you mean."

"Don't look at me like that!" Fayt growled.

Albel's eyes shifted slightly to the right. "Uh-oh."

"What is it?" Fayt asked worriedly.

Albel calmly picked up a frying pan and walked past Fayt. Blood was oozing from a spot in the wall. Albel smacked the spot with the pan and then stepped back. The flow of blood was significantly less, but a trickle still seeped out through a tiny crack.

"Get me a piece of tape," Albel commanded.

Fayt returned with the tape and Albel pressed the tape over the hole and watched. The tape started to turn red, but no blood leaked out. "Good, we're safe," Albel muttered, eyeing the puddle of blood on the floor. "This is the pizza boy's blood, I think. Poor kid."

"Will the ghosts drop his body on us while we're sleeping, like the last time?" Fayt asked worriedly.

"Nope," Albel said calmly. "I don't think so. They already tried that once. They want to be creative and try something new each time. Besides, if we could handle it the last time, who says we can't handle it again?"

"Just great," Fayt muttered. ""we don't just have ghosts, we have creative ghosts."

"Come on, Fayt," Albel called from the other room. "It's sunset. You don't want to be left alone in there after dark, do you?"

"Coming!" Fayt said quickly, racing down the hall.