A/N: Yeah, I'm very sorry for not finishing this earlier…when I promised I would write a new chapter every 2 days….but then I was annoyed that people weren't reviewing, so I got lazy and stopped writing and went to write other things. And then, I realized I really needed to start my various essay, book report, and reading questions due when I go back to school September 5th. And then my keyboard stopped working so I couldn't do either thing….but that's really no excuse is it? Needless to say, I'm happy to be back…and I hope you are too. Day 7….the last day…so close to the end.

Disclaimer: Welcome to the wonderful wide world of "I can't draw"….which means that how could I possibly create Albel and Fayt? If I had attempted to create them….oh, I shudder to think about it.

After Albel and Fayt had eaten breakfast, and were slowly starting to become bored, Albel decided to continue with where he left off earlier in the morning. Fayt let out a small squeak as Albel pushed him against the wall and the predatory look in Albel's eyes slightly concerned him. But Albel merely smirked at Fayt's fearful expression. "Relax, I won't hurt you."

Albel intertwined his fingers with Fayt's and placed Fayt's hands up onto his shoulders. Fayt's wrapped his arms around Albel's neck. Albel leaned forward and kissed Fayt, slipping his tongue past the boy's lips. Fayt moaned and leaned into Albel. Fayt whimpered as Albel broke away for air and began nibbling on his neck and shoulder blades, pressing his body tightly against Fayt's.

"Please, Albel," Fayt begged.

Albel grinned. "Please what?"

"Please stop."

Albel blinked, thoroughly taken aback. He stared at Fayt curiously. "Why stop? We both enjoyed it."

"Albel, there was something sexual about that kiss."

"Of course there was," Albel growled. "I can't have sex with you so I'm taking out all my sexual frustrations with a kiss."

"I can't do anything sexual with you. I promised myself that," Fayt reminded him.

Albel looked stunned. "A kiss isn't the same thing as having sex. They are two separate things." He shook his head sadly. "But if you don't want to kiss me before marriage either, then there's nothing I can do about it."

"That's not what I meant," Fayt said desperately.

Albel looked at him skeptically. "Oh yeah? What did you mean?"

"I don't like it when you kiss me so strongly. It makes me feel guilty. I don't mind being kissed, but when you do it like that, I feel like you're trying to rape me with your mouth."

Albel shrugged. "Alright, I guess you're not ready for that. I'll try to take it slow, and go back to something you're more comfortable with." He smiled.

Fayt yawned and blinked open his eyes. He hadn't meant to fall asleep. It had just been so comfortable. He had been stretched on top of Albel while they were lying on the couch and he had started using Albel as a pillow. Embarrassedly, Fayt pushed himself up onto his elbows and glanced around. Albel was still asleep, so this time he would have to keep awake. They couldn't both be asleep with homicidal ghosts around.

"Go back to sleep, Fayt," Albel mumbled. "I've got things covered."

Fayt nearly jumped. "Er, I thought I would look out for the ghosts while you were asleep. You deserve a break."

Albel opened one eye and regarded Fayt solemnly. "Fayt, you don't need to do that. I'll notice them before you do. I'm a light sleeper."

"I didn't want your sleep to be interrupted," Fayt protested.

Albel sighed heavily. "Fayt, you woke me up by trying to protect me. You're digging your elbows into my ribs."

Fayt flushed. 'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

Albel rolled his eyes. "Fayt, it would probably wake me if you didn't stay right where you were. You can relax, alright. Nothing's going to happen to you while I'm here."

Fayt sighed and settled back down, resting his head against Albel's chest. Albel rested his hands on top of Fayt's back and sighed contentedly.

Fayt was ready to fall back asleep when Albel muttered, "Hmn, that's odd."

Fayt jerked awake nervously. "What? What is it?"

"Calm down, Fayt," Albel growled. "You're elbowing me again."

"Oops. Sorry, Albel. But I was just worried. What is it?"

"I can't tell. Keep still for a sec and let me listen."

Fayt kept still and tried not to let his racing heartbeat distract Albel. After a minute of listening silently, Albel made a dismissive sound. "Bah, just a dripping faucet. Nothing to worry about. Go back to sleep Fayt."

But Fayt was not easily assured. "Did you just start hearing it now?"

"Yeah, but so what?"

Fayt nervously snuggled into Albel's chest. "Why would it just start dripping now?"

Albel frowned. "You're right. It should have been dripping for awhile. This is weird."

Suddenly, Albel tensed. "Uh-oh. I don't like the sound of this."

Fayt scrambled off Albel and squeezed in next to him as Albel sat up. "What is it? It's bad, isn't it?"

"I'm not quite sure yet. Listen, Fayt. Don't you hear that?"

Fayt listened intently, fighting back rising fear. "It sounds like water."

Albel nodded. "I think someone besides us turned on that faucet."

Fayt laughed nervously. "It's just a little water. What harm could that do?"

Albel's' head jerked to the left. "Now the kitchen faucet's on."

Fayt started quivering as each sink in the house started filling up with water.

"This is ridiculous," Albel growled. "I'm turning them off. We don't need to waste water."

Albel got up and padded into the kitchen a few feet away. He twisted at the knob, trying to turn it off. "Damn, it's stuck," he snarled.

Unexpectedly, the water shot straight out from the faucet into Albel's face. He jerked back, swearing as his drenched hair hung in his eyes. Loud cackling came out from the pipes.

"Damn you, get out of the plumbing!" Albel shouted, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

The water slowed to a trickle and Albel cautiously approached the tap. The water stopped altogether before a crumpled blue wad of paper pushed itself out of the sink and the water started flowing again.

Albel frowned and unfolded the soggy mess. "It says, 'We are coming.'"

Fayt yelped as two tightly squeezed spectral shapes flew out of the faucet and cavorted in the air. They laughed madly. "You'll get what's coming to you," Ethel crowed triumphantly.

Albel scowled and brought up his fists. "Nobody is going to hurt Fayt while I'm still alive."

Edward landed next to Albel and morphed into Fayt. He leaned against Albel and drew a knife out of thin air. "Then we'll have to kill you first, won't we? You wouldn't mind dying at the hands of your dearly beloved, would you?"

Albel shoved him away. "You're not my dearly beloved. You're a perverted old man that goes around kissing people and pretending to be Fayt."

The fake Fayt shoved Albel against the wall. "You should no better than to insult us. We could kill you any moment we want to."

Albel glared back defiantly. "Then why haven't you?"

The ghost snarled and raised its knife but was cut off by a scream. "No, don't kill him! Albel!"

The male ghost vanished and Albel was left staring at 3 Fayts.

"Damn it, don't do this to me," Albel growled.

One of the Fayt's grabbed onto its neighbor and began kissing him. Albel's eyes narrowed. "Now, that would be too easy, wouldn't it? Something weird is going on here."

The second Fayt abruptly pulled away from the first and spat. "Mother fucker! Damn it, that's gross. That's like…kissing myself, but not myself. Bastard!"

Albel frowned thoughtfully. "Now, this is a little more like it."

"Kill those two," the third ghost demanded. "They're obviously imposters. They were making out with each other."

"I didn't do it!" the second Fayt protested. "She started it."

Albel's eyes narrowed. "How do you know it's not him?"

"Ha, told you so," said the third.

The second one scowled and pointed at the first. "I know because while you were busy fighting the guy, she was already morphed into me and then he came over and appeared right over there." He pointed again.

The first stuck out its tongue. "For your information, I am a male. I don't know what you are, but I'm certainly a male. I think those two have to die. I'm the only one that's not a ghost."

Albel sighed in exasperation.

The second stared at Albel calmly. "Kill all of us."

"What?" Albel demanded.

The second Fayt gazed back at Albel resolutely. "It's the only way you can be sure you've got both of the imposters."

Albel frowned. "But the ghost would want that since they don't die and if I killed the real one he would really die and that would-"

He stopped seeing the second Fayt winking and making a cutting motion. "To see who bleeds," Albel whispered.

Albel pointed at the first and third Fayt. "Okay, you both are the imposters."

"Wrong answer," the first hissed as she dissolved into a puddle of water.

The third grinned as he too began to melt. "And you're going to pay for it."

Fayt yelped as the pipes burst and a flood of water started filling the house.

"Damn!" Albel shouted. "Fayt, open a window, a door, or something or we'll both drown!"

Fayt raced around the house tugging on windows that seemed glued shut. "Albel, it's not working!" he shrieked, his voice rising in panic.

"Don't panic, Fayt! Come on over here. Maybe if we both tug on the door it'll open."

Fayt raced over, wading through the water as fast as he could to try to help Albel open the back door. It wasn't locked but it was shut tight.

"Quick, try the front!"

By now the water was waist high with no sign of stopping. It was easier to swim than run. Albel dove under the water and swam from room to room, dodging floating papers and lamps.

Albel came up for air at the back door. The water was now up to his shoulders. Fayt broke the surface a few seconds later. Being slightly shorter, the water was now lapping just below his chin.

"Come on, this is our last chance," Albel said firmly. "Pull, Fayt!"

"It's no use!" Fayt wailed, after it had failed. "We're going to die."

"At least we'll die together," Albel murmured, putting his arm around Fayt's waist.

Fayt leaned against him. "You kept your promise. I'm not going to die before you do."

Albel frowned. "I wish you didn't have to die. Damn door." He scowled and kicked at it.

Abruptly, the old wooden door collapsed under the combined water pressure and the strength of Albel's kick. Both boys were pushed out of the house in a flood of water, still clinging to each other.

They washed up on the sidewalk, completely drenched as other people walking down the street began to stare at the two boys and the shallow river of water making its way down the street.

"We're still alive," Fayt whispered breathlessly, laughing as the sprinklers came on.

"Yes," Albel murmured, holding Fayt close, not caring who was looking.