A/N: Really, this is amazing. I've finally started to go "oh crap, I don't have anything to say for my author's note." And I thought I would never run out of things to say. XD

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I am not a super cool game designer, just a mere fanfiction writer.

Fayt paced around the shack with impatience. He had just caught sight of the calendar and he realized what day it was. Sunday. He was missing church for the first day of his life and he was not happy at all.

Albel watched Fayt with amusement. "What's wrong? Still unhappy about that dream?"

Fayt turned red. "No," he growled. "And forget about it. It was just a dream."

Albel cocked his head to one side. "How could I forget the delicious way you were writhing and twisting on the bed? And all because of me."

Fayt ground his teeth. "In dreams, you could fall off a cliff and die, but that doesn't mean it'll happen in reality. They're two separate things."

Albel shrugged carelessly. "Fine. But you didn't have to act out your dream. That was just rude and selfish on your part. It's not nice to tease."

Fayt scowled. "I didn't do it on purpose. I wouldn't want to tempt you into molesting me."

Albel frowned and glanced at the door. 'Well, I'm going out for another bitch. Care to join me?"

"For Christ's sake, Albel! Do I really need to keep telling you I don't like killing?"

Albel looked puzzled. 'Well, you look like you're waiting to do something. Any suggestions?"

Fayt pounced on the opportunity. 'Yes. I want to go to church."

Albel looked dismayed. "You're religious?"

"Yes, yes I am. There's no way you can talk me into being gay,' Fayt growled. "Now, I really want to go to church. I've never missed any so far and I don't want to start now."

Albel shrugged. "There's a first time for everything."

"Albel!" Fayt whined. "My parents are probably already worried sick and now my church friends will definitely worry. I haven't missed a day in my life so they'll definitely be suspicious."

Albel's eyes narrowed. "You'll just run away as soon as I let you out."

"Oh come on! If I was going to run away, I would have done so by now. Please?"

"Alright,' Albel growled. 'But I'm coming with you to make sure you come right back."

"But you're so dirty," Fayt protested. 'You look like a drug addict."

"So? You're not exactly very clean either. Remember, you still haven't taken a shower."

Fayt's face fell. 'Oh yeah. The shower…downstairs…with the dead bodies."

Albel crossed his arms over his chest. 'What's more important? Church or your fear?"

Fayt bit his lip worriedly but at last he made up his mind. "Okay, I can do this."

He headed downstairs and Albel followed silently.

The basement was divided into three areas: a cold freezer section, a sterile section of lab equipment, and a cleaning area with bloody instruments in the sink and a small shower stall.

Albel's eyes wandered restlessly over the lab equipment, the rows of scalpels and sharp knives. He was itching for another victim. "Are you okay down here now?" Albel asked.

Fayt nodded. "Yeah, no bodies at the moment. I can handle it."

Albel chuckled darkly. 'Just down walk into the freezer. I've got my organ stockpile in there."

Fayt shuddered. 'Yes, I'll be careful." He paused and frowned. 'Why'd you put the shower down here anyway?"

Albel gazed at Fayt steadily. 'Sometimes, decapitation gets a little messy and I need to rinse off the excess blood."

Fayt shivered at the mental pictures. "Yeah…I'll just wash off quick. Don't you dare take my clothes while I'm in the shower!"

Albel seemed to realize for the first time that if Fayt showered, he would have to get naked. He grinned mischievously. "Of course not. Go right ahead and get in, love."

Fayt turned pink. "Don't watch!"

'Why not? I've seen you naked before."

Fayt scowled, turning even redder. "Damn it! Turn around or I won't take a shower after all."

Albel rolled his eyes and turned his back to Fayt. Fayt watched him distrustfully and slowly edged out of his clothes. He didn't take his eyes off Albel for a second, not even to get into the shower. He slowly backed in and closed the door. "Okay, you can look now."

Albel shrugged and moved Fayt's clothes off to one side of the floor. It had not mattered anyway. He had a mirror that allowed him to see Fayt even when his back was turned.

Fayt muttered irritably to himself as Albel began whistling cheerfully. "Didn't you say you were going to leave me alone to take my shower?"

"Oh, in a second. Just picking out a good knife, perfect for the next bastard. She was incredibly beautiful last I saw her. It will do her good to see her perfect body marred and scarred before her eyes."

Fayt rolled his eyes, glad that Albel couldn't see him. He turned the shower knob. And was drenched with blood.

Fayt threw himself out of the shower, screaming. Albel rushed over, immediately concerned.

Sobbing, Fayt fell into Albel's arms, forgetting that he was still naked. Albel patted Fayt's back soothingly. 'What happened, love?"

Fayt whimpered. "Th-the water turned to blood."

Albel frowned. "Hmmn. I hope I don't have anything dead up in the pipes. It would be a pity not to know what it is. And I can't possibly have you catching a disease from an infected animal."

Albel cautiously turned the tap, watching as a few drops of blood dripped down to the floor. Fayt cringed and pulled back.

Albel frowned thoughtfully. 'Too much blood for a dead animal stuck in the pipes. I think what happened is the blood tank and the water tank lines got mixed up. I don't know how, but that's probably what happened."

Fayt looked at him worriedly. 'You mean, sometimes you shower in blood and you forgot to set it back?"

Albel sniffed disdainfully. "Their blood is not worth the effort. But sometimes I store large quantities of blood for use in some of my experiments. It's also convenient for torture."

Fayt sniffled. "you mean you wanted to torture me instead of letting me go to church?"

Albel scowled. 'Don't be stupid, Fayt. I already said I was going to let you go. I wouldn't go back on my word."

"You switched the pipes on purpose!" Fayt wailed.

Albel scowled. 'I did not. Now, let's get you cleaned up for real this time and you can go."

Fayt screamed and scooted backwards. 'No, no! I'm not going in there again. No more!"

"I'll switch the lines back,' Albel offered. "Besides, even if you're too traumatized to go to church anymore, you still need to get clean."

Fayt's eyes flared with hatred. 'Go away! Stop screwing with my life. I don't need your help."

Albel shrugged with an exaggerated sigh of frustration and headed back upstairs. Fayt stood by the sink, looking small and scared as he cautiously gathered handfuls of sink water to drip over himself to wash away the blood.