A/N: I regret having less time to update than I used to...but I'm back in school and I have a job a few days a week…last year I had one whole period to just write fanfics because in theater arts, you did diddly squat when it wasn't your turn onstage, but this year I don't have a free class…I'll try my hardest to update as soon as I can, but it takes me a few days to write a decent chapter.

Disclaimer: Fayt and Albel do not belong to me, but luckily Arbel and Fatyed do…unfortunately, they aren't much of anything without Fayt and Albel. sigh

Fayt woke up at 3 a.m. from a very vivid dream about a man standing on top of a volcano with coal black eyes and wild dark hair. He was dressed from head to toe in red cloth along with a hooded red cape. He pulled the hood over his head and stood with arms outstretched as the volcano erupted behind him and magma washed over him. Fayt jerked awake right before the lava reached him and lay in bed for a moment hyperventilating. He discovered that he had kicked off all his blankets and he quickly pulled them back on, burrowing against the cold night air. He tried to go back to sleep.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" a voice roared.

Fayt nearly jumped out of his skin. "Who's there?" he asked nervously. He threw off his blankets and anxiously scanned the room, seeing no one.

"You know who I am," the voice whispered close to Fayt's ear.

Fayt yelped and crawled back further on his bed, feeling very afraid. "What do you want? Who are you? I can't see you."

"I only want to ask you one question. WHY THE HELL DID YOU MOVE AWAY!"

Fayt blinked. "Albel? Why are you invisible?"

"I'm not Albel. My name is Arbel."

Fayt shook his head. "Something weird is going on. I'm hearing voices that sound like Albel. My guilt must be driving me crazy."

"Oh, I'm not just a voice. I'm very real. I'll prove it to you." Invisible hands yanked off Fayt's pajama shirt and placed two very hot palms on his chest.

Fayt squirmed away, feeling like his skin was catching on fire. "What are you trying to do, brand me?" he demanded.

The voice chuckled. "No, but I'll be glad to claim you another way."

Fayt opened his mouth to protest, but was cut off by lips pressing against his and a hot tongue exploring the inside of his mouth. Strangely, the action seemed to calm Fayt and assure him that he was dealing with something real. Fayt sighed contentedly and let his eyes drift shut.

"Good, Fatyed's home," Arbel purred.

"Who's Fatyed?" Fayt murmured dreamily.

"Not who, what."

"Okay then. What's Fatyed?"

"You are."

"Are you calling me an it?" Fayt asked indignantly.

"No, Fatyed's part of your personality. Fatyed's a spirit that lives inside of you. Most people don't consider spirits to be he or she but only it. But Fatyed and I are both spirits, so that makes me an it too."

"You're not making any sense," Fayt growled.

"I know. I'm going to explain it to you, but it looks like I'll have to be tangible. I don't know when you became so cynical. You used to trust me."

"How can I trust you when I don't even know you?" Fayt demanded.

"You know Albel, so you know me. I'm pretty much what makes Albel who he is. If you trust Albel, you can trust me."

Fayt nodded. "Yeah, you act a lot like what I imagine Albel to act like now that he's grown up. He always struck me as the violent and horny type."

"I suppose that's true. And since you care about Albel, you can come back to visit him and help take care of his-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," said Fayt. "Hold on. I'm living in another country now. I can't just drive across town and go visit him."

"No problem. I'll get you a plane ticket."

"What? Why would you do something like that for me? I can't let you do that. I barely know you."

"Why shouldn't I? It's a gift. I'm allowed to give my love a gift. And you better accept it or I'll stuff you in the cargo hold."

Fayt ignored Arbel's threat and frowned. "Since when am I your love? I barely know you."

"Didn't I already tell you I was Albel?" Arbel growled. "Oh wait, more explanations. Let me get the book."

Without warning, a large ancient book of mythology was dropped next to Fayt's bed. He leaned over to pick it up and when he straightened back up, the man from his dream was standing before him, wearing a maroon tunic with a his hooded cape over his head and wrapped around him. He smiled and placed a red gloved hand on top of the book. "I look like Albel, don't I?"

Fayt looked surprised. "Yes, you do."

Arbel settled onto the bed behind Fayt and glanced at the book over Fayt's shoulders. "Albel was named after me, you know. Open the book, Fayt."

Fayt opened the book and with a gentle breath from Arbel, the pages turned before settling on two pages right across from each other. One was a picture of Arbel with the caption "Arbel the Flamewaker" and the other was a picture of a boy that looked like Fayt with the caption "Fatyed the Icewalker".

Fayt turned his head to look at Arbel, who was smiling contentedly. "See? It's us."

"I do understand. This is a mythology book. How could it deal with us?"

Arbel sighed heavily and pushed back his hood. He rubbed a finger over a small flame drawn on his forehead. "We were once gods, I suppose. It seems so long ago now, like it never actually happened. Fatyed and I were in love, but we could never be together. Fire and ice don't mix. So we gave up our immortality to be born as humans, so we could be lovers. Your parents, well, your original parents….named you after Fatyed and Albel's original parents named him after me. That way, our spirits could enter the bodies. Unfortunately, our love has been mostly written out of mythology by people who believe it was immoral and the stories have changed. But it used to be that we were highly regarded as great tragic lovers."

"What kind of crap is this?" Fayt growled. "I am not a god."

"No," Arbel admitted. "Not anymore. My memory of my time as an immortal is fading. Pretty soon, all that will remain is memories from my past human lives."

"Past lives? Bullshit! First you tell me you're a spirit, then a god, then a reincarnated being. How stupid do you think I am?"

"Listen to me," Arbel snarled. "We've been reincarnated together over and over again and I'm not going to let this time slip away. Just because you were reincarnated two years late, the whole cycle is messed up! I've had to wait 10 years to see you again and all I get is attitude. It would have only been 5, but that year, you were busy moving to England and Albel was blowing his brains out on crack."

"Why couldn't you visit any time you wanted to?"

Arbel sighed, his anger leaving him. "Every five birthdays, as long as we are separated, I'm allowed to go searching for you."

"My birthday was yesterday," Fayt scoffed.

Arbel smirked. "Nope. In Albel's time zone, it's still yesterday, so I can still visit. Now, stop stalling. You need to go visit Albel today. I'm giving you an hour to pack and then you better get on the plane." He slipped a plane ticket into the book as a marker and handed it to Fayt. "Study this and learn about yourself. Now, I have to get back to Albel's body." Arbel began fading until he was once again invisible and then he was gone.

"Damn," Fayt muttered. "I've got to get out of here."