Title: Colder than ice, but sweeter than I

Pairing: Ken x Minako

Persona 3 Portable (Since Ken has grown and we see that he is older now…we should give back his sweet, sweet dear Minako; takes place in…holy shit, I just played this game and I forgot the name LOL forgive me guys) And they need some lovin'

Chapter one: Brighter than the star…

The boy combed his hair up, exposing his bare forehead. He diped his long, slender hands into the pot of room-temperature gel and slicked his thick brown hair away from his face. Eyeing the mirror once more, the boy smiled in relief, proud that he could look so damn good even without his signature hairstyle. He grabbed his school bag and scurried out of his little apartment. He checked the lock one more time before running to school.

Ken Amada was more than your run-of-the-mill sixteen year old hormonal teenager. He had "adult" responsibilities and thus did not choose to partake in sex or smoking. His friends always bragged about bangin' the next chick, but Ken never fancied the idea of screwing any of the girls at his school. Of course, pretty boy Ken attracted an audience when he entered high school. He participated in student council, the health committee, and soccer (football, but I'm a dumbass American). Since he lived alone, dear Mitsuru decided to pay for his apartment and other undertakings. He was determined to stop depending on adults, so he brought it upon himself to working every weekend. Sometimes, Aki and Shinji visited him and cooked him some healthy and hearty meals because Shinjiro could not let the kid starve. They just loved him too damn much, but Ken knew those two were still mourning. Even with so much change, Ken was still the same ten year old boy you knew. He liked black coffee, omelet with fried rice, milk, spears, orange jackets, a dog named Koromaru, and…that beautiful girl with bright red eyes. He would be lying to himself if he said he never stopped thinking about her.

She was so sweet to him. Her smile was contagious and her voice was heavenly. She never looked down on him and waited for him. He remembered. She promised that she would wait for him, even if they were six years apart. The little crush he had eventually blossomed into love. And maybe, she really loved him too. He never took it upon himself to have high expectations of those older than himself. He knew too damn well that adults could be colder than the fucking ice in his carbonated drinks. But, he wanted something to look forward, to keep pushing him on. She was the one he could lean on. She took him to his favorite stores and cooked him his favorite foods, but he never felt good enough for her. He couldn't return all the thanks because he was too young to do anything. So, he hated himself for it. All he wanted was for her to wake up and come back to him, but would she come to him? Was she really one-hundred percent his. Could he trust her to hold his heart, even when he knew she was very precious to everyone, especially Aki and Shinji? However, it didn't matter because he wasn't going to lose. He loved her so much. He loved-

"Ken? Hey dude, wake the hell up. It's lunch."

Ken rose from his nap and wiped the salvia dripping from the edge of his mouth. He rubbed his eyes and yawned before settling into the gaze of his friend.

"Oh man dude. You look like shit. What did you drink last night?" His annoying blonde friend asked.

"I'm just tired." Ken replied, masking his annoyance.

"Well, we have practice today, but you don't have to go. I know you're busy and you're so damn good, but that little horde of fangirls you carry is pretty cool. It's nice having chicks cheer for you, especially in those short skirts. I'm jealous." The boy laughed.

Ken got up from his seat and grabbed his bag. "I'll see if I can make practice today. Just keep working hard." Ken quickly flashed his friend a smile before rushing out of the classroom. He ran to the restroom, stopping everyone so often to say hello.

Inside the stall, Ken checked his new messages. He always gets spam or love confessions because somehow the whole school knew his number, but he only opens one.

From: Akihiko Sanada

Tomorrow's the get together at Shinji's restaurant. Don't forget. (insert smiley face)

….Ken decides to go straight home instead of going to soccer practice.

However, the lovable teenager was stuck doing cleaning work for sick students. Ken couldn't say no to the teacher. The old ass teacher kept going on and on about how great Ken was at school and how he was such a good role model. Basically sucking up to Ken. The young boy had no other choice. He spent two hours mopping, dusting, spraying, and scrubbing several classrooms. He should have just went to soccer practice, but Ken didn't mind. He liked his school clean.

"I guess today's just not my lucky day." He sighed, gathering all his items.

He quietly walked down the hallway toward the entrance, while humming and thinking to himself. He wondered what the gang would discuss about tomorrow. It was nice seeing everybody together and friendly. It was rare for the group to get together because they all had different schedules. Shinji will cook…Mitsuru usually brings us all cards…Akihiko senpai buys me stuff and gives me advice….Junpei is the mood maker…well, what should I bring? I don't want to go empty handed.

He pushed open the door and felt the cold breeze. "Wow, it's chilly." He quickly glanced at his watch. And it's five thirty already. I really need to get home.

He took a deep breath and proceeded to run straight for the gates. He carried himself at five miles per hour with a backpack full of junk in the back and wind at twenty-five. He let himself go and momentarily closed his eyes. It was as if it wasn't running, but he didn't know what was making him this way. Suddenly, he felt himself slowing down…and this pain fell all over him. The pain of crashing into somebody and falling…it really did fucking hurt.

"Oh shoot! What the heck happened…" He lost his breath. He reached for his aching head and clenched it…he clenched it so hard.

His body was sprawled on top of a soft, small figure. It smelled like strawberries and milk…something familiar. His fingers slightly brushed over the figure's neck and then it gasped. He heard a soft murmur. Her voice sounded so nice.

"Um, well I, I'm kinda," she stuttered, her voice shaky, "I'm sorry." Her voice was low and breathy.

Ken, embarrassed, lifted his head, facing the girl's face, and apologized. "No, I'm really sorry! I, I wasn't watching and in the end, I hurt you…I'm really sorry." He tried his best to calm himself.

He opened his eyes. It was met with bright ruby eyes. He looked down and noticed her soft pink lips…er, her gekkoukan uniform. Suddenly, his face turned red and he immediately brought himself up. He was definitely embarrassed. She probably caught him checking her out.

He abruptly spoke up. "I'm truly sorry for that, but it's really late and I wasn't watching. School ended two hours ago." He hid his face away from her.

The small girl got up and dusted her skirt. She smiled at the boy's apology.

"I'm so glad to see you…Ken-kun." The way his name left her lips…it definitely could not be. But no…Ken was sure she died. He remembered the time she closed her eyes. They were at the rooftop of Gekkoukan. She said she was tired and everyone remembered. He was so angry at himself for not remembering. But, that was March fifth…2009. It was 2015 and he was sixteen now. No, this is just an illusion. Everyone knows me. I'm Ken Amada. She's probably just a classmate…with big, red eyes.

The air was quiet and the wind silent. He was too deep in thoughts to notice…

"Oh, I'm sorry. You're probably scared of me. But, you do remember me…right? I used to always make you omelets and watched Neo Featherman with you every Friday and Saturday night…unless we were busy at Tartarus. You said you were-"

"Don't say anything." He interrupted, turning around and facing the girl.

"I know this has to be a dream. I probably hit a pole and now I can't snap out of it. Will you stop haunting my dreams all the time! Why do you keep on hurting me, huh? You act like it's no big deal, but I've gone through so much. We've all gone through so much because you passed away! We aren't the same. That sadness runs through all of our eyes. I just wanna be happy. I'm just sixteen years old." He felt an unbearable anger swelling inside of him and he just needed to vent. It really hurt, but needed to calm himself.

The figure stepped closer and closer until their faces were only inches apart.

It really was her.

She embraced the young boy and took in his scent.

"You're sixteen already? Six years have passed since I last saw you and now, you're finally catching up to me. You're so tall and skinny. And your hair…it has grown. I can't believe it Ken-kun. I really missed you." She embraced him tighter and he let her.

He reached for her long brown hair. It felt so real. Maybe she was really here with him now. Maybe he could finally articulate himself and confess…his true feelings for her. Ken was happy. He was now taller and bigger than her. She was kinda short. And it felt so good…her sweet words. He just wanted all of her.

"No, I'm just kidding myself. It can't be you…I saw you…you died right in my arms." He shivered.

She pushed him away and stared deeply into his eyes.

"I know it's hard for you to believe that I'm really here, but I am. This is me. I'm Minako! I'm not a fiction of your imagination. I'm really here with you…standing with you…hugging you." He noticed her cheeks turning a slight pink.

Ken brought his hands up to her face, softly brushing her pink cheeks. He grabbed her into another hug with his lips on top of her forehead.

"Are you sure I'm not really insane? Because you always drove me crazy." He sighed, taking in her sweet aroma.

"Well, I'm…cold. Ken-kun, I'm really cold." She blushed.

Ken pulled himself away and nodded. He picked up his bag and grabbed her small hands. "Let's go to my apartment."

Author's note: Hey, this is not proof readed yet and yes I am a heterosexual male and I write fancy stuff. I'm not sure if the dates are really right, but I'm not the brightest star in the sky. Tell me what you think. Please be gentle. Chapter two coming up? I don't know when. I'll post it if you'll want. Chapter two is much better. This is just a fluff mess, as this is my way to contribute to ken and minako. Peace xxxx