Chapter 1

By Kaden Cegali

Summary: This is part 1 of 3. This is Aya and Ken's story. The blood of hundreds of people stain the Weiss boys' hands, all in the name of justice. Murderers don't deserve love…at least, that's what they think.

A/N: This is my very first yaoi. I would like to say that I love Aya/Ran and Ken. I just had the urge to write this and I hope you like it. I don't care if you review with flames. I'll just laugh at them. This is after the series, and before the OAV and Glxhen. Read and Review, please. I want to know what you think.

Disclaimer: I do not, under any circumstances, own Aya, Ken, Yohji, Omi, or anything else related to Weiss Kreuz. I love the anime, but still…

Adrenaline. The wonderful feel of blood rushing through his body, giving him strength. He raced down the narrow road with no care for the danger that he was in by doing so. This was what the bike was made for. To tear down clear roads, the speedometer dial teetering between 160mph and 180 mph, the engine purring. It was designed for this kind of activity. It always caused feelings that nothing he'd experienced so far could replicate.

A feeling of excitement came upon him that made him think that this must be what Aya felt when he went on a mission or had rescued his sister from §. His blood pumped and he closed his eyes, relishing in the feel of the wind blowing in his face and the fresh smell of the ocean it brought with it.

Ken raised his head to the clouds and laughed out loud, his joy showing. It had been so long since he had felt this kind of freedom and it was exhilarating. The troubles of the past still haunted him, but with the defeat of Schwartz and the elders of §, the four of them had had an easier time of hiding and keeping themselves concealed from their victims. They still received assignments from Kritiker, albeit strange ones.

Ken had had to get a new bike, having left his old one behind with his old life. He was even teaching soccer again, so it was easier for him to adapt. Soccer had always made him feel euphoric and relaxed, so, even though he couldn't actually play it with people who could give him a challenge, teaching little kids the game he loved so much gave him a sense of stability and security.

The four guys had opened up their own shop, selling flowers like they had before at the Koneko. Ken was surprised that he missed the floral shop every time he thought about it. He realized that he had enjoyed selling and delivering flowers. It had given him something to do when it was slow and the fan girls hadn't yet gotten out of school. But that was gone now. They wouldn't go back. Now, it was up to Sakura and Aya-chan to take care of the shop.

Today the shop was closed, so he had the day off and, since there were no missions in the near future, he had decided to take a ride along the roads in the country, determining that there would be less traffic so he could drive his bike and not worry about getting into any kind of trouble from cops. He pushed the motorcycle to its limit, trees, fences, and houses becoming one big blur out of the corner of his eye.

I wonder what the other guys are doing today. I know Yohji was going to go out again. Aya'll probably just work in the shop, and Omi is probably going to take this time to go back and visit Ouka's gravesite. I guess me and Yohji are the only ones doing something enjoyable. That's a bit surprising. But then again, Aya probably thinks that working is enjoyable. He sighed and opened his eyes briefly before closing them again. I just don't understand that guy. He's so…serious that it's just sickening. Makes me hurt just looking at him.

Their redheaded leader had remained just as stoic as ever, a bit of a disappointment to their more cheerful members. Having to leave Aya-chan behind, thinking that he was dead, seemed to have made him even more depressingly rude than before. But at least he didn't let it get in the way of their missions. If anything, he had become more efficient than ever. His sword skills had improved greatly and now he was even more of a force to be reckoned with.

He's one of the few guys that I know who are worth admiring. Too bad he's so damned anti-social; or a bloody marble statue. Serious son-of-a-bitch.. He even intimidates Yohji, and that's a hell of a thing to be able to accomplish.

Thinking of the blond playboy made Ken smile briefly. Though at times he could be overwhelmingly annoying, he had his good points. He had helped both Ken and Aya adapt easier to life without their normal routines at first, using his own way of distracting them until it became almost a normal occurrence. Aya and him couldn't actually thank him, considering they would have to admit to Yohji that he had done something significantly great, which would only boost the blonde's ego to an unbearable level. Ken shuddered at that thought. Yohji had a bad enough ego problem without them adding to it.

Since the defeat of §, the older man had adapted pretty well to being uprooted from his normal life. He had gone back to his normal, daily routine of being the playboy that all the customers seemed to love. But then again, he hadn't seemed to be that connected to the world around him before they left. All that remained in that area had been bad memories from his days as a P.I., days that he'd probably rather forget. Too bad the rest of them couldn't be like that.

Especially Aya and Omi. They've had it the worst of us because every huge mission we've had so far has had something to do with them, whether it was because of Aya-chan, or the Takatori's. I feel sorry for them.

Omi had been reasonably cheerful. Ouka and Shuichi's death had shook him to the core, but he had recovered as best as possible. Somehow, he had remained optimistic, as well as keeping the others from nearly killing Yohji (which had happened more than once since they'd started again. The blonde just couldn't seem to get that Aya did not like getting his hair teased/fluffed/cut/dyed/burned/tweaked/have random things put in it, and that Ken hated his things messed with, i.e. his soccer equipment and his weapons. He also learned pretty quickly that Ken really hated his clothing to be tampered with. Bright pink dye was not a good color for any of the guys, much less the one who wasn't very fond of the color). It was only on days like this that Omi actually went to visit Ouka's grave, as well as Suiichi's.

All of them had gotten through the initial change fairly well, but none of them were entirely recovered. But they were willing to keep it up if it kept their acquaintances from being targeted, like they had so many times before.

We're a family now, if you can call people who try to kill each other every other hour a family. But at least Aya stopped aiming for Yohji with his katana and the kitchen knives. Omi probably had a hand in that as well. He sighed, a smile playing on his lips. Even he could see the humor in messing with Aya's head once in a while. But unlike Yohji, he knew when to stop. It's not as bad as I thought. It's not as depressing as before.

His smile disappeared as he thought of the missions that had appeared when they had first went into hiding again. The guys had been increasingly sent on solo or doubles missions. Rarely was there a time when all four of them were assigned to go on a mission together, but none of them seemed to mind. Kritiker seemed to think that that was best, so, for the time being, they were going to go along with it. Life had been hectic enough without the four of them making it worse by arguing with their bosses over whether they could carry out their assignments as a group.

He opened his eyes to see that the road took a sharp curve, and Ken leaned on his bike to make the vehicle turn to accommodate the curve. He opened his eyes fully as he turned the corner. His eyes widened when he saw the truck coming. A huge 18-wheeler barreled towards him, dwarfing his bike from maybe twenty feet away. Ken swerved to miss the truck, hitting the railing of the curve and flying off his motorcycle. He flew through the air, looking back briefly to see the truck slam on its brakes and skid to a stop.

He hit the ground hard, knocking the breath out him. He gasped and rolled down the hill, hitting a sharp rock with his leg. A hiss escaped him, and he continued to roll. Pain shot through his temple and he blacked out briefly. He was panting heavily, unable to catch the air he had lost so easily. When he opened his eyes, he had slowed to a stop and what he could assume was the driver was standing over him, a panicked expression on his face.

"Son, are you okay? I didn't see you, kid! What were you doing racing down here so fast? Don't you know that's dangerous! That's not the point. You got a name, boy?" he asked frantically, shaking his shoulders lightly, causing the young man even more pain.

Ken opened his mouth to say something, but only his first name came out. He passed out soon after. Darkness consumed him as his eyes closed. Before unconsciousness completely took over, however, he thought, I am so screwed.