A Hot Chilly Night
Summary: Everyone knew Aya was dead. But doubts cloud Ken's mind when he heard the hoarse whisper of his lover one chilly yet sizzling night.
Warning: Yaoi and lemon live in this very fanfic. If you don't like them, I suggest you leave before you'd get addicted to it and you can't stop.
Prologue
"Die Walküre..." He managed to say. He was out of breath and in a difficult, painful state. He coughed out blood.
He lay in my arms, entangled in a hundred different emotions. Although pale, he was strikingly beautiful at that moment. But he was dying, and we all knew it.
He looked up at me, his eyes pleading with mine. "Die Walküre..." I nodded, and he smiled. Not a care for the world, even for Yohji and Omi behind, I leaned forward...and my lips brushed his. I felt love not lust as I realized tears were streaming down my cheeks.
"Ai shiteru."
He smiled again. "Ken..." Slowly, he closed his eyes, finally detaching himself from the grasps of life. All his pains and fears have all come to the end. He breathed his last. We couldn't do anything about it.
The rain began to pour, mixing with the big pool of blood. He was dead.
Ran Fujimiya was dead.
TBC.