(A/N: After seeing Ken grow-up at P4U2, I wanted to write a story about him and Minako. This is a pretty short prologue but things will pick up soon. For some reason, this story feels close to my heart. I want to write it for as long as I can.)

Ken Amada could not believe his eyes at the sight of his beloved tainted in her own blood.

It had been a warm Summer evening when he and Minako decided to set out for dinner. There wasn't much food in the dorm after everyone decided to hold a party in celebration of their vacation so the couple decided it would be best to eat out for the meantime. As they were walking hand-in-hand, they noticed how the fireflies sparkled across the park. Children's laughter blasted from every corner of the streets. The humid air caused them to sweat a bit more than usual but the ice-cream they ate together more than made up for all of it. This year marked the second year they've known each other. In the first Summer they met, Ken would blush easily and feel uncomfortable whenever they'd be seen together and each time their fingertips would touch. Nowadays, the instance was no longer new to him but he still savoured each and every single moment. He fell in love with Minako with his entire being in spite of their 6 year age gap. And time and time again, their feelings for each other would be tested but the young boy - who was far mature for his age - had faith in it. He knew he had meant the person just for him.

His love for Minako was all he knew.

"Do you love me back, Minako-san?"

"You always ask that!"

"Just tell me again. It would ease me to hear your words once more."

"Okay, okay. But this is the last time! I love you."

"I love you more."

At a slight second, everything turned upside down.

"Ken! Watch out!"

"M-m-m-m-minako!?" Ken cried out, his voice desperate in every sense of the word. Ken just offered to buy her a cool soda when he felt a strong tug from his elbow and was sent flying to the sidewalk. Everything went by too fast for his brain to comprehend. Now, an image of her with bruises and cuts paralyzed him into fear. Blood was everywhere. There stood a truck beside her. Anger, sadness and frustration inched its way in his head. "MINAKO!" He ran all the way to her direction pushing aside every bystander who stood in his way. "Please wake-up! Don't leave me!" Minako laid in front of him, her skin turning paler by the second. The impact left her without consciousness.

"K... en? Are... you...?" Minako tried to speak with every bit of courage.

"Yes, I'm fine! Open your eyes and keep awake! Please! Help will come soon!"

"All is well... as long as you are... safe..." she uttered one last time before a period of darkness consumed her.

"SOMEBODY HELP!"

Ken didn't know it would be the last time he would hear her voice for 8 years.