Time to Burn

Keeper: This is my first fic so please be nice. puppy eyes It will eventually be a Ran/Ken fic. There will be some Schuldig/Ken action. Meaning this is yaoi so if you don't like guy/guy action or are offended, there's the back button. There will be bad language and this is also an AU.

Kat-Goddess: Why would anyone read this crap?

Keeper: That wasn't very nice! pouts

Kat-Goddess: So what's your point?

Keeper: bleh! As you people know, I don. . . I don't. . . I can't do it! Mist will you do the disclaimer? breaks down crying

Mist: sighs My Keeper does not own any of the characters nor will she ever.

dreams

/thoughts/

"talking"

"Kase are you here?" A brunette asked as he entered a warehouse.

"Over here Ken." The one that was called Kase answered.

Ken walked over to where he had heard his lover's voice coming from near some crates.

"Why did you ask me to come here?" He asked his dark haired companion.

"There was something that I needed to talk to you about." Kase replied.

"What is it? Is there something wrong?" Ken asked.

"Yes, actually there is."

"What is it? You know that you can tell me anything." The brunette said getting worried. He was getting a bad feeling about this, he had always trusted his instincts and now they were telling him something wasn't right.

"Well," Kase said coming closer to the young soccer player to caress his cheek. "The problem is you."

Ken wasn't even expecting it, one moment one of the people that he loved most was caressing his cheek and the next moment he had punched him, knocking him down from the force of the blow. His instincts were now screaming at him that something was wrong and he needed to get out of there! He brought his hand up to where his lover had hit him on the jaw and stared at him. He couldn't understand why Kase had hit him, he hadn't done anything wrong. Right?

"W. . .why did you hit me? Did I do something wrong? If I did I'm sorry."

"Yes, you did something wrong." He said coming to knell in front of Ken.

"What did I do wrong?"

"Everything."

"I don't understand."

"I hate you!"

"What do you mean?" He asked his lover not sure if he heard right.

"Everyone loves you. No one notices me!"

"That's not true!"

"YES IT IS!" He screamed at Ken. "It's always 'Look it's Ken, he's so great.' 'Ken is so cute.' 'Ken is the best player on the team.' 'Did you see Ken win the game?' 'Ken this! Ken that! What about me?"

"Kase. . ."

"I'll never be recognized with you around and that is why I have to get rid of you now."

"Why Kase? I love you. . ." Ken pleaded but was cut off.

"No you don't, you broke off half of our dates because something came up with that bitch!" He said through clenched teeth. He then punched Ken in the jaw again causing him to fall on his back.

Ken got up slowly rubbing his jaw, he couldn't believe that his lover actually hated him because of something as trivial as being good at soccer. Ken thought he was good at soccer but he didn't think that he was great at it like everyone claimed him to be.

"I never knew you felt that way. I'll leave you alone." Ken said backing towards the door.

"I don't think you understand Ken," Kase said ginning as he stood up. "When I said I was going to get rid of you, I meant that I was going to kill you."

Suddenly someone grabbed Ken from behind and held him so he could not get away. The dark haired teen came over to stand in front of him still grinning. The young athlete sensed movement to his left, he turned to look and saw two men walking towards them. The two men were obviously body builders, they looked like they didn't have any necks, they were so big. The two men came to stand on either side of Kase making it so that Ken could not get away even if he wanted to. His instincts were now in overdrive, screaming even louder than before if it was possible, making it hard for him to concentrate.

The man on Kase's left had short blond hair and brown eyes. He grinned at the younger man and crossed his arms or at least tried to. His muscles were so big that they got in the way so he couldn't cross his arms properly. The other man had blond hair to his shoulders and also had brown eyes. He looked like the other man so Ken assumed that they were brothers. Instead of crossing his arms like his 'brother' they hung loosely at his sides and his face was blank and unreadable.

"Well Ken," Kase said as he stopped smiling at the goalie. "It was nice while it lasted."

This time the brunette saw the fist coming but he could not avoid it because of the man holding him from behind. The fist smashed into his stomach, he would have doubled over but the man behind him tightened his grip keeping him up.

"Have fun boys, but remember not to kill him. I want him to suffer." Kase stated to the three men and then walked away.

Ken stared at his supposed lover in disbelief. Kase had said that he wanted to kill him but he told the three body builders not to kill him? That didn't make any sense. What difference did it make if these guys killed him? What was Kase planning?

The goalies thoughts were interrupted when the man with short hair began punching him. Soon the other one joined in. They were beating him so badly that he didn't notice when the man that had been holding him, dropped him and started beating him also. The beating seemed to last an eternity, he barely heard when Kase called the three body builders off. The black haired teen came to stand in front of the battered body of the brunette lying on his side. He stood there staring down at Ken for some time, he finally moved and came back to stand in front of the athlete again with something in his hands. Kase tipped it over Ken letting the liquid splash on him.

/It burns! Why does the water burn my cuts?/ Ken thought and then his eyes widened in realization. It wasn't water, it was gas! /Gods he wouldn't do that would he?/

After Kase was satisfied the soccer player was dowsed enough with the gas, he began to make a trail from the battered body of his once lover to the door. Once he got to the door he tossed the container away and pulled a book of matches out of his pocket.

"Don't worry Ken," Kase said as hestruck a match. "That little bitch will be joining you shortly."

Kase started to laugh and dropped the match. The gas caught fire instantly, rushing down the path towards Ken. Kase turned and left, the three men following him.

"NO!" Ken yelled as he realized what the black haired soccer player had said. The fire finally reached Ken, setting his clothes a blaze.

/No! I can't let him kill her too!/ Ken thought as he struggled to get up.

Ken bolted up from his bed barely managing to suppress a scream. He rubbed his hands over his face whipping the sweat off his face. Panting and covered in sweat from the nightmare or rather the memory he just had, he willed himself to calm down.

/Damn! It's been three years since that happened/ The goalie thought and then growled. /Gods it's so fucking hot!/

The assassin looked over at his clock and groaned as he read the glowing red numbers that seemed to proudly state that it was 3:37 at night.

/Might as well take a shower since I'm not gonna get back to sleep tonight./ Sighing he got out of bed heading towards the door. He stepped out into the hallway closing his door behind him walking over to the closet, he grabbed a towel and proceeded into the bathroom.

The brown haired assassin flicked the light on and then had to shut his eyes from the blinding light.

"Should have left the damn lights off." He growled to himself.

When his eyes finally adjusted to the light he walked over to the shower, tossing his towel on the toilet seat. He cranked the cold water on all the way and stepped in. He wasn't sure how long he stood there just letting the cold water pour over him, it felt so good on his over heated body. He finally got around to washing his hair and then his body. The brown eyed youth stood there for a few more minutes before he finally turned off the water and got out to dry himself off.

"Damn. I forgot to grab another pair of boxers. Well no one else is up." Ken said wrapping the towel around his waist. He was just about to grab the door knob when he sensed movement on the other side of the door.

/Fuck someone is up!/

The bugnuk wielder quickly put on his boxers and wrapped the towel around his shoulders hiding his burn scars. Before he opened the door he turned off the light, after all he didn't want anyone to see them, because then they would ask how he got them and that was NOT something that he wanted to talk about. He took a deep breath and opened the door. Ken stood in the doorway in shock, he had not expected Aya, of all people to be up.

"Aya what are you doing there?" Ken asked nervously as he clutched the towel tighter around his shoulders making sure the scars were covered.

"Waiting to use the bathroom." He replied dryly.

"Oh"

Aya stood there waiting for Ken to move, when he didn't Aya crossed his arms over his chest and arched an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Are you going to move so I can get in there?"

"Oh. . . uh. . . yeah right sorry." Ken stammered and quickly brushed past Aya, practically running to his room. He missed the confused look that the redhead gave him.

Keeper: Wow Ken sure does like saying the 'd' word a lot.

Mist: I really don't blame him, I would be like that too.

Keeper: I guess. I hope you guys liked it please review!

Kat-Goddess: Who would like this? And you want to be an author.

Mist: Be nice to my Keeper.

Kat-Goddess: I don't have too.

Mist: growls Be nice anyways.

Kat-Goddess: looking nervous I think I hear Sephiroth-sama calling me runs off

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