Silent tears made their way down Cammy's cheeks as she stood in the soft grass.  She leaned on Guile, who was on her left, and had her fingers wrapped around Ken's, who stood on her right.  She listened without really hearing to the prayer the priest was saying.  A prayer for her mother.  After she checked out of the hospital, Guile brought her to his home.  It was there that she had learned her mother's cause of death.  Excessive bodily damage was what it was being called.  She wished she could have seen her mother one last time.  The last words she said to her had been a lie.  Cammy broke away from Ken and Guile's holds and walked towards her mother's casket.  As she placed her hand on it she silently spoke to her mother. I'm sorry for everything.  I love you.  A tear landed on her hand, which was soon covered by Guile's.

"Let's go home now."

           Cammy was physically and emotionally exhausted when she arrived back at Guile's home.  Jane quickly ran to her and pulled her into her embrace. 

"I'm sorry darling."

Jane was about a foot shorter than Guile with short, thin brown hair.  Her and Guile had been high school sweethearts. 

"Thanks Jane.  I'm pretty tired.  I think I'm going to lay down for a little bit."

"Alright dear."

Cammy entered the spare bedroom and locked the door behind her.  She took off her clothes and dressed herself in a loose nightgown Guile had brought her with a few of her other things.  The sheer gown was great because it wouldn't irritate the stitches on her side, which had been sore all day.  Sitting on the side of the bed, Cammy unbraided her hair and laid down under the soft covers.  It felt so good to be wrapped in their warmth.  Just as she was about to fall asleep, Cammy heard a knocking on the window.  She sat up only to see Ken outside the window.  I'm on the second floor!   Cammy ran quickly to the window and helped pull Ken inside, though she knew he didn't need it.

"What are you doing?!  You could have been hurt."

"I was just coming to make sure you were okay."

Once safely inside, Ken looked Cammy up and down and gave a little smirk.  In remembering her state of dress, an extreme flush came over her.  She hid her red face behind her hair.

"I'm sorry.  I was just so freaked out by you climbing the side of the house I forgot that I wasn't really dressed."

"Don't worry, I don't mind."

He pushed her hair behind her ears.  His words and actions made her blush even more.

"You know, this is the first time I have ever seen you with you hair down.  It's beautiful."

Cammy smiled.

"Thanks.  I inherited it from my D…"

Cammy let her voice trail off.

"Cammy, don't worry.  You are going to get him back."

"I know.  I'm, just tired of hoping he's going to be okay.  I just want him with me now.  I don't want to cry anymore.  There should be a limit on the number of time you can cry in a day."

Ken gave a short laugh and spoke as he seated himself on the side of the bed.

"Okay then.  How about you ask me a question."

Cammy sat next to him and placed her head on his shoulder.

"What made your family rich?"

"Banking, investing, marketing, all that boring stuff.  That's a reason I began to train.  I didn't want to become my father.  Not that he's bad, just I wanted excitement."

"Well it seems you have found it.  Why did you come to London?"

Cammy couldn't see Kens face, but she felt his expression change.

"I'm looking for someone."

"Who?"

Ken wrapped his arm around Cammy

"The person who killed my sensei."

"You know who he is?"

"Not really.  But I do know what he feels like.  Pure evil."

"Do you mind telling me what happened."

"I have never told anyone this, but I want to tell you.  I know you will understand."

Cammy placed her arms around Ken waist and curled her legs beneath her.

"Okay, go on."

"When I was little I was spoiled.  There is no other word for it.  When I saw my father's life, I decided I didn't want that.  So I told him I wanted more than anything in the world to become a fighter.  He gave me my wish.  I was nine when I took my first lesson.  With in a month I tired of the generic hour a week lessons and begged for more.  And of course it was immediately delivered in the form of a personal trainer.  After only a few weeks of training I had excelled so much that my trainer told my father I was very powerful and should have more special training.  It took a lot of begging but soon I was off to Japan all by myself.  The dojo was tiny, unfurnished, and had none of the modern conveniences that I had become accustomed to in my lush lifestyle.  But I loved it more than anything in the world.  There was another boy there, my age.  Ryu.  Even at such a young age he was totally focused.  And my sensei was such a good and wise man.  He was tough with us, but loving also.  Ryu and me were inseparable.  We trained day after day, month after month, year after year.  We were brothers in everyway but blood and my sensei was like a father to me.  I think I was the only person in the world who could make those two burst into fits of laughter.  And they were the only ones who could get me to focus on a task."

Ken looked up and laughed to himself and began again.

"As I said, we trained endlessly, and it was well worth it.  Sensei told us that we were going to be done with our training soon.  At least what he could teach us.  The rest would have to be learned through experience.  I'll never forget the last time Ryu, our sensei and me sat down to eat a meal together.  I was 17.  Ryu and me both told him that we felt the presence of a great evil.  He told us that it was nonsense and we were making something out of nothing.    Which we both knew was a lie.  But why.  Later that night, I woke to the sound of thunder.  I looked out the window but the sky was totally clear.  When I went out to investigate, Ryu was there too.  Together we searched the grounds for the source of the noise.  When we reached the tree line of the forest we saw our sensei.  He was beaten and bloody.  A large dark figure stopped above him.  I immidently ran to be at his side but Ryu caught me around the waist.  As I struggled with him trying to break his grip he told me that it wasn't my fight.  I was totally enraged.  I struck Ryu then, really struck him.  I screamed that I didn't care and I would not lose him.  I struggled so hard but could not break Ryu's hold on me.  Then all at once the world fell silent.  I felt it like a blow to the heart.  My sensei took his last breath."

Ken paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts.

"Ryu released me and walked away.  I couldn't understand him.  I ran to my sensei's side and gingerly touched his mangled body.  The man who had meant so much to me was gone.  I buried him and left Japan that next morning.  I was going to find that person who killed him.  Make them pay for taking him away from me."

Cammy looked up at Ken and touched his face.

"His death isn't all that bothers you.  You miss Ryu."

"I have though a lot about him.  And I know why he didn't fight.  But he didn't have to make the choice not to fight for me.  I'll see him again I know."

"We really do make a perfect couple."

"How so?"

"Both lost in tragedy.  At least we found each other to hold onto."

"We did, didn't we?"

Cammy stood, which left her looking down at Ken.  He raised his face to meet hers, his eyes glittered with unshed tears.  She knew he wouldn't dare let them fall from his eyes.  She had thought that with all that had happened his feelings would be different.  But staring into his face, with him close enough for her to touch, none of that mattered.  She trusted Ken.  She leaned over him, bending down to kiss his lips.  This first kiss was gentle, chaste even.  He made no move to touch her.  She kissed his forehead, hand combing through his long hair, so she could feel the warmth of him against her fingers.  She kissed his eyebrows, the tip of his nose, each cheek and finally his lips again.  He sighed, his breath pouring into her mouth.  Ken wrapped his arms around Cammy's back, hands hesitating at her waist, fingers slightly lower.  His hands jumped to her thighs, skipping all those questionable areas.  She put one leg on either side of his knees, which was made easy by the length of the nightgown.  Ken made a small sound of surprise.  He stared at her, eyes a deep drowning brown.  She raised his shirt off his stomach, running her hands along the bare flesh.  He raised the shirt over his head in one movement dropping it to the floor.  She pressed her face in the bend of his neck, breathing in the smell of his skin, their hair joining together to form a veil over her face.  She ran the tip of her tongue in a thin line of wetness down his neck, across his collarbone.  His hands kneaded the small of her back, sliding downward.  His fingers danced over her buttocks, then up her back.  She looked at his face again.  It was startlingly close.  His lips were soft, full.  She licked the edges of his mouth.  The kiss was quick and messy.  She wanted to run her mouth over other things.  He reached his hands under them hem of her nightgown, running his hands on her bare thighs and back.  The feel of his naked skin on places he'd never touched before made her shudder.  Ken weakly whispered.

"We have to stop now."

"What?"

She pushed a little back from him, enough to see his face.  Enough to breathe just a little.  Her hands were still playing with his hair, touching his bare shoulders.  She dropped her hands, made herself stop.  From the look of his face, the feel of his body, neither did he.  He repeated.

"We should stop now."

"Why?"

"Because if we don't stop now, we might not."

"Would that be such a bad thing?"

He almost said no.

"Maybe, yes."

"Why?"

"I don't want to take advantage of you."

"But I want to be with you."

"And I want to be with you too, but we can't rush into it.  We got to make sure we think it through."

"Alright."

Cammy got up from his lap and softly kissed his lips.

"Thank you."

Ken rose, picked up his shirt and headed toward the window.

"No! Just stay with me tonight."

"I don't know if I should."

"Please, I don't want to be alone."

Ken looked into her green eyes.

"Okay."

He took off his shoes and layed under the covers.  Cammy soon followed fitting her body in the curve of his.  She felt so good, so warm, so safe as she fell into a beautiful sleep.

Finally a happy chapter!  That was just for you kikoken =) I hope to have the next chapter soon!  Thanks for reading and please review!