Author's Note: Thank you all for your words of encouragement! As promised, I have created a more Ken-centric side of the story to this fic!

I updated quickly, didn't I? I was so encouraged by the small amount of reviews I recieved, I made the second part of the fic. Don't know what I'm going to write next, it may take a while for my next fic to come out, but I hope everyone enjoys this one for a small while longer.

I would really appreciate feedback and reviews. Be as harsh or as gentle as you'd like. I may not have posted anything in a long while, but I'm not new to writing, so I guess my being rusty is hardly an excuse. I'd appreciate it all the same. Flames are also good as long as they are constructive and have some kind of basis and truth to them.

Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kruez (Knight Hunters), and I do not own the characters.

Warnings: Fluff, shounen-ai. Nothing too deep or serious. Little more angsty in here.

Pairing: SchuldichxKen.

Fic Note: The final part for this fic I'm considering is the other members of Weiss and how they might have taken Ken being missing. I'm not quite sure if that's overdoing the fic a little, and I would like reader feedback on that. I would prefer it if you signed in for your review, but I will also accept anonymous reviews for the moment. If the flaming gets out of hand and is not constructive, then I will change my review options back to verified reviews only.

Restitution: Ken

He knew he was probably the most nervous of them all on this mission. Mostly because he was the least likely to survive of the three Weiss members out on their current mission, because he was the one that had the most to lose. It would have been a lot less complicated for Ken if he had never gotten so involved with Schuldich. It would have been so much simpler if he had remained just like the other three members of Weiss. If he had just remained the idiotic klutz of a flower boy that he had been, and stuck to only being with friends. Then he knew that even if he died, he wouldn't be missed as terribly. He wouldn't be letting anyone down. He would have just been given a funeral with honors for doing what he was supposed to have been doing, his job.

Ken was probably the one most dreading his final fate in this mission. Persia had been very clear, each of them were to be left on their own. To rendevouz later would completely throw the mission into jepoardy for two reasons. The first being that the hassle of having to meet up with a partner after a successful kill would lead to probably the target's favor, enhancing their chances of escape. The other being, that if outnumbered by quite the sum, in this mission in a foreign country, it was better to lose one than two or even all of them. Weiss was not an organization fond of hiring its assassins. In fact, Weiss would rather keep its secret contained from the world, and keep only those worthy and capable of bearing such secrets and burdens. It was less of a pain for Weiss and even the world, to replace just one member rather than all three. In the possible event that all three would perish, however, Persia also made it clear to the four of them that Omi would have to stay behind-much to the youth's dismay.

Ken was usually never nervous for his missions with the other members, even if he was without the help of Schwarz, or even his lover, Schuldich. However, this time proved to be very different. This time, Manx nor Persia had given them any sign of the option to be 'in' or 'out' of the mission, as they had always been provided before. This mission was mandatory. It was also a high-risk mission, as the file they were given was labeled. And this was one of those rare cases where the members of Weiss were not properly informed of why exactly they had to assassinate these three figures, they only knew that they had to be eliminated. Ken knew better than to question Persia's motives. He had already been confronted with this dillema before, where Manx had simply stated that if he truly doubted Persia and his motives, then it was all over for Ken. He would be of no more use to Weiss. In fact, she even hinted that Ken may even end up being the next target, if that being the case based on the sole reason that he knew far too much. Though everyone knew that Ken was probably going to be the least likely to speak of and reveal Weiss in any case, he was just not that kind of person-but the fact that there was a probable chance that he just might would be reason enough for Persia to show no mercy.

The worst part of it all was, he hadn't been able to tell Schuldich properly of what exactly was going on before he had left.

His wonderful Schuldich had asked him, as they lay in bed, why Ken was so afraid of the mission that Ken had finally found the courage to even mention to his lover the morning before the actual mission. The very day before he would take off. It was either now or never. Schuldich would have to know and be prepared to live without him, should he not survive. He frowned inwardly, as he couldn't find the words to even begin to express his feelings, let alone the mission itself.

There was a silence that seemed to go on too long between them, until Ken felt Schuldich release him, much to his anguish. This only seemed like a bad omen to him, of a time to come. A time where the darkness would invite him, and he would be all alone in Hell. That's what Hell was, wasn't it? A place where you would never find peace, happiness or even the one you love again. A place so dark you wouldn't be able to see your hand in front of your own face. A place so cold that you would silently dream of Earth. A place more colorful than Hell, maybe even by chance-less painful.

He suddenly smelled smoke. Ken was thrown into a panic, it was as if his thoughts of a smoking, billowing Hell was actually coming to life to take him down. Then realizing it was only Schuldich smoking the smokes that Ken disliked so much, he found himself shaking uncontrollably with tears of relief and a bit of anger mixed with slight annoyance that Schuldich had chosen now to smoke.

He felt Schuldich's concern in his mind, and heard a small sizzle of Schuldich putting out the damned cigarette. Soon he was showered with kisses. It helped, but Ken was still worried. Schuldich's not knowing his situation, their situation, bothered Ken very much. It bothered him even more when he heard Schuldich joking about how he was acting like the world was falling apart. He didn't find that very funny at all, especially since the good-natured joke of his not-so-serious lover seemed to hit too close to home for comfort. He needed to tell Schuldich. It was now or never.

"I'm scared, Schu..." was all Ken managed to spit out.

He could tell he was driving his older lover to his wits end, trying to avoid looking into Ken's mind, Ken's soul-just to see what he was thinking. At this moment, Ken just wished that Schuldich just would. It would have made things so much simpler.

Simplicity, however, was a concept that didn't seem to agree with Ken when Ken needed simplicity the most.

Ken couldn't stand the frustration this situation was giving him. Why was it, that he couldn't express what was needed to express? He had never hidden anything, and especially nothing like this, from Schuldich before. So why now? And why this particular burden? Shouldn't they be going through this together? Why only him? Why only him now, knowing that it will hurt Schuldich far more later, because Ken was now cheating Schuldich-for the first time-of the truth?

There was only one answer to that. Ken was afraid. Ken was afraid that even if he told Schuldich, he wouldn't even be able to come back. If he told Schuldich, his lover would probably insist on following him and helping him, and possibly dying for him. Ken never had much reason to kill. But if he was forced to kill or watch Schuldich be killed, he would blame no one but himself. He would insist on taking on the burden of innocent blood. He would insist on paying the price, even if it wasn't his to pay. Ken knew he was being very selfish in not telling Schuldich, but he loved the German too much. He needed the German too much.

He needed a reason to come back, even if it wouldn't be enough for him to come back-due to only his natural lack of aggression. He needed something to come back to. It was damn selfish of him to force Schuldich who was so unsuspecting into a corner such as this one, and Ken knew it, and Ken was sorry for it. But Ken wasn't sorry enough that he felt that he was able to tell Schuldich about it.

Ken bitterly realized that Youji had been right after all. For once, the playboy had managed to say something close enough to the truth. Ken would be better off not telling Schuldich anything about the mission, to let Omi handle the questions later, if suspicion arose. Because Ken wouldn't have the gall to do it. The blonde playboy had been so right.

Ken gripped the arm rests at his side so tightly during an unexpected turbulence that his knuckles were turning white. Everything about him was pale and sickly, causing Youji and Aya some concern. They disliked the fact that Ken would have to fight a seperate mission alone, and they further disliked how unprepared Ken was for this moment, which was very unlike Ken. Usually, even in his most nervous of moods, Ken would never reveal how scared he really was about these missions. This time, however, was proving very very different. That is the fact the older two members of Weiss did not seem to settle with too well.

Ken, oblivious to everything around him, found himself rummaging frantically in one of his side pockets, and pulling out a slightly crumpled picture on a piece of paper. A source of comfort. A picture of him and Schuldich both smiling at a camera, and Ken looking like he's on the verge of tears. The picture was very recent. In fact, it was of earlier that morning.

He had no memory of Schuldich to take with him. No memory to take with him to battle, no memory for the grave, Ken realized. With realization came a new prospect. He jumped out of bed and began attempting childishly to push Schuldich out of bed, pouting all the while.

"Come on, Schu! I just got the best idea!" he had said excitedly.

Schuldich had looked at him completely confused, but rightfully so-after all, Ken had just broken down crying, then looked very upset, and refused to share much information all in one go. The last being a huge first in their usually very close and intimate relationship. "What is it?" Schuldich had asked with caution.

"Let's go out, Schu! I want to watch a movie and eat ice cream and stuff. You know, we haven't been able to do that for a while", he had looked at Schuldich expectantly.

Shuldich had seemed to think about it for only a few seconds before smiling too. He ruffled Ken's hair. "Aa. For you, kitten? Why not..."

That morning, Schuldich denied him nothing. Ken dragged him to the movies, to the mall for shopping, and he got his ice cream. To wrap of the day, Ken had taken Schuldich to a picture making machine. "Come on, Schu!" he had said, "I want a new picture of us together!"

To that, Schuldich had agreed. Ken let Schuldich pick the background they would be in. After choosing a heart, Ken leaned on Schuldich's shoulder for the picture, and Schuldich had an arm around Ken, placing his head on top of Ken's. When the picture printed, Ken had been looking at it excitedly. He took it, showed it to Schuldich, and then looked at it again for a longer while. Ken had felt Schuldich's hand on his shoulder, questioning his contemplation minutes later. "What is it, pet...?"

Ken felt like he was going to break down crying, but he refused to leave Schuldich in tears. He turned and smiled, "Can I keep this, Schu...?"

Schuldich started laughing at him, ruffling his hair. Ken blushed, he didn't understand. Schuldich must've sensed this, and kissed Ken on the forehead. "You're too cute, Ken..." he explained, "So beautiful...I don't think you know."

Ken smiled. He loved it when Schuldich complimented him. It was different from when other people complimented him. Schuldich's compliments always fluttered his heart. Ken supposed it was love. Ken looked outside the mall, and frowned a bit. It was getting dark. "Schu..." Ken looked up at his lover, "What time is it?"

Schuldich had blinked for a moment, laughed at the question for a reason Ken could never seem to understand-Schuldich seemed to love laughing at his questions; and he checked his watch. "7:43, love", was his answer.

"7:43..." Ken murmered. He was going to be late.

Ken wrapped his arms around Schuldich's neck. "Schu...?"

"Yes...?"

Ken smiled. "Time to go. I have to meet at the flower shop for the mission by 8."

Schuldich looked disappointed. "So soon, my love?" he was unbearably close for Ken now.

Ken blushed. "Y-yes..."

To Ken's surprise, instead of a kiss, Schuldich lifted him up. "Schu! What are you doing!"

Schuldich was laughing at him. "I'll take you to the flower shop, love."

"Really?"

He gave Ken a light peck on the cheek. "Really."

The plane landed. Aya and Youji looked at Ken worriedly. The boy had quickly put the photograph away and was now sitting with his eyes closed. Ken was trying to relax...but all he kept seeing was Schuldich in his mind. The lover he felt that he had betrayed by coming here without saying anything. The one he felt that he was now in the process of lying a very long lie to. A situation in the opinion of the other Weiss, was not his fault, but in the end they couldn't stop Ken from blaming himself for the way things were going. Ken was too sensitive a person in that regard.

Youji was the one to walk up to Ken, placing a hand gently on Ken's shoulder, which seemed to startle the boy because he gave a jump and his eyes had shot open. Youji gave Ken one of his cocky smiles, an action Ken found extremely annoying most times. "Hey, you can't be so nervous, Ken."

Ken showed the expected reaction of annoyance at Youji's trademark smile and the suave tone. "I know...I know!" he snapped.

"Good", came Aya's cold voice from behind of them. The man was already prepared in his assassin attire.

"It's time to go. Youji, Ken. We all know our targets?"

"Yeah", Youji drawled. Ken merely nodded in response.

Aya looked back and forth critically at them, moreso at Ken. "All right then...remember...we're all on our own...we all know our escape routes that are prepared?"

They knew. Ken was to go by a helicoptor that was going to be provied, Aya would be taken back home by a ship, and Youji was going to be taken back home by private jet. Aya was in business mode now. "All right. Now that we're here...let's go find what we're looking for."

They all split. Ken got off the plane a little more composed outside, but he was still very unsure on the inside. It was time to find his target.

Schuldich had dropped him off at the flower shop, as he had promised. He was about to leave when Ken decided to stop him. He wrapped his arms behind Schuldich's waist. "Schu...I love you!"

Schuldich had frozen then, like he always did. Ken expected as much. He buried his face in his lover's back, desperately needing to tell Schuldich the truth. This was the very last chance he had to say anything himself, but Schuldich wasn't making the situation any easier. Somehow they ended up kissing, and Schuldich eventually took off for their home, leaving Ken to watch him go and beat himself up inside. He had eventually gone inside, and down into the basement of the shop, where the other members of Weiss would be waiting.

Youji was the closest to the stairs, leaning on the same pole smoking, like he always did. "Did you tell him...?" the older man had drawled out.

Everyone was looking at him for his answer. When Ken shook his head, they didn't seem like they had much to say to him. Ken ended up just sitting on the couch, numb. Manx was trying to clear up the finer details of the assignment, while the other three members of Weiss tried to give Ken silent comfort. He didn't feel any better, but he gave his friends credit for at least trying.

Late night, on the tenth day on the mission, Ken had found his target. He was most unfortunate. What Persia had forseen as a possibility was now reality. Ken was eventually and unknowingly quickly surrounded by almost thirty people, including the target himself. Kingpin of some drug ring that was forcing children to do dirty jobs to earn money.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." the target snickered at him, "Little kitty's got himself in a tight corner...!"

Ken clenched his fists, almost about ready to reveal his weapon. No one was allowed to call him a kitten except for the one man that he loved. He was going to make this man pay for the children he hurt, and the nickname. Ken lunged at him, but not before the other men working for him attacked first. The man fought dirty, forcing young men probably no older than seventeen to do the job. Ken didn't want to hurt a single one, that was his usual problem when he got involved in these things. But he remembered what Aya always said as he killed off a few of the young people. They weren't here to save lives. They were here to eliminate them.

He eventually reached his target, who chuckled. "Aw, look at this, kitty's got claws."

That made Ken mad. This man had not taunted him with the nickname just once, but twice now. Ken lunged forward, only to be hit hard on his back, and felt three gunshots go through his stomach. He fell to the ground hard with a thud, and was thrown in immense pain. Out of frustration, he tried to clear his head as much as possible as he felt the remaining teens punch and kick at him. One of the boys ripped a gash down the side of Ken's face with a knife.

"That's enough", the boss said eventually.

The teens relented, and Ken held his stomach in pain. "He won't bother us anymore. Stupid kitty's about to die."

Ken knew the man was probably speaking the truth. Just as they all turned to leave him there to die, Ken felt a burst of energy. He heard Schuldich's voice inside his mind.

"You're just going to let them win, just like that?"

Ken's hand twitched weakly.

"You're going to let him call you by my name for you, and you're going to give up on your mission so soon?"

Ken wasn't sure what was making him more annoyed. The mocking tone in those words, or how the comments were instigating him. Ken got up slowly, in pain, clutching his bleeding stomach. He couldn't die. Not now. He didn't even finish his mission yet. How could he show his face at home? Schuldich wouldn't want him anymore. He would call Ken worthless and weak. Just like this man just made him out to be. Weak.

He didn't know how he did it, but Ken suddenly had a burst of energy, and with all his strength, vaguely remembered screaming and slicing through them all. He gave his harshest blow to the leader, whose eyes feigned surprise at his last breath.

He fell to the ground soon after, feeling far too weak. He remembered crawling towards a lamp light, trying to get far away from where he was. He didn't want to die. Not yet, he couldn't die. His love was waiting for him. He could almost smell Schuldich. Smell the thick scent of cologne and cigarette smoke. He heard Schuldich's familiar mocking voice. From the very first moment they had met.

Schuldich had put him up against the wall. "Better not leave me, kitten", Schuldich had said, "Better not let yourself get killed. I'm the only one who's allowed to kill you, pet. You'll do well to remember that."

He had loathed those mocking words then. Fighting was nothing but a game to Schuldich. But now those words from that one battle, that one mission that seemed ages ago seemed like endearment to Ken. It made Ken miss Schuldich so much that the pain in his heart hurt far more than the pain on his face or sides. He struggled to reach the light, and thought only of Schuldich. Ken could've sworn he saw the older man's hands reaching out towards him.

"I'm here, pet", Ken heard, "I'm here, love."

Ken dreamed about Schuldich. In fact, he wasn't sure if it was a dream or not, but he definetly wasn't in hell. In fact, he was reliving one of the sweetest memories of Schuldich that he had.

Ken had gotten sick. He and Schuldich weren't even really dating yet. This was the time where Schuldich seemed to be keeping close tabs on him, and when he never showed up at the flower shop to pester him, Ken found himself contemplating and missing the stupid German. Some days he got worried that Schuldich was losing interest in him, and for some reason, Ken hated that. That was why he always found himself looking for the German on the days it seemed the German finally decided to stop coming for him.

It was raining hard when Ken decided to take his frustrations out by playing soccer alone in a field. He was kind of hoping the German would find him there playing, like he did the last time when Ken had been teaching some kids how to play. The German never came.

The next morning, Ken got pretty sick, and he refused to eat anything. The other members didn't even know that Ken had gone out earlier, since Ken had slipped out the backway and had taken a shower when he returned during his breaktime. Ken stayed cooped up in his room, thinking about where the German was.

Omi and the others got the wrong idea, and thought Ken was only refusing to eat because the German hadn't come by to pester him all morning or all yesterday, which was only partially the truth. The whole truth was that Ken eventually felt too sick to even think about the German, and gained himself a fever and found himself drifting off to sleep.

He woke up to a concerned German nursing him back to health. When Schuldich realized his patient had woken up, he placed one hand next to Ken's head, and place the other hand, still holding a wet towel on his hip. "Well it's about time you got up. You're a stubborn healer, you know that? Your body just likes to stay sick", the German grumbled.

Ken remembered blushing. "How long have you been here...?"

The German sighed. "Past two days you were knocked out."

"How did you know..."

"That you were a weak little lamb? Your short friend told me. Said you weren't eating or anything. Told me I should probably come by, that it would help", the German snorted, "I still don't see the point of an enemy nursing an enemy to health. It doesn't make sense how that would help, but in your case, I guess it did."

Ken laughed a little at the first things that Schuldich had said. He assumed Schuldich had been talking about Omi. Omi had been very worried when Ken had declined his first three meals and usual in-between snack. This seemed to cause the German's expression to soften a bit. The cold towel was being dabbed on his forehead now. Ken sighed in relief at the cool touch, his warm face was feeling much cooler, and he was starting to feel less light headed.

"Feeling better now, kitten? Think you can eat something...?"

Ken shook his head, but the stubborn German was already gone. Ken felt a bit sad for a while until Schuldich had come back with a tray of steaming hot food like he had never seen before. Ken raised an eyebrow in question as Schuldich propped him up into a sitting position. He felt a small tug in his mind and realized that Schuldich was probably reading what he was thinking. "It's special dishes from Germany. I made them", Schuldich muttered as he set up the tray on a small table and scooped up a spoonful of something.

Ken blushed as Schuldich put the spoon close to his mouth, and Ken looked away. He blushed even more when Schuldich used his free hand to force Ken's eyes to him. "All right, pet", he had said, "You're going to eat this now. It's not poison. You'd better eat it unless you want to die of starvation."

Ken mumbled, "Why should you care...?"

Schuldich then forced open Ken's mouth and stuck the spoon inside, causing Ken to have his eyes wide open and then he began to chew, approving very much of what he was being fed. "Because first of all, if you died, I wouldn't have anyone to torture", Schuldich stated simply, "And secondly..."

Ken looked up when Schuldich stopped talking, and blushed furiously when he realized how close Schuldich was to his face. Schuldich brushed away a couple of Ken's bangs. "Secondly...?" he asked.

Schuldich nodded once, as if approving something in his mind. "Secondly...you're far too cute."

Ken blushed and didn't have a chance to protest when Schuldich slipped his tongue inside his mouth. In fact, because he had been so sick, he had lost all firepower necessary to pretend that he wasn't enjoying the attention.

Only after he got better, a few days later, did Ken start questioning Schuldich's visits, his randomly inspired arguments, and especially most of all-the passionate kisses. Soon enough, they became a couple. One didn't ask the other to start, they just did. The visits turned into something a bit humbler, where Schuldich would bring Ken chocolates and small trinkets, and the arguments were more playful banter. Kissing led to something a bit more comfortable to Ken, hugging and hand-holding. Not that Ken really complained when Schuldich started making out with him, it was just still all so new to him at the time.

Schuldich began pulling him away from the flower shop every once in a while just to have a small outing. The small outings became extensive dates. The dates were what Ken was starting to look forward to so much, day after day. They weren't all perfect. In fact, some days Schuldich only took Ken out because he needed stress relief from a bad day from Schwarz, and Ken accepted that. He knew that the harsh words that very seldomly led to harsh blows were not truly meant for him. It hurt, but he knew that because he loved Schuldich, he'd have to deal with them. He knew that if it got too bad, all he had to do was call on his friends at Weiss and they would bail him out. But Ken was always glad it never had to come to that. He never wanted to anyway.

Eventually, though Ken didn't quite know how it happened, he found himself in some kind of clinic. Instinct eventually took over reason, and Ken decided to sneak out of the clinic. Wincing all the while, who knows how long he had been knocked out, Ken eventually realized that he had been out cold for over five months, as he asked around people for the date and time. It took him longer still to retrieve his gloves from confiscation, and even longer still to get a decent low-profile job so he could get a couple new clothes and eat some food before even bothering to look for his ride. Ken had gone to where his ride was supposed to have been, but as he suspected, Persia wasn't going to make them wait for him forever. He was probably accepted for dead by now.

It was several months before Ken had enough money to find the means to go back home. He returned home mid-March. It was raining, but Ken didn't care. It was good to be home. Away from the mission. He had completed it and survived, something he could only credit to his wonderful Schuldich's existence.

He didn't know what snapped in him, but Ken suddenly found himself running. Running as fast as he could, hand still holding his pained side, but he was ignoring that now. He was running towards his home now, like a stolen child finally escaping from a kidnapping. He felt the rain pound on his back. Nearby the flower shop, Ken decided to take a back route. He would confront the members of Weiss later. Right now, he wanted to go home. Home to comfort. Home to Schuldich.

On his way, he stopped and "borrowed" an umbrella that had been sitting outside of someone's home, probably out there to dry when the rain stopped. Opening it, he put it over his head. He wanted to be dry for Schuldich. He knew the older man hated Ken being wet, and most of all-Ken getting him wet. Thunder crashed as he made the final leap around the corner to the familiar gate of their home. Ken kicked open the stubborn gate, only to stop in awe of seeing Schuldich in front of him sitting on the first step of the stairs going up towards their home, arms outstretched-much like he would have done on a regular day; and getting very soaked in the rain.

He smiled lovingly as Schuldich's eyes slowly opened. He watched Schuldich almost frozen as the older man was getting up to reach him, as if he was seeing a ghost. Ken met him halfway, only to be crushed by the most filling embrace Ken had ever felt, forcing him to drop the umbrella. A pang went up Ken's wounded side, causing Ken to hug Schuldich back tighter. Ken bit his lip. He wasn't going to worry Schuldich with the pain now. Not when they had just gotten back together.

He felt Schuldich crying. He didn't understand. Was he worth crying for? Ken melted into Schuldich's hold as he thought about this. He never thought he was worthy of Schuldich's tears. Schuldich pushed him back out into view, and Ken flashed him one of his best smiles, in his own personal opinion. "Nothing's wrong anymore" Ken thought, "I did it. I made it. I'm home..."

Ken smirked at Schuldich and imitated Schuldich's mocking tone, usually reserved for him, "I thought you said you'd never let yourself get wet?"

He held his breath as Schuldich leaned in closer to him and whisper, "That was before you came into my life..."

Ken laughed softly. "Is that-" he had been meaning to say 'is that so' when Schuldich said something very far more shocking. A simple statement that Ken had always thought that what Schuldich had already hinted and said was as close as he was going to get to it. A phrase that melted his heart. A phrase he had always been longing to hear.

"I love you...Ken."

Ken's eyes widened in shock as all of a sudden he felt Schuldich's lips on his. Ken's eyes brimmed brightly with tears as memories flowed through his mind. All the times that they had fought against each other. The heartbreak that Schuldich occasionally put him through, and the laughter that they shared constantly. It all seemed to blur in his mind.

When Schuldich broke away, Ken felt a new burst of energy. Ken hugged back tightly, causing Schuldich a small surprise, and after swaying a while, they ended up falling backwards into Schuldich's garden. Ken knew Schuldich was probably going to get him back later for the mud, but for now he was content with lying on top of his lover outside, peacefully. "I love you too, Schu..." Ken whispered.

They stayed like that for who knows how long. They knew they probably should be going inside to go greet the members of Weiss, bring announcement of Ken's return. Ken really wanted to see his friends again as well. But for now, Ken was only focused on the one in front of him, the one he loved, the one he absolutely had to come back to. He was here. He was home. He felt Schuldich ruffle his hair affectionately, and smiled happily, burying his face in the crook of Schuldich's neck.

No more reason to cry. Only laughter and smiles from now on.

OWARI

Saiki.Kensuke.Yuuta: So how was the second part with Ken's side of the story? Please review! I'd love to hear your feedback!