Ken rode his bike as fast as he could. 'Where did Omi go?' he thought as he sped down the road towards the soccer field. Ken pulled up to the parking lot and paused. He glanced down the empty green field and sighed. Ken imagined Omi rolling around on the grass with him. They were smiling and laughing in the bright sunlight. Ken pinned Omi to the ground and gazed into his blue eyes. Omi looked longingly back. Ken leaned down and kissed Omi, who eagerly accepted.

"Ken, have you had any luck?" Yohji's voice roared across Ken's radio.

Ken shook himself awake. He grabbed his microphone and said sadly, "No. No luck yet."

Yohji responded, "Well, Aya's headed to the pier and I'm off to his school. Maybe there'll be some cute girls there. I just love their short skirts." Yohji paused. After a moment he continued, "Ah, it's sad really that Ouka can't come around anymore. She was annoying but she made Omi happy. And she usually came with friends."

"Yohji!" Ken yelled. "Could you try to focus here? Omi's missing and in danger! Don't bring up O . . . u . . . ka . . . " Ken trailed off as his mind raced. "Yohji! That's it! Call Aya! Have him meet us at the cemetery." Ken kick started his bike and tore off down the road again.

"Cemetery?" Yohji questioned.

"Yeah," Ken said as a he blazed through traffic lights. "Today's the anniversary of Ouka's death. I remember Omi mentioning it earlier this week. He must have gone to the cemetery. Why didn't I think of it before?" Ken cursed himself. "Damn! He probably just didn't want to bother us."

"I'll see you there in a few minutes, Ken."

"Thanks, Yohji!" Ken said. 'Just one more mile. Hang on, Omi. I'm coming.' Ken thought. Ken's heart pounded as he screeched to a halt at the cemetery. He hoped his hunch was right. If anything happened to Omi, he'd never forgive himself. Ken leapt off his bike. Sweat began pouring down his temples as Ken desperately tried to remember where the Takatori resting place lay. As he turned the corner, he recognized the ginger-haired figure kneeling in front of the Takatori marker.

Ken took a deep breath. He found Omi safe and sound. He was worried for nothing. Ken couldn't understand why he was so concerned. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of Omi. Ken smiled and started to cry out to Omi when Ken noticed Omi was not alone. Omi was talking to someone. Ken took a few more steps forward before he realized who it was. Nagi from Schwarz was hovering over Omi.

"Omi! Look out!" Ken screamed as he sprinted towards them.

"Wha? Ken?" Omi said startled by Ken's outburst.

Ken ran straight up to Nagi with his bugnuks drawn.

Omi bellowed, "Ken! No!"

Ken stopped inches away from Nagi's throat. Nagi stood his ground with a stone face. "Why did you stop me?" Ken asked fiercely.

"Ken, it's okay. Nagi and I were just talking."

"It's a trap!" Ken snapped back.

"If it was a trap, then you wouldn't be standing here now with your little glove on. And Omi would already be dead." Nagi stated.

"Ken?" Omi cautiously looked into Ken's raging face. "Ken, Nagi's not our enemy."

"What?" Ken turned his attention to Omi.

"Nagi's a friend."

"Friend? What?" Ken stammered.

"Ken," Omi said as he carefully took hold of Ken's arm and lowered it away from Nagi's neck. "Nagi was just telling me what Schwarz has been up to."

Ken looked confused.

"Crawford has left the group. He's gone overseas. But you should be careful. Schuldig is carrying a grudge. He and Farfarello are planning on wiping out the rest of the Takatori's." Nagi said.

"Well, that's just Omi now." Ken replied.

"Yes. When I remembered what day it was, I thought I'd find Omi here." Nagi responded.

"But if you thought that way . . . " Ken began.

"We might too." Schuldig interrupted. "Nagi, how nice to see you again."

"Schuldig!" Nagi exclaimed.

"At least you remember me. I was so upset when you just left without saying a goodbye, Nagi. I thought you had better manners than that." Schuldig remarked sarcastically.

Nagi grimaced. "What do you want, Schuldig?"

"Oh, come now, Nagi. I thought you had that all figured out." Schuldig glanced at Omi. "Mr. Takatori and I have some unfinished business."

"Oh no you don't!" Ken yelled as he lunged towards Schuldig. Unfortunately, Farfarello jumped in-between them. Shocked, Ken leapt backwards. Farfarello advanced on him with his knives drawn.

"Where are you going?" Farfarello beckoned.

"Ken! Be careful!" Omi screamed.

"I'd be more concerned about myself now." Schuldig responded.

"I won't let you hurt Omi, Schuldig." Nagi rebutted.

"You're taking their side, Nagi. How unfortunate. Well, I was going to kill one today but two makes no difference to me." Schuldig said as he reached for his pistol. Omi threw a few darts as he and Nagi ran for cover behind some grave markers.

"I think this fight is a little unfair! Why don't we help even the odds out?" Yohji barked.

"What!" Farfarello questioned as he struggled against Ken's bugnuks.

Aya and Yohji rushed up to the fight with their weapons at the ready. Schuldig winced. "Farfarello! Let's go! We can deal with this Takatori later when he's alone."

"I'm not a Takatori anymore!" Omi fumed. "Why do you have a grudge against me? I'm the one who shot my brother with an arrow. And I was a part of my father's and other brother's death. Do you really think I'm like them since I had a part in killing them? If you want me to suffer, then let me live." Omi began crying. Everyone stared in silence as Omi continued. "Then let me live with the knowledge I killed them. I killed my two brothers and father! I can't erase that! And I'm the reason my sister got killed. You shot her but you were trying to shoot me. But if it makes you feel better, then shoot me now. I deserve it."

"Omi . . . " Ken breathed.

Omi cried. "I deserve it! There is nothing I can do to atone for my sins. So just shoot me now."

Nagi walked up to Schuldig sternly. "Is this the Takatori you remember? Is this the kind of person you're afraid of? We were dogs of Reiji Takatori not this boy! He won't do us any harm."

Schuldig nodded and turned to Farfarello. "Don't cross us again." Schuldig remarked as he and Farfarello fled the scene.