Author: Snow Tigra
Pairings: Fredrick x Ky, Sol x Ky
Warnings: AU. Yaoi. Supernatural.
Summary: Ky Kiske is the rich son of a top businessman, his father loving cars more than anything else. Sol Badguy is the young man Ky's father hires to build and restore classic cars for him, treating him much like the son he could never convince Ky to be. Obviously the two would hate each other, but Sol seems bent on becoming the best of gentlemen to win Ky's heart. It's just not as easy as it seems.
Prologue
"Happy Anniversary," he whispered, as he picked up the picture and held it quietly in his hands.
Ky remembered the moment perfectly. He remembered the ring being set in front of him, silver and beautiful in its simplicity. He remembered feeling the heat rise to his cheeks and the restaurant around him quiet as he seemed to not be able to hear them anymore. He remembered the man sitting across from him, smiling patiently and waiting for a response. He remembered the crisp and tailored suit, the perfectly cut and groomed brunette hair and the lovely green eyes. He remembered the way Fredrick ate with the smallest, dainty bites and always dabbed his lips with the napkin, keeping himself impeccably clean and well kept, no matter what the situation.
He remembered the long lean fingers holding the ring, setting it down, then pulling back. He remembered his own hand, small by comparison, reaching forward and picking up the ring to look at it as he struggled to breathe or answer.
It was an anniversary gift, that was sure enough. But aside from that, it was also the doorway to something more. It was an offer to be together, to live together and to take Ky out of the large house of his father, bring him to a place a little smaller, but full of much more caring and love then he was used to. It was a promise.
Ky remembered looking up at the slightly older man and returning the smile. He remembered sliding the ring on his finger, delighted to find that it fit perfectly. He remembered standing from his seat, rounding the table, and leaning forward to kiss those beautiful and perfectly sweet lips. He remembered accepting, in spite of the small age difference between them and his own age being quite young. He remembered at the time he'd only been nineteen. He remembered that Fredrick had been twenty-five.
He remembered being so happy for the six months after that. His normally boring life had taken on a light and a sweetness that he could only have dreamed. They planned for everything. Between Ky's classes, they chose a house and set up preparations to purchase it, pending over the next few months. Ky remembered the house was smaller, but more perfect then where he lived that time. He remembered he'd fallen in love with it, and the idea of being alone living with Fredrick.
Ky perfectly remembered the morning he'd woken up, a month away from moving. He remembered the police car outside the front door and the hushed words being whispered to the main servant in the house. He remembered his cousin's phone call with a striking clarity, the words sharp and piercing as they revealed the reality before him. He remembered seeing the car, the pictures of the car and the bent over light post, broken glass scattered about, making it all look so surreal as the sun set in the background. The scene photos released by the police were almost artistic in their gruesomeness. Ky remembered he'd spent the rest of that night in the bathroom, throwing up and crying until he'd passed out.
Ky remembered the small wrapped package they'd given him. He remembered being told it was sitting on the passenger side of the car, in blue wrapping with a white bow. He remembered opening it and dying inside as he saw the two house keys tied together with a white ribbon. He remembered sinking to the floor, dropping the box and watching the keys hit the polished hardwood.
He remembered feeling himself die.
Ky set the photo beside his bed, tilting it so he could see Fredrick's perfect smile. Clasping the keys which now hung around his neck, Ky cried softly into his pillow until his mind was too tired to think. Then he passed out, sleeping as much as he could, before another depressing day woke him up and left him alone.