-Part 1-

Heaven Is Never Forever

 

 

Aya sat in the dimmed flowershop, glaring outside at the darkened streets. Though he was with Ken, for some reason he didn't feel as happy as he usually did.

 

He felt terribly alone.

 

Ken had draped himself over the redhead as Aya pruned his flowers quietly. It seemed as if evenings that they prepared bouquets were the slowest. Especially when Girl's Day came around. Those were the hardest! So many orders. Ken couldn't stand it, and Aya didn't like the idea of having girls draped all over his beloved Siberian. It was bad enough they could only show affection when they were alone.

 

Like now.

 

So Ken took advantage of the situation, placing tiny kisses along Aya's jawline, enjoying the fact that Aya's breath hitched with ever kiss. It was after hours, so it wasn't like it made a difference, and Ken ultimately proved that point.

 

As Aya snipped quietly, Ken reached up to stroke the glorious crimson hair that Aya adorned, and with a muffled sigh, Aya dropped the cutters, falling into Ken's relaxed arms. As he eased himself into the lap of his lover, he turned, and straddling his hips, he nibbled on Ken's lips and slid his eyes shut, preparing to be enveloped in gray-green velvetness.

 

A tiny red laser traced it's way through the flowershop window. It gave sight to Ken and Aya sitting quietly in the chair. As the tiny light made a target out of Ken's shoulder, it moved, hovering over the back of his neck. In what seemed to be an eternity later, aim was taken, and in an eyeblink the sound was heard. A faint pumping noise.

 

Indicative of a silencer.

 

No one on the street would have heard that.

 

The bullet raced towards Ken's unprotected throat, practically screaming through the air.

 

Aya broke a sweet kiss from his lover and stroking Ken's cheek, looked down to see the tiny red light fly off Ken's shoulder. His eyes widened with terror, and he knew he only had about .0002 seconds to run like hell.

 

And he did.

 

Aya shouted, startling Ken, and yanking him to the floor. Clutching his beloved, he fell to the ground, breathing hard as the bullet made an impact on the table.

 

Right were Ken had been sitting only seconds ago.

 

Grabbing the brunette by the hand, he dragged him from the flowershop, crouching low to the ground as he watched the tiny red laser disappear, only to appear once more on the floor by Aya's feet.

 

The sniper had moved.

 

Aya cursed loudly, and pulled Ken out of the hallway and hurried down the stairs, into the windowless basement. The redhead figured they'd be safe until Kritiker showed up.

 

Yet somewhere in the back of his mind, a tiny voice told him assuming could lead to death.

 

With a quick dial, he addressed the problem with Manx and slid into one of the over sized chairs, sighing deeply. Looking up, he turned to Ken, who stood at the bottom of the spiral stairs, trembling. Aya's eyes widened as a tear slipped down Ken's cheek.

 

"Ken..?" he questioned softly.

 

The brunette held his arm out to try and reach Aya.

 

"Aya.." Ken whispered, and a strangled sob stopped him from moving further. As he tried to step down, the brunette tripped, falling down the remaining two stairs, sprawling onto the floor on his chest.

 

"KEN!" Aya screamed.

 

Ken had been shot in the back.

 

He never knew what hit him.

 

 

[To Be Continued]