AN: Wow… I'm actually writing a reincarnation story! This is cool… well, for me anyway, hehe. And guess whom it's about? Now, I'll just give you one guess…

I figured that since many people considered Suboshi a psycho or mentally unstable, I thought, hey why not write about him where he actually deals with this problem? And pop came that story! Then I decided to jot down notes, and actually do research. I've learned so much just by planning this fic.

Mentions from Ryuusei-Den:

Basara- the guerrilla that Suboshi was in
Tessoh- leader of Basara
Chama Lee – Tessoh's assistant, and Suboshi's best-friend
Toka – Tessoh's adopted sister

Major spoilers from the series and the twins' novel.

Anyway, the format goes like this:

This is Suboshi.

This is Suboshi's reincarnation.

Haywire

It had been sunny that day. Nothing bad was supposed to happen on sunny days.

I was sure my brother would have been proud of me once I got back to Kutou. If I was able to, anyway. This was the first time I really got to do anything for him. I was the type which took his love for granted my whole life.

So when Nakago questioned what I could do without my brother, it was sad to admit that I could not do much. I hated that Nakago was right when he said I wasn't strong enough to handle even at least one of the Suzaku warriors. He said it would be foolish for me to go straight into fight with any one of them. He said there was absolutely nothing I could do.

And yet he told me about a village on the outskirts of Konan, and said that I could do whatever I wanted with that information. And so I did.

Konan looked a lot healthier than Kutou. The trees, the grass, the stones, the sky. Everything looked as if it was alright. Nothing bad was supposed to happen on beautiful days like this, and in beautiful places. I knew it was not a coincidence that Kutou rarely had nice weather, nor looked like a tourist attraction. Some called it 'pathetic fallacy', but I had no clue what that meant. I just called it pathetic.

I didn't know whether carrying out Nakago's suggestion was a good idea. I never really trusted him in the first place, with my brother's expedition to Konan being his plan and all. I just never liked him either. The first time we met, he sent me crashing on the wall of Seiryuu's mausoleum. I only questioned his plan then. Imagine what would happen if I had done more.

That did not matter to me right now. All I believed was that after I was through with this, everyone I cared about would be able to rest in peace, knowing that I had justified their deaths. My brother especially, but this little vengeance ran beyond just blood ties. Konan had been merciless to me, and so I should be to them too. Why… I hoped they had not forgotten about the hundreds of soldiers they sent to annihilate a small group of thirty troops only a few weeks ago. Thirty boys, fighting with only blunt spears, and wooden clubs, with nothing but their clothes on their back, against their well-trained and ruthless fighters.

Soi caused a terrible storm that time, but I felt as if it would have rained anyway even without her interference. It just suited the event.

I didn't know why Tessoh had not decided to retreat. I didn't even know if Chama Lee really did betray us. All I remembered was that after the battle, Tessoh's shirt had been tainted as deep red as Konan's coat of arms, and he sputtered futile words of warning against the summoning of Seiryuu. In the end, he must have lost hope and changed his mind when he said we must use it to provide peace for the country. This was when I realized that for the past three years of my life, I had been mislead to think that Kutou was our own enemy. No… that day, I knew that it was another country that would soon destroy us.

What were five 'innocent' lives, if that must be said, compared to the thirty that were destroyed that day? Who knew how many other anti-government guerillas they killed other than mine? Konan had no valid reason to do that, so I didn't need one to do this as well. In the same way that Basara was powerless against the troops they sent, my victims would also be powerless against me. It was my right to make things even, and after everything that they have stolen from me, they should at least be happy that my pay back did not include interest.

So Tessoh, Chama Lee, everyone in Basara… brother, this was for you.