HI guys! This is my first chapter and fic under my new account name after my old one was hacked :\ grr annoying people. So I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it! let me know what you think, I'm really interested to see if it will take, as i know this fandom is quite tight for fans so not many of the fics are able to take off.

So I hope you like it, I've already written half of the story and you will find there are a million plot twists to come which will make you be like "WHATTTT"! haha. Also, I want you all to remember that just because Iason is dead, does not mean it is a story without this epic Blondie... and that is all I will say on that account hehehehe. By the way, it's based on both taming Riki as well as, obviously, Ai no Kusabi.

Involves: Revenge, gore, sex-scenes, Male x Male, eroticism, graphics, flashbacks, suicide and more...

Pairings: Riki x Iason, Katze x Daryl, Katze x Daryl x Riki and possibly, though unlikely, Iason x Raoul.

Disclaimer: So the characters do not belong to me at all, but rather the incredible, wonderful Rieko Yoshihara and some of the back story by Kira Takenouchi (Taming riki and other associated stories). If you haven't read taming Riki, i highly recommended it but please note there are a number spoilers for it in this fic.

Chapter 1

Riki's tortured scream roared throughout the penthouse that evening. The tears coated his cheeks, as he screamed over and over again for the men to stop, pulling on the chains that connected him to the wall not so very far away. They had been put there on him, just a few hours ago, in such a blind attempt of his master's to previously subdue him when he had been rude to a guest. If only the Blondie had foreseen where the evening would take them, he would never have done such a thing.

"Ri...k...hi!" The large, beautiful, majestic Blondie whispered breathily as he fell towards the ground, his hand coming out in front of his body in a last attempt to reach his beloved pet. Riki could see all the emotions bubbling behind those usually ice-like, cold blue eyes. As if he were saying a million things, and promising a million promises all within the time it took him to fall flat on his face; unable to move as though paralysed.

It was at that moment, Riki felt his heart crumble as it squeezed painfully from within his chest. He wanted to call out, wanted to apologise, wanted to tell the man that he loved him. Because he really did, no matter what he had said when he was angry with the Blondie, it was all a lie. The man meant so much to him, seeing him, touching him and being loved by him, it was something Riki would not give up for all the world.

But instead he just watched, the words catching in his throat as the Blondie fell, colliding with the hard ground of his own home. His eyes open in shock as they began to slowly dim while more and more blood left his body through the huge gaping whole right where his heart should have been.

Riki watched with huge, unbelieving eyes as his Blondie lover and master alike fell to the ground, his eyes similarly opened in shock. He watched in disbelief as the soft, golden hair followed behind him like a glorious wave as gravity took the great Blondie out. Hair that Riki had weaved his hands through lovingly when being held only days before. As the great man fell, the triumphant figure of a large, smug dignitary slowly become visible. As did the laser gun he held facing the exact place where the Blondie had been standing only moments before.

"No!" The mongrel screamed desperately, his eyes once again going to the Blondie, sprawled, devastatingly still, on the ground, hair having fallen around his head like a halo. Struggling in the tight grip of the two mongrels restraining him, Riki fought to get to his master whose tunic was already becoming dyed an awful stain of red. "What the fuck? Why did you do that?" Shifting gears he stared desperately toward the culprit, his eyes teary and devastated as he stared at the smirk plastered upon those thin, cracked lips.

"Stupid pet. Why, I'm ending the rain of these bastard once and for all. No more Blondie's, no more slavery, no more fear. No more will we be subdued, no more will we stay at the bottom of this forsaken food chain. We don't want to be pets or furniture, or just durt on the ground that'll die before we hit 30. Being forced to steel just to stay alive, we want freedom and we will get it." As he spoke, his grin never left his mouth, even as he moved to step over the body on the floor and place his gun back in the concealed sheath under his twirling cloak.

"Leave the Blondie's where they fall, let them die where we once crawled. But no more. Welcome to the revolution baby." This time one of the mongrels holding him down, whispered in the boys ear, eliciting a disgusted shiver as Riki continued to struggle, choking on his own tears. His eyes were all over Iason, the Blondie who now laid so still, not even his chest moving an inch out of place. Every nerve in Riki's body was frayed, his mind in turmoil, every muscle urging him over to the man, like a magnetic pull.

"Don't you get that that's not going to do you any good." He yelled at the small crowd, still tugging desperately against the chains, the restraining hands having finally retreated. Stupid chains… he felt so helpless, so useless.

"Hmm, we shall see." eyes wide, Riki looked toward the towering man, shaking as fury took over his body. How dare they…. "Well it wasn't very hard to get rid of this one, stupid trusting Blondie, letting just anybody into his home. And look here, shouldn't you hate him, look what he has done to you, and you do not care at all?"

He had to do something quick, Iason couldn't be dead, wouldn't be dead, but Riki had to get out of the chains or he would never know. He would have to live with the guilt for the rest of his life, knowing that he had done nothing to stop them from killing the man that meant everything to him.

"Okay, so maybe you're right, I do hate him, he deserves to die." Riki tried something else, his confused mind calculating that he would need to pretend that he didn't care in order to be freed and be able to do something. "Just… I wanted to be the one to end his life, and you took that from me. But what does it matter, he's dead and it's all the same. So now I'm free, get these chains off me, I'll join this revolution of yours, no problem." He lied through his teeth, terrified that Iason was dead, but that if he was not, then he was hearing every word that came from Riki's mouth. But even more terrified that if he himself didn't get out of there, he would both never get his revenge and would die in that apartment as well, either of starvation or... something else.

"Sorry kid, but no way. Don't you think I know exactly who you are. The phantom 'Riki the dark', you're old news and now you're just some sex toy little pet. I'm not an idiot, sure I see the hate in your eyes sure, but it's not directed at the Blondie, even I can see that much." The man stood over Riki, staring down accusingly at the pet, who's eyes burned with something akin to hatred and betrayal. "No way am I letting you out of here, not when you'll just end up coming back to get your petty little revenge. You can die here by the side of your 'master'. Such a shame, you used to have so much pride, I'm sure, and I would once have adopted you to be apart of this revolution, but now you're just a little traitor. You can die right here, serving this man until you die of starvation. Maybe you'll have some time to repent on your sins."

Riki seethed, clenching and unclenching his fists, until he decided to go all out, he'd make these fuckers pay one way or another whether they liked it or not. Snarling, Riki shot up and, knowing full well that the chain would not allow for him to reach to leader, he branched out at one of the lesser looking mongrel, landing a punch square in the man's face.

However it simply would not be.

He felt a fist against the back of his head and an elbow jab into his ribs, before he even realised the men were retaliating. His world went white and sparks fell across his eyes like falling stars across a blank canvas. He fell to his knees when the attacking failed to cease and as lackeys of the men in the room bounded on top of him, kicking and punching wildly. Though Riki, on usual circumstances would have been able to easily avoid the attacks from that small number of men, blinded by fury as they were, in his shock and disbelief regarding his Blondie, he failed to stop even one attack. It was painful, but the pain in his heart weighed much heavier. They wore wearing boots with rough soles and as a result, where they hit his skin, he knew there would be bruises and cuts, if they ever let up and he didn't die that was.

The intruders began to yell his name, calling him filthy and telling him he was no better than scum as they smashed him to bits. They all heard the deafening crack as a chair leg came out of nowhere and smashed against his ribs. The chair was quickly broken to pieces by their continuing force against his body and soon was used to whack against his head as well as the rest of his body. When he tried to curl into a fatal position, they kicked him over and began to wack his back, narrowly missing his spine on various occasions. He didn't understand where the sudden attack was coming from, where was their commander, wouldn't he yell at them to stop before they took Riki's life too. But it didn't stop, for what felt like hours they continued, though it would not have been more than a few minutes. His throat was hoarse from screaming and yelling, his cheeks wet from tears and his heart crushed. How something like this could have happened so fast, his brain simply could not wrap around the possibility that he was not dreaming, and that the pain he felt, both physically and mentally was all too real.

They finally let up and he stayed on the ground, his back hurt, his face was covered in sticky liquid, his chest felt like it had exploded. Even just the slightest movement from him, as he tried to take in gasps of air, hurt more than he thought possible. Maybe, it didn't hurt more than the lashing of the whip but at that moment, his heart probably broken beyond repair and his mind sizzling and failing, he felt it was the most painful experience in his life. He knew many of his ribs would be broken, and his left leg was no better, the pain too excruciating for his mind to comprehend. He let out a huff of a growl, and was rewarded with not only further pain in his ribs, but also another furious kick to his side. He blacked out, knowing nothing more than the deep, irreparable pain he felt in his heart.

He woke up with a gasp and was rewarded with unprecedented agony when a bucket of cold water was dunked over his bloody head. He couldn't move off the floor, but his eyes darted around the room, looking straight at the man he knew to be the leader of these sick invaders.

The despicable culprit just stared at Riki, cold emotions showing on his stone cold, unimpressed face. Suddenly, Riki was an emotional wreck, he was not usually so careless or sloppy in his defence... or offense, for that matter. He had been shaking, his knuckles white as snow and his body heated and confused. And now he too, just like his master, laid against the hard floor, his own demise most likely just around the corner. His head hurt, everywhere hurt and so he closed his eyes, unable to keep them open any longer. He wanted to die, he decided, so much so that he fervently hoped they killed him. How would he be able to live with himself knowing that the murderers of his loved one were out there and that he had been unable to do anything about it. As he began to work himself up into a frenzy of madness, unable to grasp at the sudden reality, his body began in a set of furious contortions. The pain of the movement forced his mind down a long dark path, one that he hoped he would never have to wake up from.

…..

"Let's move out men, we don't know what that bitch Jupiter will do when she finds out her little baby boy toy is dead." With that the nameless leader left the apartment, but not before he walked to the Blondie's kitchen; an extravagant room that was large enough to fit hundreds of people around the benches and working areas. He went to the cupboard and came across dozens of bottled water containers. He grabbed two and then retreated from the kitchen. He made his way toward the door right behind his fellow revolutionists, dropping the bottles of water by the mongrels feet as he passed. He took one last look at the scene he left behind in his wake, and a crooked grin formed on his face.

The blondie was finally dead, after countless failed assassination attempts over the past few months, he was finally laying cold, pale and dead on the once lavish floor of his own living room. He chuckled, a hollow sound that forced the temperature down several degrees within the room. These crude blondies' rein had come to an end, and his own was just beginning. What a thrill.

And with that, he exited the apartment, leaving behind one dead and another dying as he walked through the automated doors for the last time.

SO there goes the first chapter! How exciting YAAYYY! haha yep so I hope you liked it, I know it seems a bit slow but I promise it will get much much better. I have so many things planned, so many! Let me know what you think, I would really appreciate it! Love you guys 3

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