Main characters: Ky Kiske, Sol Badguy

Relationship: Ky/Sol

Rating: M (contains sex scenes and violence)

Genre: Drama, Angst, Romance, Action

Erik Schwarz: Schwarz is a loyal and very disciplined man at the age of 28. He joined the Sacred Order of Holy Knights as he was 21. He is the right hand of the commander of the Order, Ky Kiske.

Consultants: Mr. Pierre, Mr. Todorov, Mrs. Mercedes

Right Hand of Millia Rage: Sven Skargard

Ky Kiske: Commander of the Holy Order Knights. Age 18

Sol Badguy: soldier at the Holy Order Knights. Age 25-28, he is over 100 years old. The Gear in him doesn't make him age.

Warning!

This FanFic contains boyslove, so there will be sex scenes, rapes, violence and probably horror. I use a vulgare language and I describe smutty images.

There are some OCs in my story.

I describe the characters as I see them, so please do not judge.

I would be happy to read some comments :)

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Guilty Gear!

Ky Kiske

This wasn't his first battle but it still managed to surprise him, how exhausting it was to fight every day over and over again. Walking next to his right hand, Erik Schwarz, he tried not to show his tiredness.

"Well then Mr. Schwarz, I wish you a pleasant night, try to recover yourself, tomorrow will be no better than today"

"Try to take some rest too, sir…please" Ky knew Schwarz was worried about him, since he never stopped keeping an eye on him, since they met.

"Good night" he smiled and entered his tent.

"Good night Sir".

Once in his tent, Ky felt the exhaustion so very powerful, lying like a led burden on his shoulders. But it was no time to sleep now, he had to document the moves of the Gears and the lives, which have been lost today. Thinking of these poor souls, he took his golden cross, which he always carried by himself, and kissed it with a silent prayer on his lips. The pain building inside, was just crushing him so many man and women died today again, how can I stop this killing…how many more live will this war take…

Suddenly he heard a sound of a cloth being pushed aside, being a light sleeper he opened his eyes with his hand on his sword ready to battle whatever treat was coming towards him. Being still dark outside and his eyes not adjusted to the light, he could just make out a tall muscled silhouette standing in the entrance of his tent.

"Oi, boy, watcha doin sleepin over yur table" it was only one man in the whole world, how would talk to him like that and look him straight in the eyes, Sol Badguy.

Ky ignored the rude as always behavior of the taller man "Your report please" he straightened himself on his chair noticed that he was still holding his cross tight In his hands. He never even noticed how he felt asleep.

"10 dead, 18 injured" Sol stepped inside the tent now going for the chair, standing on the other side of the table, where Kiske was sitting.

Ky shook his head 10 dead…and the 18 injured could also die, if they are unlucky. Positioned at a great geographical location, Bulgaria, the mountains shielding them from most of the gears, he was still not able to save every soldier.

"Thank you.." he didn't expect any replay or anything at all from the boorish American. Sol Badguy was a mystery to him, he was arrogant, he was not a very enthusiastic talker and he was strong, stronger than anything he had ever experienced. Ky had fought Badguy so many times in order to get better in his fighting skills, to try and beat him or simply out of rage. The American always managed to bring him to his boiling point, smirking and eyes glowing. He believed in nothing, for him there are no Gods and it always seemed as nothing interested him at all. His comrades didn't like him and no one wanted to talk to him really, except for Schwarz, since he knew just how important Sol was to Ky and wining this war. And still Kiske didn't want to be around him, if it was absolutely not necessary.

Lost in his thoughts he didn't Ky didn't noticed how Badguy has left his tent. He looked at the clock on his desk 3:41am there was still a bit of time to rest.

Erik Schwarz

As he heard that screeching sound he knew so well, his inner sense told him - it was time again. Not even waiting for the watchmen to report to him, the approaching of the gears, Schwarz ran towards his commander's tent.

Ky was already out giving commands to the soldiers around him – the Gears were coming now faster and faster towards them.

"Mr. Schwarz you go with Mr. Badguy please – take the left wing"

"Sir, but…" Kiske would be alone at the right wing, but he knew arguing with his Commander now would lead to no changing his mind. So he turned around to go at his position – Sol already before him, walking lazily. The American never seemed to care for any attacks, he never seem to have any fear or human feelings what so ever. He fought with rage and his moves random and just violent – he was also the Master of the fire sword Fuenken, making him a very dangerous person.

Schwarz pulled his sword and rushed towards the Gears slashing trough them one by one. He coughed in the corner of his eye how comrades of his got slayed, others managing to survive and kill Gears of their own.

He was so very focused on his battle that he didn't hear the call of a Medic. Calling a Medic was no rare phenomenon in war since people were dying all the time and injured needed to be treated quickly. But this time it was different – this time the American ran past him with glowing eyes. Sol never ran out of battle, he would rather fight till death than sit around and do nothing, so there was something wrong. Now he concentrated on the call "…need a Medic…he is hurt badly…the Commander. Medic!" for a moment Schwarz thought the already crumbling world broke into million pieces.

Ky Kiske was like a Saint for the people. His fair appearance his kind and yet very attractive face, his so gentle behavior giving his soldiers hope for a victorious end, made him a hero. Ky was always worried for each and every single soul on this world, wanting to save them no matter what. He puts the health of the others before his own – his subordinates love him and will follow him till the very end.

Schwarz was never the believer in any religions or Gods, but his commander was by far a very faithful one – hoping his God would give him the strength to save the world. And yet he prayed, he prayed his so beloved Commander would survive this. There were of course so many other injuries Ky had survived, but this one was different. It seemed poisoned and it was a big gash on the left side above his hipbone.

He was paralyzed, standing there looking down to his superior. The Medic was telling something, but he didn't hear – he was full of fear.

Suddenly he was pushed aside, which made him turn back to the reality.

Sol Badguy

"Oi stebaside idiot!" he looked at Schwarz with blazing eyes.

"Can you please take him back to the medical tent, he must be treated immediately" with these words Sol picked Ky up, who was falling in delirium, his eyes flattering and saliva coming out of his mouth.

"I…must….f…"

"Just be quiet you godamn boy" he accelerated his pace and finally he reached the tent. Sol pulled the cloth aside "He got wounded and poisoned, do something quickly!". The helping nurses looked at him with fear and some rushed towards him pulling a bed before them.

Ky was put on that bet and the they started cutting through his uniform in order to get a better look at the wound. What was reviled was not a promising sight. There were already black streaks liking out of the wound and it was big wound. that boy cant dye on me all he could do is standing there and watch how Ky started shaking heavily and now foam coming out of his mouth. The nurses starting shouting around for the needed equipment "Please Mr. Badguy you have to leave now" the browned haired male nurse showed him the way out of the tent as if he didn't know where it was. It struck him that he was staring at the wounded boy on the bed and was in the way all the time. He looked one more time at the Commander – his face was pale, his eyes still flattering around rapidly and his wound was bleeding.

As he got out, he saw Schwarz now also pale as a sheet coming with a rush pace.

"How is he, is he going to make it…?" Sol looked at the right hand of Ky - he knew how much Schwarz adored his Commander.

"I dunno" with these words he ran towards the Gears once more, but now he was full with rage, so much rage it seemed to burn him inside. He staring slashing through the Gears as if they were made out of butter, he burned them, chopped them, tore them apart, but nothing seemed to make him feel better. That stupid boy, how did he make that mistake and those stupid little flies of soldiers around him, they should have been more careful and watch out of their Commander.