Foreword: I've always wanted to do a GG fic, and this idea has been bouncing around for long enough. It's pretty short, but I just might be able to add to it, if anyone wants me to.

Disclaimer: I don't own Guilty Gear in any way, shape, or form. If I did, why would I write this fic?

Must I?

Flames ravished the once lush fields. They were now desolate and charred. Two figures occupied the blackened ground.

They were polar opposites. Even their clothes were in conflict with the other's garments.

Lightning crackled and danced across the long sword of pure white metal.

His blue-green eyes narrowed as he focused on his opponent. Brushing golden locks of hair from his eyes, the man intently glared at the other man, while shifting his weight back and forth.

The other, darker clad man looked on at his rival with disinterest through his ochre eyes, and felt his own blade dripping flames onto the ground. He adjusted his headband and scratched at his spiky brown hair.

All other existences had ceased to matter.

Sweeping some errant specs of dust from his crimson shirt, the man felt a fiery madness taking control of him.

The blonde haired man, clad in white robes, felt as though something was coming. He could feel power radiating from his opponent. The man whispered, "Just what do you have planned Sol…?"He tightened his grip on his sword and prepared for the onslaught.

The man named Sol leaned forward and slid across the ground, using a stream of flames to help him glide across the uneven ground. As he reached his mark, he slammed his blocky blade into the ground, sending a pillar of flames straight towards his opponent's neck.

With a curt backflip, the robed man had evaded the blaze, but he had no time to rest, for Sol was already upon him in a furious assault of fire.

Sol's blade strikes were easily parried by his opponent, but he was prepared to take down the graceful swordsman. He hopped backwards and chuckled, "You're gettin' better, Boyscout. Heh… Let's bring it all the way to the Third Degree!"

Blazing flames wrapped around Sol and seemed to make him flash red for a moment. As the flares cleared, Sol stood before the robed knight with a crimson aura enveloping him.

Again, he slid across the ground, although the sweltering flames seemed to have a life of their own this time.

Repeating the same evasive maneuver, the blonde haired man backflipped away from Sol, but he didn't jump far enough…

Sol continued on his path and started a short uppercut, meant to knock the wind from his enemy. This strike missed, and the next, straight punch to the jaw, brought forward a torrent of fire.

The robed man ducked under the strike and gripped Sol's wrist, even though it burned his hands to do so. He thrust his long sword towards his opponent's heart, in the hopes of ending the fight.

It was not meant to be, so it did not happen.

The fiery man used his left hand to encase the blade in his iron grip. Sol smirked as he said, "Nice try, Boy Scout. What're you tryin' to do? Kill me?"

"Stop playing around Sol! I know you're just toying with me!" the white clad figure shot back with anger clearly showing in his voice. "If I have to, I will kill you in the name of God!"

Sol laughed and threw him back a few feet, "You don't have the balls!" He lifted his bleeding hand and cast the blood from it. Life, in the form of red liquid, splattered across the ground, leaving a thin trail of itself spread across the charred ground.

Power surged through Sol's body again, and he sent a fountain of fire towards his nemesis, through slamming his blade deep into the earth.

Said nemesis hopped over the blaze and sped through the air towards his foe.

Fires gathered and swirled around Sol as he grinned, "Stupid move, Kid…" He crouched down and felt the flames surging up. He announced his attack as it headed towards the falling man, "Napalm DEATH!" Sol flicked his knee out as the flames behind him helped to propel him towards his enemy.

The plummeting man could feel, and see Sol enveloped in the raging inferno. He twisted to the side once and moved out of the way of the attack.

Lightning crackled and swirled around his white blade and completely encased it with a forceful charge. He quickly thrust his sword forward.

The rising force of the sword pierced through Sol's body, yet his flames were too intense, and as a result, they ravished the man's body.

Both landed with a resounding thud, and Sol coughed, yet laughed at the same time, "Heh… Ironic, ain't it? Taken out by a mere kid… Gah… Whatever… If I'm gonna die, then I'm gonna die." He pulled out his opponent's sword and cast it to the ground.

Sol smirked as blood dripped from his lips, and his eyes closed.

The man's once white robes were smoldering and cast aside. He stood there near Sol with only a pair of solid white pants covering him. "I've killed him… I've finally killed my last enemy…"

Dropping to his knees from exhaustion, he continued, "But… Have I… also killed my only friend?"

He fell completely prostrate on the ground and darkness clamped its cold fingers over his throat.

X—X—X—X—X

"Ky? Ky! Wake up!" cried out a soothing voice. Her soft hands shook the blonde haired man until he opened his eyelids.

Ky woke up, drenched in sweat, and frantically pulled away from the woman.

She regarded him curiously, with her long brown hair draped over her back as she pulled herself tightly to him in the bed.

"M-Miss Kuradoberi? What are you doing?" Ky asked as he blushed and tried to pull away.

Jam punched him on the shoulder and folded her arms, "It must have been one hell of a nightmare for you to forget about us!"

Ky shook his head and rubbed sleep from his eyes. He glanced at the glittering band of gold that encircled his left ring-finger.

The woman winked at him, "Either that, or I just completely wore you out last night."

The leader of the Holy Knights' eyes widened, and he faltered, "J-Jam! That comment was… not called for."

She shrugged and resumed her tight hold of the man, "It doesn't matter, does it? It's not like we have any neighbors that could possibly hear us. And besides, a husband and wife should be allowed to do anything they please behind closed doors!"

Ky smiled and kissed her forehead, then slipped out of their bed. He hopped into a pair of comfortable jeans, and a plain, black shirt. He shuffled to the kitchen, and filled his favorite tea cup with some tea that had been brewed but minutes ago.

Jam followed him into the kitchen, wearing only a light robe, and she smiled while saying, "I figured you might want some tea when you woke up, so I went ahead and made some for you."

The blonde haired man took her hand and kissed it, "Thank you, Jam. Thank you for the consideration."

The woman chuckled and rolled her eyes, "Such a gentleman."

Ky's mouth turned upwards gently and he replied, "But of course. We may be married now, but that, in no way, means that I can quit being courteous. Women like you deserve to be treated well."

Her long, brown hair shone brightly in the morning sun, and she stepped towards him to hug her husband. She wrapped her arms around Ky, but before he could return the affection, a fierce beating on the door shattered the moment, as though it were merely made of glass.

Ky trudged to the door with both his tea in his hands, and Jam on his arm. The blonde man opened the door and glanced at the man in front of him with a ripped up piece of cloth covering his face.

The shrouded figure threw his hood off, and narrowed his ochre eyes. "Finally nailed a woman, I see."

Ky's breath caught in his throat, and he breathed, "It… It can't be… I already killed…"

X—X—X—X—X

A long shadow was cast into the hall of the Kiske household. A familiar voice rang out through the room, "Livin' in style, eh? Heh," the man touched a cup hanging on the wall, "You even have your fruity tea cup collection hanging up…"

The sun shot a beam of light over the familiar face of Sol Badguy, and Ky gasped, once more, as though the sun only reconfirmed his fears.

"What're you lookin' at? You think I'd let a kid like you take me out? Pfft, you're more of a dumb ass then I thought." Sol put his sword, Fireseal over his right shoulder and grinned sardonically.

Ky tightened his grip around Jam's waist and he set his cup of tea on a low coffee table. "You're sinful presence is not welcome in this house, Sol. You're supposed to be dead. Why are you here?" he asked in voice of mixed emotions.

Jam winced in pain as Ky's grip around her waist tightened to a painful level, and she held onto him closely. 'Why is he so angry? I know this man… Sol, I think it was… What went on between these two? Ky has never done anything to hurt me. He's always calm and in control. How can one glance at this guy make him fly off the handle this way?'

Jam felt sadness tear at her heart with its sharp talons.

"We got shit to finish, Boy Scout." Sol said as he cracked his knuckles. "One more round. Heaven or hell… Let's rock…"

Ky felt his anger surge in his body. There was no rational explanation for why it happened, but just seeing Sol, the man that had plagued him so much, drove Ky insane. The Leader of the Holy Knights snapped back to reality after hearing a slight whimper come from his wife. Immediately, he relaxed his grip on her, and glared at Sol.

'This anger… It has made me hurt the one that I love most… It may have been trifling to her, but to me… I never want to hurt her, and I promised that I would never do it. Maybe… Maybe if I can defeat Sol, I can also defeat my anger… Maybe I can finally live in peace…'

Jam seized hold of Ky's hand with her own, and there was a profound fear deep set within her eyes. She hugged him tightly and whispered, "Please don't go… If you go… I'm not sure if you'll come back… I… I don't want you to die!" Her tears soaked into his plain black shirt.

Ky walked towards a dresser with her to his arm, and changed into his customary robes that indicated him as a Holy Knight. He kissed Jam on the lips and whispered, "I will come back…" Ky pulled his sword from a rack, and felt the lightning charged blade warm to his touch.

Jam pulled the blade from his grasp, "Not until you promise… Promise me that you'll come back…"

The Leader of the Sacred Order of Holy Knights nodded, and held up his left hand, "As long as I have this ring, and I have you, I'll come back."

Jam held out the hilt of the Thunderseal, so that Ky could take hold of his sword once again.

Sol's gruff voice called out from the hallway, "You and your woman finished bitchin' about God knows what? How damn long do I have to wait for your lazy ass? You comin' or what, Boy Scout?" Sol tightened his headband, and cracked his neck.

Ky nodded as he let his fingers slip from Jam's grasp. 'I'll be okay… I… I don't fight for justice alone… I fight for my love… and for all people… but still…'

"Must I do it again? Must I?" he said as he felt his hand close around the handle of Thunderseal…

Author's Notes: I DID SOME REVISING! I changed Ky's character a little bit.I hope you people like this. I dedicated three hours to this, so if it's kinda shoddy, that's the reason. I hope I managed to capture the essences of the characters. By the way, Jam is definitely Out of Character, but hey, marriage will probably change her. Like I said before, if the people so choose, I just might continue this into something bigger.