Author's notes: This is my first fanfic. Go easy on me. ^^;

Disclaimer: K-ON! Is not mine even if I try to sell my soul for it.


"You deserve someone better"

These are the last words my ex have told me.

That was from three months ago, and now I am currently doing a part time in this yakuza gang. How did I get here? Let's back track to when she broke up with me.

Her name is Akiyama Mio.

We were together for nearly a year till she decided to break up with me. To tell you the truth, the reason why she decided to break up still hurts me till this day.

She had slept with a random guy at a party... for reasons I didn't know... and since she couldn't trust herself to be loyal to me again, she decided to leave me.

I loved her... I really did. So much that seeing her cry, be pained and confused like that... hurt me more than the painful news she brought up. I begged and told her that we would be able to work it out somehow... but it was futile. She stuck with that decision and broke my heart.

After she left... I felt like a corpse. As the rain gushed and fall, I stayed still. I was a lost soul. I decided to try and escape reality. I went to my haven of memories. I thought of our happier days. Back when we, together with our friends, were having fun, eating cakes and rocking it out.

Heh... those were the days.

What I wouldn't give to go back. To go back when I could freely sit by her side. Now... I can't even call out her name because of the tears and hurt that would respond to it. I need her. I want her. I can't live without her anymore.

I fell on my knees, screaming, punching the wet yet still solid ground. Passerbys stared, muttering weirdo and freak under their umbrellas. I didn't care. Let me be, I thought. Let this freak be. What else could possibly matter to me now? Now that I've lost the only treasure I've had in the world, I don't even have the will to live anymore.

In a sense, I was everything I hated and despised at that moment.

A sniveling loser whining about love.

I always thought that "heart breaks" are a thing of novels, movies and comics. Apparently it is as true as love could be.

It hurt... so much. My heart really felt like it was a shattering glass. I would've found it so amusing if only it wasn't such a sad situation. If the one who broke it wasn't Mio. I'd be running to her arms right now, crying and laughing at the same time. Exclaiming how weird it is to feel your heart break.

I am the kind of idiot who'd laugh at heartbreak.

But only if I had someone laugh with me.

Out of nowhere, I heard someone laugh, as if to accompany the sick humor in my head. But it was a scorning kind of laughter. I looked up and saw some punks pointing and laughing at me. I heard something snap in my head. The next thing you know I was punching his brains out. It felt gratifying. The violence fed my need for release. And I needed that release very much. His friends helped him out. They kicked my sides, even used a piece of wood and hit the back of my head with it. I felt a bit woozy. But it didn't stop my rage. Their underhanded tactics. Their jeers. They fueled me. After I finished with the first guy I hit I attacked the next guy I saw. One by one, they fell. I remember feeling triumph and a twisted feeling in my stomach before leaving them in that alley.

I kept walking that night. In that city full of bright lights and happy faces, the rain accompanied me, acting like a friend who weeps for a fallen mate. My hands twitched. My knuckles were aching. The blows they did are finally overcoming the momentum of adrenaline. It hurt. I should sleep... in my bed... but my body lazily slumped on the wall and I fainted.

But before I completely fell to my subconscious I remember a silhouette speaking before me.

"Bring this trash with us. One man's trash can be another one's treasure. I always say"

A harsh voice... and after that deep, steep darkness.

I fell into sleep. Defeated though triumphant.

My name is Tainaka Ritsu.