Every single Ai no Kusabi character and setting belongs to the wonderful people whom have created it. I'm not making any money off this, but hopefully, I'm making a few people happy with this fic…or, er, depressed J.

Now for the boring stuff…

Like the love between Romeo and Juliet, how their love sprung from their hate, this fic sprung from hate as well. I detested Guy. Really, I did. I wanted to rip apart his innards and squash him. But after awhile…well, he grew on to me and I realized…hey, he knows he's doing wrong but he's doing it anyway because he loved Riki…er, that doesn't make much sense…anyway, this fic was sort of a challenge to see if I could get myself to actually LIKE Guy a bit more. Is it working? I think I feel sorry for him…so sorry for him I think he's actually one of my favorite characters now.

This takes place after Dana Bhan crashes, and after all of it…Guy's tired of it all. He's going to change everything, he's going to bring up a Revolt…the Elites are going to get it, and the slum folk are ones who's going to do it. Goodbye caste system…

Revolution

Chapter One: Ash Tears

He could feel the pain behind his head, a monster ready to break out and blow the world up in inferno.

Was it his migraines again? Damn it…

The pain spread from the membranes of his brains and started oozing down his temple, over his eyes, his nose, and his lips. It made its way down every vein in his body. Heat rushed through his limbs and he screamed.

Everything exploded in white light before receding back to blackness again.

Guy opened his eyes.

He was in some sort of room…it was dark in every corner and he could hardly see a thing. The mattress underneath him was firm, but comfortable enough. He tried to move and pain ricocheted through his body.

Blinking away the ache, he saw a computer blinking its bluish-white screen to make out silhouette of a tall man leaning back in a large chair. The figure reached forward and switched the device off before standing up to push the curtains back, allowing a ray of eerie grayish light of a rainy sky to filter in.

"Where am I?" He rasped. "Riki – "

"Riki's dead," the figure said.

"Riki's what?" His brain throbbed madly.

"Go back to sleep. You're just coming out of anesthesia."

"Anesthesia? Who are you?"

"Katze."

He saw a pair of violet eyes stare down at him before shutting his eyes. Violet eyes that spoke to him that he was in trouble.

Oh fuck everything….

He didn't know how long it was until he woke up again, but when his eyes decided to open, the room was dark and empty, and the sky was still casting a gray light. Katze – or whatever that man said his name was…he looked around. He was nowhere.

He tried to push himself to stand and realized he couldn't.

His arm…

Reality snapped back into him and he grabbed his mouth with the hand that still existed before nausea would overcome him. The memories came back. Iason. Riki. Dana Bhan. The pain of reality hit him so hard that he felt all the breath being suck out of him.

Why wasn't he dead?

He remembered Katze's words…

Riki's dead.

Two words.

Riki's dead.

He choked on his own thoughts, grabbing his throat. He pushed himself up from the bed, pain raking its way over his ribs. He clutched at his chest, knocking the only door open. What appeared to be an office swam in front of his eyes and he fell on the smooth floor. He struggled to stand up, ignoring the white heat of pain.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Where's Riki?" He roared at the man that stood in front of him. "TAKE ME TO HIM!"

"I told you, bastard," Katze hissed, the soft lighting in room contrasting with the hard features on his face, turning the trail of a grotesque white scar on his face into something of a demon's. "Riki's dead. You killed him."

"I didn't –"

"Oh yeah?" A leg lashed out, crashing the coffee table and missing his nose by inches. He grabbed Guy's shirt with an amazingly strong arm and shoved him against the glass window. "Look at that!" He pointed to the city, and further beyond, the ruins of his memories. "DANA BHAN!"

He shoved him back on the floor and Guy hissed in pain. Katze walked back to the solitary sofa and fell into it, emitting a hiss from the cushion. He jerked a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one.

"Want one?" He mumbled, but instead of waiting for an answer, he tossed the whole pack at him along with a lighter.

In the mist of shock and accepting reality, he took the pack with one hand and fumbled to light it.

"Here," Katze took the cigarette from him and lit it, before handing it back. He took it and inhaled the fumes.

"What happened?" He whispered.

"Why don't you tell me the first part?" Katze said, blowing a perfectly shaped smoke ring into the air. "And I'll tell you what I know."

"What do you mean the first part?"

"You were handed to me, beat up to pulp," Katze looked at him, a violet glare beneath red fringe. "There's no such creature on this planet that could manage to crush an arm's bone into powder except for a full-fledged Blondie."

Painful reality…but so what? He could get an implant – an android's arm. But what he did was something that couldn't be replaced or undone.

"I had Riki castrated," he finally said. "I left him at my place. I turned myself into a suicide bomb at the Dana Bahn after Iason decided to beat me up. After that…I was here."

"Simply put," Katze blew another smoke ring in the air. "Riki came back to get you. He and Iason dragged you out. Somehow Iason managed to get himself so fucked up back there he couldn't walk back out, leaving Riki to pull you outside. He made me take you, and he went back in."

He choked. "He went back…in?"

"Simply said."

He looked down at his hands. "I don't understand…"

"You couldn't drag them apart, Guy," Katze said, stabbing his cigarette inside an ashtray the shape of small aircraft. "Whatever you do, you can't break a wedge. Not the wedge that holds Iason and Riki together."

He felt the tears stream down his face thinking about Riki…his Riki.

"Riki was never yours, Guy," Katze said, almost reading his mind. "Iason had him from the day he was born, and to try and fight that…"

"You want me to let it go?" Guy gritted his teeth, adrenaline and anger rushing through him.

"Let it go? Let it go?" Katze laughed, a small sob forcing its way between. "Guy – even I couldn't let it go."

"Give me my clothes back," Guy said. "I'm getting out of here."

"Where will you go?" Katze asked.

"I'm sick and tired of this place!" He shouted. "If it wasn't for – if it wasn't for this mess…" He took a deep breath. "I hate this place."

"Don't we all?"

"My clothes?"

"You'll have to wear mine. Whatever you were wearing three days ago are now hopefully degenerated," Katze grunted and motioned for Guy to follow him.

"So who are you?" Guy asked.

"Does it matter so much?" Katze sounded slightly annoyed.

"What are you to Riki?"

"Me? Friend…I guess," Katze shrugged and open the door to a furnished bedroom. He threw open a closet and pulled out several articles of clothing. "Hopefully these fit. Roll up the sleeves or something it it's too long."

He drew the pants over his naked legs and pulled on the oversized gray sweater. Everything was too damned loose, but he didn't care.

"Am I free to leave?" He asked.

"What are you going to do?" Katze folded his arms over his chest.

"I'm going to a funeral, and there, I'm going to sing a requiem." He let the last word choke on itself and he turned away before Katze could see his eyes.

Dana Bahn was in absolute ruins.

He bent down on one knee and took the ashes in his hands, holding up the fist of what was left of Riki onto his forehead. He let it go, standing up.

"Riki…" he whispered.

All good things must come to an end…normally, he would snort at such a quote, but like the events that took place…he took it with burning pain.

A requiem…

He nearly laughed. There were few songs he'd care to learn…

"Oh Bonny Portmore…" he suddenly garroted. "I'm sorry to see such a woeful destruction…" He stopped, faltering as he struggled to force the heartache down and trying to remember the words to the Irish folksong. "You shine where you stand…all curtained down…" he stopped, clutching at his heart with his hand. "If I had you now as I had before…" his soft tenor broke out against the ruins of the Dana Bhan and stopped. "If I had you now as I had once before Riki…" he took another deep breath. "I doubt I could make you happy."

This was what Riki wanted at the very end. He turned, taking one last look at the ruins before walking away.

"Fare thee well," he raised a hand in salute.