Summary: The life as a top level assassin is a lonely one. Surviving in the urban life is another life that involves solitude. All 'His' life, he was faced with the harsh blows of reality. 'He' killed to survive in this world that did him wrong. Fear, Lust, Betrayal and Wrath were all they knew. A closed heart is a hard one to love, two flaming hearts lace together in tragic harmony. Kai/Rei AU
Rate: M
Disclaimer: Huh has no authority or ownance of the fandom that is beyblade. Although she really does wish she did.
Huh:
Greetings to you all! Ha, and you thought I had gone off and disappeared didn't you? Here's something I typed up over the duration of the holidays. It isn't much but it's something right? Another quite serious approach this time, I hope you guys like it. More notes at the end of the chapter.
Mission One
"Target spotted."
Do you see the target moving in?
"Negative. He's not going anywhere."
Alright Dranzer, you know what to do.
"Affirmative."
A silhouette moved along with the shadows, cloaked in dark blue and black attire that went well with the two tailed lather coat he wore on top. He looked around seventeen years old, a young age to be labelled as one of the top male assassins in the world. As 'Dranzer' walked through the alleyway, his crimson eyes watched the aged man that stood by the end. Fiery orbs covered by light and dark blue tresses twisted into a smirk along with his other features, his candle-like fingers reaching down his coat to take out a sleek black gun.
The man's name was Balcov, seen as a threat to his sponsor. Whoever that anonymous sponsor may be, Dranzer was being paid a rather large amount by the mystery man.
He pointed it towards the tall greasy haired man, who seemed to be preoccupied with something else. Dranzer's eyes narrowed as he spotted what the old man was putting his attention on and frowned at the sight in disgust.
It would seem; that Balcov was a paedophile.
His target was, 'engaged' in somewhat violent intimacy with what looked like a boy of about fifteen years old. Balcov took his time to leisurely suck the life out of the young boy as he attached his mouth onto his thin neck. A bony fist was lodged upwards in his long black hair tied in a low and rather unkempt ponytail and the other gruffly pulling at his ragged clothes. The boy whimpered, but failed to decline the assault, his frail hands clutching at the twenty dollar note in his pocket.
Dranzer looked on. Passively watching the scene with his gun still pointed at Balcov, his finger ready to pull the trigger.
The boy once again gave a choked sob, retracting from Balcov once his hand had found its way into covered territory. His bright topaz gaze shut themselves tightly, a trace of a teardrop building by the edge of his eyes.
"O-Ouch!" He cried; his little voice muffled by Balcov's large hands coming over it.
"Quiet you little brat." He sneered, his other hand still buried deep under the boy's pants, "If we get seen by the authorities I'll have to ruin you and your pretty little face."
The boy stared up at him, wide eyed as he nodded once. Shutting his eyes once more, he succumbed to the older man's wishes, biting down on his lip as Balcov gave a pleased smirk and continued to abuse the frail boy that stood leaning against the brick wall.
Dranzer gave the scene a small growl, deciding it was the final straw once Balcov mounted the boy up in preparation to penetrate him. He wanted to kill this man now.
With a final pull of his right index finger, the gun sounded with a silent bang and teared through Balcov's temple and out. Balcov gave a surprised stutter the moment the bullet entered his head, killing him instantly as he fell in a crumpled heap on the ground. As dark red liquid seeped from the fatal wound, Balcov's beady eyes rolled up to the back of his head, leaving nothing but a pale white to replace where his irises one were.
Dranzer held up the receiver clipped to the edge of his coat collar, pressing a button once before muttering quietly,
"Mission complete, I'll have the money collected in two hours by the main park."
The bluenette looked back at the end of the alleyway. Oddly enough he did not hear anything from the young boy that was with Balcov, he had been silent the whole time. He frowned, if he was still conscious then it would mean for him to take another life. Deciding to investigate, the crimson eyed teen walked over silently to the body that lay motionless next to a dumpster and looked down at the wall that stood behind it.
Time stood still as fiery red met with melting gold.
Dranzer sighed to himself and loaded his gun, breaking his gaze from the girl down to the sleek black gun he held with his right hand. Taking another glance at the boy, he noticed he didn't move, as if patiently waiting for him to finish loading his gun before doing anything else. He sat on the ground, his knees rounded up close to his narrow chest, the petite form of his body contrasting with the burly body that lay next to him. The bluenette studied this boy from the corner of his eye, examining the round face, porcelain skin and smooth raven locks. He didn't look much of a street boy; it was rather his ragged and torn clothes that gave away that position.
And then…
"Are you going to kill me too…?"
Two hands paused at their work as blood red orbs looked down at the young boy before them. Dranzer gave the younger a blank stare, proceeding to point the freshly loaded gun in front of his temple.
"I got nothing against you kid. But you saw too much."
To the phoenix's minimal surprise, the boy nodded, lowering his head slowly with a sad smile.
"I thought so…"
Dranzer smirked slightly,
"Such a young kid; wishing to die so freely?"
The boy shook her head, drawing his knees closer to his chest,
"No…I don't want to die. I know well enough that I can beg for my life, tell the police what happened…what he did…what you did…what you looked like. But really nothing will come out of it…" His gold eyes met with his once more, a small smile appearing with his saddened features, "This world never really did treat me very well. I have no one here with me anymore to at least remember me when I leave."
"You seem to have apathy for yourself kid."
"Oh no…I am afraid of dying like everyone else…" He looked down at the ground and at the dead corpse that lay beside the dumpster. "But if you must kill me, then you must. I won't hold anything against you mister, you helped me earlier after all…"
Dranzer's eyes narrowed once more, somewhat puzzled at this young teenager's attitude towards his own life. It seemed true enough that life had not been his best friend for the past fifteen years he had been alive. The phoenix lowered the gun by a fraction, levelling it towards his heart where most of the pain he must have felt was located.
The boy looked up at him, putting on his most cheerful smile that he could muster. His lithe arms stretched out patiently as he waited quietly for the final blow to come in.
"Go on then."
Dranzer frowned, the grip on his gun growing tighter as each second passed by. It seemed wrong to kill someone as young as this. Save for the ones that were at least in their mid forties, he had never been confronted to a forward assassination. He had seen children die, and even aided in the killing of them at times where necessary, but this girl seemed different. He would gladly take favours and kill others to their wish, but…
It seemed…wrong to kill this black haired beauty.
And so, he hesitated.
Dranzer shook his head, confused at his sudden insecurity in shooting a person. For a moment he felt like putting the gun down, leaving the boy alone unlike the other witnesses he encountered on other countless occasions.
The boy remained silent, lowering his arms as if sensing his hesitance.
"My gallant prince isn't as brave as I thought…" he said and lowered his head sadly, locks of black falling over his shoulder.
:BANG:
Silence filled the air. Dranzer's steady hand lowering the gun that had freshly let loose a bullet that now lay deep in the boy's shoulder. The bluenette blinked, staring intently at the street rat with a furrowed brow. He had deliberately missed.
He frowned; he had no idea why he missed. Perhaps it was sympathy? Compassion? All those feelings that Dranzer had hardly ever portrayed to his victims and most definitely not to any others he knew.
Perhaps it was because he really did feel that killing this boy was wrong…
"Stupid kid…" He muttered under his breath, and proceeded to pick up the light weighted boy and slung the raven haired boy over his shoulder, the warm trickle of his blood seeping down Dranzer's black coat. "I'm going to have to keep you under a close watch from now on."
He resumed pondering to himself as he walked, wondering why on earth he was doing such a thing as this.
Huh:
As you would have probably figured out, Dranzer is Kai and poor morbid little street boy we've encountered is no other than our little kitten Rei…
Well there you go. The first, and possibly last chapter. I would like to see if I can elaborate on the experiences between the two. But People will just have to be patient and see what happens. If anyone would be kind enough to give this amateur author some notes on how to improve or possibly guide the stories' outline, feel free to comment.
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