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Hands that are stained with blood can never become clean; you know that as well as I do Maxwell.--Heero Yuy from Devils Advocate a fan fiction coming soon.

Blood coated Joey's hands as he wiped the sweat from his brow, some of the red substance rubbing onto his forhead. The stench of human flesh was strong and it made his stomach heave slightly, two dead, how many more would he have to kill. He wanted to be Jonouchi, just Jonouchi, not Joey, not this man who killed in defense then disposed of bodies in a manner befitting a butcher.

He placed the body part inside of the concrete he would have to dispose of them into the ocean tomorrow, after they finished drying. Blood covered the tarp he had laid on the floor, it sunk into clothes that he would have to burn. So much blood. A dry heave consumed him and a blood stained hand clenched at his shirt as he tried to quell the bubbling stomach acids.

His eyes twitched to the fixed door a new chain lock shining in the dimmed light from his bedroom, his apartment wasn't big by any means, the kitchen connected to the living room, nothing separating them, the bedroom a sparsely furnished mess connected to his small tiled bathroom, a tub tucked into a corner. He had cut the males body parts off piece by piece his knife slipping in his hands from the blood, he was eternally grateful that by some miracle nobody had reported the gunshots. Although it was not that surprising considering that he didn't live in the "clean" part of town.

His neighbors wouldn't want to draw attention to themselves and their cocaine deals, or their prostitute ring. He had chosen this area for that reason, nobody wanted attention drawn to their own activities so by choosing this area he had insured that if he was ever found he could defend himself. Yugi had of course been shocked by his living conditions and had offered to let him stay at the shop.

Shaking his head Joey stood walking over to the mirror, his eyes stared at him bloodshot. Yugi, Tristian, Tea, Ryou, everyone…what would they say? He pushed a hand to the mirror smearing blood across its surface. Tristian would be shocked, Yugi horrified, but in time they would understand, that's just the kind of people they were. A smiling face, cherubic purple eyes, Yugi would try to help him and Joey would destroy him. Jonouchi wouldn't, but Joey, the son of the Mafia, the one who had tried to never kill, but knew that he would one day, either in protection of himself, or by the hands of a cold blooded Mafia descendent.

Turning from the mirror, hazel eyes took in all the blood covering the ground, the red stains around his toes where the blood had congealed. He had killed this man, and was taking care of him in the way that his father had taught him. Tears fell down his face painting streaks as he lifted a bloody hand, what was he supposed to do now? He would be caught eventually, his father wouldn't stop, why now?

"Damn it!" His hand struck the porcelain sink. He would leave, that was his only option. To keep Yugi smiling, to help everyone, he would leave. Turning, he breathed in deeply. But if he did that, nobody would be there to protect them. His family wouldn't go after him alone, not if he ran. They would go after everyone that he was in contact with, he'd seen it before. Cursing himself, he dug his nails into his palm. What was he supposed to do now? If he stayed they would be in danger; if he left, the same.

"How did it come to this?" This wasn't another shadow game, this wasn't something that Yami or Bakura could protect their lights from, there was no magic this time. No ancient powers. Just guns and blood and death. Jonouchi clenched his eyes before shaking his head. He would just have to play this game by ear, this game…a game where the shadows were so very real, and this time couldn't be banished by light.

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Pushing the barrel of the gun into the hollow of the male's cheek, dark green eyes flashed, "You should really watch the information you carry more carefully." Sweat dripped down the kneeling male's temple, slipping across the cold metal, desperate blue eyes searching the corners of the room that he knew held no escape. He was supposed to be warning Joey, things had changed, he had to come home immediately. A scream rang out as the bullet ripped through his skin, blood gushing and teeth cracking as the small metal round ripped through the bone tearing the tongue. Blood spilled across the concrete floor covering stains already there as they man fell, no longer able to hold himself up. White bone was visible as the shooter's eyes took in the bloody scene. Those blue eyes once so proud were now wet with tears of pain, as the owners voice rose in complete agony. Grinning, the shooter lowered his gun before kneeling next to the bloody victim. A gloved hand stretched out and the male stuck his fingers in the hole agitating the wound. Blood painted the back gloves, making them shine in the light and a small chuckle escaped the thin lipped male.

"I always fulfill my promises." Standing, he raised his gun one more time before pulling back the trigger - the bullet ripping through the male's forehead and skull, blood spreading in a dark pool. Turning away from the scene, he tucked the gun into its holster, his fingers brushing across the dark brown leather. Joseph or Joey Wheeler, that male was his ticket to a well of power. Flicking his tongue out, the agile muscle met with blood and he eagerly lapped it up.

Domino City, so that was where his target was. Joey's father would be happy to know that but unfortunately the message was never going to reach him. In fact, Joey's father was the last thing that that young boy should be worried about. Green eyes darkened, after all there were so many other wolves to fear. Especially when the sheep was unprotected and a marvelous target for people like himself.

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Kaiba's office was a lavish luxury that he indulged himself in. A plasma flat screen was attached to the wall and hidden behind a wooden panel. A mini fridge lay in one corner. A window blinked blue on his laptop and he shook his head before clicking onto it with the wireless mouse, his reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, threatening to fall off at any given moment. He moved the arrow over to the wages before checking over them, his task tedious to say the least. It was nearing Christmas and his workers were desperate for some sort of overtime wages and bonuses. Ice blue eyes glanced toward the clock before he bit the inside of his lip. Mokuba would be wondering where he was. Clicking out of the window, he saved his work before hitting the power button to the laptop.

It was time to go home, the clock was showing a little after 1 am, and his little brother had been after him to discuss something for a while now. He winced at the thought. Truly and truthfully Kaiba had not been home enough lately. After dealing with the sudden attempt at a takeover and then mulling over the mutt's situation; well his work had not been getting done like it should have been. Mokuba was the only one that he wanted to care about. Sometimes it was all he could do to remind himself that all this work was for his little brother. Seto had made a promise to never allow his little brother to want for anything.

That's why he had done horrible things, why he had clawed and scraped to turn this company into something that would never fall. Tucking the laptop into its case, he zipped it closed before standing and heading toward the door. Sometimes he wondered if he should see someone for Mokuba's sake, his little brother needed company. He'd looked at the women who threw themselves at his boots before, they all sickened him, none were good role models for his brother. Sighing, he turned on the security system with his pass before entering the private elevator and pushing the base floor button. He would worry about those things later, right now he just wanted to have a decent breakfast with his baby brother and get a few precious hours of sleep.

a/n I am sorry about the shortness, I have a slight case of writers block, and I just got back from a trip this morning. As always please read and review.