Twisted Series: A series of slightly twisted oneshots that spans ten different fandoms.

FFVII , Kingdom Hearts, FFVIII, Naruto, Yu-Gi-Oh, Dragon Ball Z, Death Note, Angel (Buffy the Vampire Spin-off), Batman (The Dark Knight), and Inuyasha.

Pairings (In Order Of The List Above): Reno/Rufus, Riku/Axel, Seifer/Squall, Itachi/Sasuke, Yami Bakura/Marik/Ryou Bakura, Vegeta/Trunks, Light/L, Angelus/William the Bloody, Batman/Joker, Sesshomaru/Inuyasha.

Warnings (Cover All Oneshots, But Not All Of Them Have All Of These): Yaoi, Gore, Noncon, Dark, Hypnotizing, Incest, Insanity, Vampirism, Murder, Mpreg.

Check out all of them or at least the fandoms you like.

R&R!

I Love This Job

It was always a different sign that he'd make. It could be a slight wave, an exaggerated hand gesture, a skillfully faked cough, or even a sly wink, but it all meant the same thing. He was done here.

Then I'd make my way across the room, silent as the death I was hired to bring, and I'd kill who ever sits in the crisp new chair in front of his desk. Always new, because blood is tough to get out. Sometimes I'd slit their throat, reveling in the spurting blood, which, on occasion, would land on Rufus' cheek. Or sometimes I'd break their neck, loving the crunch as they flailed in terror. This time, however, I wanted something more. This time I chose to hit the jugular, a point I often avoided for the sake of sparing the cleaners a mess. But no; not this time. This time, I wanted blood.

And blood there was; everywhere in fact. Rufus merely smirked as the undeniably rich and powerful Wutainese Ambassador, hired by Rufus' father, The President, gulped for air and begged for his life with his eyes. And all because Rufus loved to piss his father off. The peace talks with the recently conquered Wutai were going smoothly with this man in charge, too smoothly for Rufus' tastes. You see my boss, I answered only to Rufus, was a man of simple pleasures, some which contradicted his place as Head of the Turks and Vice President of ShinRa Inc. One happened to be blood. Another happened to be death. And from there it branched to guns, vicious pets, power, and, recently, slum-born redheads with a passion for assassination missions.

And so we found ourselves caught in the moment. Loving the sight of blood on his pale, blue-blood skin, I didn't hold back the urge to taste it. Both him and the blood. Rufus just laughed, cold and merciless, as we made love, on top of his desk, in front of a panoramic window overlooking Midgar, and not two feet from a fresh corpse.