I'm working on their story, I don't know where I'll post it but I'll try and let you know when I figure it out.

I figured it out lol, I've posted the first chapter, the link is on my profile.

Enjoy.

The man in the chair wiped at his sweaty forehead, despite the fact that the room was set to a cool seventy degrees. The room was filled with a strained silence as the man fidgeted in his chair.

"You called us." a brunette man said from his seat across the room. He was seated at a small table and was currently breaking down a very large gun, and then cleaning and inspected each piece as if it were a rare diamond. The raven haired man next to him was silent, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes closed.

"I did yes, I was under the impression that I..that I would be dealing with The Assassin directly." He said as he wiped at his forehead yet again with his handkerchief. His voice was far from its usual confident boom.

"Mr. Senator." the brunette said as he glanced up from his gun and made eye contact with the nervous man. The mans heart froze at the overly friendly, yet dead, lavender eyes that he found himself looking into. "You have a problem that only we can solve. If you want our help, you know the price, you know the rules."

"Be that as it may," he said, clearing his throat. "I need to know that this will be done discretely and professionally, I need The Assassin." The brown haired man placed the piece of the gun he had been working on down onto the table and laid his hands flat on either side of the disassembled gun, his eyes locked on the wall just behind the nervous Senator.

"And how do you know that you are not dealing with The Assassin?" the raven haired man asked, his eyes still closed and his posture still relaxed in his chair. The Senator jumped a little in his seat as his eyes went to the previously silent man.

"I..I've dealt with him before." he said, his voice showing a false confidence. The raven haired man's eyes flashed opened and the Senator wished he were any where else in the wold then on the other end of that eery gaze. The mans eyes weren't natural, one was a bright red and the other was yellow.

"Liar." he said. The brunette suddenly came back to life, his hands flying across the pieces in front of him until, just a few seconds later, a fully formed gun set on the table. The raven haired man reached over and took the gun and stood from his chair. The senator quickly got to his feet as well, his small hands ringing his handkerchief in his hands.

"I didn't..I didn't mean that I had personally seen him or knew him, only that I'd dealt..." He stopped talking when he found himself staring into those eery eyes from very close. He felt the barrel of the gun press into the underside of his chin.

"You have one chance, so chose your next words carefully." the raven haired man said as he dug the cool metal of the gun into the mans flesh. The Senator felt panic starting to surface, there was no remorse in the mans face, no emotion-nothing. He didn't care if he killed him or not. "What do you want?" he asked. The Senator gulped.

"There's a man that has some delicate information about me." He said, the man released him and stepped back.

"What kind of information?" he asked as he turned back to the brunette and laid the gun back on the table.

"The kind that if it got out it would ruin me." he said, straightening his coat as best he could. "I need him taken out before he releases the information." The raven haired man set back down and the brunette began the process of breaking the gun down again. It took him only a few seconds and then he started cleaning again.

"You know the price." he said as the raven haired mans eyes slipped closed again, his posture relaxed.

"I have it." He said and slid his brief case across the floor, the raven haired man stopped it with his boot. His eyes came open again as be bent down and picked the case up. He set it on the table and the brunette flipped the locks opened and opened it, he eyed the contents.

"And the instructions?" he asked.

"In the inside flap." the man said as he wiped at his forehead again. The brunette pulled out a heavy envelope and passed it to the other man.

"It'll be taken care of." The brunette said. "I'm sure you remember the way out." The senator gave a shaky nod and scuttled for the door.

"And Mr. Senator?" the raven haired man said, the senator froze, his hand on the door knob. He gulped but slowly turned back to the two men. The raven haired man locked him in his gaze again. "Do try and have a nice day." The senator gave a nod and a forced smile before he high tailed it out of there, not looking back even once.

As soon as the door slammed closed again the brunette let out a long sigh.

"Always the dramatic one Variedy." he said as he pulled out one of the stacks of bills from the case and flipped through it, inhaling deeply. "Ah, the fresh smell of hard work." The raven haired man gave a snort as he took the gun the other had been cleaning and slid it back into its holster at his back. "So what did he want?"

Variedy pulled the envelope out and examined it before pulling out several folded sheets of paper. He read the first one while the brunette watched his face. He wasn't exactly expected any reaction from the other man so when his eyes went into slits and his hand clenched at his side, he felt worry worm into his gut.

"Variedy?" he asked but the other man just continued to read, flipping through the pages before he shoved the papers back in their envelope and stuck it in his jacket pocket.

"We're not taking this job. Leave the money." he said and headed for the door. Phystie was shocked for a few moments before he jumped into action. He managed to snag Variedy by his arm before he made it to the door.

"Variedy! What the hell? We've all worked really hard to get an actual contracted hit so we can start making money, you can't just decide were not taking it!" he said as he searched the raven haired man's face. "Roxas will be pissed! Not to mention Vincent. We need this money Variedy."

"We're not taking this." Variedy said, turning his cold stare onto the shorter man but Phystie was unflinching.

"Why?" he asked, keeping his voice calm. Variedy looked away at that and Phystie felt his worry turn to dread. "He's one of them, isn't he." he asked as he took a step back from the other man. Variedy's whole body tensed as he swung around and kicked the chair the senator had been sitting in, sending it crashing into the opposite wall. "Variedy..." he trailed off. "I can handle it."

"Fuck!" He snarled as he pulled out the envelope and handed it to the brunette who took it with steady hands and pulled out the folded letter.

"The target is one John Lince, a former employee who stumbled across a home video of the senator and two..." Phystie had read out loud but trailed off when he saw the next few words, minor boys. The letter was yanked out of his hands and he didn't fight it.

"We're not taking the job." Variedy said again. Phystie took a deep breath and picked up the case with the money.

"We discuss this with the others." he said as he made eye contact with Variedy. "We will decided as a team on how to deal with this." Variedy opened his mouth to argue but was cut off by Phystie placing his hand over his mouth. "Thank you." he said, his voice soft. "Thank you for worrying about me, but this isn't just about me." Variedy took the hand over his mouth and kissed it gently as he pulled it away.

"It is for me." he said through bared teeth, his eyes squeezed shut. Phystie gave him a soft kiss.

"I've come to terms with what was done to me and my brother." he said and he felt Variedy tense. "You helped me do that, you helped me find closure when his suicide left me stranded and alone in a very dark world. You helped me find the man that was responsible and helped me pull that trigger when I didn't think I had it in me to do." Variedy let out a breath, his forehead pressed against Phystie's for a moment.

"Don't make me sound so nice." he said as he pulled away and slid the envelope back into his jacket again, all trace of the anger and worry gone from his face.

Phystie would always envy his way of hiding. The way he could just shut down. Some people thought it showed how crazy he was, to Phystie it showed how strong he was. Here was a man that had been to hell, fought every demon he came across, and made it back. Here was a man who helped people face their own demons and made them strong enough to come out on top.

He reached out and laced his hand with Variedy's as they left the room, headed for the back door of the building. When the taller man didn't pull away, Phystie felt his world steady back into alignment.