Couples - Kai/Max, Ray/Tyson, Johnny/Oliver, and maybe others.
Summary - He's a infamous assassin named The Red Phoenix. He's next kill is the son of a art thief. But this kill is different then he thought it would be. . . .
Chapter One
Assassin on the ran
His red eyes looked over the file. An art thief's son. He looked at the picture again. He smirked. The son looked like a girl. This could be fun. He put his two-toned blue/grey hair in a low ponytail.
He put the picture back in the file and the file back in his briefcase. He strained his black tie, stood up, and walked out of his office. As he walked by people, they bowed to show him respect. He smirk again. They knew better then to cross him.
After all, he was Kai Hiwatari, owner of Biovolt.
Blue eyes widen as he looked over a boy around 23 or so. The boy had blue hair, and brown eyes. He had on simple grey pants, and a blue shirt with a red jacket. He's brown eyes held happiness in them.
"Really, Tyson?!"
The boy, Tyson Granger, nodded and showed him the ring on his left ring finger. The diamond was big. And beautiful. "Yup! Ray finally ask! We're getting married, Max! Ray and I are getting married!"
The other boy, Max Tate, around 22, grinned. He had on a green shirt and blue jeans. "Finally! You two are perfect for each other!" he hugged his best friend. Tyson hugged back.
Tyson pulled away from Max and looked at his watch. "Whoo! I gotta go, Maxie! I have to meet Ray for dinner!" the blue haired boy patting his friends blond hair and ran off, waving. Max waved back, but as soon as he was out of sight, the blond sighed and frowned a little. Sadness came upon his bright blue eyes. He was happy for his best friend, he really was, but he was jealous.
He had the one thing Max wants: Love. Sure, he loves his parents, but he wanted real love. He had that once, but he was a jerk. Michael Parker. Max had though it was love, but it was just lust. Max had love him with all his heart, but all Michael wanted was his body.
Max sighed again and started to walk back home. He looked up at the sky. It was already dark. He wrapped his arms around himself and stick out his tongue. He hated the dark and the cold and it was fall. Why didn't bring a jacket?
He started walking again.
Kai looked down from his place on the rooftop. He saw the blond haired boy walking by and smirked. The boy was beautiful. And girly. Well, Kai did like the boys who looked like girls. They were more. . . . Defenseless. He loved it when they begged for him to take them. He loved it when they blushed. And he loved it when tired to hind their bodies from him. Just gets hard. His smirked widen behind his red phoenix mask.
He opened his blood red trench coat, and took his gun out. He would love to have the boy in his bed, but he loved to kill. He jumped to the next rooftop, lending gracefully on his feet. He kept doing that. He lowered himself when the boy looked up at the rooftop he was on. Boy must have good ears to have heard Kai. The two-toned hair man looked at him again, still lowered, and saw him shrug, and continued walking. Kai sighed and also continued jumping from rooftop to rooftop.
Kai smirked when they finally reached he's targets house. But frowned when he was a older man with sandy blond hair and green eyes. The boy tried to push him out of his way, but the green eyed man grabs his hands and said a few words to him.
As good as Kai's ears were, he couldn't hear what they were saying. He could get closer, but then they would see him. He sighed. He'll just have to wait until the older went home or just kill him with the boy. Kai sat down on the rooftop and watched the two talk, before they went inside.
Max moved to put his key in the doorknob of the shop his father owns. He opened the door, and moved to the side to let in a male who looked 25. The sandy blond male walked in and smiled at Max. As soon as he was in, Max slammed the door shut.
"What do you want, Parker?"
"What's with the last name calling, my sweet?" the man, Michael Parker, asked, with a little frown on his face. He had on leather boots, leather pants and a leather vest, with no shirt under it. Max rolled his eyes. Same Michael. Always with the leather.
"Don't call me that." Max put his hands on his hips, and frowned. He didn't like the fact that Michael was here. Wasn't he with someone? What was her? Emily York? "Aren't you still dating Emily?"
Michael smirked. "Why jealous?" Max's face turned red. How dare he! "And no, we're not. She wasn't the one for me. Max, while I was gone, I really missed you. Your face, breath taking smile, and bubbly attitude. I missed it all. Max, I-I. . . . I love you."
Golden eyes looked around everywhere for his little dragon. He moved some of his raven locks out of his face. Damn, he know he should have grabbed his headband. He tipped his foot and sighed. He was a little hot. He shouldn't have warn his Chinese outfit.
"RAY!"
The man, Ray Kon, 25 years old, looked behind him to see his little dragon, Tyson, running toward him. He stood and caught him when he jumped at him. "You looked worried, Ty. What's wrong?" the blue haired boy took two deep breaths, and looked at Ray.
"Max is in trouble!"
