A/N- Hello all! Devil here with a new story. I had a dream and it kept nagging at me until I decided to write it down. This is the effect! This is my first every attempt at writing anything to do with Kingdom Hearts. This is obviously a crossover and will contain SLASH/Yaoi -male/male- relationships. If this makes you uncomfortable, then please do not read. This story is Rated M for a reason due to cursing, a hint of lemon scenes, violence, and sexual innuedos. Well enough rambling and on with the story.
Disclaimer- I own nothing.
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It was night in the city of Hollow Bastion and the rain was pouring relentlessly. The air in the city was usually crisp in the fall, but with tonight's downpour, it was downright freezing. The lights of the tall buildings downtown were slowly turning off one by one as the large clock illuminating the center of the city showed 3:48 AM. Late night workers were finally rushing into the welcoming arms of their bed sheets or to lovers with tired smiles and impatient dreams tugging onto their conscious. However, there were a few people that still lurked in the more…less desirable parts of Hollow Bastion despite the rain beating down upon them. Some people slid through the shadows of the grimy alleyways with a practiced ease as they headed towards meetings with counterparts that were undoubtedly nonplused about their surroundings. The other people in the shadowed walks looked uncertain and afraid, yet a small spark of naivety and defiance shone in their eyes as they searched around for some sort of quick forbidden pleasure or trouble to fulfill the rest of their night.
He snorted as he took in the people scurrying like drowned rats to their destinations. Even the dirtier people were getting to were they wanted, no needed, to be and here he was, lying down on this damned roof. He already knew how the nights of the people below him were going to end. The veterans of the streets were going to plot someone's unfortunate demise or a plan to partake in some unsavory deal that would benefit them and cripple others. The naïve ones would be lured into something sinister by sweet smiles and promises that seemed delicious. In the end they'd realize whatever they bit into was bitter sweet and too much for them to handle. It'd be too late by then. He already knew a few of that bunch wouldn't make it home tonight or maybe any other night either.
"Pathetic." He murmured to himself as his gloved hands positioned his sniper rifle carefully. He was on top of a twenty-five story apartment building under a small tin structure that a homeless guy had "kindly" given up for his use. He was donned in black leather from the neck down and black sneakers that practically made no sound wherever he treaded. His long silver hair that brushed his shoulders was pulled back and held secure by a black tie that looked so out of place in his shockingly colored mane. He hated pulling it back because his lover liked to run his fingers through it whenever they lay together. A small smirk graced his face at the thought of his beautiful lover-his warm smile that would make this rainy night seem non-existent, his unique island scent that never faded no matter where they traveled, and his captivating blue eyes that could make the sky weep and the bluest seas rage with jealousy.
Movement from below snapped him out of his thoughts.
Get it together. The sooner you get this done, the sooner you can get back to him. He scolded himself. He looked into his scope that made him able to see into the night and found his target instantly. Years of training and discipline made him able to snipe in these unpleasant conditions, and he had yet to miss an intended target. He was known as Shadows' Angel because of how swiftly he moved through the night and collected lives as if he were a favored child of the Grim Reaper himself. Even though he enjoyed thinking about his lover, now wasn't the time.
His target's name was Piedmont Russo, a wealthy judge who was known to have shady dealings with various gangs. Except this time, he let the wrong gang leader walk free, despite various threats. The language of the green gold whispered more seductive promises that won out in the end instead of the non-veiled threats. His love of money would be his end. The gang leader he let walk free killed the nephew and niece-in-law of the right hand man of a very prominent mob boss. Even though the gang leader had been taken out by a "random shooting," in Aqua City a few weeks, he knew it was another sniper. Aqua City wasn't located near him in the slightest, but someone in his profession could spot the signs if you studied the reports meticulously enough. He was definitely meticulous when it came to his work.
Speaking of work, Piedmont was currently lounging on a loveseat in a seedy hotel with a glass of something amber colored in one hand, while a busty redhead draped herself on his lap.
He knew both of them had to die, no survivors could walk away from this deal. His employer had made sure to stress that when he handed him the manila envelope with his assignment. The words were cold and precise, just like this process was about to be. He squinted his left eye and focused in on Piedmont. He knew if he killed him first, the redhead would go into temporary shock before screaming her head off. He would pick her off before she could even open her cherry painted lips. He zoned his scope in on Piedmont's head.
1…2…3…
He pulled the trigger.
The crack of his sniper rifle going off wasn't loud at all. The fact that a loud clap of thunder overlapped the sound of the bullet being released from its barreled prison helped immensely. The bullet ripped through the air and pierced through the window, shattering the glass from its pane. The bullet's path only stopped when Piedmont's head lodged it. However, he wasn't smiling at all. There were two things noticeably wrong with what had just happened. One was that his bullet shouldn't have shattered the window. The speed at which it was traveling plus its side should have made a small hole to match the one in the judge's head. However, the second thing is what got him the most.
When Piedmont's head lolled to the side, confirming his death, the redhead had slid off of his lap quickly at the exact same time—a bullet lodged in her forehead as she sank to the floor. The red head had been shot at the exact same time as Piedmont, which meant that she was dead. Although her death had been the other half of his assignment, it hadn't been fulfilled by his hands. He hadn't killed her.
He quickly rolled out from under the small metal refuge and had his sniper and accessories packed neatly in its case. He shouldered the case and quickly scanned his temporary "office" with slightly glowing aquamarine eyes. There was no evidence he had even been there. He walked over to the rickety fire escape on the side of the building and with a grace that was natural, climbed down to the ground quickly. At the bottom of the fire escape, he had a long black coat with an attached hood that he tugged on smoothly. The case that contained his "job" looked like a briefcase and he tugged the hood on his head to hide his face and to save his head from getting wet. As he walked out of the grimy alleyway, he spotted someone dressed kind of similarly to him exiting out of an alleyway across and down the street from the mouth of his. Usually it wouldn't be surprising to see someone dressed like this in Hollow Bastion at this time of night. Due to recent events, however, his senses were on high alert. Something inside of him told him that this was the person that had killed Piedmont's escort for the night. The motorcycle he rode on was a little ways ahead, in the same direction the stranger was walking. He sped up him movements, being careful not to be seen.
The stranger didn't pick up his movements in the least. He actually seemed to slow down a bit, as if inviting him to try something.
Hmph. Cocky bastard. He thought. He ended up passing the stranger and when he reached his motorcycle, he straddled the forest green and black beauty. He grabbed his helmet just as soon as the stranger approached, instead of walking on however, the stranger stopped next to him.
"If you were attempting to follow me, you're severely lacking. One would think with your profession you'd know better."
The voice that addressed him was deep, but he could detect a small accent that wasn't from around here or the surrounding places. If he could pinpoint it exactly, he'd this stranger had some kind of Asian ancestry. Then it clicked.
Aqua City.
"One would think with your profession, you'd know not to talk to strangers." He shot back, smirking slightly as the stranger seemed to tense in agitation.
"You know I could kill you before even managed a blink of an eye."
"You could try."
Before the argument could continue on, he felt a vibration in the inside breast pocket on his coat. There was only one person who'd call him this late: his lover.
"It seems someone's being called to run home." His voice was mocking, as if he were some puppy.
The idea to gift him with a bullet the same way he'd gifted Piedmont with one came to him, but he knew he didn't have the time.
He couldn't ignore the phone call because he knew his lover would undoubtedly worry and probably have a panic attack, something he was easily prone to because of how often he was bullied as a child. He figured he'd call about three more times before he started to freak. He knew he had to get somewhere to call him back before the third call.
He heard another small vibration, this time not from his own cellular device. He smirked.
"Seems like I'm not the only who has to go home. Word of advice, stick to your own place Aqua, you're not needed here."
The stranger looked at him, and the only thing he could see through the rain and hood were piercing grey eyes that were so dark they bordered on black. They looked cold and closed off. They looked like his eyes.
"I do not take advice from-" his voice growled, but he was cut off by another vibration of his phone. Without another word, he whirled away and walked off in the other direction. When he was sure the stranger was out of earshot, he started his motorcycle and felt a small part of him relax when it roared to life under him, sending a thrum throughout his body. He put his helmet on and kicked off, riding through the night towards his "shell house." A small townhouse in Halloween Town, which was ten minutes away. He didn't actually live there; he just used it to store most of his weaponry and the bike he used for his jobs. Perishable food items and a few changes of clothes were there too if he needed to change. He definitely needed to-being on the seedy side of Hollow Bastion always made him feel dirty.
He parked his bike in the garage and felt his lover call for the second time. He took his helmet off and slid the phone from the coat pocket.
"Hey Sora." He greeted his lover with a warm voice.
"Riku-oh thank God you answered. I was getting so worried. You didn't answer and no one knew where you were and-" Riku cut Sora's panicked voice off before he could work himself up even more.
"I'm sorry Sor. Kadaj had me out late tonight going over more proposals. Calm down, I'll be home in thirty minutes." Even though he made his voice reassuring, he heard sniffling and realized Sora had started to cry.
"Can you hurry please? I just got some terrible news. I need you." At that, the usually exuberant brunette started to sob.
Riku immediately slid into his black Ferrari and in seconds, the quiet purr of the engine could be heard. Thoughts of showering and stalling his time away from the distressed brunette immediately left his mind and his car peeled out of the driveway with a screech.
"I'm on my way."
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He was not happy, no correction. He was downright furious. First, he was sent by his older brother to this disgusting city to off the judge that had killed some people important to his older brother. Actually, the people were important to his right hand, but the man's devastation affected his older brother in a way that let him know the two were more than they let on.
"Get rid of him little brother. Witnesses are non-existent." Itachi had slid a dark blue envelope towards him over a smoothly polished dark cherry oak desk and then proceeded to make phone calls. That was his signal that their conversation was over. He had then left the sprawling mansion and informed his significant other that he had a business deal to attend to in Radiant Garden far away and would be back in exactly three days.
Second, it hadn't gone over so well. The dobe had wanted to come along, and he had refused.
"Why can't I go with you? I don't have any classes this week because my teacher Kisame flooded the first three floors and Kiba can easily cover my shift at the café. You know he wants more hours anyway." His blonde had pointed out with a rapidly reddening face.
"Dobe, it's only three days. You won't even notice I'm gone."
At that, the blonde had stormed out of their penthouse and hadn't come back until later on that night. He slept in the guest bedroom and wouldn't eat ramen for lunch the next when he had tried to bribe him with it.
It only took two days of his blonde ignoring him and refusing his subtle bribes before he gave in and allowed him to come. When his dobe had finally fallen asleep after three rounds of mind-numbing sex, he had slid out of bed and wiped his love clean before he quickly showered and slipped out of the hotel they were staying in. He had found a good spot to get the job done the day before when the blonde had assumed he was smoothing over a merger with one of his father's business associates. He knew when the blonde found out he was on the same side as his brother and not an actual clean business man like his father, the dobe would flip. However, he hoped that day wasn't going to come anytime soon. For now, the blond thought of this as a "vacation." While he was away on "family business" the blonde would explore Radiant Garden. Whenever he wasn't, the two would spend time together and he'd subject himself to be taken to all of the spots his dobe had found while he was away.
He had posted himself under a blank and rusty billboard that stood barely erect on top of a twenty-four story abandoned building. Piedmont Russo was directly in his line of sight. However, when the red head threw herself onto the filthy judge, a small frown tugged at his lips before he composed his face to be completely blank again. He'd kill her first. Her dead weight would temporarily shock and pin Piedmont before he threw her off of him to call for help. He squinted his right eye and held his sniper rifle with a comfort that only came with years of practice. He'd been groomed for this, and had thought this night would go easily. He was known as Ethereal Perfection. From where he was from, the underground scene considered him otherworldly for how cold and detached he seemed. All of his jobs emanated success and no one could ever figure out his identity. It was time to live up to his name. He inhaled and held his breath.
1…2…3…
His finger pulled the trigger at the exact moment thunder roared in the sky.
The red head dropped dead, but he cursed under his breath. The window had shattered when the bullet had made impact, and Piedmont's life had ended at the exact same time.
Even though it had thundered, someone had to have heard the window shatter. The fact that he hadn't killed Piedmont let him know someone else wasn't too far. He quickly got up and put his things away before he slid to the ground from the fire escape. He slid on his long jacket and tugged its accompanying hood over his raven colored spikes. His dark grey orbs assessed his surrounding quickly. He decided to walk a little further out of this disgusting neighborhood before he called one of Itachi's lackeys to take him back to the hotel.
He could already picture getting out of the relentless rain and into dry sheets that were already wrapped around golden skin. His dobe's sun kissed blonde hair was no doubt even more tousled than before. He wanted to run his fingers through it while he inhaled his scent—which smelled like nature with a slight hint of strawberry.
He was brought of his thought by a nagging sensation. Someone was following him. He slowed down slightly. If the person wanted to try to kill him, they had another thing coming. His stalker walked past him and climbed onto a motorcycle. He decided to asses the threat before he called his ride. There was no way he was going to risk this person following him.
"If you were attempting to follow me, you're severely lacking. One would think with your profession you'd know better."
The person clutched their helmet a little tighter before replying. He could only catch the slight upturn of lips against a pale face.
"One would think with your profession, you'd know not to talk to strangers."
He tensed slightly at the last part of the sentence. Wasn't he always telling his overly outgoing dobe that? Did he somehow know his real identity?
"You know I could kill you before even managed a blink of an eye."
"You could try."
He was about to retort when a vibration could be heard over the pattering of rain—the guy's cell phone.
"It seems someone's being called to run home." He smirked viciously, and before he could say something else, his own phone vibrated. Shit.
"Seems like I'm not the only who has to go home. Word of advice, stick to your own place Aqua, you're not needed here."
"I do not take advice from-" his voice was cut off by another vibration of his phone. He looked up and his eyes were met with pure aquamarine. His phone reminded him incessantly that his impatient lover had noticed his absence. He knew without a doubt that the dobe would be furious. Without another word to the irritating stranger, he whirled around in the opposite direction. If the dobe was calling this badly instead of sending him a text, he knew something was wrong. He slid into another alleyway and pulled out his cell. The word 'Dobe' flashed across the screen in bold black letters.
"Hello-" his greeting was cut off by his significant other's voice, but instead of its loud, joyful, and obnoxious tone that he secretly enjoyed, it sounded dull.
"Sasuke." Sasuke felt a part of him chill over at how empty the voice sounded.
"Naruto, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" He left the alleyway and walked with quick steps towards where he was headed before. He felt a small ounce of relief to see the bike and its owner gone.
"Physically? No." Sasuke heard him let out a shaky breath, a sure sign he was losing his composure. "Sasuke. I need you." He didn't need to be told twice.
"I'm on my way."
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A/N- There you have it! The Prologue To Of Frayed Ends And Stray Bullets! Reviews are welcome! Stay tuned for the next chapter!