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A/N: Alright. So I was sitting at my computer when all of a sudden Inspiration kicked down my door, flipped my bed, leapt through the air and dropkicked me square in the face. I had just seen one of those really old, baller western cowboy shoot'em ups on TV as I decided: "Dude. Should I do it? Yea dude. Fuggin do it!"

So I decided to write a fic that takes place in a setting we don't see too often anymore: The Wild West. Yeah. Badass. If I were an extremely attractive woman, I would be all over me right now.

Chapter 1

Those eyes….. There was something off about those eyes. They weren't brown, or blue, or green or anything you'd normally see…

"I said empty your pockets, friend."

"Yeah, c'mon, boy. There ain't no need for this to get…. Messy."

Six men breathed easy as they eyed the poor sap that they had cornered. It wasn't anything personal, the unlucky bastard had just chosen to walk down the wrong street at 2 in the morning.

They were unnatural. Crimson like blood. Red as the fires of hell…. First time I ever saw them, I had to do a double take.

The lone wolf didn't move. You couldn't even tell if he was breathing. He just stood there for the longest time, as if he was sleeping on his feet.

"Alright, buddy. We didn't wanna play rough, but if ya won't share….." Spat one of the thieving wretches, his hand moving for his firearm at his waist. That drunken ass didn't even know what was happening before he hit the ground dead as a doorknob.

The night was quiet and still, so the sudden ringing melody of gunshots that filled the air naturally managed to stir some of the residents of the fair town of San Guadalupe.

Hand to God…… I could have sworn he was a ghost.

He spun his firearms twice before sheathing them on his belt, his black cloak billowing in the breeze that danced about that hell hole. It was hot as hell that night, which you couldn't tell from looking at the man seeing as how he wore a white scarf which was tied snugly about his neck. His black sombrero was lowered in the front, basking his face in total shadow, hiding it from the dim lamplight of his surroundings. The spurs on his boots gave a soft shake as he walked casually over to one of the six bodies that now littered the street, bending down to rummage through his vest pocket. When he removed his hand, he found a golden chain with a small locket hanging from his fingers. The shadow of a desperado offered only a small smirk before concealing it on his person, turning about to face the source of a sudden, rapid stomping noise.

Sure enough, five men with guns drawn and aimed his way came to a stop not ten yards from him, all five wearing glistening badges and sporting not so friendly looks.

"Freeze!"shouted a younger man with greased back black hair. The outlaw's expression never faltered as he gave a snort, spreading his arms out wide and opening his hands as far as they were able.

"Drop your weapons, asshole. You're under arrest." the sheriff barked. If this were a more relaxing environment, maybe the bandit would have given a chuckle or two. This little whelp had closed the space between the two of them way to early. In a second he could cut this brat's throat with the blade concealed in his sleeve and use him as shield against the other officers.

Instead, he offered only a nod as he opened up his cloak to reveal his weaponry. The men couldn't help but gawk at the sight. At least eight pistols and four knives could be plainly seen, and no doubt he had more tucked away hidden somewhere in there.

"Kuwabara, disarm him." The sheriff ordered. An orange haired depute standing behind him gave a startled look.

"W-ait, me?! No way, Urameshi, I'm not goin anywhere NEAR that guy!" He exclaimed.

"Just shut up at do it, dammit!" Urameshi shouted back, keeping his eye on his target. Kuwabara hesitantly moved in and started removing his utilities.

"Bear with him a sec, the jerk's new at this." The sheriff smirked at the outlaw as the carrot top fumbled with one of the guns.

"Christ, everyone has always gotta be so damn critical…." The depute started but was cut off by the sound of a groan coming from their right. One of those rats was still breathing, and low and behold was pointing a gun straight at the bandit's head, who was now giving a look of disgust. Judging by his shaking hand, the oaf making love to his belt at that moment was more likely to take the shot. With a roll of the eyes he kicked the boy back, spinning about like a flash on his heel and hurling a dagger from seemingly nowhere straight into the helm of his target.

"Shit!" Kuwabara shouted, rolling about on the ground frantically looking left and right, kicking up dirt as he moved. Yusuke stayed with his gun on the marauder, his eyes now wider than before. His sombrero has moved about on his head slightly, putting his face in plain view… putting those eyes in plain view.

"Cuff him. Now."

…………..Only a ghost could pull off shit like that.

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The rays of light shone through the jailhouse's barred windows with the intensity of a raging flame that morning. No a cloud dotted the sky, letting good ol' Mr. Sun shine down on every inch of the town.

The bandit gave a low groan as he awoke, his crimson orbs squinting to adjust to the brightness of this place. Peering about, he noticed he was the only prisoner in the joint. Hell, that would just make it even more of a cakewalk to break out of this den.

"Hey, you're awake, big guy." Came a familiar voice from the right. The sheriff saw at his desk, his legs crossed and propped up as he leaned back in his chair, playing with his thumbs as he eyed the prisoner with a broad grin on his face.

The outlaw frowned. His short height was not something he was very proud of. If he had some way of strangling that bastard he would have made his face turn blue and pop.

"There's some grub in there if you're hungry." Urameshi continued, pointing to the corner of the cell. Sure enough, there sat a tray with some bread, an apple and a cup of water, "It's not shit either. Promise. My fiancé made the bread herself."

Without his hat and cloak and the shadow of the night, the bandit wasn't quite as intimidating as before. Don't get me wrong though, I still wouldn't wanna fuck with him. His black hair was truly bizarre seeing as how it defied gravity by sticking straight up and even had a white starburst in the middle of it. He took a bite out of the loaf of bread, grimacing.

"Hn. It tastes like shit." He voiced stoically, his tenor voice somewhat startling the young sheriff, who managed to shake of his surprise and offered a laugh.

"Heh, yea. I lied about it not being shit. Keiko really did make it though." He grinned, earning a smirk from his captive, "You got a name, pal?"

The desperado gave him a questioning look, but didn't stop from taking a swig of water.

"No big reason, I just wanted to thank you right for saving my buddy last night." The sheriff offered.

"They call me Hiei." The prisoner stated coolly, reaching for the apple. The boy at his desk grinned.

"I'm Yusuke. Yusuke Urameshi."

"Didn't ask." Hiei snorted, taking a massive chunk out of the fruit in his hand and chewing it slowly before swallowing, "So when do I hang?" he questioned casually.

"You're not. I found the guns on those bastards you took care of the other night along with a pretty big stash of booze, so it's not hard to put two and two together." Yusuke answered, stretching himself out before plopping his feet down on the floor.

"You should be a detective." Hiei grunted sarcastically, taking another bite from his apple.

"Heh, ya think?" The sheriff asked, leaning back in his chair a bit and letting his hands find his pockets, "Anyways, turns out they were also a couple of thieves who had been stealing from immigrants entering town, like in your situation, for a while. They had even done away with some of them. So they were dead men regardless, you just saved me the trouble of having to find their asses myself." He added with a smile, scratching the back of his head.

"Hn. So I'll be on my way then." Hiei said, getting to his feet and dropping his finished apple core.

"Eh, well I've actually got a few questions for ya." Urameshi answered, leaning forward now and propping his elbows on his desk. Hiei frowned.

"You seem to have a knack for killing. Each one of those punks you did in except the last one you managed to take out with just one bullet. To the neck. On each of them." Yusuke said, cracking his knuckles, "Hell, the one that managed to stay with us for a few extra minutes was lucky. You just grazed his jugular."

"What's your point?"

"No point. I'm just curious. I mean, I am about to let you wander around town."

"I have no intent on staying here for long. I was just looking for a bed, and I found a free one here, so if you'll excuse me…"

"What's the rush?" Yusuke questioned, furrowing his brows. Hiei narrowed his eyes.

"Hn. There's no reason for me to remain here."

"I can give ya one. Work for me." Urameshi said, locking eyes with the short bandit, "Hear me out. There are essentially two members of the force I can trust right now. That's Kuwabara, the guy you saved, and me. There are eight other deputes. Right now it looks like I'm gonna get some holes blasted in me."

"Your problem. Not mine." Hiei grunted, crossing his arms.

"Lemme finish. There's this rich prick, named Sakyou. He owns the gambling den in town and I'm almost positive that he's paying off my guys. You help me and Kuwabara deal with him, we'll make it worth your while." Yusuke finished, rubbing his nose.

"And how do you intend to do that?"

"A big ass piece of the tax dollars goes towards law enforcement. I'll just pay you gigantic wads of cash under the table." He answered simply, his grin never fading. Hiei smirked.

"Stealing from the tax payers?"

"Heh, hell no. This is a good investment. Better than spending the cash on building more cells for criminals we don't catch thanks to all of my men being paid off." Yusuke said, looking out the window for a moment and then back to Hiei.

"Come on. Afterwards you can take the money and run or whatever the hell you want. I just need a hand getting this town started down the right track." He pleaded.

"I trust that we're talking about a decent monetary figure here?" The marauder questioned, raising an eyebrow. Yusuke smirked jumped to his feet, grabbing Hiei through the bars suddenly and shaking his hand.

"You have no idea."

……..Only a ghost could have timing this good.

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A/N: Alright, that's the first chapter. If you want to see more, drop off a review and say so. Reviews kick ass! Flames don't kick ass, but if I really suck that bad, lemme have it.