Warning: This Fic is Rated M for very obvious reasons.

Garterbelt walked into the main room of the church and prepared for the day. With one sigh he called down the angels he supervised. The Anarchy Sisters, Panty and Stocking, came flying down from the second floor on a couch. The couch landed with a loud noise, but the women sitting atop the sofa seemed unfazed by the fact that they were dropped to the first floor through a trap door.
"What is it now?" Panty asked. She had a pair of her panties on her head and her bra hanging from her shoulder. A man on the second floor looked down from the trap door and Panty shooed him away, thanking him for a great night.
"At least let me have my morning cake before you start yapping," Stocking added, pulling a slice of cake from seemingly nowhere. She stuck a piece in her mouth and purred and felt shudders roll up and down her body.
"Quit your bitchin," the afro'd priest yelled back. "You two are Angels and you've been doing this shit for too long! You need to start acting the part of Angels!" The sisters frowns grew more grim. "Fuck off, you damn preacher, we know," Panty spat. "It's not like you're the one having to fight this fucknut Ghosts," Stocking added again.
"I'm not an Angel, there's nothing that I could possibly do," the man retorted, "You are the only ones that can effectively kill them!" Garterbelt took a deep breath and relaxed for a moment. "Lucky for you, that's not what I've called you down for. Recently, the number of Ghosts you hoes have had to fight has dropped down considerably. What do you think that means?"
"That they finally found out how to give up?" The two asked. "WRONG!" Garter cleared his throat before continuing. "It's because someone has been going around killing them in your stead while you two bitches have been sitting on your asses doing what you damn well please! Taking the Heaven Tokens and all."
This managed to catch the two Angels' attentions. "That fucker," Panty growled, "Who is this asshole?"
"We don't know. Every time we try to confront him, he evades us and gets away without a single word." They stood up off the couch, sour expressions on their faces. "We'd better teach him not to mess with us," Stocking hissed. "Yeah, let's go fuck him up," Panty concurred. Garterbelt held out a slobbery slip of paper in his hand. The words 'Red Circus' were written over it. "We've already got word of a Ghost that's just appeared. If you want to find the one that's stealing your shit, this is your best bet at finding him. NOW GET GOING!"

An Hour and a Half Later…

Panty and Stocking rode in their car, See Through, through the streets of the Daten City. "Now, the slip of paper said 'Red Circus', so let's keep a lookout for…" Stocking started, but was quickly interrupted by Panty. "There it is." A large red circus tent could be seen off in the distance. That was easy.

Stocking parked See Through near the entrance, totaling another car that was in the way and the two Angels entered the circus tent.
Inside, they saw a ghost taking the form of a clown eating flames and then spewing them out at a crowd of men and women tied to their seats. "Well, that was easy," Stocking commented. "Let's get started," Panty replied."

Oh wicked spirit born of a lost soul in limbo;

Receive judgment from the garb of the Holy Virgin;

Cleansed of worldly impurities;

Return to Heaven and Earth.

Repent!

The two summoned their weapons and prepared to attack before they witnessed the Ghost clown get repeatedly slashed and cut down into pieces. Afterwards, the Ghost blew up. Two Heaven Tokens laid upon the ground and a young man wielding a blue and green broadsword walked over and picked them up, examining them closely before dropping them in his jean pockets.
"Who the fuck is that guy?"
"That's the guy that Garterbelt told us about, moron," Stocking snapped. Panty immediately aimed Backlace at the male, drawing his attention. "Who are you two? Angels? Sorry, but I don't have time for the two of you. I have a place to be," he said, unfazed by the weapon being pointed at him.
"Wait just a motherfucking minute, asshole," Panty yelled. "You're not going anywhere unless you hand over those tokens." The young man remained passive and unintimidated. "Sorry, but I need these. If you're looking for Heaven Tokens too, though, you must be like me. Cast out of Heaven. Sorry, but I ain't going to give you these just because you asked me to while aiming a gun at my head."
Panty growled angrily and almost pulled the trigger on Backlace before the strange man dashed off out of the circus, riding a strange black and blue motorcycle. "Hey, don't you fucking run away!" The two Angels dashed out of the tent and got into See Through and drove after the young man.
Panty opened fire on him, but he avoided her line of fire with ease. "Why the hell are you after me?"
"You're stealing our fucking jobs!" Panty shouted back as she continued to fire her gun.
The young man leaped off his motorcycle and landed on the hood of See Through, looking down at Panty and Stocking with an irritated gaze. "I'm doing as I was told, just like you two. Now fuck off!" Stocking stood up while Panty drove the vehicle. The gothic Lolita pointed her swords at his neck and yet, once again, he remained unaffected by the threat on his life.
"You two have no common sense."
He slid the blade of his weapon along the blade of one of Stocking's weapons, creating a melodic ring so beautiful; it almost sounded like a bell. His sword, however, shifted in appearance and took on darker shades. The blade of his sword became toothed with black and red colors. His being also seemed to change in certain aspects. His eyes turned black and skin darkened to a red shade, catching the Anarchy Sisters off guard for a moment. "Don't fuck with me, Angels. I'm not in the mood." Stocking swung her swords at him, only for the strikes to be blocked. He continued to block and parry her attacks until both of them became exhausted. Meanwhile, Panty was ogling the hot dudes that passed by and lost concentration on the road. See Through began to careen of the road and the young man had jumped off the vehicle just as his motorcycle came into view.
"I hope I never see you again," he called out to them as Panty barely managed to avoid crashing the car.
"Shit, he got away," Panty cursed. "This only happened because you were being a slut as usual," Stocking insulted.

An Hour Later…

"Back so soon?" Garterbelt was hard at work in the kitchen fixing dinner. "That guy you told us about killed off our target and ran off with the tokens," Stocking explained. "I see," he replied simply. "Then you're going to have to work harder so that you can start earning tokens again. You said he killed the Ghost and took the Heaven Tokens, right? So then he's an Angel?"
"That's the weird thing. He was clearly wielding an Angel's weapon, but his skin turned red for a moment," Stocking replied. Garterbelt raised a brow. "Yeah, that asshole looked more demonic than angelic," Panty stated.
"I believe I know who's killing your targets off."
The two Angels rushed to his side. "What? Why the fuck didn't you say so before, you damn afro priest?" Panty demanded.
"Because I wasn't sure about it at the time, but with your description, I am now. Now get out of the way! I'm cooking here!" The Anarchy sisters walked out and sat at the dining room table as Garter followed them in with chicken curry with green curry sauce.
"The young man you met, his name is Arryn "Scarf" Enju. He has the blood of an Angel, but that ain't all. He's also got the blood of a Demon in him. I'm not sure what his story is, but whatever it is, it's gotta be fucked up. I imagine god is making him collect Heaven Tokens so that he can earn the right to be in Heaven with his mother." The girls, unfortunately, didn't appear to be listening. They were chowing down on dinner with intent looks in their eyes.
"Are you even listening!?"
"Don't get so worked up. We heard you. So this guy just misses his mom, huh?" Panty mumbled through a full mouth of food. "That's cute, but we're doing this shit to get back to Heaven too."
Garter didn't say anything further on the subject and neither did Panty nor Stocking.

Elsewhere…

Arryn tossed the two newly earned Heaven Tokens up, catching them as they fall back down. "Those two Angels are arrogant if they seriously thought they were the only ones hunting Ghosts." He stuffed the tokens back in his pocket and slowed his motorcycle down and parked it at an apartment building. "Welcome home," he muttered to himself.
Arryn walked up the stairs to the second floor of the complex and pulled out a key. After unlocking the door to his apartment and walking in, he shut the door, placed the two Heaven Tokens in a wooden box, and threw himself on the couch and turned on the TV.
Not even ten minutes after doing so, a Japanese rock tune burst from the confines of his jacket. He reached in and pulled out his cell phone to find a message on the screen saying 'Dark Arkade'. "Great, I have even more work and no breaks," he groaned, putting his cell phone back in his pocket. He shut off the TV and headed back out the door and down to his motorcycle.
"Off to the arcade, I guess."

End of Chapter 1

Author's Note:
Now before any of you say anything, I need to let you know that I JUST finished watching Panty and Stocking. It may seem, at times, that I'm trying too hard or not hard enough to emulate the characters' personalities right, but all I want is for you to bare with me.
And another thing. Panty and Stocking wasn't the most serious anime in the world, I understand that, but it was capable of generating a serious mood at times and the story I am presenting you awesome dudes with is going to be serious.
That said, there will be times when things are all over the top or absolutely ridiculous and asinine.
Thanks for reading.
Reploid7,

Signing Off!