Rosario and Vampire

Jaded Edge

Prologue

Tsukune Aono casually walked down an alleyway during the coolest nights of the year. Idly he moved with a smoldering stick in his mouth while eying the darkened shadows in a bored interest. Here he was trying to deal with a problem that only proved to make itself a cozy grave, it was a problem that was in the form of a snitch that wanted to rat his business out. Normally he'd believe snitches had their reasons, but to betray him? Now that was something he'd be damned to not take care of personally. The idea of being unable to take of a simple snitch, it just rubbed him the wrong way to really think about it.

Not minding the fact said snitch used to be a reliable source, but like all sources in the world.

They eventually expired.

"Can't pity the poor bastard, he wanted to walk away without trying to back stab me. Guess kicking a man in the balls tends to do that, I might have to remember that one for once." He murmured this to no one in particular while shrugging off the reasoning, it wasn't like he really cared for the bastard. Normally he'd have left him alone, but when something along the lines of screwing over deals for extra money came into play. Then it became very personal, so Tsukune mentally shook his head at that thought.

While coming into place of how he handled such a situation, really did that make him an easy going person?

In theory sure, since he could understand the darker sides of people who were tempted with money. Hell he'd even do it to make an extra profit for the month yet to be a snitch and screw over a group of cohorts who all agreed to get an equal slice of the pie? Now he had two words for that little scenario, just two words that were enough to get him onto the job on hand and do what was required to set that record straight.

In other words if someone wanted to rat out other dealers to the police, "Fuck, no."

So here he was walking down the shadier sides of Tokyo, the grand city of the east and the literal breeding ground for the scum that was called the criminal underground. It wasn't as glamorous as opposed to being a model for the corporates up in the clean and pristine offices in the skyscrapers, but when something had to be done an old saying came to be heard. It was one that even he liked to think about since it always made sense in the modern times, perhaps in the past it'd been called different.

But for Tsukune Aono, this statement fit the memo perfectly.

Shit always rolled down hill.

The largest corporations in Japan loved to do things behind the glamorous life of legality. When shit needed to be done and many in those offices refused to lift a finger, always was it moved downwards onto the streets and the proxy wars. Wars involving the numerous gangs, the shady yakuza and the true organized crime all came together in a cluster fuck of trouble. That trouble was always a pain in the ass to deal with, but the results were what always made those who wanted shit to get done smile happily.

Those living in the light loved their imaginations to continue and the world kept on spinning. As much as the world sucked at times, it certainly had a way to make a person accept it without a care and why should such a person care for humanity that had created it's darker side over the centuries. Tsukune really didn't give a rat's ass about the those who preached for world peace, or the noble side of a man's heart. Funny thing, shit always went sour regardless of how good a dressed up piece of work looked.

He pondered those thoughts for a few minutes, "Me? Noble? Being a good man, a kind man and all for what? To get your ass handed to you when the time to get burned happens? Oh fuck that, I'd rather off myself somewhere than deal with that bull ever again."

Whoever said that the bright side of humanity always triumphed over its darker intents, now really that person was an idiot in the highest regard. No scratch that, he'd have been a mental reject at the social club to really think that would be the case and normally, it'd be so. However when having a large amount of people inhabit a city to earn money, to earn a living and to have the easiest lives possible. So it was understandable that those familiar feelings of temptation in doing a few naughty things to get a couple perks tended to overshadow the good side of emotions. Basically it was a load of crap, he knew majority of folks loved to inflict harm on others even if it gave them an edge in life.

Tsukune mentally rolled his eyes at these thoughts. It was rather simple really as humans were greedy naturally, it wasn't hard to admit it.

And naturally...

They were so fucking easy to do dumb things to earn money, or whatever they wanted.

"God I feel old." He inwardly muttered this to himself as he idly shifted his hood around his head to stop the cold chilling breeze that came around. Tokyo was unnaturally cold tonight and damn it al, it certainly gave off the impression winter was on its way, "Ah well, stop bitching about the weather and do what you came here to do. Plenty of time afterward to think about things, so get your head back into the game man."

Moving towards a bend between the buildings, Tsukune easily readied the concealed the firearm in the pocket pouch of his sweat shirt that was directly center on his abdomen. The gun really wasn't anything special to most people, but it held a sentimental value to him that certainly would pay its dues when it's presence required to deliver the results needed. Results that lead to death in other words, but to be fair he kept the weapon as a reminder. Plus in that position since it was easier at the moment since he had a jacket covering his sweater, all due to the cold weather tonight and it reflected the dim lights flickering occasionally when he passed by.

It was just another night in the city of light and grandeur.

He knew most of it was covered by bullshit and it was being masked by perfume in the mask of humanity.

Staring upwards at the looming structures of cement and steel, the young man quietly took in the details of boarded up windows that were frequent. Sad reality of the economic nightmares right under the greatest city of the eastern hemisphere, some people thought the city life would be easy to live and man were they wrong. Really wrong just more so when the housing bubble crunched on those unfortunate enough to be idiots handling money. That month certainly topped the scale for the most, busiest type of month he'd ever have in a long time and it'd be too soon for another.

"Just keep an eye out man, Boss told us that..."

Tsukune mildly stopped in his tracks to move towards the wall, he casually slipped out the gun which was a silver pistol that had been around for some time. It wasn't one of the newer models, but it certainly held its ground against the cheaper yet frequent types found on the common scumbag. As far as he was concerned, the M1911 would be his ideal choice to use for his job and life in the oncoming future. The customized magazines certainly boosted the bullet count from the standard seven to the highly sought after eleven marked upgrades. It had cost a pretty penny to break for the aftermarket and black market modifications, but the purpose only served to make him enjoy the line of work he was into after dealing with the bleakest sides of Tokyo in it's finest glories.

Now being a practical and pragmatic person, Tsukune found that the larger magazines carried more weight to make the shots count due to his own reluctance to waste brass altogether. The less casings left behind was a harder chance for the cops to pick up on his trail, so being quicker on the job meant more of a chance to do more without being caught and it worked for him, so far. Perhaps being too efficient would draw the heat onto him, but why the hell should he care for some incompetent ass-clown's performance to take on a simple criminal like him?

Bureaucratic corruption at its worst also made cops look stupidly incompetent as well.

"...yeah man, I heard Boss pissed off the Courier himself!" The voices picked up as he got closer.

Sighing to himself did Tsukune slip the firearm under his coat to block it from sight. He heard the voices continue over the wind as it picked up, "Are you fucking kidding me? The Courier of all people? God damn it man, is boss that crazy? There's a reason why not many people want to mess with him, I heard he's killed enough gangsters to fill an entire cemetery all on his own!"

How heart warming to think of him as such a person, Tsukune smirked while peaking around the corner.

Two cronies of the snitch were standing guard at a truck's loading point, the big gap of space leading downwards towards an iron door were what he noticed and the railings of a secondary walkway leading to another door on the side. He mentally pictured that the two lookouts had the keys to the door, or else they'd be pissing themselves if they hadn't had a means to escape. Ah well, not like escaping from him wasn't recommended due to the fact he had a reputation at stake. A reputation in doing his job and leaving the least amount of wandering blabbering idiots possible.

A very good business model if he had to say so himself.

Both men had their backs to him much to his silent amusement, "I'd doubt it'd be a cemetery, I mean I'm not that vicious to know the body count. Guess rumors loved to be exaggerated, ah well I'm not complaining either way it makes my job easier." Ideally using a rigged silencer would've done the trick in this time frame, but the guys had really made his night in talking about his past exploits in the city of light. So normally being generous really didn't do much other then the fact he'd oblige such terror, even though it was poorly masked for a decent reason in namely wanting to live and all that good stuff.

Tsukune adjusted his hood before shrugging to himself, he casually stepped aside of the corner to fire two shots to the back of the cronies heads. Their corpses hit the ground without a simple complaint or restraint when their brains splattered onto the damp concrete so he barely paid them an eye lash. Although he couldn't help but cheekily comment to the two stunned dead men, "By the way the whole killing enough people for a 'cemetery thing' is kind of bull shit, it'd be enough to fill a warehouse. So get your facts right next, alright guys?"

Both corpses merely oozed out red liquid due to the holes entering and exiting their skulls.

"Good to know, I'll see ya around."

Without missing a step he stepped over the first corpse and noticed the keys hanging on the belt. Not willing to disrespect the dead anymore than necessary, Tsukune nudged the man over with his foot and easily cut off the key chain with a pocket knife that slipped into his free hand. A pair of dull yet shocked eyes watched him scavenge, so he felt no need to care or close the man's eyes for the sake of merely getting his job done.

And to enjoy the moment in giving out the stitches for the snitches.

Moving down the walkway while swinging the key chain around his index finger, he began to hum a small tune to himself to pass the time. An old tune that his mother used to sing to him when he was a kid, it was a shame her soul had passed on but her body remained entombed in the living. It was something he had never forgotten to begin with despite what who he was now. Briefly a surge of anger rippled across his features before he exhaled sharply, in pushing open the locked door without too much trouble and he idly kept his pistol at his side to expect the welcoming committee.

Stepping through the doorway was met with an expected response.

One that he side stepped to avoid a sledge hammer bust open his skull, Tsukune leaned under before firing once to hit the junkie in the chin to send his brain to the ceiling. Blood splattered briefly onto his hood, he ignored the body slamming into the ground with the hammer meeting the floor with a loud clacking echo. Rubbing his chin for a moment, "I think I can improvise here. I mean wasting a bullet on these guys isn't bad, I guess it's just not totally subtle if someone wanted to compare ballistics. Ah fuck it, hammer time."

Smiling to nothing in particular, the young man picked up the sledge hammer which was a decent weighed instrument of construction. Well to be honest, he had deconstruction in mind and it tended to involve the skull of a human being as flesh didn't hold up against steel at all. Laughing silently the hooded teen made his way down the hall to see stair case leading upwards, there were no guards at all and that certainly made the job all the more easier to complete. Guess the snitch wasn't aware of how quick he had gotten the word about his arrival, it was a good thing really and it never hurt to do a job like this on his leisure.

Nothing wrong in taking your time to admire one's own work, Tsukune thought bemused.

Lightly tapping the wooden handle against his palm did the hooded young man start to adjust to the weight, the weight itself wasn't too bad and in all things considering, it'd do its purpose just right. Humming a bit louder to add some personal taste to his walk, he narrowly avoided some idiot's attempt to swing a crowbar at him from the left hand side of the hallway as it was before the staircase leading upwards to the second floor.

Ducking under the swing, the thug was shoulder slammed into the wall as Tsukune's face twisted into a vicious snarl as he slammed the hammer into the man's gut. Poor bastard fell over to the side hunched over even when an elbow slammed into the back of his skull, there was no remorse or anything of that sort from the person. Hefting the sledge hammer over his head, Tsukune only issued a small psychotic grin that worked its way onto his face, "I hate to break this on you, but you're probably not getting an open casket for your funeral. I just want to say, that I am really, really..."

A single twitch came from the thug.

Clenching his fists tightly as he inhaled deeply, the hammer slammed downwards caving in the skull cavity without much resistance! Immediately brain matter and bone splattered onto the wall in a gush of red. An excessive amount of dark crimson blood pooled onto the floor, maybe a small pond's worth draining out from its source to cover a long river of flow life liquid.

Tsukune tossed the hammer aside, it fell against the floor with a loud clang. "...really, I am not sorry."

Wiping his hands without a care, the hooded killer moved up the stairs to come to another hallway leading to a single office at the end. However what set apart this last obstacle wasn't due to the fact the said door leading the office was locked, oh hell no, he knew that'd be way too simple for him to address. Tsukune only shook his head as he walked down the hallway which had the occasional window leading to the outside, well to the alley below since it wasn't much to look at really.

Standing directly in his path, a massive bull of a man stood with his arms crossed.

The typical 'heavy' muscle for any crime boss to employ, for the hooded teen it wasn't anything special really as he walked up to the guy casually. Literally he walked right up the guy who had gone pale at the mere sight of him, Tsukune merely smiled as if approaching an old friend which by all rights wasn't the case. In fact this type of smile became the kind that made most grown men feel like the devil had appeared before them, ready to take their souls into hell if their due was to be collected and it never failed for him.

"Evening pal, do you mind moving aside or am I going to do it for you?"

Predatory.

That would have been the word to use for his gaze, brown orbs that were merrily alive with emotion to make the big man tremble enough to be noticed. Tilting his head to the side, the hooded youngster playfully asked, "Are you alright? You seem like you've seen a ghost, or something. I mean I'm me after all and this isn't a joke, hell I'd say you even think of me as a bad guy. Which isn't the case, now really I just do a job and unfortunately for people like you..."

In hindsight looking friendly looking only served to provoke fear to lash out.

So not another word was said as the large man moved like lightning sending Tsukune into the wall, his head had snapped to the side to dent the said wall. Now that certainly killed the mood for being a nice guy and to honest, the young hooded man thought to himself, him in being nice never made anyone respect what had to be feared. He barely had time to look up as the large hulk of a thug gripped him by the fabric of his sweater to slam him into the opposite wall, the pressure came upon his neck within seconds as a forearm attempted to cut off his air supply.

And Tsukune had a feral grin, "Cheap shot, huh? Fuck it, cup check!"

Due to the height difference along with the very suitable angle, a knee went upwards to slam the big man in the crotch area hard and the scream of rage followed was only the beginning. The grip loosened on his neck as he kicked again completely feeling flesh fold inwards and not a moment too soon when the large man fell to the ground coughing. Pain seemed to surge into his nervous system from the cheap shot, but the hooded teen let loose on the man completely hammering away at his neck region.

It took half a dozen punches to crush the man's neck with an indentation of his fist entrenched itself to have the big man spit up blood and gag on vomit, a potent mix in other words. Smiling good naturally even though the throbbing sensation of his brain being stressed was all but ignored barely, Tsukune lifted the man off from the floor who gagged on the flesh where muscles underneath swelled to be clogging his only means to breathe.

Gripping the side of the downed man's skull, he slammed his knee first into the facial cavity and switched legs three times in his assault. Bones gave way in sickening cracks and occasionally the gurgling screeches that came from a man's throat, Tsukune smiled regardless near the end of it truly. Grabbing a fistful of hair as a sardonic smile came into view, "I'm not one to beat around the bush, but when you try to sneak in a cheap shot on me did you think that I'd not get even with ya? Common sense bro, if you wanna ante up then I'll raise ya and call on you to show your hand."

Lifting the bruised man's face which was a ghastly coloration of purple and dark red came into the halls lighting. Twisting his hand slightly to the right, the free limb made a fist as he slammed one last fist into the man's temple sending him onto the floor convulsing into shock, Tsukune adjusted his clothing in the mean time. "I always liked beating on larger people, they never realize I like to fight dirty." He looked down at the twitching man, "Well, you're fucked. I gotta live so fuck rules and honor, no one can't do much when their a dead man. See ya around, or not."

Moving to the door he casually placed his ear against the metal frame, he heard frantic shuffling. Frowning internally as a possible certainty came to the forefront of his mind and he hummed thoughtfully. It seemed like someone was preparing a special surprise involving a severe case of lead poisoning, expected. Naturally desperation always loved to keep creativity in bed when that time came around. So pondering on what to do, Tsukune looked back to the twitching man who was gasping for breathe and another smile came into view, a shame that this poor bastard wanted to sucker punch him for being friendly.

Now being friendly it wasn't such a bad thing for a person to be.

But unlike most people, "Hey pal, let me give you a hand. I think we got off on the wrong foot." Tsukune Aono had a creative way of being friendly when a person wanted to punch his lights out, a rather straight forward way and it never failed, somewhat. "C'mon on, get onto your feet big man, I need a favor and I think you're the right person for the job. I hope you don't mind lead poisoning." Humming lightly the man got forced to stand just for a split second.

He took a moment to gauge the door, the man and the amount of necessary aggression to do its purpose in life.

Just as he snarled to rush the man head first into the door to have it fly open and the response to the occupant within the said room was all the more sweeter. He rested against the wall as gun shots came streaking out hitting the narrow walls to ricochet into windows and shattering glass! Ear splitting shards cracked against the floor as the full automatic weapon spent its entire magazine into a semi-dead man who'd normally be let off.

Tsukune told himself on most days that there was nothing wrong with being friendly to people.

Whistling lightly in an appreciative manner, he walked right into the room where the shredded corpse lay on the floor, "Thanks for helping me out there big man, I owe you."

The inside of the room wasn't much to look at and the occupant wasn't special in any case. He was a standard gangster inside an office covered in the most stereotypical manners possible. Small table with bags of cocaine, or heroin pending on the amount of cuts given to the person in the streets, of course his personal favorite of magazines of model women every where and to top it off, the desk where a computer lay running in full swing. Also that small yet comfortable round chair had been occupied by a trembling man with a goatee, now there was the snitch also known to be as his soon to be ex-associate.

"Koizumi! What's going on man? You tidying up the place?" Ignoring the bloodied corpse of flesh slightly adjacent to him. Tsukune casually pulled out a white stick to light it up with a lighter he had inside his jackets pockets. Never left home without home for almost a year now, it certainly came in handy to have a relaxing session. It was some of the very good decisions to contend with on this life he had. There was always time to catch with people regardless of the circumstances and he'd be a bastard to say he hadn't offered to such occasions.

He began with his stuttering, "...B...Boss...please...I..."

Stuttering was a classic example of a man who knew he had screwed himself over, Tsukune merely smiled very friendly like which made the poor guy pale like a corpse. An irony here was that a corpse in the very room had more coloration then a living man, "No need to explain Koizumi, I get it. You wanted this place to look good, you panicked because you were trying to get off on some pics and it's perfectly understandable for someone to be startled for a better lack of a word, I mean it's cool." Moving forward a few feet made the man whimper piteously, normally that would be a sign of a person who knew shit would be getting real and quite frankly, it was true.

Tsukune mentally shrugged off the expression of terror and utter desperation lingering within the man's blue orbs.

A shame that his girlfriend would be mourning a dead man soon.

"I'd like to think I'm a swell guy, I mean a group comes together and we all have that common goal of earning a profit equally. Nothing wrong with that, in theory we could pool a lot more sources for drugs, women and the almighty gun for cash, Koizumi, I hate to say this but..." He trailed off somewhat disappointed in a faux fashion, both of his hands went into his pockets and pulled out the pistol. The gleaming metal reflected onto the hooded youngster's face to reveal brown orbs that were less than pleased.

It was here the older man collapsed onto the floor as his knees were more numb then being in a freezing cold lake.

And the snitch tried to speak, but Tsukune cut him off, "You wanted to sell some of us out to the cops no less, really a dumb idea because most of us were actually content to run a good business. I mean I had half a dozen calls blow up my phone to take this job up. Plus you know I'm trying to keep a low profile and try to be a really, really good competitor for the trade in Japan, right?"

While he had been a very well received person by being paid a good amount of money and being 'the Courier' of all things certainly helped his reputation. Many of the criminal underworld had taken notice, the Yakuza families really wanted his status per say through marriage. That whole idea was basically take one of the daughters of said family and have a kid, to obtain the means to keep him leashed. A fat chance in hell in other words, so Tsukune had stayed away from the more eager of those said girls whenever they came across him or vice verse.

It tended to be easier for life in general.

He had started up his own group of willing individuals about a year ago, in being the Boss of said group and organizing the means to get profits always tempted him. It never hurt to be prepared, so he had taken a small stake in the large flow of black market cash grabs to earn his own salary as a businessman without the legitimacy of paying taxes. Now that was the most evil thing in the world, in paying taxes from an honest man's pocket as a means to 'acquire' fund for the public.

Ah crap now that was thing.

He wasn't really the good kind of honest.

"Boss! I swear, I swear on my soul they were going to kill me, boss! These things, those things that were really they were, they're...they're..." A bullet fired to make the man scream when it penetrated his knee cap effectively handicapping him. The screams began in full on earnest and in response the young crime lord merely pocketed the pistol.

Moving up he hefted the man to slam him into the desk so his temple pressed against the oak surface, the several burned stains and other such things marred the surface. Truthfully staining a work desk like was a disgusting image no less to further irritate Tsukune's mood. He really had no time to deal with the rambling so as far as he was concerned, the snitch in his hands wouldn't be much use to anyone.

He made that perfectly clear to the soon to be dead man, "I don't give a rat's ass about what, or who Koizumi. You should have known better than to screw your friends over, yet alone me personally. So now, I'm going to keep this quick and hopefully..." Tenderly he took the man's fingers and immediately jerked the middle straight backwards in breaking the bone. "...as painfully as possible. All just for what you did to us."

A wailing scream of agonizing proportions filled the room, Tsukune broke each finger with a careful yet deliberate motion as his eyes were less than thrilled to see the man cry. He ignored the tears before taking the man's arm and snapping it with enough force to break the arm and the screams continued just with more intensity. Betrayal rubbed off on most gangsters and criminals. Honestly in general both hated traitors, Tsukune wasn't immune to that little saying of snitches loved to get stitches when they got buried in ditches.

"THEY WANTED ME! THEY KNOW I KNOW ABOUT THE PLAN! THEY'RE COMING TO GET ME! THEY KNOW!" All he got for doing this was the snitch yelling about whoever they were.

So Tsukune just snorted, "Do I look like I give a fuck?"

Slipping the knife out of his pocket, he nimbly flicked the blade open before really consider his options in what to do with the guy. He could have shot him but that wouldn't be much of a message to anyone who found him after tonight, plus it'd be a rude thing to kill a man with a simple bullet. Did a man who betrayed his friends deserve such treatment in which they willing broke their word? Mind him for whatever reason why and because of the life he had been threatened by another party, an unknown party?

Tsukune considered many things but did Koizumi deserve to die with a bit of dignity? All due to their past history together to earn a fair score of cash? Although he had done the one thing many in their world despised, they snitched to whoever to bring the heat and the consequence of screwing over business partner to save his own skin. Did that really play into his own considerations to allow this guy to walk away without even realizing he broke that cardinal guideline? In the end the young Crime Lord looked down at the quivering mass called a man.

"Am I really going to ask myself, to give this snitch a clean death?"

Nope.

"Fuck no."

Not a chance in hell.

The Courier smiled a little too friendly, "No open casket for you."

The knife slammed blade first into the man's temple and he jerked violently with the gurgling noises in the base of his throat as red foam escaped his lips. To be rather generous in his opinion, Tsukune lifted the knife to stab yet another time. He wildly stabbed a dozen times at the skull region with blood shooting outwards to stain his sweater and to make his face drench with red liquid. Not once did he stop in his relentless assault to have the corpse of his former associate twitch due to the muscle control within the brain being cut loose.

Idly the limbs occasionally flailed out of reflex, but the deed was done.

A twitching corpse remained on the desk, the rising crime lord snorted dismissively before using the bloodied knife to slice the throat region for good measure. Once that action had been done, he wiped the blade on the dead man's clothing to further add the insult to the fate of a traitor. He was a snitch who got his stitches and the only thing was missing would have been the ditch. Damn him to his twisted soul, it wasn't as satisfying as it had been in the past to deliver retribution but things got old for people quick when they were earning cash regardless of the life.

Finishing in cleaning the six inch blade, the young man moved around the desk to see the computer that been active with a thumb drive had been placed into one of the front USB ports. Curiously he sat down to reveal that the downloading had just been completed, files of some kind were being transferred and he shrugged to myself, "Might as well take the damn thing. Kinda curious about 'them' and 'they', I don't listen to snitches but I get myself curious. Koizumi, you'd must have been pissing glass to not betray them over me or your friends, so we're gonna find out."

Thumbing the small rectangular drive as he pocketed the thing into his jacket for safe keeping. Somewhat bored he looked around to see a closet off to the side, now he was quite interested to see the contents within. Whistling a small tune Tsukune opened the compartment to reveal a rather awesome find. In fact he had to smirk openly, "Well holy shit. I guess you wanted to torch this place and make a run for it after all, Koizumi. I guess you kept a few of our contingencies in place, it's a shame you didn't look half as smart as you thought you were."

Three gasoline canisters used for cars were stocked up as a contingency plan if a safe house or a lab had been compromised via the cops or whoever. It was a quick mark to stall for time and destroy as much shit as possible. Hell it worked more often to slow down whoever was sniffing out the cooking stations for meth or cocaine, it depended on the country's political mood at the time. Cheap yet very effective, but it never failed to keep some gas in a man's work place to stop shit from being uncovered and again it had proven to be consistent.

He left one inside the closet for a bang as he poured enough over it to have it light up like New Years Eve.

Whistling loudly he started to pour one canister's worth all over the room and especially drenching the corpses for good measure to make sure it'd take a hell of a time to find out who was what. Cracking his neck left to right, the young criminal easily poured the remaining contents onto the walls for good measure. Seemingly satisfied with this work as he took the remained canister to pour out into a trail leading outwards into the hall. From there he dragged it to have pour its liquids throughout the small building.

The interior would be very warm soon enough.

He eventually came to the door way and promptly threw the plastic container into the open area, "I need to relax. Time for a smoke."

Yet again he hummed contently to take a lighter, plus the stick wasn't a cigarette by any means and it lacked the harmful effects of tobacco. Basically it was a rolled up joint, or a blunt to be blunt. Tsukune smiled at the pun and inhaled happily, "Nothing like feeling good about yourself after a job. Nothing wrong about that and a man can live how he wants to be for the best reason, earning cash for life. Fuck yeah."

Taking a deep drag on the rolled up marijuana, the embers lit up jet red as he harmlessly flicked a few embers off for good measure. The rolled joint wasn't really thick, merely a thin layer for a quick smoke and it did it's purpose to the best of its meager ability. Holding the smoke within his lungs for a minute, he exhaled contently enjoying the burning sensation flow up into his head and it made him shudder blissfully.

All in all he'd admit a good night so far.

He flicked the stick as a few harmless red embers fell to the ground.

And a blaze of hellish flames ignited to trail into the building itself!

Tsukune grinned when he closed the door, so he started to walk away down the alley he came down minutes beforehand. His boots stepped into the bloodied pools of the two dead cronies, his prints echoed within his ears when he reached into his pockets to pull out a pair of blue headphones that fit snugly into his ears. Rolling both shoulders to ward off the aches within his joints, Tsukune inhaled yet again to feel the effects of the high hit him more potently this time around. Mentally counting down to predict the bang wasn't in his best interest per say, so admiring one's own work had limits and he wanted to out before the police showed up in this part of the city.

"I wonder if that thumb drive has anything on it?" He thought to himself calmly trying to figure it out.

But in the end he shrugged, "Well I shouldn't care too much. Because after all, the best edge a man can have is..."

The building behind him exploded in an inferno of orange and yellow as the heat saturating his back in a glow of ominous proportions.

He adjusted his hood to stop it from falling backwards just as a pair of brown orbs glowered happily underneath the darkness the clothe provided. Tsukune couldn't help but smile at the flames licking up towards the sky. The stars were shining brightly on the cold night. Even the moon itself was almost full and he enjoyed the blissful harmony that the city entitled to those living within its confines. What a life to live and to eventually die in when the time came calling, it never ceased to do what it was meant too.

For those living amongst the area well, at least they'd have a good show to wake them up. Shrugging as he thought this while walking out of the alleyway, the young criminal stopped for a moment. Sighing lightly here it was when he exhaled deeply to look back at the flaming mass that was once a safe house. He didn't feel particularly emotional about it, the lack of really feeling anything other than boredom certainly made the case for someone like him. Throughout his tenure within the dark streets of the city, the city of Tokyo did he learn one thing about trying to control its vast black market wealth and to take piece of the pie which was the cold cash flowing like a river.

The best edge a man could have against anything or anyone was, "A jaded edge."

End Prologue

Author's Note: Sometimes I just can't let something die without making an effort to revive it.

I like to say this a spiritual successor to my older Rosario story that I have removed, that said story for all intensive purposes is dead due to the fact it's been years since I last updated it. But I still have an urge in me to attempt one decent Rosario and Vampire story before I ever consider trying to go beyond into a professional writing career. Believe me I do want to attempt that but unfortunately writing as a hobby is one thing, a job is another.

It's definitely a challenge to portray any standard cliche hero protagonist in canon into something twisted, just twisted enough to make everyone interested. Tsukune Aono in this story is what I'd consider an AU, or possibly just different altogether in that sense. However he still has elements of his canon self, rarely at times but I don't think I have to explain what he could be right now. Most of you are either hooked by him, interested or simply don't care to make an assumption. The point is I'm still trying to test the waters in what I'm preparing for the future.

So leave a review, tell me your thoughts and I'll continue regardless.