Actual 1st Comment: I'm posting this for QSK as he's really busy right now… This is a rewrite of a story previously posted here on FFN and now removed.

Pol

First off: I don't own any of the characters in this. Certain characters are copyrighted by Rumiko Takahashi. Joss Whedon and a bunch of others own Buffy. I'm just borrowing the sandbox for awhile to play in.

Second: This'll probably be a multi-crossover. I'm going to just put in whatever fits. No, I'm not gonna say what the crossovers are yet. To some people it will be painfully obvious about halfway thru the second chapter. For those of you who have no clue even after you meet the protagonist of this little tale, take heart for all will be explained as the story unfolds.

This one's for fun. Just because I want to and to get me over my writers block on Darkness Calls. Updates will occur when I can write them. Feedback helps me write Rating: PG to start. Hard R later.

Oh. For continuities sake, the story starts near the end of Buffy, Episode 6 in Season Three (Band Candy) and about ¾ of the way into the 1st x-over. That one has been toned back a little to make it fit. Both stories then make a sharp left into AU land.
Pairings: No. I'm not telling.

Character Death: It happens. You're warned.

QSK

Ronin's Luck

When you think of the word evil what do you think of? No, not the little 'e' type of evil, like cheating on your taxes, I'm talking the big 'E' type of evil. The nasty stuff that only seems to come out after dark, because even it doesn't like to look at itself in the light, type of evil.

Most sane people would say that mass murderers are evil along with all of their ilk. Some people say that war is evil. A few people believe that lawyers and politicians are evil. Damned if they aren't right.
The office wasn't on the huge side of large, but it was nicely decorated in a slightly rustic manner. Everything was tidy and in it's place. Dust and germs were some things that didn't seem to belong in this office, so they didn't. The owner wouldn't allow dust in there anyways, much less germs. A name could be made out on the glass of the door to this office: Mayor Richard Wilkins III. Here was evil. With a big 'E'.
Mayor Wilkins was smiling. He always seemed to be smiling, but tonight it was just a little wider than normal, the teeth just a shade brighter. Plans were working out. Life was good. Leaning back he contemplated the two individuals seated before him. They were punctual, he liked that. "My boy, you don't know how happy you have made me."
The youngish looking man sat up a little straighter in his chair and pushed his unruly mop of hair back up away from his face. "It was nothing, your Honor. I am happy that I could repay some of my debt to you." There was a slight accent to the voice and only after the hair had shifted could one see that he was Oriental.
"Ah. Yes. Giri is the word for debt in your language isn't it?" The Mayor's smile grew a little more as the powerfully built young man nodded his head. Almost two years ago He had taken a calculated risk. He'd helped a young Japanese teenager out with some peculiar problems that the young man had. His investment was still paying dividends, the teenager was now a sturdy young man who had gone on to realize his potential and he'd hadn't come to regret his spur of the moment action yet to date. "Well my boy. And young lady", he added quickly with a look at the second person seated across from him. "It seems that yours and mine dealings are mutually beneficial, do they not? I have helped you, you helped me. It's the way that things work in this great land. A small problem taken care of. obstacles removed. rebellious elements dealt with."
The man across from him leaned forward in his chair just a touch and it was only when he grabbed the armrest did one realize how big and how strong his hands were. "I'm very sorry about Mr. Trick sir; he didn't want to follow the orders that you had sent me to give him. The Slayer…" He lowered his gaze.
"Don't worry about it my boy, he wasn't a team player. There's no "I" in Team you know. He was very much an "I" type." The young lady seemed a bit confused at his comment for a moment but she smiled sweetly just the same. "You two make such a nice couple. It's good to see good kids being good kids." He was rewarded with a wide smile from the pretty young lady. It was a definite bonus that she was dressed demurely in a very simple but nice dress. It was so rare to see girls in nice clothes these days. Like her companion the girl was obviously Oriental, though the hair tended to throw one's perception of this off just a bit. Unfortunately the young man still looked a trifle depressed. "Hey, come on, don't be discouraged. You're a bright, young, energetic man with a whole life ahead of you. And I won't tolerate brooding. With the loss of Lurconis and the late un-lamented Mr. Trick out of the way, I think that I need someone a bit younger, more... robust, to help me in these troubled times. What do you say my boy?"
The speed at which his head snapped up almost broke the sound barrier. "Sir? Uhmm.. You want me to work for you full time?"
"Well, it's not like you and I haven't been helping each other for some time, true? I'm proposing a more stable arrangement here. You help me with some of my more pressing elements and I in turn give you a nice little job, with perks that don't include crazed demon hunters and those silly young girls in those scandalously short skirts. Whatever are their parents thinking of, letting them out in public like that?" He paused for a moment in contemplation and then continued. "You're not still having problems with that rather compulsive young man from Japan, are you?"
The short bark of laughter from his guest settled any fears the Mayor might have had on the front. "The last I saw of him he was a complete wreck, sir. I doubt he managed to survive much less climb out of his pit of depression. Even if he did manage to survive he will never become a threat anytime soon."
"Excellent, my boy." He said as he stood up and started to usher his new employees towards the door. It was late after all. Only upon rising, did you realize the size of the young man. Big and broad are too very good adjectives. They didn't do the man justice though. He moved with deceptive smoothness as he picked up a large backpack from near the door. It didn't take an expert to realize that here was someone well versed in martial arts. The young lady at his side made no noise at all which, in its own way, was much scarier than the obvious dangerousness of her companion. "You do still have the Amulet of Chaldor don't you? I would so hate for you to have problems with your curse at this point in time."
At the quick nodding of the man's head, the Mayor smiled once more. "Great! Those things don't grow on trees you know. Do be a good boy and be careful with it. As for Mr. Trick... there's no use in crying over spilt milk you know." He paused for a moment, just as his hand was reaching for the doorknob. "You are quite sure that the Slayer problem is corrected right? Well half corrected anyways."
Instead of answering the young man turned to his companion, who smiled demurely. Then her features shifted as her form grew smaller, her hair darker. The dress became a pair of extremely tight fitting blue-jeans and an abbreviated black tank top. She no longer looked Japanese in the least and her voice no longer held the slightest trace of an accent as she grinned up at the Mayor.
"Trust me Boss, we'll handle your Slayer problems and anything else that comes our way. Everything is 'Five by Five'."

End Chapter 1.

QSK