Chapter 1-

The cold slate gray of the concrete jungle better known as New York City, New York held a certain air of foreboding in the late afternoon sky. The clouds themselves shriveled and withered into the nothingness of the horizon, and the sky was two-toned with blue and purple. A cool breeze picked up nearby trash- papers, plastic bottles, old lottery tickets- and swirled them around the empty streets and their inhabitants' feet as they hurriedly and mindlessly made their way to whatever more important thing that was on their list as human beings.

Among these robots programmed to live life one year at a time, measured by an onslaught of mishappenings thought to be caused by old age and birthday after tired birthday, was a young man who had not let the over thought and over processed thing called age bother him. He was merely twenty-four, ancient in the eyes of the youth, and nothing quite special. He walked with an air of natural confidence, something severely lacking in the modern world for one of his age. His dark eyes, black in the quickly fading light of day, stared down any being who dared to challenge his authority.

As it turned out, not many dared. Who in their right mind would intentionally anger one of the most powerful men in the United States? He was known by two names which were both very popular: Sasuke Uchiha, owner of Uchiha Industries, and Sasuke, assassin. The latter was his secondary job. Sasuke was not a popular name in the least, and he was constantly maintaining his identity as one of the most prestigious companies of all time. Still, assassinations of every variety were his real forte. From powerful figures of stature to lowly drug dealers, he was called to the job, simply because he was known to do it right.

He had an assignment tonight.

Sasuke mentally reviewed his assignment, going over all of the glorious details that would essentially make his job both easier and more pleasurable. The man's name was Sai. He was younger than the Uchiha, but not by much. Maybe a year, two possibly. He resided in a district known to the lesser community as Grass City, popular for its large amount of drug addicts and dealers.

Sasuke smirked to himself, thinking of how obvious the name was. There wasn't a spot of grass around the cement and asphalt encrusted township. Sai wouldn't be hard to find at all. He was known far and wide for his deals, and it wouldn't be hard to weasel information out of an unsuspecting bystander.

Blending into his surroundings was another trait the Uchiha had picked up from working this job for the past six years, and he pulled a pack of Marlboro Lights cigarettes out of an inner pocket of his leather jacket, placing the cancerous stick in his mouth and lighting it quickly. The taste of unlit tobacco itself was enough to get him off, but at times like this, he needed a little more, if not for the sake of his blending in, but for the excitement and anticipation of the hunt. He took a long drag on the cigarette and relished in its flavor.

It was past twilight, the silent encroachment of dark transforming harmless shadows into things of nightmares fit for a Stephen King novel, much loved by the shadow that Sasuke was and new it. He ghosted through the alley, leaving a trail of thin smoke and the vague scent of men's aftershave in his wake. His shoes made little to no noise on the asphalt. Ghost really was a fitting name for the man.

"Well, well," Sasuke murmured, coming to a halt a few meters off a still figure wrapped in dark cloths. Pulling the twin pistols out of their holster, he aimed them at the figure, almost positive as to who it was. "Who is it we have here?"

"Who's asking?" the figure grumbled, sitting up slowly, as if in pain. Sasuke was sure that whoever it was knew who was asking, and he cocked the pistols, ready to shoot.

"Why don't you put those toys away, Ghost," the man muttered, looking at Sasuke with a bored expression that made him smirk. Sai blinked lazily like a cat.

"How about not?" Sasuke liked playing with his victims, toying with their thoughts until they convinced themselves that he would spare them, and then kill them. It was so much more entertaining to see that last glimmer of false hope flicker across their faces.

Sai didn't fall for it. "Just kill me already."

"Oh, but what's the fun in that?" Sasuke frowned. He didn't like this. Sai was giving up too easy. The game seemed over before it had really began.

"I just shot a load of heroin, Ghost. No matter what I know I'm through. So just shoot."

Sasuke's frown turned into a grimace. This was really no fun. He wanted to have the pleasure of personally destroying the little worm. He lowered the pistols, but didn't holster them.

Sai licked his lips, smiling. The two silver rings in either side of his bottom lip shimmered dully in the dark, and it reminded Sasuke of a hungry vampire or a snake ready to strike. It gave him an eerie feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Almost as Sasuke had expected, Sai sprang up off of the wall and sprinted down the alley away from him. Mechanically, the man fired a shot from each pistol, hitting Sai between the shoulder blades with both bullets, and causing him to drop to the ground instantly with barely more than a whisper of sound. Sasuke smiled. This game really had been enjoyable for him.

He turned silently, leaving his latest victim behind without a second thought. There were many more to be taken care of.

A/N

This is my first writing fic that i actually published. First of all, I would like to thank whoever decided to read this. Next, is that i need a beta. A good one too. Next, is that i will either be updating weekly or bi-weekly. If anyone cares of course.

uh, R&R please. peace.