Disclamer: It is unfortunate, but I don't own any characters or products/companies mentioned in this story and I am making no money off of it.
Warnings: Slash, abuse, attempted suicide.
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Prologue:
"They say you're the best," was all the other offered as an excuse for contacting Leon and dragging him outside during the late hours of the night. The pair was standing in a dark alley that was hidden from the usual shine of the town's glowing neon lights. It was the perfect spot for a shady business deal to go down in, and that's precisely why they were both there.
Leon said nothing. Merely staring at his potential client with his ever-present scowl. With the amount Leon had been offered for this job, he at least wanted to check it out. Most of his clients were small time criminals, enough to keep both of them under the radar of the law. But with business being slow lately, he couldn't afford to not at least look into the job. Ten thousand munny could go a long way.
Seeing that Leon wasn't going to respond any time soon, the man continued while reaching into his pocket, "the job is simple," he said, "I want this boy." He held out a worn out photograph of a pair of small twins, identical except for one boy was blond and the other a brunet. Along with it was a more recent picture of the brunet. He was with someone else, both laughing while walking down the street. It appeared that the teenager had no idea that he was being stalked.
So it's one of those jobs. Leon hated this kind of work but took the photos to examine them anyway. The innocent brunet looked fairly young, but Leon was never good at judging people's ages; for all he knew, the kid could be anywhere from twelve to nineteen. After a few more moments of studying the photograph Leon held out the pictures for his client to take back.
"Aren't you going to say something," his client asked, taking only the older of the two photographs back. "And you can keep that one, there's more where that came from."
Leon felt the need to shudder at the disgusting implication, but instead he just shrugged and pocketed the photo. He didn't really need the picture but not accepting it would be rude and he didn't want to take the chance at offending this man and losing the potential business deal.
"Give me about a month to plan, figure out his schedule and grab him," Leon final spoke, his voice sounding low and calm. "And then you'll have the kid."
"Excellent," the shifty man in front of Leon replied.
"I will need all of the munny up front," Leon said, running his hand through his shoulder length brown hair. "Or you can stalk this kid from the shadows for the rest of your life."
His client's eyes narrowed and he hissed slightly. "All?" He obviously thought that this was a ridicules request.
Leon nodded. He didn't usually do business this way, but this particular job required a lot more time and effort than the shady deals he normally did. Not to mention the fact that it was almost time for him to pay rent if he wanted to keep his small apartment on the other side of Traverse Town.
"That's the deal," Leon finally said. "Take it or leave it."
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AN: So for not doing anything for a while, I've decided to upload a new story. I haven't given up on the other ones, just needed to try something new. Feedback is appreciated, I hope you like it.