Chapter 1-
Two figures crouched behind a tree concealed in the shadows, their back hunched over while they map out the apartment complex in front of them. The smaller raised his gun upwards, utilizing his scope to zoom in on the male near the window above, a beer can and a cigarette in hand. The drunken male stumbled around the room, oblivious to the silhouettes following his every movement like hawks. They ignored the wind as it brushed and danced around them, thankful they came prepared beforehand with thick coats that are helping them remain warm whilst spending their night scoping the rundown building. They remained still, eyes unblinking and scope always on target to make sure they don't lose sight of their top of the list victim.
"Look's like we've found our target, what's he on the list for?"
The smaller shuffled on his feet further towards the shadows, obscuring passerby's view from seeing the two males, fully armed and aiming "The drunk has been on the list for a couple of months, the asshole killed his wife and twelve year old daughter. He eluded the area away from the cops without a trace, bunking here for the past month."
"Any other malefactor records apart from the recent kill?" The taller took a list from within his coat pocket, scanning all the different names jotted down.
"From the file, he's hit the bars a couple of times. The first arrest had been for robbing a store down the block and one for assaulting an old woman for cash while wasted. Looks like the old man needs to learn when it's time to put down the booze."
"You've missed one." He used his flashlight to highlight the scribbled down words "Apparently he raped his neighbour.."
"He's such an-... Wait, our target is leaving the building." He quickly moved position from behind the tree to get a better view of the male exiting the apartment. They watched as he tossed his now empty can in a nearby bush before wobbling down the road to where the two had an inkling would be towards the pub to get wasted more than he is already. They pulled down their wooly hats that work as a mask to hide their identity in case they failed to descry any witnesses that may linger nearby while going in for the kill.
They hid in the shadows, being sure to take swift but slow movements as not to alert the male to their presence. The shorter male pulled out a pocket knife that lay within his pocket, the cool metal glistening from the moon as he lowers it towards a piece of rope, cutting a decent size off that he will later use to tie their victim up for an interrogation. Normally they'd just go in for the kill, but tonight they're going to do it differently. They want answers from the male who killed his wife and daughter. They want to know what possessed him to carry out his actions without any care in the world. Did he feel guilty for what he had done by his own hands or did he not even blink an eye at the realization?
"Red, he's taking a corner, looks like we were wrong after all." His voice remained low, eyes never leaving their target "If I'm correct, he's making a beeline for the 'pay for play area.' I feel sorry for those who're unfortunate."
The other nodded at his partner, grasping what the other was saying "Deplorable Mr. Jones, no fun for you tonight." He climbed up the building, disappearing into the darkness up ahead to take a different route.
The taller male watched his partner vanish up the building out of the corner of his eye before turning back towards his on the move victim. Picking up his pace, he followed his victim towards the alleyway, thankful he wore night vision glasses behind his mask to have a better vision inside the darkened narrow space. Slipping behind a garbage disposal, his eyes scanned over the hunched over figure pulling out a cigarette while leaning against the battered wall.
He sauntered forward, his long trench coat billowing behind him due to the whispering wind that brushed past him with every confident stride. He halted in his tracks, hovering over the male who because of the alcohol, is too pissed to process the other figure who's blue eyes bore into his head, hoping to perforate his skin with a mere glare. He leaned down, yanking the male forward harshly which instantly grabbed the wasted males attention. He tried to escape the current firm hold, but he immediately found his weak attempts to be futile, the hand involuntarily tightening on him in a death grip. He stared at his capture, eyes widening when he locked eyes with hardened azure. Those eyes were piercing his very being, almost like they were probing for his soul just to rip it out, leaving him broken and empty.
"W-Who are y-you? Remove y-your mask and reveal y-yourself!" He tried to act confident, but his voice betrayed him, even his slur from the alcohol didn't cover up the shakiness that took hold of his voice. He nearly cursed for all the alcohol he shot down his throat, marking it as bad luck. Trust him to get into trouble when his mind isn't in the right place, leaving him unable to fight off the masked man, even though he will try.
"And why would I obey the likes of you?" He couldn't help the snarl that escaped, his face contorting in disgust with every word the male verbalized. Where's a breath mint when you need one?
"You're a coward!" He could feel his body go numb, probably from the alcohol coursing through his system. He gained an ounce of confidence, hoping to catch the male by surprise to make an attack. He's been in these type of situations before, getting cornered by a couple of thugs trying to steal his nonexistent money. Hell, he was poor, the only bit of money he did have was used on booze to black out the world around him, floating on cloud nine from his drunken state. That's how he liked it, half conscious to the real world and buried in his fantasies. He would have killed himself already if it wasn't for the booze he stocks up on, finding it to be some sort of haven. Why would anyone commit suicide when they can live a terrible, but satisfying life drowning in misery while drinking their life away?
"A coward, huh?" Azure eyes narrowed, his fists tightening at the side of his hips once he released the male "And what about you Anthony Jones? Doesn't running away make you a coward?" He stepped back, watching the drunks eyes widen at the mention of his name. "Are you not a coward for killing your wife and daughter when times got rough? especially when they didn't abide by your sick rules? What's the definition of a true coward? Please enlighten me."
He shook his head in disbelief "How did you know?" He stepped forward, his finger pointing accusingly "How do you know about that? Who are you! Tell me now or I'll.. I'll kill you! TELL ME NOW!"
"Of course you'll kill me." He chuckled behind his mask, eyes never leaving hazy aqua. "That's just what you do. When you feel threatened, when you're exposed, you draw blood. Tell me, what sick being would kill his own family? Do you have no morals?"
"You know nothing about me-"
"-Are you willing to wager on that?" He raised an eyebrow, amused "I could pull out a list if you're disbelieving." Without waiting for a reply, he reached inside his pocket and grasped a rumpled piece of paper. Raising it, he cleared his throat. "Your name is Anthony Jones, you're 47 years old. Your wife Cynthia was just 45 when you killed her, along with your twelve year old daughter Crystal. You lived in a small town called Ka-"
"ENOUGH!" He lunged forward, attaching himself to the taller male, successfully backing them into the opposing wall. He grabbed the piece of paper the other held seconds ago, ripping it into a thousand pieces before attacking the masked male, his ineffective blows not phasing the other male whatsoever as he dodges the drunks every sluggish assault. The taller had a sudden impulse to laugh, moving out of the way swiftly without much care. He couldn't stop the smirk that twitched at the corner of his lip once he witnessed the drunken male stumble backward, the alcohol finally taking effect and enervating him tremendously. There's only a matter of time before he loses consciousness, falling victim to the darkness.
"Touchy.." He watched the male give up on his blows, stumbling backward. At first he thought he was about to make contact with the ground, especially since he was swaying marginally. However, he didn't expect the other to pull out a sharpened blade, raising it dauntingly towards him, his legs in an attacking stance. He nearly scoffed, mentally beating himself up for not thinking correctly. Of course a killer would carry weapons with him, whether a small blade or a gun. Once a sadist, always a sadist.
"I'm not letting you stay alive when you know so much about me! Damnit, I don't want you handing me into the cops do I?" He stumbled forward, the blade raised and hovering over the 'stalkers' heart. Just as he was about to pierce flesh, a pain shot down his spine, a burn forming in his upper back making the blade fall freely from his hands, the darkness gripping him faster than before. He collapsed to the ground, kneecaps scraping over damp battered pavement which seemed to add to the discomfort forming on flesh. His hand began to shake, his eyes blurry from a mixture of pain and alcohol. He wanted to cry, tears were already forming at his eyes, a stinging sensation gathering at the corner and spreading. Just as he was about to fall into a state of unconsciousness, another sharp pain emitted from his back, a metallic object exited his back in a ragged way, the pull not straight nor swift, cutting deeper into his skin.
"I didn't think you would arrive in time."
"I didn't think you would get backed into a corner."
"Hmpf." He grunted, kicking the now limp body of the male at his feet, the blood pouring freely from the wound made from his partner. He watched the other bend towards the drunk, feeling for a pulse or anything that would confirm that he was still alive. He cursed under his breath, discarding the rope off in the distance with a huff.
"He's dead."
"I'm not surprised, you weren't exactly gentle." He hauled the corpse over his shoulder, frowning from the stench "What were you doing up there?"
The smaller shrugged, grabbing his bag and stuffing his sniper and blade inside "I was on the lookout. I tried contacting you, but your walkie talkie wasn't on."
"Sorry." He grunted, his back hunching over due to the weight of the male "He weighs a tonne, let's head back before my back lets out."
His partner nodded, leading the way out and eyes on the lookout as they head back towards their base, their task complete.
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"And you were successful?"
"Yes boss, he's no longer a threat."
"Very good. You boys never let me down." He eyed the male, his eyes twitching "Yami, my boy. There's something you need to know."
Said person looked up, eyebrow raised in question "What is it uncle?"
His eyes turned serious, watching intently for a reaction "I have ultimately ascertained who killed your parents." He leaned forward, chin on palm "I've finally solved the mystery."
Yami's eyes widened, his head shaking in disbelief "Y-You?" His eyes narrowed "Who? Who killed them. When I get my hands on them I'm going to ki-"
Aknadin mentally smirked, expecting that reaction "-He goes by the name of Yugi Muto. He's the same age as you and lives in Domino. From the file, he tends 'Domino High', while also living in a small game shop called 'The Kame Game'."
"Right." Yami stood up and was about to march out the door when a hand gripping his wrist halted him in his tracks. He frowned, his anger increasing from being stopped "What are you doing?" He pulled on his arm, relinquishing his wrist from his uncle's grasp "What's the meaning of this?" His voice remained low and calm, betraying his true feelings.
Aknadin brushed off his clothes before pulling out a file from his drawer. Walking towards the furious male, he shoved the file in his hand and stepped away "This is his file, you do not want to face him blindly. I know you're angry, I know you want to kill him, but hold that thought for a while. I have a task and I believe you will fulfill it correctly."
"A task?" Yami glared, his grip on the file tightening "How can you set me a task when HE is out there walking around freely when he killed my parents!" He shook his head, hands shaking with rage "Do not try and stop me from getting my well deserved revenge!"
"I'm not stopping you. But you will do as I tell you, do I make myself clear?" He crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly, his nephews glare not fazing him.
"Whatever." He turned his head, mumbling profanities under his breath "What's this task of yours?"
Aknadin smiled in triumph, eyes twinkling mischievously "I want you to attend Domino High and befriend Yugi. No buts, you'll do as I ask."
Yami snapped his head towards his uncle, throat drying "You want me to befriend someone, knowing deep down inside I want to strangle him with my bare hands? What's the meaning of this? Why not kill him now?"
"Do not question me boy, I have my reasons and you will later find out in time. Do as I say and you'll be rewarded greatly. Of course if you successfully do as I say, you can kill this boy however you want. No limit nor disruptions. What do you say?"
"I can't I-"
"Yami." He stepped closer, eyes narrowed "Do not let me down now."
Yami stared down at the file that contains information about the male he now despises. For three years, he's been searching for the person who had killed his parents and those three years he had no success. He grieved on his own, no one by his side to comfort him until he was taken in by his uncle who insisted he work with him as an assassin. At first he disagreed, knowing his parents would frown at the thought of him killing a soul. But all the pent up anger that did nothing but build up over the years, needed to be released. He agreed and joined his cousin Seto as an assassin, working as partners to execute those who have broken the law and, unfortunately, escaped without a trace. HPHD (Human protection, human demise) work to bring justice to those who need it, never taking their job lightly. They also offer a sanctuary to those who require it, helping them stay in a safe environment with constant protection if anyone is a threat to them.
Thousands of other people work for the HPHD, hoping to make the world a better place by ridding the trash and protecting the valuables. The cops seemingly fail to do their job right, leaving it to the assassins to annihilate the asses that ruin the world with their mere presence. Sometimes instead of killing their victim, they capture them and imprison them until one feels they've learned their lesson and will no longer cause havoc. However, for someone who's crimes are unforgivable, such as Anthony Jones, they're instantly killed on the spot, no second chances or a trial. Once you're on the execution list, it's impossible to come off it until they've been taken care of.
He sighed, eyes scrunching tightly while he comes to terms with his task. How is his uncle expecting him to act civil to someone who killed his parents? He made a vow that when he finds the person behind it, he will not hesitate in killing them, inflicting harm on that person who dared touch his parents. He hasn't been the same since, not the same caring boy he used to be. Yes, he cares deeply for the only family he has left, but letting people in is a hard task. He doesn't want to let another in just to lose them, he doesn't want to go through another experience like when he lost his parents. All his mourning is because of Yugi and no matter what, he will pay for what he's done. One way or another, he will make his life hell and Yami will be enjoying every second.
"I'll do it, as long as you keep your word and let me have him after you've finished whatever you're set out to do. I'm not letting him get away with what he's done and if you try and stop me from killing him, I'll do everything in my power to get past this wall you're constructing to keep me away. Even if that means killing you to get to Yugi." He gave a glare before exiting the room with a slam of the door, the force caused a gush of wind to brush past the desk, knocking over a couple of files.
"Damnit." He cursed under his breath "That boy really does like a dramatic exit.."
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This has been in my Docs, I wasn't going to publish it because I didn't really like the turnout. However, I thought why not publish it and see what you guys think?
Sorry for the short chapter^^ S: