Love of a demon slayer
Don't own dbz
Kakarot? Yeah…I heard of him. Been doin' this fer a while, and – believe me – I seen it all. But that fella…well, he's something else. A real special case. One of the most dangerous hombres I ever run into – lightning quick with a temper to match. Hell…most the time you can't even see him coming. And even if you are lucky enough to catch a glimpse'a that sonofabitch -. Well, then…It's probably too late. Thing about ol' Kakarot is he's as strong as he is good. I mean, I seen him dive head-first into a room full of killers without battin' so much as an eye. But I ain't talkin' your standard merc meat here. Nope! That boy's got himself some sort'a fetish for the weirder things in life. You could offer him the Taj Majal, the Royal Jewels and Britney Spears – and he'd still say no if it wasn't his type'a job.
He sure as hell ain't in it for the fame or the fortune. Now, say it's some spooky crap like a haunted house or an exorcism – then you just might have his attention. Don't matter if there's a reward or not. Because when it comes to the supernatural…Kakarot's all business. He's one of the best there is. No doubt about it. One of the toughest bastards I ever seen, period – a regular cold-hearted killing machine. Makes you wonder what kind'a blood flows through a son of a bitch like that's veins. But it ain't his size, his skills, or even those damn weapons of his. It's those eyes that tell me he's a natural born killer. Trust me, if you saw 'em you'd know exactly what I'm talking about.
No doubt about it: one look into those eyes of his and, I tell ya…it's enough to freeze you to the core.
A solitary figured stalked the dark alleyway of the deserted city, the full moon illuminating the night sky and lighting a path before him. The slight breeze rippled his leather jacket revealing a black muscle shirt accompanied by black leather trousers, the hem whipping gently against the buckles of his steel-capped boots. A large sheathed sword was firmly attached to his back by a belt across his chest and two handguns sat snugly in their holders around his waist.
The pounding of his heavy boots on the broken and cracked floor ceased as his eyes wandered downwards. A dark crimson puddle and the tattered remains of some clothes along with an open sewer grate was enough to place a small smirk on the young man's face. Pulling his black, finger-less gloves on tighter on his hands and brushing his jacket back with one large swing of his arms he leapt up and down into the sewer below.
Four red eyes cut through the pitch black as two large bug-like demons continued their patrol of the sewers for any unexpected intruders. Their mission: seek and destroy. Four, large, wasp-like wings protruded from their back as their six legs trudged through the ankle-deep sewage, their large claws glinting in the available light of the underground. Walking under the light of an open grate above enhanced their grotesque appearance tenfold revealing large, sharp fangs and slimy skin. Looking upwards towards the heavens they scanned the sky. Happy that there was no one there they continued on their way, emitting a series of high-pitched squeaks as a way of communication.
The lit suddenly dimmed as the silhouette of a figure jumped through the open grate. The two demons only had time to look up in surprise before a series of bullets from two handguns cut and ripped through their bodies, leaving only large splatters of blood on the walls and floor and a few fragments of wings and limbs. Landing and planting his feet firmly on the ground between the remains of the two dismembered bodies, he placed his guns back in their holsters and made his way through the sewers.
Hearing a commotion nearby another demon, similar in form to his deceased comrades turned around to look back at the black pit behind him to see nothing and hearing no more noise. Turning around to continue with his business a small amount of dust and stones landed ontop of his hairy and slimy head. Before the demon could even blink an eye a rain of bullets slammed through his skull, his body collapsing with a loud splash into the murky, green water. Jumping from his hiding position he landed a lot more effortlessly, his heavy boots crushing the dead demon's body into a bloody pulp.
Heading through a large sewer pipe and entering a large chamber, grimacing as the sewage reached up to his waist, he quickly jumped onto a nearby platform and entered into another tunnel similar to the one previously. Raspy breathing was heard in the nearby darkness as the young hunter stopped in his tracks, a bug demon's head popping out nearby followed by his hideous body. "Ok beautiful…let's not do anything to rash here…" He spoke as his hand reached for the handle of his sword and gripping it slightly. "…Just relax, everything's cool…" The demon ignored him and continued his advance, growling and drooling profusely. "Now don't be like that cutie I'm not looking for any trouble. Like I said…everything's cool." He quickly pulled his sword from it's sheath and flung it towards the demon, which it dodged with lightning speed. However it soon realised it wasn't quick enough as the top half of it's head split from the bottom and fell with a splash to the floor followed by it's body.
Walking calmly towards the wall he pulled his sword from out of itand with one swift swoop in the shadows more bodies fell roughly to the floor, their blood mingling with the sewage. Placing his sword back in it's sheath he walked towards a small hole in the nearby brick wall and managed to squeeze himself through to find a young woman barely clothed covered in large cuts and bruises, her hands and feet glued apart with mucus. Grabbing his sword once again he performed small slices and slit the woman from the wall where she fell a small distance to the floor, immediately huddling in a nearby corner terrified of what was going to happen next.
Placing his sword calmly on his shoulder he held out his hand towards the petrified woman. "Hey…on your feet babe. It's time to blow this hellhole."
"So…you still sure you wanna find this guy?" The dreary old man asked as he leant against the wall for support. Not a single hair lay on his head and the rolled up sleeves of his shirt revealed large tattoos that continued up his arms and out of sight, his breath ran ragged through his obese body, his fat jiggling with every pant. "Thank you for the information, I'm grateful but I'll be fine, I can take care of myself." The young woman answered as she stood a few feet in front of him, her appearance clashing greatly with his. Her long, ebony black hair was placed neatly into a bun with two bangs framing her face either side, she wore a beautiful blue jacket and knee-length skirt and held in her arms a briefcase, along with that and her clothes it made her look almost business-like.
"I'm just saying honey, a sweet little thing like you…you sure you wanna get mixed up with the likes'a him? A guy like that ain't nothing but trouble." He asked sweetly, it was obvious in the tone of his voice that he was concerned for the fragile looking woman. "I appreciate the concern, but don't worry about me, like I said I can take care of myself. Besides, he's the only one that can help, by what you said about him earlier, he seems to be the only one that can do this. Thank you for all your help." She smiled as she walked away leaving the man still leaning his enormous girth against the wall.
I was listening to the DMC 3 soundtrack a couple of days ago and this idea popped into my head, my inspiration's starting to come back gradually so i thought I'd better write it down before it disapeared again completely. Please review and tell me your ideas on it so far, I would greatly appreciate it!
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