AN: So I wrote this story really quickly, in between writing the new chapters for some of my current stories. Not sure were I'll go with it, I got the idea from pet shop of horrors, anyway. :) Please review if you think I should continue!
The large mob boss leaned back on the plush mattress of the four poster bed, bringing a cigar to his sweaty lips.
The room was heavy with the stench of whisky, tobacco and debauchery. The decor, although expensive, was jarringly garish, even in the dim light the flashy red bed sheets and bright purple walls clashed and assaulted the eyeballs.
There was a knock at door.
"Come in." The gangster said, stubbing out his cigarette on the bedside cabinet, leaving an ugly black scorch mark. He lazily reached over to grab his gun.
The door opened slowly revealing a blue-haired blue-eyed girl who looked at the boss shyly.
A lecherous grin grew on the Boss's face. He quickly discarded his gun, dropping it on the bedside cabinet next to the scorch mark.
"Ah, just what I ordered. Come a little closer, sweetheart." He said, sitting up on the edge of the bed and beckoning her over. "You look young- the agency assured me that this was your first time. No need to be shy."
The girl walked in, the gangster licked his lips as he took in the sight of her; She was pale and slender, with striking blue eyes, highlighted by the silk dress she was wearing.
Her hesitation as she approached him only made her more appealing to the gangster.
"Ah, yes, you are lovely." The Boss said; He loved innocent first-timers like this, he loved corrupting them.
The girl stopped right in front of him, standing inches away. For the first time since she entered the room, she smiled. There was something sinister about that smile that sent a shiver down the Boss's spine.
Suddenly, the girl undid the top of her dress, pulling the buttons apart and revealing a smooth flat chest.
She was a He.
But that was the least of the gangster's concerns: His eyes honed in on the half-moon tattoo just beneath the boy's collar bone.
The boss dived for his gun in a wild panic. "Y- your one of them!" He yelled. Quick as a flash, the blue-haired boy pulled out his own gun from beneath his robe, his smile widening.
"Sorry, your time is up." The boy chuckled before shooting his target point-blank in the face.
Two gunshots resonated around the room.
"It's almost as if you enjoy screwing up and getting yourself in trouble." Gakushu said, his brow furrowed and his mouth down-turned in a almost theatrical display of disapproval. Karma could tell his brother wasn't really pissed off though, the jerk had always enjoyed Karma's failures, it gave him a sense of superiority.
"Whatever." The red head grumbled; Not the best retort he could of come up with, but after spending a day and a half sitting on the cold hard bench in a prison cell, he was too exhausted to make the effort. Instead he settled for leaning back on the plush leather chair in his brother's fancy car. Gakushu apparently had a lot more money than you'd expect of a university student.
"When are you going to grow up and stop acting like a teenage delinquent? You're an adult, aren't you? You can't always expect me to look after you." The blonde said.
Looking after me? Ha! Karma mentally scoffed. He thinks leaving me in a cell for nearly 38 hours after I called him is looking after me? Its not as if I don't pay him back for the bail money.
The red head tuned out Gakushu's lecture, instead turning his mercury eyes to gaze out the window, and reflect how he got to this point;
The police were always after him. Especially that straight-lace bastard Officer Karasuma. They knew he was involved with some serious organised crime (or at least used to be) but they hadn't been able to pin anything on him. Instead they basically stalked him hoping to catch him out, he was constantly getting arrested for the most petty of crimes like speeding or selling stuff without a license. Dumb stuff.
Karma had first got involved with crime back in middle school; Back then, it was just him and his mother. His parents had divorced and his batshit crazy father got custody of Gakushu, and luckily, Karma got to stay with mum.
She had to work a lot so Karma was usually home alone, he skipped school all the time too; It was too easy, it was boring. Karma had genius level intelligence, he felt it was wasted sitting in class.
He found himself involved with a gang of older boys who sold drugs, mostly pills to other delinquents and bored house wives. Using Karma's tactics and strategies, they became a huge underground ring. The red head soon became an apt leader, winning all the turf wars and forever widening the scope of their activities.
He knew it was wrong, but he was so good at it, he didn't want to give it up. He couldn't.
By the time he was 18, he was the head of one of the biggest gangs in Japan, rivaling even the old Yakuza groups. Drug rings, illegal gambling, smuggling, they did it all. Karma was insanely rich before he even finished high school. And best of all, he was surrounded by a skilled team he trusted.
He should of known it couldn't of lasted.
He was like Icarus flying too close to the sun; More gangsters and Yakuza teamed up to go after them, more and more of his people were hurt (Terasaka got his knee caps shot out, Yoshida was targeted for a hit and run and nearly died). The increased violence meant the police took more notice.
Suddenly, the cops were crawling all over him, seizing his assets, arresting his crew. Karma narrowly avoided jail, the rest weren't so lucky; Even Okuda, the sweet-natured chemistry expert who made their product was incarcerated.
Karma was left with nothing, he basically had to beg his estranged Father for money just to afford his mother's medical bills (a memory he would rather forget).
That was two years ago now, since then, not much had changed, Karma was still stuck in the same rut. He couldn't go back to a life of crime, and nobody would hire him with his reputation. At twenty three he was already a complete burn-out.
"Hey! Are you even listening to me!" Gakushu snapped, pulling Karma out of his memories. The red head smirked.
"Nope." He said, honestly. His brother's violet eyes flitted over at him briefly, glowering with anger.
"I don't know why I expect any better from you." The blonde hissed. Karma let out a low chuckle; Oh well, at least he was still good at pissing off his jerk of a brother. Although, seeing as how they spent their childhoods apart and even had different surnames, they hardly felt like siblings.
They spent the rest of the journey in silence. The radio was the only buffer between the two. Karma halfheartedly listened to the news story about some alleged crime boss who'd got himself assassinated; Gunned down in his own bedroom. It was on all the stations: Must be a slow news day.
When they pulled up outside Karma's apartment it was already late. The only light-source was the dimly flickering streetlight hanging over the road.
Gakushu's eye's looked over Karma's home, roaming over the obscene graffiti plastering the walls, the weeds sprouting up from crack's in the pavement, the rotten wood bordering up half of the windows. The blond smirked; He didn't need words, his message was clear;
You're a dirty low-life who lives in a shithole. Karma felt a surge of annoyance, but ignored it. He pulled open the car door with more force than nessecary and stormed out onto the pavement.
"Thanks for the lift. I'd say it was a pleasure but I was always taught not to lie." The red head said venomously. He felt stupid and childish, but he hated the way his own brother looked at him with such disdain, as if he were dirt. Something to be mocked and pitied.
As he stomped up the rusted metal staircase to his room, Karma told himself that he didn't care; He didn't care that he had wasted his life away before it had begun, he didn't care that he'd lost almost everything good in his life, he didn't care he had doomed himself to a life of failure before even trying.
But even he knew that was a lie. He did care.
Karma jammed his key in the door and turned it, stumbling into his apartment, annoyed and tired.
He muttered under his breath as he tugged his shoes off, kicking them to the side, then flicked the light switch on, watching as the bare bulb on his ceiling flickered to life.
That's when he saw it;
A blood-stained boy was sitting on the side of Karma's sink.
The intruder looked lean and petite, long strands of blue hair fell into his pale face, and dark patches of blood bloomed near his shoulder, staining the shirt he was wearing (He's got on my clothes! Karma realised).
But what really caught Karma's attention was the boy's eyes; Even in this dim light they looked as clear and as blue as the sky. They were staring right at the red head.
Before Karma had a chance to even process what was happening, the injured intruder's eyes narrowed, suddenly becoming as wild and dangerous as blue flames. As quick as a flash, the blue haired boy pulled out a gun.
"Don't move an inch."
Okay, so an AU were Nagisa is an injured assassin and Karma is a former criminal with the police always on his heels. Oh, and Karma and Asano are brothers. Comment if you think I should continue.