A/n So this randomly popped in my head while I was listening to Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap by Metallica, and as such will be featuring that song. It features Taichi and Yamato. Although it fetchers Tai and Yamato it is not a Taito… sorry. No real couplings in this one. rated M for Death
Disclaimer: I don't own. 'nuff said.
"No" the blond said looking at his boss, the man stared at him; he had never turned down a job. "I'm not doing this. Last time you told me that it'd be my last." The man sighed, and rolled his eyes this boy was impossible to work with. Too bad he did his job so damned well.
"Ishida, come on, one more it won't hurt you, besides this may help you along they way, the man who wants this done is very rich and said he'd pay you handsomely, just once more, Ishida, just once more." Ishida looked at him critically; his boss had lied to him before about this being the last time. Would this time be any different?
"Fine I'll do it. But this IS the absolute LAST time Nakota got it?" Ishida asked, his blue eyes narrowing dangerously, he hated this job and yet here he was still doing it. His boss held up his hands in mock defeat.
"I swear Ishida; this'll be your last time. Then you'll be free to go and you'll never see me again." Nakota handed the blond a manila folder, the latter man snatched it and stormed away, opening it to read about his new assignment on the way back to his apartment. His assignment was a school principal. He groaned inwardly he hated doing school employees.
He reached his apartment and stalked up his stairs quietly, he only had a day before he had to start working on his new assignment. He needed to prepare and what better time then the present. If this really was his last job he wanted everything to go as fast as possible.
If you're havin' trouble with your high school head/huh, huh, huh, huh
He's givin' you the blues/huh, huh, huh
You wanna graduate but not in 'is bed/huh, huh, huh, huh
Here's what you gotta do/huh, huh, huh
Pick up the phone, I'm always home/huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Call me anytime/huh, huh, huh
Just ring: three-six-two-four-three-six, hey
I lead a life of crime
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap
The time had come. Ishida had found himself outside his new assignments door, he knocked hastily, fixing the hairnet and hat he had on both of which covered his hair completely, his target unlocked and opened the door looking him over critically. "You don't look how I had expected, what's with the gloves and suit?" Ishida just shrugged at the man declining to answer the less he spoke the easier this would be finished. "Not a talker eh? Well come on lets get this over with I'm sure you've got other costumers tonight." The man said walking back through the door allowing the blond to enter.
"We should put up a plastic sheet behind the bed, in case things get a little interesting, maybe on the side too." Ishida said speaking up for the first time. The other man looked at him questionably but agreed by shaking his head.
"Your right I can't do laundry and my wife would get suspicious if she came home and the bed was. Well spoiled" The man said laughing, he helped the blond hang the sheets "By the way, my names is Tokoto just incase you wanted to know." Ishida smiled at the man as he finished setting up the plastic behind him.
"There," He moved alongside of the bed so he was standing on the side of the bed opposite the plastic. "C'mere lets have some fun" Tokoto came over to join the lanky blond, who spun him around to be facing the plastic. "Close your eyes I have a surprise for you." The blond said, blinking at the older man and licking his lips suggestively.
You got problems in your life of love/huh, huh, huh, huh
You got a broken heart/huh, huh, huh
He's double-dealin' with your best friend/huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
That's when the teardrops start FELLA, well-uh/huh, huh, huh
Pick up the phone, I'm here alone/huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Or make a social call/huh, huh, huh, huh
Come right in, forget about him
We'll have ourselves a ball, eh
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap, oohh
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap
Whoa yeah
"Mmm am I going to like this surprise?" the man said, closing his eyes and mimicking the blond by licking his own lips, the blond smiled and pulled something out of his pocket. He raised it slowly to his head and pressed against his forehead right between the eyes. "Here, take a hold of this with me," the blond said, the man raised his hand to grab the object. The blond helped him wrap his hand around the object before placing his finger through a hole, the man instantly realized what was happening and tried to struggle, but the blond pulled back on his finger before he could even move. The gun clicked and made a slight 'pfft' noise- which was greatly muffled by the silencer- the blond smirked, "No I don't believe you will enjoy it, Jiioue, Tokoto"
You got a lady and you want her gone/huh, huh, huh, huh
But you ain't got the guts/huh, huh, huh
She keeps naggin' at you night 'n' day/huh, huh, huh, huh
Enough to drive you nuts/huh, huh, huh, huh
Pick up the phone, leave her alone/huh, huh, huh, huh
It's time you made a stand/huh, huh, huh, huh
For a fee, I'm happy to be
Your back door man, hey
The blond finished taking down the plastic sheets and wrapped them back up placing them into the backpack he'd brought with him. He placed a single canine tooth, much like a wolves in the palm of Tokoto's hand that didn't hold a discharged pistol. "For a principle you are not a very smart man." Ishida said before calmly checking the apartment to make sure he didn't leave anything behind. Once he was sure he had everything he existed the apartment and walked down the hall, he stopped and looked back at the apartment. He sat waiting for a while; people who walked past him paid him no attention however.
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap, yeah
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap
Concrete shoes
Cyanide
T.N.T
Done dirt cheap
Ooo, neckties
Contracts
High voltage
Done dirt cheap, eah
"Yaaagh" He sighed when he heard the scream, that meant someone had found the body. He started to walk again, heading to an old abandoned building where an incinerator stood waiting for him to destroy the plastic sheets and other evidence. He sighed again, this time happily, he was finally done with this job, after all, Nakota had promised right?
Dirty deeds, do anything you want me to, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, dirty deeds, dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
A/n well that's the end. Most people think that Dirty Deeds is about prostitution... but really if you read the lyrics closely its more about death and assassins/ contract killer so I wrote a story about one. More will be reveled next chapter. And Tai comes in then YAY…. Oh yeah please R+R with this story. Oh this story is rated 'M' just for safety since people die in it I thought it may be a good idea. If people like this I'll try and update fast but its tennis season right now so I'm going to be kind of busy.