Disclaimer: I own nothing except this story idea, and all the characters in Mai Hime are definitely not mine.

Author: Natsuki The Wolf

Rating: M

Genre: Romance/Angst

Title: Bullets and Gangs

Summary: AU. Nao Yuuki, the most dangerous lord of the streets runs into someone quite dangerous and intense and sparks fly. NatNao.

Bullets and Gangs: Chapter One:

Dark Reign: Nao's POV

The ones that are evil might as well have their throats slit by human standards. That's how humans think after all. Those that don't think like the mass do must be evil. Those that are not perfect carbon copies of each other, must not deserve to live.

This world is useless to me, not that I haven't already deceived almost everyone in it, understand. Their blood and tears gave me hope for my dark future and I laugh at their misery. I laugh because unlike me, they were not strong enough to survive. Hell, who is?

When the men look at me, all they see is a little kitten, so they don't see it coming when the 'little kitten' shows its fangs and claws and blinds them with the weapons. Women see how young I am and mock me, not believing me to be any harm, so then they don't suspect it when I rip them new assholes.

Weak, that's what the whole world is. I have made a vow long ago to my dead family that I will kill everyone in my way! I desire blood and anger and dominance.

Now, presently I'm standing over the wife of some guy that I happily slaughtered and the wife of the man was begging for a reason as to why I offed the woman's, as I put it "pansy ass spouse."

"I'll tell you why, lady. It's because he wasn't good enough to serve me." I snarled, grinning sadistically down at the little fool before me, trembling in fear at the sight of the merciless young woman, the merciless young woman being me of course.

My name is Nao Yuuki, age fifteen, yes fifteen, surprised? I have short, gleaming, deep red hair, the back goes a couple of inches past my shoulders, and I have emerald green eyes that I'm sure if anyone saw up close would say were filled with sadistic, cold-hearted desire, and are burning with a deep jaded hatred for all that stood before me, and hell, they'd probably be right. And I'm damn proud of it.

"But he was as devoted as anyone could be with serving the mafia!" The stupid woman sobbed, not even causing me to blink, "What did he do wrong?"

"Yah wanna know, bitch?" I sneered, my devilish grin only widening from the woman's pain, "He wasn't a good fuck! Yeah, lady, I fucked him and he sucked, why'd yah marry someone so useless? It explains why you don't have any kids!"

I of course was lying, but damn, was it funny seeing the look of horror on this bitch's face as she hears this. "You…you're lying!" She sobs out and God, do I have to stop myself from tearing up thanks to peels of laughter building up at the sight of her distressed, twisted pained face.

"About what?" I giggled, "About fucking him or about him sucking. Trust me, if I was lying about him sucking, I wouldn't of killed him in the first place."

I almost bellowed out in hysterical laughter when I saw her cry out even more. Think I'm sadistic and evil? Well if that's the case, look in the mirror. I do things that are necessary for mama and myself to survive. The every day normal, modern man would rape and murder a woman for nothing just because he could.

"Oi, hag," I giggled coolly, "Tell me, do you really expect me to believe that you loved a loser like that? Geez, give me a break! Sato, take this fool away!"

Sato, one of my right hand men lumbered over to the bitch who was now screaming about how inhumane I was. Che, man, what a joke. If her husband was so innocent, why'd the moron work for me in the first place?

I didn't actually have intercourse with the loser, he just didn't do as I told him, so I shot him for his insolence. Murder was the farthest thing from meaning anything to me, especially when it left me with a tidy profit to pay for mama's life support.

I watch as the woman's carried out. I could care less if she's shot and killed in the back of this building. Not my problem. I sit back down onto the satin covered chair that's at the end of the main room. The main room is stone from right to left, the walls are covered with gang weapons that my underlings have collected for the past three years since I was twelve.

Yes, since I was twelve, shocked yet? Heh, go figure, people look at a kid and think the kid's harmless, no thoughts about how dangerous the "poor" kid is.

"Ms. Yuuki!" One of my foolish allies yelled, running over. It was that idiot Kagu.

Kagu stopped at my throne, panting slightly from running. I sneered coldly, "Do you actually have something to tell me this time, or one of your little fag offers to go out on a date?"

I, again have to stop some serious laughs due to Kagu wincing. Kagu is, I guess you could say infatuated with me. I love it when he feels pain from me saying something like that. It's so damn funny!

"C'mon, spit it out!" I snapped angrily, now feeling agitated. Seriously, if I'm going to dump his ass, then I should do it soon, meaning now.

"It…it's not that, your viciousness," Kagu said fearfully, this piece of information startling me, "There is a very strong fighter who's taken out most of our gang members sent after him. He's killed or beaten to a pulp at least seven of our guards and injured brutally eight others."

After about a good few seconds of processing this, I glared and spat, "You're telling me there were fifteen men sent after him, and he defeated them all?!"

"We're sorry, Yuuki." He stated, his body shaking, showing exactly how much of a sorry shit he was.

Oh, you'll be even more sorry soon, Kagu. I'll make you so sorry, that you'll never have kids! I stand up at full height, not very tall, mind you. I wear a dark green sash around my waist, a loose red short-sleeved shirt, I also wear tight, light blue jeans with two black leather belts wrapped around my waist underneath the green sash, and one black, fingerless glove on each hand that have metal plating underneath the gloves. There's also some metal plating over my fingers in the forms of tubes.

Of course, what would the head bitch of such a gang be without accessories? These little toys on my hands that look like mere gloves have metal triggers at the fringes that when I press certain parts of the gloves with my thumbs, the metal plating underneath my gloves are forced through the tubes over my fingers and form into finger-claws.

Yes, finger-claws, nice, right? Best toys I've come up with in a long while. Although the spyderco knife melded with the end of a whip was a nice touch of mine, I made those things in my first year of taking over, when I was thirteen.

"Never send a man to do a girl's job," I said, grinning hungrily, "I'll kill this guy in one strike."

Walking firmly down the hallway, I reached a rack of weapons next to a document-table. This rack held spears, throwing stars, daggers, katanas, bow-staffs, nun-chucks, and various other grim weapons, some of which I haven't even had the chance to try out yet.

Let's see, I don't want to use any of the daggers….not inventive enough, nope, no katanas, though if this guys survives some of the other things I'll throw at him, maybe I'll come up with the katana later.

Yes, I think we have a winner! I grinned, pulling the spear and a belt load of throwing stars from the rack. Well, these certainly seem my taste, and if their not, claws will have to do.

"Where's this weakling?" I sneered, looking back to Kagu.

Kagu backed away, uneasy at my dangerous glare, and gulped as he said, "Um…he's in the warehouse on 59th Street, that's what Ryoga radioed in before he was shot."

I turned and walked with him out the door. It's ridiculous. Three years and these idiots still don't know how to get a job right. How many of our enemies have fallen due to the fact that I decided to spare my men the agony and go kill the enemy myself? Dozens, I can tell you.

It's physically easy for me to do it, considering how I've spent a lot of time training to use the weapons. Emotionally it's even more easy for me to do. Why? People that run around killing everyday on the streets are just like those bastards that murdered my family!

When I got home from school…..five years ago, when I was ten….my father, my two younger sisters….they were dead….and mama….she's still in a coma. I swore long ago when I first became a crime lord that I would avenge my family and keep my mother alive in the hospital! No one will ever defy me again.

Once we were outside, several gang members surrounded me, wanting to be close to "the big leader," sorta like those scenes from TV spots where photographers and interviewers gather around actors and actresses.

And what do yah know, I even have my own limo parked right out here for me to take to this bastard's location. What, surprised gang members have these fancy things? Hey, the Yakuza have to have the looks, cash and all, yah know?

Kagu opened the door for me, his pitiful, dumb ass eyes hoping that he was making me happy by opening the limo's door. I just scowled at him and went in, sitting down on the gleaming, black leather seat and looking to the front where the driver was, ignoring the sound of the squeaking of the leather as I sat down.

Kagu closed the door and I gave the driver, Gurin the nod to take off. We drove for a good few minutes. The spear and belt of throwing stars on the ground. I was sitting back against the seat, my arms crossed over my chest, my finger-claws at rest, but ready to be released from the tubes if need be. There's a shotgun that is lodged in a slight pocket space underneath the seat that I was sitting on. I'm thinking that I should bring it with me if this guy is so strong.

The inside of the limo is quiet and I can see out the window as I cross my arms over my chest and lean back, staring coldly and uncaringly out the window all of the cities' lights in dark night, reflecting against the water as we drive by it on the highway.

I can see some of my Yakuza "buddies" pass by our car in their own black regular ones, hoping to be there to back me up against this guy at the warehouse so that they can say that they were standing with the head honcho when she took down the killer of her men.

I have to roll my eyes at such "loyalty."

We finally all break off from the rest of the road, all the traffic is separated from us, and now we come to a stop right next to the warehouse on 59th Street. The two other cars park behind the limo.

As I get out, pulling the shotgun with me, the throwing star covered belt draped over my shoulder, and the spear in my other hand, apart from the arm that held the shotgun. The men came out of their cars and came along side me as I walked to the warehouse's entrance.

"Munli," I said coolly to the guy next to me, "You and your men go around back to the warehouse, Ni, come with me to the front, and bring your men."

Once Munli and his men went around, and Li-Fune and his own men got close to my side, as we got close as well to warehouse, the dark, black night seemed to get even darker, if possible. The warehouse was big, metal and wood, and intimidating. There was the number '4' on the front of the door. The door that was opened already seemed to be dented in as if someone had shot it open or something.

"Ni," I spat to him as we were almost a foot away from the door, "Send three of your goons in. There's no reason why a queen should sacrifice herself for her pawns."

Ni gulped, but I knew that he knew better than to defy me. If he did, he knew that there were plenty of people out there that would just love to kill him on the spot for his insolence.

As Ni and three others ran in, the other five stayed behind with me, I heard struggling inside the warehouse.

Of all the idiot fools before Ni and his men! Can't he even do this simple thing right?!

I scoffed at the five men with me, "Come on. Let's go. You five, before me. Anyone who weakens and tries to run away answers to me!"

The five all simultaneously nodded and ran in. "Eager" to "please" me.

As they went through, I used two of them as my shield as I walked closely behind them, glancing over their shoulders as I walked to see who was inside the warehouse.

The three other men that were in front seemed to see this person up ahead, because they charged forwards. One of them had a chain in one hand, and a handgun in the other as he ran towards the figure that I could see standing in the middle of the room.

The figure turned just as Jin, the man with the chain came at her, pulling the chain back. The figure easily dodged the chain and just as Jin raised the gun to fire, the figure put his hand under Jin's arm and shoved Jin's arm away, then lay a punch straight into Jin's lower jaw.

There was a sickening cracking sound and Jin fell to the ground, yelling out in pain. The other two didn't have guns but came forwards with knives, slashing at the figure. The figure easily grappled their wrists easily, tossing them both into boxes at the side of the wall.

As the last two in front of me moved, my eyes widened as I saw who this intruder was. The figure was tall, a couple of inches taller than me, lanky, strong looking, the body of this intruder was clothed in leather, had a black leather jacket that went down to the waist, and a pair of fingerless gloves like mine, only a bit more out of shape, long, dark blue hair going down till it was only a couple of inches above the waist, wait, long? And the person had green eyes…and was a woman.

First chapter of my second story, hope yah guys don't mind, since this is only my second story, so I don't think it'll be very good, but hey, given how Nao's life was in the anime, it seemed kinda plausible if it was an alternate universe.

In any case, I hope you like it. The second chapter will come up soon.