This is a new story I thought up during lunch when we began discussing who would be what deadly sin.

Disclaimer:I don't own Kingdom Hearts or any of its characters.


The city of Hollow Bastion had fallen into chaos. After the war of the century, The Seven Deadly Sins and various devils rose up from Hell, offering to make contracts with people to grant them power. Nowadays, two gangs have formed. One to take revenge against the city with the powers the Sins have granted them. And one to protect the city with the powers the Sins granted them.


The silence was ringing in his ears, so much that it hurt. He slid his sleeve up to glance at his wristwatch. What was that fool doing?

He was standing in the alley in the cool night air. A small blond in black jeans and a black hoodie. As if you hadn't already suspected, he was up to no good.

He glanced at his watch once more. Twenty after eleven. Ten minutes til action, and that fool was late.

He shuffled his feet and peeked out of the alley for the umpteenth time. Across the street from the alley was the Hollow Bastion auction house, where tonight the gorgon's eye was going to be auctioned off. The gorgon's eye was said to have the power to freeze people, if used properly. Masquerade had their eyes on it from the moment word reached their leader's ears.

Masquerade. That was the name given to the most dangerous gang residing in Hollow Bastion. The name was assigned to them by the police headquarters because of their attire during capers. Every member wore a mask of some sort. None of the members ever wore their mask unless they were fighting, or in the middle of a job.

This member didn't have a mask on, he simply had his hood up to hide his face, there was no need to wear the mask, yet.

Impatiently, he checked his watch once more. Five more minutes. He swore under his breath. If they failed because their diversion was late he wasn't going to take the shit their leader would dish out.

"Sorry!" The hooded glared at the end of the alley. A tall male in the wildest get up was jogging towards him, panting heavily. The male was wearing a shredded white dress, like from a wedding, but it was covered in a dark, fresh liquid. His chest bulged out greatly, which was what happened when you stuff a bra to the point of bursting, and his hair was sprayed down and curled. You wouldn't be able to even tell that it was a male until you looked him in the face, past the mascere, smeared on purpose to look like he had been crying. It was only supposed to fool the front guards in front of the auction house. "I had problems getting my DRESS to fit properly."

An unseen smirk played across the hooded one's face. "You're still hung up about that?"

"Of course I am! I'm being forced to wear drag over a stupid gem!"

"We've been over this before. It's that important."

"Why aren't YOU in drag then? Your size is way more convincing."

"Ignoring that comment. Get ready. We have less than two minutes till clock on."

"Alright." The one in the dress tapped the hooded one's face lightly. The hooded one pushed off the wall. He watched silently as the other in the dress walked to the end of the alley and peered out, carefully so he wouldn't be seen. "Five guards. As expected. None of them are contracted, right?"

"I've checked and double checked already. They are all normal, pathetic humans." The one in drag nodded. "Thirty seconds."

Everything became quieter. The cars were parked faraway in some separate lot. The aristocrats in the house were quieting down in their seats as the auctioneer began his welcoming speech, and the footsteps in the basement had halted, cut off by the duo outside's co-workers.

"Fifteen seconds." A crackle sounded in the hooded one's ear as a voice came through his hidden earpiece from the two in the auction house's basement.

"Clear."

Ten seconds

"Go Dem."

The boy took a deep breath, and began staggering out of the alley, like his legs were too tired to hold him up any longer. The guards didn't fail to notice him. The light from the street lamps and the auction house revealed the color of the liquid, red, dark red. He kept staggering until he got to the front steps of the auction house. He coughed a few times an rasped out in a cracking voice. "Please….Help…my…wedding….my darling…..blood…..so much blood…..please…so much…blood." He collapsed. The guards, like the chivalrous men they were, dashed down the steps to the fallen "woman."

That was all the two needed.

The cross dressed man moved so quickly that the guards could neither see nor feel what the youth did before it was too late.

He had slapped each one with his open palm on their bare faces. The men blinked when the realized that they had been hit and then cringed as a number begun to burn into the flesh that had been slapped.

They were puzzled until one noticed the evil grin that had played across the "girl"'s face, and that was all it took.

"Shit! It's a contractor!" One guard shouted whipping his gun out of his belt and aiming it at the male. The other guards followed suit.

The boy placed a hand over his face, and began to laugh. It started as chuckles, but soon developed into a deep throaty laugh, revealing his true gender. The laugh was laced with malice. "Such kind words. Aren't men supposed to be nicer to ladies?"

"Shut it you demon! State your name and-" He never finished. There was an explosion of red. And the guard that was speaking was dead.

The other guards stared horrified at where their comrade had once been. All that was there was a pair of standing legs, and blood splattered all over. The ground. The steps. The other guards. The boy called a "contractor."

The guards upper half had exploded.

The other guards begun to shake as they watched the boy reach into his dress and pull out a mask. A white mask that had slitted eyes and a smile with navy lips. "Won't you dance with me?" He asked as he slid the mask on over his face.

The guards froze. One opened his mouth to scream, and that was it. Blood flew everywhere, and that was the end of the guards.

There was moment of silence before the masked boy let out a dramatic sigh. "Clear Rox."

The boy slid his mask off just as the black blur off the hooded boy sped up the steps and through the glass double doors. "Be sure to bring home the bacon!" He called after the blur. He sighed and ran a hand through his stiff bloody hair. "Stupid Kairi. She has no idea how much gel I'll need to get my baby back."

The blur glided with grace through the brightly lit hall. The hood had been discarded, revealing golden spikes being flattened be the speed he was going. He too had a mask with slitted eyes, but unlike his friend's that had lips, his had no lips, and was black swirling in on white.

He turned corners and dodged the watchful eyes of surveillance cameras, having memorized the entire blueprints of the building. He knew exactly where to go. The auction room. If things were going as smoothly in the basement as they were topside, then the other two should be heading towards the fuse box.

He turned another corner and spotted the large brown double doors to the auction room at the end of the hall. The were open wide with two guards in the doorway, backs to him. The seconds until the lights would go out ticked in his head.

7. The auctioneer spotted him.

6. The man's eyes widened in shock.

5. The widened even more in realization and horror.

4. His mouth opened, as if to shout.

3. The people and guards turned to see what the man was gaping at.

2. The blond was at the door as the guards were turning and reaching for their guns.

1. He leaped, over the aisles, over screaming and pointing aristocrats, as the guards got their guns loose from their belts.

0. The lights went out.

The screams were louder and more in number. The blond land on the ground in between aisles and sped forward. The lights would only stay off for five minutes at the least. The two in the basement were supposed to get the hell out of the building as soon as the lights were off. The one in drag had taken some lighter fluid and drenched the front wall of the building, it would go up in flames the second the lights came back on.

The blond leaped when he was feet in front of the raised platform. He landed with ease and took a second to glance at the auction item on the pillow.

It was a small sphere, the size of a marble, that had a swirling milky gray color to it. The gorgon's eye.

He snatched it from the pillow without a second though and leapt from the platform.

The screaming hadn't stopped, but two beams of light shone from the entrance. The guards had pulled out flashlights. They pointed them around blindly until the blond was only feet from the exit. He was hit by the beam. The was a gunshot. A searing pain in the blond's right arm, just below the shoulder. The pain and force of the bullet threw off his landing and he swore audibly when hit the floor rolling, bringing another round of lead rain at him. He rolled to his feet and took off running, but not fast enough to avoid another bullet, just below where the first one hit.

He ran through the halls, turning where he needed just like before, only with his prize clutched in his the hand of his injured arm, and his injured arm clutched by his good one.

The glass doors came into view, just as the lights came on. He swore and tried to speed up. The dark night air became obscured by orange flames licking the sides of the building.

The blond never faltered. He sprinted through the doors without opening them. He leapt through the orange flames that burnt his close while shielding his face. He couldn't see, but knew he had passed through the flames when he was hit by the cool night air.

His feet collided with the ground with a hard jolt. He collapsed on his and hissed. His arm was burning with a fury. Those guard must have used blessed bullets.

"A little under the weather?" He glared up. His friends were standing above him with amused expression. The man that had taken care of the outside guards had discarded the dress, now topless, with a pair of blue jeans. The other was a little taller than the blond and wearing an identical outfit to the blond's. He had silver hair and was holding a mask in his hand that was black and only cover the upper portion of his face. The last one was a female that had yellow blond hair that had to strands sticking up and back, sort of like antenna. She wore a tight red dress with slits in the sides, showing that she had snuck in with the aristocrats, she had no mask in hand.

The woman laughed cruelly. "You really suck, Roxas. Demyx could've landed better than that."

The topless boy pouted. "Larxeeeeeneee. That's meeeeaan."

Roxas growled and squeezed his shoulder. "Not now. I got shot."

"So?"

"It was blessed."

Their expressions turned serious. The Silver hair one walked forward and crouched in front of the blond. "Where? Here?" Pointed to where the blond was clutching. He nodded. "Take the sweater off."

He complied. When it was off he noticed that the edges had been singe to the point of holing. Man. He liked that sweater. Under the sweater was a white tank with black stripes.

His shoulder began to burn worse. "Hurry up Riku."

Riku lifted the blond's arm delicately to his lips, and began to suck at one of the wounds. Roxas hissed as he felt one of the sources of the burning inch through his skin, and then it was gone. Riku turned his head and spat, the bullet clattered as it hit the pavement. He moved onto the other wound when the night air filled with sound of sirens.

The woman swore and glared at the auction house going up in flames. "Someone must have called 911. Hurry up Riku."

Riku turned his head and spat out the other bullet. "Done." He announced, wiping his mouth. "Have you got the eye?"

Roxas gave a lopsided grin and opened his hand with jewel in it. "Give me some credit. I may be a bullet magnet, but that hasn't stopped me yet."

"Good." Demyx said. "Let's rock."

Riku helped the blond to his feet as the turned away from the burning building.

By the time the rescue vehicles arrived, the four were long gone.


"Good work."

Larxene, Demyx, Riku, and Roxas was standing in a dark room, with a screen projecting the image of a man with blue hair as their only light.

"He will be very pleased with you."

"You said you had something important to tell us." Larxene said boredly.

"Yes. Apparently a cousin of our dear friend Leon, leader of Crest and two friends are coming to town, I want Roxas and to others to take a look at them, they may be potential allies."

"Right. Anything else?"

"No, you may go." The screen clicked off.

As they turned to leave, Roxas had to suppress a shudder, he didn't know what, but something was going to happen. Something, changing.


Well? Good? Bad? I dunno. Anyways. Thanx for reading.