REWRITTEN!

So I totally just re writ this chapter so it sounds less awkward and stuff. You can expect the next few chapters to get rewritten as well. Enjoy~


Warnings: Mindless-ness, language, and no Beta


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3rd person POV

"God damn it, Tammy! You got us lost!"

A short blonde girl hoisted a younger girl, Tammy, by her collar and glared deviously at her. She was never one to be taken lightly. Though her attire, consisting of a long sleeve red shirt, jet black jeans and boots, and biker gloves, normally warned a by-passer: Hey. Don't screw with me.

The younger girl (whom was the blonde girls' cousin) laughed in an extremely annoying high pitched tone.

Her outfit of choice also matched her personality: a very cute school girl cosplay, complete with thigh high socks, black ruffled skirt, simple (but chic) boots, and a white and blue shirt. Even her hair was happy and bubbly; an artificial shade called "Sapphire Blue", but since she had been dying it that way for about four years (ever since she was ten) many people believed it to be her natural color.

Tammy held up her hands in mock surrender. "C'mon, C.C., I'm not the one with the map, am I?" Tammy, being the sly teen she was, turned her piercing chestnut eyes directly to her left.

A third girl tensed and, very quickly, shoved a neatly folded map of New Jersey into her recently bought Domo messenger bag.

Blushing, she looked away, her dark brown hair blowing softly in the afternoon breeze. This type of gesture was quite normal, for you see, she had a very unique pair of eyes.

When C.C. and Tammy had first met Mio in high school, they stood and gawked at her for good twenty or so minutes. The thing that stood out from Mio's normal, sixteen-year-old self was her bright purple eyes, which she embarrassingly insisted were natural. Other than that, there was nothing really special about her. She was more controlled and quiet than the other two hyped up fools, but she somehow had MANY more friends back at school.

Getting back to the story….

C.C.'s face was red from rage. She looked absolutely ready to blow. "BUT YOU WERE THE ONE FREAKIN' SAYING 'Hey! Let's go there! Let's go there! Hey, look at that dark ally-way! It could be a short cut!'" She took a deep breath. "THIS. IS. YOUR. FAULT. NOT MIO'S, YA DAMN IDIOT."

Tammy blinked and smirked. "PMS-ing, darling?" Mio snorted.

C.C. face palmed, groaned, and dropped the child to the ground. "I cannot believe you're part of my family. You're so damn vulg-"

"Hey! Look at that store!" Tammy cheered, pointing at a rusty shop, not even three feet away from the trio. (Tammy is a fine example of A.D.D., is she not?)

Mio, who had been shaking with held-back laughter, said quite bluntly, "It looks like a bad excuse for a Black Market."

C.C. tensed and Mio silently cursed herself. "A Black Market?" Her voice was suddenly filled with a type of Fangirl Wonder only Santa Clause knew. She took a few steps closer. "I wanna look inside!"

Why C.C. had such a fascination with the world wide illegal market place (or anything illegal) was beyond anyone's guess. All anyone knew was that she loved them.

SHORT STORY TIME! :D

Once, she dragged Mio and Tammy along with her so they could, as she put it, "feel the excitements of breaking the law!" Well, one bad thing led to another horrible thing, C.C. got pushed by some dingy looking guy and called a kid, and after that? It was so graphic and bloody, Mio and Tammy couldn't do anything but stare at a blank, white wall for a week. It didn't help that they heard C.C. laugh darkly at a pasty-looking guy on the news, who was found in a filthy body-bag, floating down their own Rio Grande.

Both girls learned that their dear, precious, lovable friend had a very, very, VERY dark side. One that scared them shitless.

That's why, when C.C. suddenly got a crazed smile, Mio and Tammy took five steps back, frantically saying that she go on and look around without them.

Not even really listening, C.C. waved them off, and walked through the double doors, a demonic aura following closely.


C.C. POV

The shop was dingy, but modern. Old, but it had plenty of character. Hell, it might have smelled like death, but…uh…yeah. I got nothing good for that one, but I still loved the shop! And it was in a (semi) good part of town too! Besides, Tammy and Mio obviously didn't recognize what shop this was. Which is good for me; I hate sharing my treasure.

"Hey, Girly," a raspy voice called out. "Whatcha' lookin' fer?"

I smiled when I found the owner of the voice. He was a middle aged man, sitting behind a broken glass counter, filled with handheld guns, brown from years of dust. His dirty nails were flipping through a Play Boy magazine.

Frank (His new name) looked washed-out, drunk, and perhaps a bit high. He didn't have any front teeth; except for the two that were on a necklace around his neck (I could only hope they were his). He had no hair, and his sub-bleached clothes were filthy. All in all, he seemed like a good guy…if you ignore that smell.

"Hey, Frank!"

He was too spaced-out to notice the name.

"I'm looking for something worth TOP money. You got it here?"

He scoffed. "Valuable? Kid, the only thing worth pennies here are the roaches. Ya' want one?" He bent down and picked a large, fat one. "I'll give ya Monty here for ten bucks."

I sighed. So he was going to try to play dumb? How childish. I've heard the rumors here. Any of the hunters have. And there was no way in hell he was going to run me off with the word 'Roach'. I mean, please. I may be a girl, but come on now!

Oh, and I should explain first.

You know Indiana Jones and how he's a treasure hunter and all? Well, in the real world, I'm one.

I've made a pretty nice profit over the past two years dealing valuables to some shady people and their greedy bosses. Is it a smart way to make money? Well, yes and no. Does it beat working at Taco Bell? HELL YES!

Now, being a well respected dealer, I wasn't going to take this from an old man. Sigh. It looks like I was going to have to get professional.

Walking over, I gently placed my hands on the glass and leaned towards him. "Come on Frank. That isn't going to work on me." I leaned in closer and gave him my glare worthy of the Devil himself. My voice was cold as ice. "Now where's that damn box?"

He jumped back, surprised that the cute little girl was gone and a demon was in her place. He recovered, though, and in as shaky voice, replied, "W-what are you playin' at, kid?"

I smiled. "Just as I said." My fists suddenly came crashing down on the glass, sending shards everywhere. He gasped and I chuckled. "The word's been that you've suddenly received a package that I've been looking to deal for a very long time. And I want it." I pulled a small pocket knife from my boot and waved it in front of his face, enjoying it go pale white. I cocked my head toward a door marked "SUPPLY". "Let's have a little chat, Frank."


A SHORT 'CHAT' LATER

Frank spit blood on the floor and sat on a box of unpacked toothpaste. "You're one hell of a dealer, ya know?"

I simply "Hmm'd" him and turned the long, pure silver box over in my hands a few times. Unlike this place, it was spotless and shiny. It had recently been polished, I noted.

"That box there is worth a couple hundred, just so you know." I spared him a glance and saw his cut and bruised face smirking. "But I'm sure you're more interested in what's INSIDE, aren't cha?"

It was my turn to smirk, now. "Damn straight." Throwing the lid to the grimy floor, my jaw dropped at what I saw. Turning, I pointed my blade right at his jugular. "Is this some kind of fuckin' joke?" Inside the thousand dollar box was a pen. A. PEN. A nice pen, but still, a pen?

Frank seemed offended. "Well, hell no, it ain't just some joke! That pen there is worth more than Jupiter, himself!"

I raised a brow. 'Note to self: Figure out what the crazy drunk means later.'

"Please, I'll show you how it works!" I suddenly found a yellowed piece of order paper being shoved in my hand, the pen in the other.

I studied the pen closer, liking what I saw.

It really wasn't that bad a pen. Obsidian Black with a bright red cross at the end. Nice, but not…Jupiter (?) nice.

Frank began giving me instructions. (Why I was listening and not killing this freak, I don't know) "First!" he declared in a big voice. "Think of the craziest thing imagi-"

"I'm a Dealer, Frank. A rabid one, at that. No need to say more. I know what to think about." He was just wasting my time, now.

For some strange reason, Frank seemed a bit P-O'd. Hmm… I wonder why?

"Now write what ever you thought of on the paper… Quite lookin' at me like I'm some freak! I went to Harvard, fer yer information!"

Yeaaaah…let's go with that, Mr. Lunatic.

Sighing, I studied the paper. 'Something crazy and unimaginable, huh?' And then I blushed. I knew exactly what to write, but I wasn't to proud I was letting my teenage obsessions get in the way of business.

Anyway, I decided to write in 3rd Person.


C.C. clenched the writing instrument to her chest and gazed around the room in wonder. How the old man did it, she didn't know.

What she did know was that, after writing that simple little paragraph on that grimy sheet of paper, she had somehow, as if my magic, ended up in Chief Komui's office. Taking a brief look around to make sure no one was looking, C.C. squealed with the power of a thousand fangirls and jumped up and down in place. Her dreams had finally been answered.


"There, finished." I turned my attention back to frank who was smiling nodding his still bleeding head in satisfaction. I failed to notice the letter begin to glow a dull red, and the pen began to feel oddly warm in my hand.

"Now sign your name at the bottom of the page." I hesitated, and then did as I was instructed. Frank gave me one last rueful smile, just as the heat was starting to surround my body. "Sure hope ya didn't choose Hell."

That was the last smart-ass comment I heard from Frank before the heat engulfed me and my vision faded to red.


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