Hello peeps! Look at this, my first story on this account! Yes, I am the writer behind both and Jaybirdnifty. And yes, this is basically me avoiding doing those stories I proimsed I would do XD I'm sorry! I hit writers block so hard and then this idea came to me and it was the only one that kind of stuck! Anyways, onto the fun stuff!

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Whoever owns Yugioh gets most of the credit, and the rest of it goes to Riot because I'll be using a few of there City-State's and characters that htey made in League of Legends for this fic! So...Yeah. I own nothing. Nada. Zip.

Character pairings:

I'm actually not sure about this, hence why I'm gonna let you guys vote.

Marik/Akefia/Bakura/Malik/Ryou

or

Marik/Malik and Bakura/Akefia/Ryou

I'm leaning to the first one, because they'd be hot all together like that, but perhaps someone can convince me otherwise?

Chapter One: The Bounty Hunter

Malik sighed as he finished down the last of his bottle, staring at the wall blindly for a moment. He was in a rather popular bar on this side of the City-State, and was waiting for someone to arrive. Demacia, the City-State he was currently in, was huge and gorgeous. There was no doubt about that. What there was doubt about, was the people in it. People who have killed and have walked away, raped and have covered their tracks, and hurt but have kept quiet about it. And that's when Malik came in. He was one of Demacia's most well known Bounty Hunter and Mercenary, as well as one of the bests.

Demacia's Shooter, that's what they call him. Probably because he rarely ever misses a shot when he has his revolvers faced against someone. The twin steel revolvers were strapped to his waist right now, waiting to be used against anyone Malik deemed necessary. Malik, while a Bounty Hunter and a Mercenary, only took on jobs that he thought that someone deserved to be killed for. Otherwise, he'd merely drag them to the police. Demacia had a large army, but lacked policemen and policewomen.

Malik tilted his head as he heard the door to the bar chime open, and he swiveled around in the barstool he was in. He made eye contact with the bartender, and he nodded his head before heading towards the back. Although Demacia's Shooter was famous, not many people could put a face to the name since so few of them got to leave alive around him. And he preferred it that way. But he had informed the bartender of who he was, and what his purpose here was. And he had understood and had even given him some information about his guest.

The bar itself looked amazing, much like one of those old western bars. The only difference is that it didn't have those tacky swinging doors, and just had a regular door with a bell on the top of it. A smart decision, to Malik anyways. Those swinging doors can get damn annoying, especially when you're drunk.

"Hello, Demacia's Shooter." The man greeted politely, and this caused Malik's lavender eyes to narrow at him. Something about the man seemed suspicious to him. The man wore a classic business suite, although he had seemed to taken off the tie. Look at him, being all relaxed. He scoffed in his head. He was a bald man who almost constantly wore a black hat to cover his balding head, and was quite short. In fact, he was almost a full head shorter than Malik, who wasn't exactly tall himself. He seemed to be about middle aged as well.

"Hello, Mayor." He purred to the man, putting on a flirtatious smile. That's how he got through his day, flirting. That is also how he got his victims to come to him. So one may never know where they stand with the tan boy. Marik was wearing his classic costume that he wore out on jobs, a purple midriff shirt with a tight pair of jeans. His silver revolvers, three times the size of normal ones, were dangling on his waist. Brown combat boots covered his feet, perfect for any terrain possible.

"I've been trying to reach you for sometime now." The Mayor said with a smile, although something about it told Malik that he was agitated at how long it took Malik to get to him.

"I'm sorry Mayor," Malik purred once again. "I'm a busy bee. Such a busy man such as yourself would know all about that, no?" He asked with a playful grin. "Now, why don't we cut the chit-chat and you tell me about why I'm here?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as he brought his elbow on the countertop and rested his head in his hand.

"I want you to kill someone for me." The Mayor said, unsurprisingly.

"And who would that be, kind sir?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "As you should know, I don't kill anyone I believe has done no harm. This person has had to do something pretty bad to warrant me killing him or her."

"They have. They've been conspiring against me for the last couple days. She keeps telling me about my death, about how you will be the cause of it. Tell me, has she hired you to kill me?" He asked, and Malik rolled his eyes.

"Few questions. First off, I need a name. Second off, why the hell would you meet me if you were worried that she hired me to kill you?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I figured that if she hired you, it wouldn't matter where I went." The man said with a sight. "And I can't tell you her real name. Few people know it. But her alias is Seer." He said, and Malik's interests perked up a little. "I see you know of her?" He asked with a grin, thinking Malik would instantly hop on his side.

"Oh yes, I know her. She's quite the nice lady." He said with a smirk, although it soon slid off his face. "Or what I should say is, she's such a nice sister." He said before he wiped out his gun and placed it to the man's head before he could even blink. "And by the way, I lied. She did hire me, although not to kill you. Although she figured it would be the case. She wanted me to warn you away, although if you're going so far as to hire assassins after my sister, then I'm afraid I can't let you go." He sighed, and the Mayor barely had time to widen his eyes before Malik put a bullet between his eyes.

"Is it done?" Malik looked at the source of the voice, seeing the bartender poke his head out of the doors to the kitchen.

"Yes, it is. Thank you for being so understanding about the situation." Malik said, putting his facade back up so he was nothing but smiles and flirty looks.

"That's okay, no one in town liked the gook anyways. We'll all be happier voting for a new Mayor." The man said with a grin, and Malik couldn't help but to chuckle.

"Well, I need to head out. I believe the Seer would like to hear of this." Malik chuckled.

"Alright, tell Isis that Odion says hi." This caused Malik to sputter and practically fall out of his stool.

"Dude, you're Odion? The man that my sister is seeing? You couldn't have said something?" He asked with a pointed glare.

"Maybe when you're not in my bar with two deadly revolvers that seem to shoot mini-cannons instead of bullets." He said, nodding to the 'bullet'. Which was about the size of a baby's fist. And as heavy as an adults. "Seriously, how do you even lift these?" He huffed as he tried to picked them up, and failed.

"They're charmed to be practically paper weight to me." Malik said with a mischievous grin as he started walking torwards the door. "Maybe next time you'll say something!" He called out as he opened the door. Chuckling at the curses that Odion was throwing at him.

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