Okay chapter two! Im going to be bring back alot of the original characters with this story. Oh and just remember, in the episodes Koza pointed out that Mukuro and her were not really related. Just so you guys dont think Im doing some weird sibling...thing.

ANWAYS!

Enjoy ^_^

Agent files from the organization. File: DC- 876319

Status: Classified. Delta Clearance required.

Code Name: Vagabond

Name: Mugen Arashi

Identification Number: 137625

DOB (MM/DD/YYY) Oct 8, 1986

Date of Acceptance (MM/DD/YYY) June 20 2006

Rank: Omega Operative

Status: Alive

Family: diseased

Earlier occupation: unknown

Original residential address: . unknown.

Specializes in: Hand to hand combat, firearms, explosives, bladed weaponry, battle strategy/ tactic, and Profiling.

Strength test results: amazing, off the charts.

Reflex test results: nearly perfect.

Battle reflex results: Highly perceptive.

Firearm test results: Great accuracy and speed. Capable of dual wielding multiple weapons posing combatants were immediately subdued.

Choice of weapon: two 50 Caliber Desert Eagles

Successful operations: 21

Unsuccessful operations: 2

Injured in: 4

Caused a death of a team member: 0

Caused an injury of a team member: 1

Total operations: 23

Superior: Mukuro Tanaka

Partner: Jin Shizuoka/code name Ronin

Code name Vagabond went AWOL 10 months ago from the Japanese Kempeitai, after a failed mission to exterminate the North Korean Dae wonsu. His capture is top priority and is expected to be armed and dangerous. All operatives are urged to be cautious.

Sara reread the information that was given to her, taking a bite of her apple as she thought out her future plans. This target-this man- was no doubt going to prove to be a challenge. Code name Vagabond had managed to completely erase himself from the world, or so he had thought. This sole surviving file had been missed when he went AWOL about a year ago. How he had made this mistake was not only a surprise but proof that he wasn't perfect, just nearly perfect. Sara could easily see his flaw. He had believed that no one would be able to track him down, which up to this point had been true.

Code name Vagabond had not only disappeared nearly completely but hacked into multiple government files, stole hundreds of thousands of Japanese currency in gold and transferred it into a fake government bank account. After doing that he went down to the Chihō Kokyōdantai Kin'yū Kikō Bank in Oksaka and withdrew every last cent before closing the phony account. Right before he had left the building, code name Vagabond had looked up at the security cameras with a grave and yet cocky smirk… and flipped the camera off. It was the only video that could be found on him. Lucky for him, almost all government files had been transferred from paper to cd's and computers; he wiped them all clean. Though Sara couldn't figure out how he had missed this last bit of personal information. Maybe he hadn't destroyed all the backup files, just most of them.

Sara threw the apple core into the trash, sighing in a bit of frustration. The fact that with all the technology that the Japanese government had, they had not been able to get one camera shot, or find one visa slip up of the said target, proved that he was smart. Which told Sara that not only was he in hiding- more likely in the slums of some neighborhood where many security cameras had not yet been installed -but that he had figured out to transfer that gold into some sort of paper money. He had to have an ally somewhere to help him with that. Finding out who that person is wouldn't be easy, but it was they only lead Sara had.

Maybe if she was lucky she would be able to get some information on who he used to work with. The file mentioned team members….she just hoped, that bit of information had been saved and preserved. If not, she was going to have to get her hands dirty-not a problem but always a pain-find the black market, and track down anyone who could alternate gold into liquid cash. Which wasn't impossible, just more difficult. At least it appeared that he hadn't managed to sneak out of the country. All surveillance had been focused on searching for code name Vagabond, and had never stopped. To this day, everything from air ports to cargo ships had been strictly been kept an eye one. Whatever it was about this AWOL soldier that the government wanted to keep so damn bad gave Sara a cold feeling in her gut. Honestly had it been different… circumstances for her, she would be rooting him on. Though for someone to actually escape this life had little hope or influence on her situation.

Yukimaru gradually stepped into the room and Sara could sense him as much as hear his light footsteps. She looked up with a frown. "How's the Vagabond mission going?" he asked as he slid the chair beside her out from underneath the table, the legs of the chair making a screeching sound against the old unmaintained wood floors. Yukimaru slapped down his own manila folder, groaning out as he stretched in his seat. Ignoring his question, as she didn't like the answer herself, Sara changed the subject. "What's that Yukimaru?" knowing that he would tell her about any new work he had, whether or not it broke the confidentiality laws. He was usually her partner, and it made Sara nervous when they weren't working on the same case. Not because she felt vulnerable or incapable, she just didn't trust anything her higher ranking officers and authorities did. The grim look in his eye as he looked up made her even wearier. "Ronin file."


"Ugh! I can't believe that fucking asshole!" Koza shrieked threw her phone onto the couch. Mukuro just simply rolled his eyes. "Will you calm the fuck down woman?! You're about the get slapped!" Her attitude simmered down but not by much. "He fucks me, goes and takes a shower like he was washing filth off, dresses and tells me to get the hell out, and then leaves! Like I'm some whore he can use whenever he wants!" Mukuro rose, grinning as he walked around the coffee table she had been leaning on it. Standing close behind her, Mukuro wrapped his arms around her waist and hips, one hand running up her skirt to that sweet core.

"But, baby you are some little whore." Koza moaned out as he rubbed his finger over her panty-less clit, her ass started to grind into his hips. "Only because you tell me to fuck him, but I'll always want you to be the one to make me cum." Mukuro's grin turned into a dirty smile, he reached down to the fly of his pants, pulled out his dick and turned Koza around, fisted some of her hair and made her get on her knees. He loved the feeling of her lips working his cock as he controlled her head, hearing the sound of his balls hitting her chin and her choking on his hard length.

"Yeah you're my little whore, have been since I got you out of that disgusting little strip club. You do whatever I want you to, don't you bitch?" Her eyes looked up at him with fear and lust, spit covering her mouth and jaw as he went deeper into her mouth, all the way back. Koza's eyes grew large while he held her there momentarily. As he released her she gasped for a moment. "Stand up now." He commanded, turning her around and pulling up that black skirt up around her hips.

When he lifted her leg and exposed her ass and cunt it was glistening; his little whore was totally aroused. "You did well at seducing Mugen and finding out his location, letting him take you to his place a few times. I think you deserve a reward."

Mukuro bent her back down and spread her ass, wrapped one arm are around her neck, pulling her closer to his body, and shoved himself, into her warm wet sex. Furiously plunging harder into Koza, lifting her right leg back up as he took her where they stood; overpowering her, she cried out in pleasure, that tight pussy gripping on him as she came. "Yeah...baby…you….did….a….real….good…job …" He moaned out between thrust, running his free hand up her tight shirt and squeezed onto her big breast hard, pinching that erect nipple as she squeaked in pain.

It only made her wetter. He knew it would make the orgasm he was feeling flow up his shaft all that much better. Pulling out he quickly thrust his dick into her ass, not caring if the cry she made was from pleasure or pain, either way it just made it tighter. He bent over with her and fucked her violently, urgently over and over again. Cumming hard into Koza while her legs shook and she moaned.

"Mmmm good girl, Koza." Her hair was a mess and when she turned around her make up didn't proved to be much better. But the smile on her face showed that she didn't mind. Mukuro pulled out his wallet and gave her his visa. "Here, clean yourself up, then go get yourself something pretty." Koza smiled as she rearranged her clothing, took the card and went to the bathroom. Mukuro glared. Good, now he could actually get some god damn work done around here. Once she left he was going to have to get his weapons ready and go pay Mugen a visit.


Mugen opened the door into Spider Venom, the loud music was felt as much as it was heard as a mass of sexed up bodies danced on what was probably acid, coke and alcohol. It was crowded tonight, three times as busy as it was yesterday. People were letting loose after what they considered a hard week at work this Friday night. It would be getting even worse as the time passed. It wasn't easy getting through the crowd without some drunk or drugged up skank grabbing him by his leather jacket and try to dance with him. Try to touch him. Not going for that shit, he pushed them off as he passed by. Only one thing was on his mind right now.

That little sharp tongued bar tender had burdened his thoughts since the night before. After getting off and then crashing out she had plagued his dreams and nightmares. He had woken up hard. At that point it had confused and irritated him. For once Mugen had wished that he could have dealt with a hangover instead. Taking a cold shower hadn't helped in the least bit. He had ended up shamelessly jacking off- working himself with fantasies of her- when the morning wood had actually managed to get painful. He'd towel dried off and ran around the apartment with just it on. Cleaned his pistols, polished his boots. Got dressed in a pair of simple torn up jeans, and tinkered with his Impala out of shear boredom. That damn woman harassed his thoughts no matter what he did or how hard he tried. He had eventually tried getting some research on his laptop done and turned it into finding info on her. First through Spider Venom's employee list, then other sources.

Fuu Kasami, age 22 had gone to Asaka Saitama High, Middle and Elementary School. Where she had near perfect grades, up until when she was fourteen when her father, Kasumi Seizō, died of cancer. She stayed in Asaka up until about eight months ago when she moved to Nakato in a small apartment in the middle class part of town. Mugen wondered how she met that sonofabitch, Jin and what their relationship was but even with the internet some things you just couldn't find.

Mugen reached the bar, sitting on the same stool he had the night before. He looked around, trying to spot the petite body of that irritating Fuu woman. But instead felt the wicked cold presence of Jin. "You won't find her, and you need to leave." Not surprised to hear the voice behind him Mugen cracked his neck and faced his enemy. "Aint here for her. Just a drink and some good grind. You gonna remove me yourself? I'd like to see you try."

Jin's eyes narrowed behind his glasses as his perfect nose rose in a snarl and his lips thinned. "Don't you try to lie to me. I saw you searching the club for Fuu. And yes, I would enjoy removing you from this establishment with my bear hands." Mugen smiled at the opportunity of an all-out brawl but then grimaced at the idea if Jin seeing too much into how interested in Fuu, Mugen really was. What was this ass holes relationship with that stuck up bartender?,

"I wasn't scouting out for that little bitch, just whoever is selling the booze around here. What would it matter to you if I was anyway? Ya fucking her?" Jin's expression turned to disgust. "No, you fucking jack ass she's just a close friend of the woman I am involved with. I'm looking out for her and you don't fall into the safe category. So as I said before, you need to leave" Mugen leaned against the bar, cracking a smile. She wasn't with him. Just to get a rise out of Jin, Mugen started with "So, she's free game. Thought you said that I won't find her." Jin's face became absolute calm and unreadable. "Thought you said you weren't here for her." Mugen stiffened and stood up from the bar. Taking a step forward he got right up in the bastards personal space.

"Fuck you. I always get what I want. As you are aware." Right before Jin could respond, Mugen stepped back with a humorless smile and shoved past him. "I don't know why you are living here, Fuckface. But I'm guessing they wouldn't approve. So unless you want to expose the both of us around here by attempting to really go at me in a place like this, Id advise you to get the hell off my back." He warned sharply before quickly leaving.


Okay...no wait, wait...this was drink number 9...nine right? Mugen could have sworn that...that it was but, ah hell. It...it felt like a buttfuck more. After he had left Spider Venom he had ended up down the street, drinking his liver into a coma, at Nakato Strip Club. After what had seemed like only a few innocent shots, Mugen had tried to enjoy the topless, g string wearing whores who were strutting around the place in too high stilettos. Big tits and asses offering to rub up against strangers for a twenty yen lap dance. Except every time he attempted to watch one dance on one of those stage poles he accidently kept picturing the stunning redhead in front of him as a brunette with big dark eyes. Who had smaller breast, a thinner frame, with longer more fragile curves to her sides. A perkier ass, and incredibly long delicate legs.

'Now, wait a frucking…fick'n….a..uh...fuck'n minute! Since...since when did he like tiny…little…mosqeeeeto bite, ass, boobie knockers?' Mugen looked up to the topless waitress and raised his hand for another glass. "NO! No, No noooooooo-he didn't, DID NOT! Only the BIG ta-ta's for him! The waitress walked up, her big…firm tan breast were right in his face as she leaned over to set down his glass. Laughing, he got up and grabbed her. Smashing his face into her cleavage, Mugen motor boated them until she screamed, and slapped him!

He looked up at her, angry and confused. "You…! Cant NOT expect ME to rub my face….. into….all over…. those MURACULOUS BOOBIES….WHEN THEY ARE RIGHT IN MY FACE!" He yelled as security started to surround him. Too drunk to do much about it he looked at one of them, who was grabbing his arms and forcing him through the club to the back entrance. "Come on like, youd… YOU have resisted?!" The guy didn't answer, just threw him out on his ass into the alley way.

Fuck.