AN: Royal Just arrived, I am currently distracted by FFXIV so I might be a while before I get to playing it and hence continuing this story, but regardless I felt it would be for the best that I provide some proof that I still plan on pursuing the idea.

PROLOGUE

CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK. The sound of the hammer being struck continued to ring out, but nothing fired.

"B-b-boss, what is she?" Kazuma Mamoru, 33 years old. He always wanted to be a mechanic. He never wanted to work for Miyake. But there was something about her that just drew people to her. Everything he did since she entered his life, he did to please her and he didn't know why. Rob that bank, if mistress wishes. Burn that house, whatever to please you. Kidnap that child, of course, ma'am His first moment of clarity in over a year came in the form of a high heeled boot smashing into the side of his head. He remembered his hometown, his first love, how it was her father that introduced him to his chosen trade. He hoped he could see her again. It was the memory of their last day before he went to university that saw him to sleep as he was thrown into the wall.

"Filthy brat, you cost me my slave!" Cried a woman in a suit as she stood to confront the person that entered her lair.

"Kazuko Miyake, former pawn to the house of Stolas, for your part in the death of your master, and your crimes against the people of this city you are being put down by the house of Sitri." The woman that struck down her servant stood, a black mask covering most of her face and a black cloak covering most of her body

"Fuck you!" Miyake called out her hand going for her weapon, but she wasn't fast enough A sword went through her chest destroying her heart.

Her killer whipped her sword to get off the worst of the blood before using Miyake's clothed in order to get it off. She took her phone out of her coat pocket and placed a call. "It's done, pretty clean, I think the guy survived." The person on the other end spoke for a moment. "You are due here tomorrow right. This was supposed to be a team effort, cleaning up this place." She tucked her arm with the sword in it under her arm in exasperation. The other person spoke again. The woman's face went red at whatever was said. "Sh-shut up, dumbass, like that would ever happen, I just don't want to be the only one pulling their weight." The other person spoke. The girl hung up, her face bright red. She stomped out the building. She slammed the door and yelled "REN YOU DICK!"

-8 months later

"Assult, Possession of firearms, trespassing, murder. The works right?" The man in the black suit thrust the confession in front of the student on the floor, beaten and bloody.

"Sign it." he offered a pen

'Haremfucker249'

"I bet you think you're clever." The man said, scoffing at the impudence "It won't save you." The student just looked up with a smirk his eyes on the camera in the corner of the room. "You think they can use this? Kid, no matter what you do, you aren't going to walk away from this." The boy just smirked.

The man left the room and the boy was left to sit, his wounds looked far less serious than a moment ago. 'I was always jealous of the girls, but right now.' The confession that he handed to the man was once again in his hands, he ripped it and summoned a small flame to burn the two sides. 'I think I got the better end of the deal. Thinking of deals...'

The door opened again and a boy in a school uniform entered a gun in his hand. "Hello again, Joker."