A/N Hello again. Thank you, everyone, that took the time to read my story. I do not own P5 character. Enjoy


Chapter 6

Present Day, 1885

With Asmodeus behind them, the Amamiya siblings felt like they took two steps forward only to take those two steps back again. But they were able to free people that needed to be freed. The women that were left in the bottom chamber had separated when they reach the cliff. Taking the "borrowed" carriages with them, some were escorted to a nearby train station. But they'll never have to deal with that monster again.

Disrupted from his thoughts, Ren looks towards the current situation they are in. Morgana, Ryuji, Ann, Shiho and himself were gathered around a small fire under the cliffside. They were able to treat Shiho's bullet wound without to much damage but prefer they get a real doctor to check her out. Morgana had some leftover ointment and bandages he carried in his satchel. The same bandage that was currently wrapped around Shiho's arm.

"You know you guys aren't obligated to stay with us, you're free from Kamoshida and can go wherever you want." Ren wanted to give them an option as they had been with the brothers the past few days. Whether it was safety in numbers or maybe accepting their new fates still left a shock to them. He also doubts all three would go their separate ways, with Ryuji and Ann insisting than were nothing more than good friends and Shiho knowing Ann for much longer.

"I'm not sure about Ann and Shiho's decision, but if it's alright with you two I would like to stay. Now I doubt you guys are Bounty Hunters but your not the law either. And if you're chasing other bastards who are ruining people's lives, I want in."

"I would like to stay too. I may not be good with a weapon but I can help out with other things you may need. No one spoke up at the brothel but I think I'm pretty good at picking up information," Ann spoke.

Shiho was the last to speak, she seems hesitant but what else could she do or even go. Her family was so far away by now and the closest people she knows were going with their saviors. "I guess I can come with you all. If you need a cook, I know a little bit about making food."

"Shiho are you sure?" Ann went over to comfort her. It had been a while since the two friends were in the same area since the incident over a month ago.

"Yes, I'm sure, if you two don't mind," She confirmed tuckering her hair behind her ear.

"Guess we're getting more camping materials then." Ren chuckled. "But in all seriousness, if you all are willing to go through with this, it won't be easy. We might be shot at, hunted, face dangerous wild animals, unpredictable weather conditions, the list goes on. I expect everyone to do their share. The people we are facing will not be your typical street urchin. Kamoshida was most likely at the bottom of the barrel, the more we get closer to that man's inner circle the more guarded they'll be."

"Who is it that you're after?" If Ryuji was going to risk his life for this cause he at least needs a face or a name.

Settling in his seat, it would be best to explain to their new companions. Morgana was stoking the fire to his left trying to keep them warm in a slightly chilly night.

"I don't know what his real name is, just a code name they go by. Mr. Samael, he is called…"


1882, 3 years ago

It was 2 years since Ren had that incident with the Bounty Hunter, 2 years since he heard of the name Samael, the man that ruined his life. He will find him one way or another, but he needs to be stronger to prepare. He was 22 years old now, a man in the eyes of Society. He wasn't any gunslinger yet but he was making a name for himself.

The past year, the elder brother felt he was good enough to take on some bounties much to Boss's disappointment. Not only could he make some money on the side but people talk. Find a big enough bounty and one could land on good information. But bounty hunting was a double-edged sword. He was still a wanted man, last he checks he was worth $250 bucks. It was a fairly high price for someone so small. But if he wanted to find that man, the hunted must become the hunter.

He hadn't traveled too far from what he now called home, a few small towns South where he found his current bounty. Only worth about $25 for stealing, but nothing else was better on the board.

Ren comes closer to his target's last known hideout, an old abandon shack on the hill. Leaving his horse a few paces away, he calmly walks up near the window peeking in. He can see some camping gear as if someone was living there. He grabs the revolver Boss gave him for his 22nd birthday and kicks the door.

A scrawny young man sat in the corner eating out of a bowl with no utensils. Scared for his life he drops the bowl and raises his hand in surrender.

"Pleasedon'tkillmeIwasveryhungryandidn'tknowwhattodooooo"

"Huh?"

"You're not….gonna kill me….are ya mister?"

"Hmm, lanky build, dark hair, and a shinier on your right eye. You wouldn't happen to be Yuuki Mishima?"

The young lanky man was still shaking in his corner. Saying yes would probably mean he would be taken into the Sheriff's office. Saying no might agitate the stranger in front of him and he'd end up dead anyway.

"But are you going to kill me if I say I am?"

"I might say you escape if you got something interesting for me?" He cocks his guns back to intimidate the poor man in front of him. Ren was never going to kill him, but sending him back to the Sheriff officer would guarantee a hang even if it was just for stolen food. Ridiculous. But being useful would be preferable.

"I'm sorry mister, but I don't have any cash on me. I don't have any valuable possession either. I lost everything when I got fired and moved West looking for a new job. Some luck that's been. Unless your filthy rich, you can't cut it in the cities up North."

"You came from the North?" Ren asked the now identified Mishima.

"...I'm mean well…yes. I know a few people still up there. One works for the newspaper and a few mostly just word on the street….well if they sti-

"Do you still have contact with them?" It would seem this Mishima might have a use after all.

"I…guess…I wouldn't know till I send them a telegram?" Accepting his answer, Ren holster his weapon and nods towards the former target. Reaching out his hand he goes to introduce himself.

"Yuuki Mishima, I'm Ren Amamiya. Nice to meet you and sorry about the scare. Though its best not to show your face around this area again to avoid other Bounty Hunters."

Gesturing to his horse, the elder Amamiya saddles up before offering a hand to Mishima. "It won't be a comfortable ride, but I know a place you can stay for a while. If that's alright with you. I prefer not to kill a man who simply wants food to ease his stomach"

"I appreciate that Mister Ren, I owe you my life. I'll pay you back, anything you ask just name it!"

"We'll discuss more when we get to our destination." Directing his horse he leaves the old run-down shack behind. It's near sunset as he finally rides into the town that is home.

"I'm afraid we don't have much space left in the boarding up in the Saloon, but I can offer a drink on me while we discussed those connections."

Groggy and sore from riding on the back of a horse for what felt like days under the blazing sun, he nods and takes a seat. Ren appears to be having a brief discussion with the Bar owner behind the counter and grabs two mugs of beer and a small plate of food.

"Drink up and eat!" he said as he starts chugging his own.

They enjoyed a bit of small talk while enjoying their beers. Mishima asking about the town, Ren asking what it was like in the northern big cities.

"It's okay there, a bit too crowded for my taste but everything is so convenient it seems, like watching the future unfold. But the West has its own charm too I think." Mishima said, finishing off his beer. "The people I know upstate, some were coworkers or friends. I used to be a part of a newspaper company but got fire for costing the company money for a really bad misprint or so they said. There's always dirt to be dug and news to find. If you give me a few weeks, I promise to do what I can and see what's been shuffling around the country. Is there something you're particularly looking for? "

"More of a someone. I'm not sure if its an alias or real name, but all I have to go by is a Mr. Samael. Think you can start with that?"

"For saving my life anything for you Mister Ren!"

"...Please don't call me that…."

Ren had allowed a few weeks to pass to allow Mishima to work. He was mostly getting what he likes to call " noise" or "useless chatter" They always seem to consist of what famous wife was sleeping with who, petty crimes, achievement in science, etc. They weren't looking for what would be printed to the public, they needed news from the underground.

He didn't receive any news until over a month later. He was minding the Saloon for the early evening as Boss took Morgana on a small hunting trip, said he needed to learn how to shoot a rifle himself. Ren was stuck downstairs cleaning the mugs as Futuba was in her room testing who knows what.

"Mister Ren! I think I got something. Do you have a minute?"

He eyes the place which didn't have to many patrons this evening, most people had been taken care of and nursing their drinks. He nods to the young man that's probably his age to continue.

"I was talking to my friend Ohya up north who found some interesting dirt. There's a railroad company that's own by some big wig up North. Some whispers of Samael and others were going around but it wasn't confirmed all the way. It passes a few hands but the product seems to benefit him. Some sources heard that some of the trains shipments might also be illegal."

"Illegal how?"

"That part I don't know I'm afraid. But no matter what, the cargo always goes to the same place every 6th Day. But they have also been expanding some of the railway lines, so its been having to take a detour since. But fortune is on our side, one of the detours passes through Great Falls Post Station which isn't far from here. Tomorrow night would be the perfect time for you."

Pondering it over he wonders if he should take the offer. The cargo could be connected to Samael or someone associated with him at least. You don't have the law in your pocket and still be a good citizen. Mishima's information could also be related to something else entirely but he wanted to check it out for that slim chance.

Another part of his brain believes he should just drop revenge all together. There was no need to chase this man. Ren was alive and he and his brother were living fairly decent lives.

"Mr. Samael doesn't forget a slight against him" That Bounty Hunter had said. Ren Amamiya was a mark that got away. He was probably considered an insignificant speck. But a speck that knew the truth and can't be bought by money. This Samael committed a crime and got away with it pushing it onto innocent lives. He wouldn't be surprised if others were killed or lives ruin just as well.

So now the question remained, does he want to live his life in fear of being hunted, always looking over his shoulder for his possible killer? No. He needed to find his own justice even if it meant going to hell and back. Ren needed to face his fears head-on and see it through.

"I'll check it out tomorrow night, any time it's expected to past the station?"

"Sometime between the 8th or 9th hour? I'm sorry I don't have a more specific time-frame."

Patting him on the back to encourages him. Mishima did well. "Don't worry about it. I should get back to work though. I'll let you know in a few days how tomorrow goes."

The morrow arrives with a sense of confidence. Morgana and Boss had arrived back early that morning from their trip. Thankfully it meant he didn't have to watch over the Saloon that evening. Not that Boss hasn't closed the Saloon before much to the disgruntle townsfolk. But he didn't want him asking questions. For all Boss, know was the elder sibling pass the time doing bounty work.

Gathering his supplies in his satchel he sees the sun dipping lower into the sky. It was almost time to leave.

"Whatcha doing brother?" Morgana was standing in the doorway to the room they shared. Arms crossed leaning on the frame. He had a small bandage on his cheek. Apparently, a cougar had surprised them while hunting and was barely able to avoid the swipe, but his face still got nicked.

"Packing. I got something I gotta do."

"Can I come!?"

"No, stay here with Boss and Futaba. I should be back by tomorrow. And stay out of trouble!"


The older brother climbs out the back way of the Saloon and made his way to his horse. Saddling up he leaves town as quickly as he can to reach that destination before the supposed time Mishima gives him. He didn't want to miss that train.

Ren arrives at the station a half an hour before the 8th hour. He settled his horse a little way away from the station and waited. He warps an old scarf he found while cleaning their room around his face just in case.

Around 8:20 pm he hears the noise of the train as it slows into the station. That has to be it he thinks. Tiptoeing down as quietly as he can, he hops on the back of the train and waits before they start moving again. It was another 20-minute wait until the cargo train moved off. Making his way to the top of the roof he scales each section one by one. Ducking for a few close calls with bridges, his mask still securely tied to his face.

Slowly but surely he reaches the front of the train where he sees the conductor. Jumping down he surprises the old man in front of the controls and pulls out his weapon.

"Stop the train and no one gets hurt." He doesn't want to kill the old man. But it wouldn't be his first kill. That kill had left him throwing up and sleepless nights for a few days. But that bounty had it coming, he was a wanted rapist and murderer.

"Get off this train!" He had yelled back.

Cocking the gun back, Ren still keeps it aimed at the conductor's head, "Don't make me pull the trigger old man."

The older man took a swung at him that Ren avoided. He then turns around and hits the conductor head with the bunt of his gun. It wouldn't kill but he should be unconscious for a while. "Sorry. But I asked nicely."

The elder Amamiya fiddles with the train controls as he tries to find a way to halt it. Pulling one level cause the train to screech as it slowed to snail pace before stopping altogether. "That should buy me some time."

Ren goes to check out the cargo cars, gripping his revolver tightly. A cargo train carrying important shipment should have bodyguards, wouldn't it? Thankfully he hasn't run into any yet.

Nothing of significance was found in the first two cars, mostly construction equipment and supplies. He searches the third car that had various unmarked crates stacked upon one another. Something promising.

Before he could check he is grabbed from behind by surprise, the attacker wrapping his arms around Ren's neck attempting to choke him. His gun falls to the floor from shock. Ren tries to grab at his attacker's face from behind but is unsuccessful. The assailant squeezes harder around Ren's neck before the elder Amamiya can rock his head back hard enough to break the attacker's concentration. Ren turns around and kicks the aggressor into the wall before swinging a right hook. His fist is blocked before receiving a fist of his own.

Staggering back the assailant charges at the young man, tackling him to the floor. Ren attempts to fight him off but is at a disadvantage. He is trying to keep his attacker from wrapping his hands around his neck again. Ren was able to knee the man in the torso buying a few seconds to get free. Shouts are starting to get closer to the other cars. Others were coming, no doubt wondering why the train stopped out of nowhere.

"Shit" the young man gets up and successfully connects his fist to the guard's face. Exchanging blows to body and face, Ren uppercuts on the assailant knocking him out cold. He's not sure how he will explain the now forming bruises on his face to Boss.

Ren attempts to check the crates again but a shot rang out. Ducking behind one of the crates a few more bullets ricochet off. Taken a quick peek over, he sees maybe 2-3 guards entering from the other train car. He aims at the lead guard missing by a slim.

"He's got a gun!" They relay back to each other.

Gunshots are firing around him now trying to draw him out from behind the crates. Most hit the corner of the crate he was hiding behind. There was a brief pause in two of the weapons firing, someone was reloading. Using this chance he quickly draws his revolver and fires hitting one of the guards square in the chest before jumping behind another crate.

"Come out ya bastard!"

Ren fires off two blinds shots hoping to hit. The second crate didn't have a better angle to work with he thought. He had to rush em. Refiling the chamber with some more ammo, the young man rushes back out rapidly cocking the gun back and firing as fast as he could. He was able to take down one guard while the other was grazed by the bullet in the middle of diving behind another crate. Ren was getting the upper hand now. Moving closer to the last guard the skids behind the box for cover. With the train engine dead and no gunfire, he could hear the other man's fast breathing.

"If you walk away from this train right now, I won't kill you I promise," the Amamiya sibling offered.

"You think I trust a word from an outlaw!" The last guard said, he sounded young, maybe around his age?

"I'm not an outlaw, all I seek is justice to right the wrongs."

"Justice? Who are you to claim that!"

Ren stays behind his current crate as the guard fired off a few more bullets. With so many hitting the crates around him he found a few broken planks on the floor. Grabbing one decent size piece, Ren waits for the guard to pop up again before throwing the piece of wood directly at his face nailing him.

"Ooof" clutching his bloody face and dazed from the hit, Ren goes to rush him knocking him out with the blunt of his gun as well. He drops like a fly, out cold. He shouldn't lose to much blood from the grazed bullet wound and no doubt a broken nose.

Taking one last look at the guard, he recognizes the man's outfit almost like he's seen it before. It kinda reminded him of what that Bounty Hunter wore a few years prior.

"Hmm similar outfit, maybe same department or some agency?" He spoke out loud. He should probably check those crates now though.

Selecting a random crate, he jams it open to find out why this train had armed guards. In the busted crate laid piles of small wrap packages; drugs possibly. Lifting one of the packages, he exams it some more. If all the crates were filled with them it would be a fortune's worth.

Cocaine? Opium? Ren wasn't sure. Said big-wig was shipping drugs in disguise of building equipment. Destroying this would surely hurt his profits.

Ripping open the bags and pouring them around the crates, he soon felt excruciating pain on the left side of his body. Looking down he finds he was bleeding. Glancing behind him, the guard he had knocked out from an uppercut earlier regain consciousness and shot him. Dropping to a knee Ren put pressure over the wound as best as he could. The guard was walking unbalance towards him but still aiming the gun.

"You thought you could get away you stupid thief!?" The guard said cocking his own gun back.

"Or so he thought," A new voice said before the guard could turn around a high power bullet had caught his head.

Ren was reeling at the other man's blood on his clothes. Looking up, he sees the last person ever expected to bail him out.

Boss was standing in the doorway with a rifle in hand and a disappointed look on his face.

"Where do I even begin with you kid?"


A/N End of part 1 it was supposed to be a long chapter but wanted to split in two. See ya next week. Feel free to comment

Update: Fixed some grammatical errors.