A/N: I'm SO sorry for not updating for so long. I had...well, i was stuck with the plot and everything. But i can ensure you that i am now back on track ! thanks to all the reviewers who are so supportive! thank you soooooo much!!! now enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: don't own, don't sue. Thank you and enjoy!

Chapter Warning: RATING UP: PG-13, mild violence, coarsed language

Pairing: SxJ

Chapter Summary: We all possess a darker side of ourselves, and Joey is no exception.

Unbreakable – the other side of him

Joey Wheeler clenched onto a piece of paper in hand like a lifeline, his other hand leafed busily through a Japan Road Atlas. He refused to admit it, but alas, he was lost. Japanese road signs are a serious pain in the ass.

Eventually, the scribbled address on the backside of Serenity's photo had led Joey to the run-down side of the city. The streets are littered with homeless thugs who are either drunk or high. It was dusking, and the streets looked even more dark and depressing under the fast-approaching thunder storm clouds. Tugging a pistol in his belt, Joey hid the weapon under the soft wavy fabric of his shirt before heading towards a group of pedestrians. Hoping they are sober enough to give him some direction.

The pedestrians, or rather gangsters, were sober all right. But that's not really considered a guarantee that they'll spill the information willingly.

"It's gonna cost ya, man." The bulkiest one of the group, probably the leader, said while eyeing the blonde up and down. "I'd say that BMW of yours would do just fine."

Joey had seen this coming – bargaining, with ridiculous demands. He hated this type of people who are like animals that prey on the weak. Who feeds on other's pain for pleasure. Who reminds him so much of his father.

Drops of rain landed harshly upon Joey's flawless face, while thunder roared from above as if it could feel his anger. People scrammed to avoid the storm, leaving the street deserted and lifeless. The gangsters, however, showed no signs of departing as they surrounded Joey and his car.

The blonde smiled in response. "I'd love to. But this car did cost me quite a bit-"

Unfortunately, he was interrupted by a hunting knife jabbed dangerously close to his throat. The owner of the knife then spoke in a low threatening tone.

"Cut the smart talk and hand over your fucking car key."

Lighting clashed between the darken clouds producing a blinding light. Taking the opportunity, Joey grabbed and twisted in the leader's wrist in one quick motion while seizing his weapon. The bulky thug dropped immediately onto the ground struggling, grasping on his severely injured hand while his screams were drowned by the roaring of the thunder. Other gang members were left aside in awe, horror was written all across their thin faces.

"Don't just stand there, ya idiots! Kill him!! Fucking Kill him!!!" The leader shrieked his order in desperation as the blonde advanced towards him, hunting knife in hand.

The first thug who was brave enough to follow the order was rewarded with a broken jaw and nose. The second got kneed on the chest and ended up on the floor with a broken rib cage. The third died almost instantly due to stab wounds on the stomach and on the back. The rest went dashing madly down the street to save their sorry little asses when screams were heard.

Staring at the four thugs, now corpses, Joey wiped his finger prints off the knife handle and placed it into one of their hands. He didn't have to worry about eliminating other traces of himself – Mother Nature was doing all the work for him.

He proceeded back to his car in the hard rain while let the rain water soak him, washing away the blood stains on him. The BMW lurched to live immediately upon the start of the engine.

While driving, an uneasy feeling kept on creeping up his back no matter how many times he'd confirmed that he killed for self-defense. The truth is it felt good. God, that scared him, knowing the military school had changed him to the degree where sometimes he was not even sure who he is anymore.

The vehicle screeched to a stop at a red light, the impact knocked Joey out of his inner turmoil.

Shit, I need to clam down before I kill someone...again. Thus, dismissing the disturbing thought for now, Joey refocused on the roads.

He arrived home wet and cold. Without turning on the lights, Joey begun to immediately strip off his soaked and semi-blood stained clothe and stuck them under his double bed in the bedroom. Washing them won't be necessary since he couldn't bear to wear them again anyway.

After a hot washer he returned to the living room and turned on the news for an update on today's 'incident'.

"Well, looks like another typical gang fight broke out earlier this evening involving a group of gangsters, 4 were killed, none were injured..." The interviewed police officer reported causally on the television screen. "This is an everyday event down here. We are just powerless to stop those crazy teens-"

For once, Joey silently thanked the police for their lack of power and responsibility. He surely felt relieved knowing he was not considered a suspect of the crime.

Later that evening, he finally sat down and thinking up an alternative way of locating his baby sister without any interference such as the one he had encountered today.

And then found himself thinking of a certain boy with the most beautiful blue eyes.

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