Chapter 2 and I already got two reviews, Kudos to me and the two people who reviewed it for me. Thanks Kendra Luehr and microfiber shoelaces for the comments and opinions. I'm going to have Vincent and Vicious meet each other for the first time and probably have a little rumble. Not exactly unexpected, but the Point Of View will shift about between Vincent and Vicious, which will be kind of obvious. This is the first time that I've done a one on one fight, also I've only seen Vicious about once so don't flame me if he is OOC

Chapter Two: The trouble with women…

Vincent:

"The dream takes an interesting turn. I wonder if this all isn't some dream the butterflies are showing me…" Vincent thought to himself as he barely glanced around the edge of the window. Since the last time he had taken a look out of the window the silver haired man had vanished and the bullets had stopped pounding into the plaster building. A quick flick of the thumb ejected the spent magazine of bullets and another full one quickly replaced it inside of the large pistol. He took a moment to look at the dark blue tattoo that was engraved into his skin, eyes narrowing when he heard foot steps coming up the stairs and towards his room. It had to be the man with the bird, everyone else in the building had probably already bailed at the first couple of gun shots though one of them had to have been killed on the way out. Vincent could almost smell the blood lust and eagerness in the air. A moments thought made him realize that some of the feeling was coming from the other man and from himself. "This could be the chance that I've waited for…the chance to find the door leading back to reality." An almost insane smile came to his face then as he turned to the wooden door and began to stride towards it, his worn loafers thudding on the dirty wooden floor. The ex-Titan soldier stopped five feet away from the door, merely staring at it with hooded eyes as the foot steps on the other side slowed to a stop. Seconds all but slide by as the both of them seemed to wait patiently for the other to make the first move. Tension built into the air before the bird let out a loud squawk of indignity at some kind of mistreatment. A soft hissing sound came then, for a second Vincent couldn't quite place the noise then it hit him, the ever so soft noise was that of the katana he had seen being drawn from its sheath. He barely had time to stumble back before the shining blade sliced through the thin wooden door with surprising ease and sent the one half spinning into the room with him. Standing on the other side of the door way was the silver haired man, dark sun glasses hiding his eyes from sight and a feral smile covering his face. Vincent could only return the savage smile with one of his own as his right hand cocked back into a fist and the other hand looked almost like a talon…

Vicious:

It was hot and sweaty on Moroccan Street and that only made Vicious's mood all the worst. The old corpses who ran the Syndicate had relayed an order to off some sap that lived down here. Vicious only found one thing interesting about this man in the report was that this Vincent character was an ex-soldier from the Titan war who had supposedly died. If this Vincent knew how to fake his own death then that means he could probably tell Vicious with enough "persuasion". And once Vicious knew that then he would have a trail that might just lead him to Spike Spiegel, and that was something Vicious was very interested in. He would make sure that he was the only one that Julia would love, but first he would have to take care of Vincent. A small growl upset the bird on his shoulder and he raised a hand up to stroke along the oily feathers on the bird's long neck to soothe it. The crane was staring out of the tinted window at a lithe woman wrapped up in a purple shawl, a translucent veil covering her features. Still, the Syndicate assassin could see the tanned skin and the sorrowful eyes staring at the room where his mark was supposed to be staying.

"Hmmm that's interesting…I wonder if that woman over there knows Vincent…I might just be able to use her if she does…" The hit man's line of thought was interrupted by the door next to him opening up and one the hired thugs from the Syndicate leaning into to glance at him. Vicious had named them Thug A, Thug B, and Thug C in his head, since he didn't want to bother with actually trying to remember their names. Thug A opened his mouth to actually speak to him.

"Mr. Vicious, we've arrived at the target's residence. Would you like for us to come in…Shit!" Thug A said as his compatriot, Thug B let out a strangled warning a moment or two too late. Two loud bullet shots cracked off from a second story window one of them missing Thug A, though barely, and the other impacting Thug C squarely in the forehead. His body landed with a wet thump next to the car and Vicious experienced a brief moment of mourning.

"He was the one with the funniest face…"

Shrugging the hit man climbed out of the car as the two remaining fodder returned fire on the now empty window. The silver haired man climbed out of the car and strode purposefully towards the doorway, all but feeling the eyes on his back coming from the veiled woman. Once he was inside, he had to step aside for a moment as people abandoned their homes and ran out of the building, screaming their heads off. With a groan and shake of his head Vicious began to ascend up the stairs, whistling a little ditty to himself as he went up. Finally he came to the right door, taking a moment to observe the door with disgust. It was covered in grime and dirt and it took a moment for Vicious to realize that he heard nothing from inside of the room. A wolfish smile coming to his face as he gently pried the bird from his shoulder and set it down on the stair's rail. The black bird took a moment to squawk out angrily before it resumed preening itself. He reached over his back to grab the elegant katana strapped there and slid it out of its sheath slowly, enjoying the sound of the metallic hissing before he noticed the sounds of a man back pedaling from the door way. A frown crossed his face just as he brought the mirror bright blade in a curving arc that left the filthy door in two pieces. On the other side of the door and looking at him with one of the most savage smile on his face was a goateed warlock with hooded eyes and a large pistol in his right hand. Vicious barely had time to dart in and think a single thought to himself before the pistol came up…

"Great…I'm fighting the friggin' Wizard of Oz."

Banzai! Second chapter is done and still the title to the chapter has nothing to do with the content! Hurray to me! Keep the reviews coming in.