Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. I do own some four-cheese doritos. Yum.

A/N: This is... weird. Sorry. V. v. AU. All lyrics used in the fic are from "Spin", by the band Revis. I love that song, and was listening to it when I came up with this idea. And while I was writing the fic. And drawing fan art to go along with the fic... So imagine the song, because the stupid Powers will not let us have song lyrics. Hypocrites that they are. Oh, I'm not bitter, no... no.

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The Rare Hunter's territory spread from the East Dock all the way to the edge of the Lakota district. What the hell some two-bit Black Dragon was doing at the Wharf was anyone's guess.

Rishid, of course, had taken care of the problem. That was his job. He was called the Dragonslayer- both by his side and the other- for a reason.

His boss and brother, Malik Ishtar, ran the Rare Hunters. He was the Second, the one who took care of any... problems that arose. He was good at it. Very good. And since the only gang that ever even came close to giving the Rare Hunters trouble was called the Black Dragons, his honorary (and sometimes somewhat mocking) title was The Dragonslayer.

And damn, did he love his job sometimes.

He didn't like killing, so much as he liked fighting. Getting out his aggressions, without hurting his family or friends. Not that he had many friends... in fact, he had none. But family was important. Very important.

So when his little brother-by-adoption had started sleeping with one of the most ruthless gang members he'd ever met, he had been understandably upset.

Marik Ishaku had run the Blood Demons, one of the most vicious gangs Domino had ever known. He and Malik had met at a brawl over a club that was borderline of both their territories. Well, they had started brawling and ended up having sex on the floor in the middle of the brawl. The Blood Demons merged with the Rare Hunters, and that was that.

Rishid had tried not to be hurt. He had known for years that it was wrong to be in love with his little brother, even if they weren't related by blood. He had shown his love in the only way he dared- by being utterly devoted to his brother and his brother's cause.

Malik had seemingly remained oblivious. Rishid just hoped that he was happy. That was all he wanted. That was all he had ever wanted.

He walked slowly away from his latest victim, frowning and brooding silently. The cops never came into this part of the city, and for a good reason... They'd be dead before they hit the second block in.

He was never sure what to make of Marik Ishaku. He and his brother had been... together now for four months, and every other day, Malik had come down with more bruises and bite marks an him. Rishid sighed quietly and shook his head. I guess some people just... like that sort of thing.

It had never occurred to him that his brother was a masochist... It made sense now. Lots of sense. I suppose when your father carves up your back when you're eight, it leaves more than physical scars...

He felt sorry for his brother, but he did understand. But that still left him alone, and cold. He was slowly growing more and more numb to the world around him... When once he went out of his way to not kill, or to kill cleanly, he now made it last. And he enjoyed their suffering. He reveled in it. It made part of him ill. The rest just didn't care.

He returned to his apartment, which he had once shared with his brother, but his brother was gone, moved into the plush condo that Marik owned. He sat down in his chair, stared at the wall, and brooded.

If I knew what to do... I would do it.

Jounouchi Katsuya watched his sister dance. He hated the club, hated the people in it, and hated watching his little sister put herself on display like a piece of meat. Hn. Taylor better get his ass over here and start dancing with her, or I'm gonna kick it...

He relaxes slightly as his Second found his sister and started dancing with her. Good boy, Triss, you get a cookie...

Unfortunately, the club was an important business, it brought in a lot of cash, and they needed the money. The Rare Hunters owned half the east side, and it wasn't getting any easier to fend them off. That damn Dragonslayer of theirs had killed two of his men in the past week.

Katsuya took a long drag on his cigarette and exhaled slowly, settling back in his chair. The leader of the Black Dragons continued to watch his sister dance for a bit, but it gradually turned into blank staring as he considered his problem. We had a chance, until they merged with the Demons... Now we're just fucked.

He sighed and stubbed the cigarette out, lighting another immediately. We need more money, dammit. Guess I'll have to hit Kaiba up tonight when I'm over there... Fuck, I need a reason this time... Aw, hell, I'll just give him the usual... "Dad spent the rent money on beer." That's how it always was before I killed the bastard anyway...

Part of him felt bad for hitting the CEO up for money. The man really thought that Jou was a regular guy, trying to pay for college, with a layabout drunkard for a dad and a younger sister to support. He had no idea that he was the leader of the second largest gang in Domino. He also had no idea that Jou as just using him.

He felt almost bad about that. Kaiba was a hard guy to read, and harder to get close to. He was trusting Jou with some pretty important things, namely his heart and his trust. So, when you tell him the truth, he suicides, you change the will and get all his money... Hell yeah!

He sighed again, then stood up. Fuck this. I don't wanna stay here any longer than necessary...

Tristan noticed the movement and glanced over, saw his boss standing, and nodded. "C'mon, Serenity, it's time to go..."

"I don' wanna, and you can't make me." The auburn-haired girl smirked at him. "I'm staying a bit longer, go and tell niichan that."

Tristan sighed. I'm dead for this... He moved over to Jou and sighed. "She wants to stay, boss..."

Jou ground his teeth. "Fine. Keep three guys here on watch, I don' want nothin' happenin' to her, got it?"

Tristan nodded. "Right, boss." He nodded to three of the gang members and the headed out with his boss and best friend. "Jou... You sure about leavin' here there, man? I can get her out..."

"If she wants ta stay, that's her choice." Jou's voice cracked like a whip. "She's close enough ta bein' an adult now... Besides, I know damn well if you take her home, you two'll end up havin' sex again..."

Tristan flushed faintly. "That's none of your business..."

Jou twisted and slammed him against the wall. "Wrong, man," he growled lowly. "It is my business. You're fuckin' my little sister, and as long as it's what she wants, I guess I'm ok with it. But the minute she fuckin' even implies no, you leave her the fuck alone, got it?"

Tristan knew now that Jou was in a dangerous mood and he cursed mentally. He had a habit of putting his foot in his mouth, and he did it at the worst times. "Yeah. I got it boss."

"Good." Jou let him go. "Now I'm goin' ta Kaiba's. We need more money, and I'm gonna fuck it out of him."

Tristan nodded. "Sure, boss."

Jou nodded jerkily and stalked off towards the better side of town, where he could call Kaiba and get picked up by a limo. He needed a good fuck anyway, and there were two things Kaiba was good for, and that was sex and money.

At least to him, anyway.

Part of his mind protested at leaving his sister alone at the club. He had a feeling that something was going to happen, and he didn't know what.

Aw, hell, I'm too paranoid... I just need to relax... and sex is good for that...

He grinned as he found a good payphone, one that didn't have graffiti spryed all over it (proof that he was out of the gangs' turfs) and put in some change, calling Seto. "Hey, koi... Come get me? I need to spend some time with you tonight..."

Like takin' candy from a fuckin' baby.

A/N: Short chapter... next one will be longer, we promises. : nods: