AN: Violence ahead.

Bang Bang

Like a bitch out of order
Like a bat out of hell
Like a fish out of water
I'm scared, can't you tell?
Bang Bang
Bang Bang.

I thought you were good
But you painted me bad
Compared to the others
you're the best thing I had
Bang Bang, shot you dead
Bang Bang, shot you dead.

I thought it was you
And I loved you the most
But I was just keeping
My enemies close.

I made a decision, I would never look back
So how did you end up with all my jack?
Bang Bang, shot you dead
Bang Bang, shot you dead (in the head).

And then I discovered
It couldn't get worse
You were building my coffin
You were driving my hearse.

Bang Bang, shot you dead, shot my lover in the head,
Now my lover is dead, and I have no regrets
He deserved it.

And I'm going straight to hell
And I've got a lot of friends there
And if I see that bitch in hell
I'm gonna shoot him in the head again
Cause I wanna see him die
Over and Over and Over and Over and Over and Over and Over and Over.

- Gang Bang, Madonna, MDNA

The alliance between the Black Diamond gang and the Principessa syndicate of Neo Tokyo was a tentative one at best. In a city where royalty and the privileged lived in a completely different world than the rest of the population, men and women fought and fucked to stay on top in the underworld. With whispered allegiances to the crown, the Prinicpessa were led by a fierce young woman. As few had seen her - the rumors were many. She carried a sword and dispensed her own brutal brand of justice with it. A red eye patch covered her left eye as an accident in her early years of weapons training had rendered the organ useless. As the strength of her organization increased, so did the rumors. She was secretly a member of the royal household - a bastard daughter kicked out into the streets. She was an actual princess, bored and weary of court intrigues. She was an angel. She was the devil. She didn't exist at all. A few facts were known - in a landscape of men, her officers were all women, similar in age to her own. She did not give away trust. To be falsely loyal in her presence was to demand death.

Whatever her interests might be, her plan was simple – to take down the Four Kings, the strongest, most ruthless gang in the sprawling metropolis.

Unlike many of the other yakuza, gangsters and mobs, the Principessa were a relative newcomer to the seedy landscape of Neo Tokyo. In less than a decade they had risen to one of the strongest. Using their gender as a weapon, the Principessa slowly infiltrated and gained allegiance from all of the brothels in town. By offering protection from those that would do the prostitutes wrong, they heard the exclusive whispers, had evidence to blackmail almost every city official, and advantages over nearly anyone else in the city's underworld. Unlike the men, they did not quarrel or fight over turf or territory, they were only interested in money, prestige and influence. When whispers began circulating that the Principessa, a group who had long stood alone had allied with the dangerous Black Diamonds, other gangs began to get nervous and sought coalitions of their own. While the Principessa continued to remain out of the picture, the Black Diamonds, supplied with precious insider information began making bigger and stronger moves against the Four Kings.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you ever wish we could just leave this place?"

"And where would we go? Neither of us is anything close to respectable." The lovely blonde woman gave a throaty laugh.

"You wouldn't do it?"

"What are you asking?"

"For love?"

"Love is a very dangerous game – especially in my profession."

"Let's say I had a lot of money."

"Darling, we both know you do. You wouldn't be able to afford me if you didn't."

He sat up, and in the moonlight she felt her heart stutter. He went to the window of her boudoir and looked out into the night, down at the dirty and squalid streets below. Sighing, he said quietly, "Sometimes I wish we had been born in a different time."

She didn't bother answering, knowing, deep down, she felt the same way. In an alternate time, situations might have worked differently. When the silver haired man had come to the club, she had spotted him from the backroom – watching his every movement on the monitors. He was there for an evening of entertainment and although she couldn't be certain, believed he was one of the highest ranking members of the Four Kings. This was the opportunity she had been waiting months for.

"Let me," the girl with raven tresses said, making her claim. "I'll make him scream."

Kissing her friend's cheek, the blonde whispered, "There will be a chance for you yet, sweetling. Have patience. Your fiery temper would be wasted on him."

"Which time is that?" she asked, forcing herself to pay attention, knowing that dwelling on the past would lead to nothing she could afford.

"Any other."

"Let us stop wishing for things that can never be. Will you see me again this week?"

"Perhaps."

"Why not? I miss you when you're away," she purred in response, slinking up behind him and pressing her naked breasts against his bare back.

"Some business needs sorting."

He was usually very careful when it came to discussing his role in the organization, but the information she had gleaned had always been worth it.

"I love it when you talk that way."

"How?" He turned and tucked his arms around her, pulling her flush against the hard planes of his body.

"Dangerously."

He lowered his mouth to her ear and whispered, "Want to hear more?"

She forced a giggle and nodded.

"The reign of the princesses is coming to an end in Neo Tokyo."

Her heart beat very hard in her chest. Forcing a neutral voice, she asked, "Where?"

"They got in bed with the wrong men. The Black Diamonds have sold them out. We're just going to help things along." He ran his tongue around her earlobe, causing goosebumps. "Now, I'm done talking."

Forcing her back on the bed, she tried to separate herself from what was happening to her body, but like every time with him, he demanded her full concentration.

"I'm done talking." Her bloodied sword was cast aside, a stillettoed heel on his neck and a gun pointed at his head. Tears mingled with her sweat. Even though they had known the attack was coming, they hadn't counted on the numbers and ferocity of the Four Kings. Her closest generals lay dead in the warehouse.

"This whole time?"

"You seem surprised."

"You played the part well."

Although it was meant to be superficial, the cut hurt more than she preferred.

He coughed and spat blood aside. "Would you have ever considered leaving it all behind?"

Images of her friends passed through her head. She would have left behind the money, the power, but she could never have left their sides. "No. Now, as mentioned, we're done talking."

Bang bang.