A/N: Argh. I hope you people actually review for this. It's hell to write, not only am I trying to finish a few more drabbles, but I'm also working on getting the next chapter of n00b up. I'm doing this out of love people!

Sengoku Kiyosumi grinned. As a small time bounty hunter, he never expected much from what he got. In all honesty, he spent most of his time tracking cheating husbands or runaway children, rather than actual criminals. This time though, he'd struck gold. His fellow hunter (and occasional drinking buddy), Jenos, was getting married… And dropping the job. It just so happened that Sengoku was standing Right There when the client was told.

The redhead whistled cheerfully, hands caressing Kismet and Fate, his twin guns. "We're going to give that creepy murderer exactly what he deserves, won't we girls?" he asked quietly, stroking them lovingly. "First though, we need to find him."

Half and hour later, and Sengoku was standing in the bar he and his fellow bounty hunters were regulars at. After flitting back and forth between people, he discovered his target's usual hangouts. It was the way they worked, exchanging information and giving help- providing that they'd be paid back.

SenKiriSenKiriSenKiri

"Bingo." The bounty hunter purred, watching as a man dressed in all black hurried to a building. Just before entering, he pulled out a pair of ruby-tinted sunglasses, and slid them on. "Found you Mr. Red Eyes."

Sengoku slid elegantly off his perch, and began to follow his target… Only to stop when he noticed a grinning raven-haired man holding a gun to Red Eye's back. The new hunter couldn't be older than Sengoku, who'd hit 23 a few weeks ago.

"Hey," the redhead protested. "What the hell are you doing? That guy's my target!"

"Your target?" The gun moved from the paralyzed Red Eyes to Sengoku. "Right, I'm taking him now. Move over."

Hands flew up. "By all means!" he exclaimed, and then, much quieter, "Ladies first."

"WHAT?!"

"Nothing!" Kiyosumi sang out, watching the new hunter pull out rope.

"Or something. Kirihara Akaya." Green eyes glanced up mischievously. "And you are?"

"Sengoku Kiyosumi at your service." He made an elegant bow. "You need help with that?" he asked, nodding his head at the rope.

"Nah, I've got-" Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and Red Eyes slumped over dead. Somehow, he'd managed to pull the trigger to Akaya's gun while he was distracted. "…Damn."

"Well, screw that…" the cerulean-eyed boy looked from his newfound friend, his dead target, and back again. "So, you wanna get a drink?"

A/N: Yes, I'm very well and aware that it is choppy. But guess what? DEAL. I'm swamped. If the threats of mutilation stopped, maybe I'd be less worried about my life, and pay more attention to my writing.