Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Colour Me Blood Red ❯ Angel Dust ( Chapter 1 )

Colour Me Blood Red
by Fat Cat Buyo
Chapter One - Angel dust

Pairings: OtogixJounouchi. ???xMalik (later on. Keep reading my lovelies!
Disclaimer: Don’t own Yuugioh. Don’t own Angel dust, whic h is a Plastic Tree song (and a drug). Yeah. Don’t own Colour Me Blood Red, either. Yay for stealing song titles!!

Decided to use what weird knowledge of weapons and guns that I have to make a fanfic out of it. Rather pleased with the outcome, if you ask me.

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Long, slender fingers moved quickly across the keyboard, typing in what could be perceived as random letters and keys. A thin figure sat in the darkness of the room; the only light came from that of the computer screen. Three more figures huddled behind the first one, speaking in soft whispers. Pressing a button triumphantly, the first figure stood up. “Looks like we’ve found our man.” The other three figures relaxed and moved closer to the computer screen, watching what it had to offer.

Once that was complete, the light went on. “Malik, this looks like just a normal old man.” A black haired teen said, rolling his eyes at the person who had been typing, whom we shall now call Malik.

“Watch closer, Otogi.” Malik said, a smirk spreading across his lips.

And because this name game is getting old, the four people in the small, cramped room belonged to the same group. Malik, Ryou, Otogi and Jounouchi. Malik was a hacker, and a rather good one at that. He stood at around 5’11, with shoulder length sandy blonde hair, and tan skin. The Egyptian teen, of about eighteen years, was dressed simply; tight jeans and a long sleeved shirt, that was black, with material thin enough to be called translucent.

The dark haired boy, Otogi, was around 5’8, with long, black hair that passed his shoulders, held up by a single black band. He was dressed simply in a pair of tight leather pants and a black tank top, practically blending in with the blackness of the room, even if the lights were on. The boy seated directly next to Otogi was Jounouchi, a 5’10, angry looking blonde. He wore a red shirt with black lettering, that said “Everybody loves a Russian boy.”, and a baggy pair of pants. Adorning his neck were dog tags, and his chocolate brown eyes held so much pain, anguish and happiness, that they were a wonder to stare into.

Last, but not least, there was Ryou. Ryou was 5’9, with long snowy white hair. He dressed the simplest of them all; like a prim and proper British boy. Truth be told, Ryou was part British and did have an accent, even if he didn’t speak a word of the language.

One might wonder what a strange group of eighteen year old boys would be doing in a room filled with computer gadgets. It’s quite simple, actually, but would take quite a lot of explaining.

In a basic nutshell, these four boys belonged to an organization by the alias of “Sweet Misery”. They caught fugitives on the loose and turned them into the cops for money. So, in other words, they were bounty hunters, each with their own specialty. Ryou with martial arts, Malik with hacking and sharpshooting, Otogi with just being sexy, and Jounouchi, with his multitude of weapons, of all shapes and sizes. They were quite a successful group, yet had no claim to fame, and did everything almost secretly. Besides, if you were a bounty hunter, would you want the fugitives knowing your name?

Malik sighed and reached over Otogi’s shoulder, before hitting the space bar. The small boxes all over the screen, which were different view points from several cameras, began to move again. All seemed to focus on one old man. “Just watch.” He said, before crossing his arms over his chest. The other three boys quieted down and watched the videos again.

“I don’t quite see what’s wrong with the--” Ryou spoke up, but was silenced what the sound of a gun shot was heard from the speakers of the computer. “I spoke too soon.”

“So, you think this is the one who escaped several years ago?” Jounouchi asked. “The one who’s been doing the sexual harassment, as well as murder?” Malik nodded in response.

“He fits the profile that was mailed to us, perfectly.”

“But he’s so much older than they said he was!”

“Plastic surgery does wonders, Jou.” Otogi interrupted, with a shake of his head. This seemed to quiet the temperamental blonde. Malik turned from the small group and began to shift through a box. Pulling out what looked like a tangle of ropes, or something of the like, he began to mess with it, until he had what resembled a shoulder holster.

“Oh dear.” Ryou said, before burying his face in his hands. Malik pulled a black gun from the box. The barrel was around 10 - 12 inches long, and there was the word ‘Ebenholz’ inscribed on one side of it. Pulling out a gun exactly like it, only a silvery-white with the word ‘Elfenbein’ instead of the other, he weighed the two in his hands, before pulling them on either side of the shoulder holster.

“You’re not gonna...” Otogi started.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got Glaser safety slugs in ‘im.” Malik said, his lips turning in a somewhat psychotic grin. “It won’t hurt him, too much. Besides, we aren’t cops. We’re bounty hunters. There’s a difference.” Opening the door, he motioned for the others to leave. “Now, get out of my room, before I’m forced to be violent.” With a sigh, the three other boys got up and left the room. Malik followed behind them, closing the door after he was safely outside.

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After much quarreling about which car should be driven to the spot, it was decided that Ryou’s car would be driven, because Malik’s car was full of computer gadgets and he did not want them to be ruined and/or shot at. Otogi, on the other hand, owned a fairly small sports car that would fit only him and Jounouchi, and Jou didn’t even an own a car. So, Ryou’s car it was.

The small car seated about five or six people. Ryou sat behind the wheel and Malik sat beside him, while Otogi and Jounouchi cuddled together in the back, which made Ryou just a tad bit uncomfortable.

Malik sighed and tapped his foot impatiently against the carpet of the car floor. “C’mon, Ryou. It’s like.. midnight. There’s no traffic at ALL. Can’t you just pass the speed level once?” He asked, eying the speedometer. 40 MPH.

“We never obey the law, Malik. We might as well try to do something legal for once.” Ryou shook his head and looked in the back mirror, but soon regretted it. Malik noticed and patted Ryou on the shoulder.

“If you speed up, we can get over with this faster and you won’t have to be in the car with them for so long.” Malik said, trying to find some kind of soft spot to hit. And he found it. Ryou bit his lip and thought for a few seconds, before increasing the speed of the car. And within minutes, they were there.

Opening the car door, Malik looked around. It looked like the typical place where some kind of evil villain would hang out. Back alleys and everything. Walking over to the trunk, he popped it open before digging around for his black leather jacket. Finding it, he slipped it on, successfully concealing his guns while providing easy access to them at the same time. Ryou rolled down his window and poked his head out just as Malik was closing the trunk.

“Did you really have to bring both of them?” He asked, his face displaying a look of concern.

Malik walked past Ryou’s window. “I’d feel naked with only one.” Flashing Ryou a reassuring grin, he began to walk into the darkness.

Ryou sighed and settled down into his seat, before searching around for his headphones. Muffled moaning could be heard from the backseat and, truth be told, it made Ryou extremely uncomfortable. Finding said item, he put the headphones over his ears and drowned out all of the noises with his classical music.

Malik sighed to himself and continued walking, until he spotted a rusted fire escape. “If this were anything like a movie...” He muttered, before jumping up onto the ladder. Seemed sturdy enough. Climbing up to the first level, he pressed himself up against the brick wall of the apartment behind him. There was a bang as he watched a trash can fall over and a woman run out from behind a dumpster. Without even thinking, Malik reached for one of his guns and pulled out Ebenholz, before lowering his arm to his side. A fat, old, bald man appeared soon and started to grab for the woman, whose mouth was, unfortunately, duct taped shut. She struggled and attempted to get free from him, but with very little luck. Raising his arm, he pushed off from the wall, aiming for the square of the man’s back.

“Safety off?” He whispered to himself. “Check. Kevlar?” He asked, eying the man once more. “Uncheck.” With a twisted, almost sadistic grin, he leaped forward and used his free hand to give an extra boost as he pushed off of the fire escape. Landing in a crouched stance, he quickly stood up and started firing into the man using a two-handed stance, the force from the gun almost pushing him off of his feet.

The man, in turn, went still and slumped forward, letting go of the woman. She was frozen in place, unable to move, as she watched Malik out of the corner of her eyes. Yawning, the Egyptian teen put his gun back into the holster and picked up the bullet shells, before reaching into his coat pocket, pulling out some duct tape and handcuffs. Successfully handcuffing the man, he duct taped his mouth shut and picked him up with ease, throwing him over his shoulder. The woman, who had finally gotten the feeling back in her legs, attempted to make a run for it, and Malik let her. She hadn’t really gotten that great a view of his face anyway.

Walking back to the car with extra weight, Malik hummed a little diddy. Once there, Ryou practically threw himself out of the car and to the “safety” of helping the Egyptian boy load the body into the trunk. Malik chuckled to himself and popped the trunk open.

“That bad, huh?” He asked, as Ryou helped him lift the body.

“You have NO idea.” Ryou whimpered, shaking his head. They loaded the man into the trunk successfully and began to look him over. The car began rocking somewhat, and Malik sighed.

“I feel so sorry for your car. I’ll take it to get washed tomorrow.” Malik said, patting Ryou’s shoulder. The shorter boy could only nod and feign ignorance.

“It’s a good thing you got the blood covered up. Now we gotta make sure that all traces of either of us are gone.” Ryou frowned. “This would be so much easier if we had brought your car.” Malik shrugged and dug around the trunk. Once they were finished, Ryou closed the trunk and both of them walked back to either side of the car, before getting in.

The car smelled, faintly, so Ryou rolled down all of the windows, letting the cool night air find its way into the small space. Malik let his head rest on the window as he watched the lights pass them by. He felt somewhat lonely, right then, with Otogi and Jou sitting together behind him, and with everyone out there who at least had someone. Even Ryou had his family, somewhere out there. ‘That settles it!’ He thought to himself, very determined. ‘I’ll just go for a night out alone tomorrow. And who knows. Maybe lonely hearts can intertwine?’

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After they had dropped the body off, anonymously, at the police station, they drove back to their “secret hideout”; an small shrine house in the middle of Kyoto.

“How much do you think we’ll get off of this one?” Jou asked, yawning sleepily.

“I believe it was a fair amount. Definately more than last time.” Ryou said, before hanging up his coat on the coat rack. No one else said much. Time moved slowly at night, for the four. That was always when they were semi-busy. Malik’s daily job was to look for the jobs by hacking into police reports and whatnot. Everyone else got to pretty much hang back or train. Jou usually went out to shooting ranges to test out a new machine gun, or sit in his workshop and work on his hand grenades and whatnot. Otogi shopped, usually, or browsed local weapon stores for something Jou would be interested in. They had a small dojo in their house that Ryou liked to practice in, and sometimes Malik sparred with him.

Malik had Ebenholz and Elfenbein, his two guns. He needed no other weapons. Specializing in ammo, he experimented with different kinds in their underground target range. He was probably the most silent person of the four, because he kept to himself most of the time, working on making a new kind of ammunition for his guns, or hacking into various sites to get information on their new jobs. This always worried Ryou, who just wanted Malik to be happy, and even with the people he cared for always by him, he seemed to be lacking in that area.

But Ryou could not tell the future, so he could never have guessed about the events that would come to pass.

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Yay! Chapter one! My first lemon fanfic ever almost! I had a few, but I never really finished them! This one I have much motivation with! Anyway, read, enjoy, and have fun! Whoo!

Love,

Buyo