In a bar in the middle of abso-fucking-lutely nowhere, Texas, sat a teenage boy with very nice looking white hair with red tips. His hair, despite what most might think, was totally natural, thanks to a change in species he had made. Enough about that, he sat with his hat next to him, a masterfully made stetson made out of a very tight weave of some form of red material. His long flowing white trench coat was a stark contrast to the stetson, but they did look good together. If one could see his front they would see a red chest plate and white accents on the plate, a green gem in the middle of the chest plate. He also had red shoulder pads and pauldrons, with white accents of course and blue gems in them. One would think this man was very rich looking at him, and he was, but not for the reasons one might think. He is one of the best, if not the best, bounty hunters in the human world. He also did odd jobs wherever he found himself, so there was extra pay there. He got up, payed for his drink, a diet coke spiked with rum, quite a bit of rum, put on his hat, a white and red accented face plate dropping down over his face, then a blue eye piece covered his right eye and a green eye piece covered his left eye. Both of his eyes were a deep rich violet. His pants were spectacular though, looking like armored leggings, much like his upper torso was armored, yet still being as flexible, if not more-so, than denim. His jeans were crimson, with white knee plates and his boots were white with reds accents. The boot's clanking sound made it clear they were made out of metal. He wasn't, visibly armed, but there were four handguns hidden in his coat, two revolvers and two .50 caliber magazine fed semi-automatic pistols. Each revolver was capable of holding six bullets each, and the two magazine feds held twelve rounds. The revolvers were monsters, each weighing four pounds fully loaded, and the other two pistols weren't much better, weighing in at three and a half pounds.

The man was walking to a white and red bike, with green and blue gems in it, when he seemed to become distracted by something.

***

(Are you sure about this, Partner?) Albion asked me.

'We've been over this, Albion, of course I am. This will be no different from all the other contracts I've completed.' I told my partner, friend, and mentor.

[We are just worried, Romero. That you get hit in the wrong place this time...] Ddraig said.

'Yes, I know, that is why I'm not yelling.' I told my other partner, friend, and mentor.

I finally got to my bike and mounted it easily. I smiled under my mask, knowingly. I was only beginning to use the draconic magic that the two had taught me, plus I was still vulnerable to most bullets, as my scales, which are just below my skin, hadn't finished hardening yet. I kicked up my kickstand, and got rolling. Soon enough I revved my bike's engine and began really moving, just above the speed limit, mind you, but ever since the land of the world had began getting close enough for there to be legitimate bridges build across the two main land masses, superhighways with very high speed limits were built, like, for example, the one I was on.

My next target was a man named Sirzechs Grimm, weird fucking name, but oh well, he won't be alive to be hearing shit about his name much longer anyways. My grin widens under my mask, as I revel in the feeling of freedom that only riding on a fast moving motorcycle can bring. Soon, I'll make it to Kuoh, and I'll be paid in full for a completed contract, on an already dead man.

***

In a very nice looking high rise apartment sat a crimson haired man upon his very expensive couch. He was stroking his wife's silver hair, lovingly and tenderly, as he always did in the afternoon. He was expecting a bounty hunter whom he had lured there with a bounty that he set on himself, thanks to his wife's abilities in hacking, despite her protests.

He smiled calmly as she looked up to him, worried sick for her husband.

"Are you absolutely sure about this, love?" The man's wife asked her.

"Absolutely, my dear, now it's time for me to get up, we'll continue this session later if you so wish." The man said to his wife.

She complied with his wishes, and got up, the man admiring her figure, and wishing that she would stop wearing that maid outfit, and wear something more respectable, like a business suit, or something similar. He loved his wife dearly, more than anything really, and wished only the best for her, along with their son, of course. Speaking of which their son ran into the main room of the apartment/hotel and jumped into his mother's arms, happily giggling, not knowing the danger his father was going to face, and was met with his mother and father's smiling faces.

Sirzechs Lucifer stood up, preparing his welcoming speech to the bounty hunter that he had set on his own tail.

***

I had gotten to Kuoh quickly enough, it only taking a few hours to get there. I stopped in front of the high rise building that my target was apparently staying at, and sighed to myself, high rises are such a pain in the ass. I got off, and walked inside, just then my smartphone beeped. Curious I looked down at it.

The funds for the kill had been paid in full, before the kill was even confirmed. I looked around the lobby, no one was inside.

'SHIT', I immediately dived behind the desk, as I thought the apparent trap had been sprung.

I waited for the bullets to start flying.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

I waited for a full five minutes for the bullets to fly, and. Not. A. Single. Shot. Was. Fired.

I got up and looked around, now confused as hell, when the elevator opened and a handsome man with crimson hair walked out. I quickly slid over the counter and gave him the once-over. Handsome face, good build, tall. Yup, this was my supposed target, but by now I know I had been called her for something.

(Careful, he is a devil.) Albion warned me mentally.

[They are known for being manipulative duchebags.] Ddraig added, once again mentally.

'Got it.' I told the two mentally.

"So, what is it you needed from a bounty hunter so badly that you paid me nearly ten million U.S. Dollars to come directly here?" I asked.

"I, need for you to... Free my sister from an arranged marriage. One such marriage that my father is forcing her into. I think you'll understand why when you meet the man she is engaged to." The man said.

"Sorry, but I'll need payment, preferably something only a supernatural being, such as yourself, can grant." I replied boredly.

"And that is?" He replied, some humor in his voice.

"Near immortality. As in immunity to aging, and only that, effectively." I told him, and he looked thoughtful at the price of my assistance.

"There is something else, isn't there?" He asked.

"I want the locations of the Heavenly Dragons of Creation and Destruction. I'm aware that they are currently sacred gears, but I want information on them and their hosts. That sound fair?" I asked.

"Done, I'll have my wife bring you the information as soon as possible.How do you know about the supernatural, by the way? As far as I can tell, your a normal human." The man said.

"Well, Sirzechs Grimm, if that really is your name, I am actually a dragon, and the current host of Ddraig and Albion, the Heavenly Dragons of Domination and Supremacy respectively." I said, taking off my hat and thus my face mask.

His eyes widened when I said that.

"How? The two are conflicting existences, you should have been ripped apart the second you were born!" Sirzechs nearly yelled, catching himself he continued, "is what I would normally say, but you do, in fact, have their combined powers. Care to accompany me upstairs?"

"Why the hell not?" I asked, my southern accent more pronounced than usual.