Bounty Hunters
Harry Potter and the ZX Warrior
Strangely shaped guns were wielded by a young teenager with long spiky black hair, and his hard emerald green eyes cast a glare upon his enemy. Raising the strange gunmetal gray weapons he fired, ending the life of his enemy. Spinning them on his fingers he slotted them onto clamps on a large metal-armor belt that seemed to fit snug around his waist. The black cargo pants were baggy around the legs, with boots with armor plates around the toecap area and heel, and the black tank fit tight like a near second skin, with an unzipped emerald green vest with the symbol of a emblem on the back – the letter P with the line jagged into a lightning bolt sign.
"Hmph... enemy deceased," Harry spoke into a com set-up on his vest's right side of the collar.
"Roger. Unknown recipients have been detected; however we believe them to be invisible... If they show signs of hostile force, take them out and escape."
"Right... Raven out. Damn it... just what I need..."
He unholstered his weapons and squeezing his palms against the cylinder-like handles charged up the energy capacitors, holding them out in his Degree Style, as he named it. Cardio workouts and various Yoga exercises helped with the Degree Style, able to shoot in a full 360 degree range once he takes a second or so to aim properly. Suddenly like curtains of water more of the black robed men with the white masks appeared and fired jets of light at the teenager, who had aerobically dodged the lights with a bit of dancing flare, and returned fire, killing three of the enemies. The final two were ripped down easily like the rest of the team.
"Prepare a warp for me now," he called to base.
He pulled the triggers just as a series of pops echoed, and a group of people arrived. They were known as the Order of the Phoenix. He looked up after holstering his guns when he noticed an old man with a white beard staring at him with a stunned look. He however paid no attention as he closed his eyes, and feel the wash of energy atomically break him down into data and teleport him away.
Bounty Hunters
He wore a pair of camouflage cargo pants and an olive military-issue like belt with silver snap clasp, black sneakers and ankle socks, and the t-shirt he wore was fishnet made. Over that was a white and dark green basketball jersey with his last name written in football styled font, and the number 731 under the name, reflecting the month and the date he was. It cost a bit of money to customize the jersey, but the store he bought it from did so, which was in a clothing store in Florida of the US. On the front of the shirt was a yellow lightning bolt symbol. His hair was in long locks, but not girly long, no; he had a few stylish bangs of black hair, but a top portion of his hair was snow white, resembling a cracked eggshell in some views. Concealed in the back tucked away is a silver and gunmetal gray action Desert Eagle hybrid, with the etching designs of lightning bolts engraved along the barrel piece of the weapon. This person own two sets, with the initials HP on the bottom of the handles.
The person that walked next to him had long locks of dark hair. The clothes he worn was a set of black leather pants and a dark blue belt, with a large cargo-style pocket over the right pant leg with a medium-sized silver zipper. He wore a black tank top, and over that was a baggy dark green jersey. The sport sneakers were dark blue with white lightning bolts and silver-blue shoelace. He wore a locket styled after a Duel Monsters card around his neck, and this light blue handkerchief tied around his neck. Concealed inside the large pant pocket was the same gun that the other boy carried, but only restricted to one gun use. The initials MK was engraved on the bottom of his gun handle, and the etchings along the barrel and the sides around the trigger were styled in dragonic lines.
These two boys haven't been home ever since they met three years ago. They were Harry Potter and Mokuba Kaiba. You may be questioning the idea of the brother of the world's riches man of Japan, and owner of Kaiba Corporation, would become a bounty hunter, one that chases after bounties that are vampires, werewolves, and at times demonic forces, with a young man who was considered a wizard. Well, after Mokuba's rebellious phase has come and gone, at the age of fifteen he made the decision to show those around that he was not the same weak defenseless boy that he was after the whole Sennen Item business. He left Domino City, Japan, and hasn't come home since. For Harry Potter, after living a home of abuse and neglect when even his own mother would give his younger brother more affection than him, well, even you would get tired of the neglect, the abuse, the torment, and the sadness, and just leave and never return. He left London, England, at the age of sixteen and never returned home. Both met in the train station in Chicago, Illinois, six months after and never left each other since. They were two completely different souls, and they fit perfectly.
"This place is weird." They had taken a long nine hour plane ride, and finally arrived in some place called Emanel City. This place reminded Harry of some old places of New York, London, and the houses they were passing in the west side of the neighborhood were Victorian-styled homes.
"And there are supposed to be demon sightings here?"
"Yup."
As they traveled into the city, it began to rain. And since they only have the clothes on their back, after losing their luggage at the airport which kicked them out (after Harry made a slight disturbing scene), they finally made it under a roof in front of a building located in a corner street.
"We would have had clothes if you didn't go and throw that real disturbing scene at the airport," said seventeen year old Mokuba.
"Bite me. How was I supposed to know there'd be kids there? Not my fault."
"You scarred a group of school kids for life!"
Eighteen year old Harry snickered a bit. "Yeah. Was funny..."
Mokuba sighed irritably and slides down the nearby brick wall.
"Oh baby, don't be mad at me," Harry coos softly, joining Mokuba on the ground as the rain continues pouring.
Mokuba still puts up the angry face, so Harry nuzzles the younger teen's cheek.
"C'mon, I'm sorry Mokuba-kun," he says positioning himself in the younger lad's lap.
Then Harry locks lips with the boy, and Mokuba groaned into the older boy's mouth.
"How can I stay mad at someone who's such a great kisser?" Mokuba asks in a soft voice, before the two kiss again.
"You can't. You're stuck with me," he whispers with an amusing tone of voice.
"Don't I know it," he says with a spoken smile.
Harry grins, as his hand snakes down his pants; only to both to look over to their right hearing someone close shut an umbrella. Mokuba forcibly ejected Harry's hand from snaking down his pants, as both boys were now noticed by the girl with blonde curls.
"Are you here looking for a job hiring?" She also wanted to ask why these two were in such a compromising position, but thought better of it.
"Oh, no, we're not. We lost our things at the airport, and we just arrived two hours ago at this city. We have no where to go, and only about 300 bucks on ourselves."
"Well, it's cold out here, so come in."
The two smiled, got up, and followed the girl, who introduced herself as Patty, into the warm building. The living conditions were scarce, and up at the desk there was a young man with locks of white hair asleep, with a guns and ammo magazine over his face.
"Who owns this place?"
"That lug over there. His name is Dante."
"Dante, eh?" Harry asks, looking over to Mokuba, who looks back.
"So, where did you two come from?"
"I left Domino when I was fifteen."
"I left London when I was sixteen."
Mokuba smirked. "I've been stuck with this idiot ever since we met at a train station in Chicago, Illinois in North America."
"For two years we stuck together." Harry one-arm hugged Mokuba, smiling.
"A Japanese boy and a British boy. Odd combination," said Patty.
The two boys could only grin.
"The things I have been involved in before I left Domino... well, you wouldn't believe half the crazy stuff that happened."
"Really? Try me."
"A three thousand year old spirit of a once deceased Pharaoh reincarnated a millennia later in the world, to stop a great evil from destroying civilization and saving the world, before being allowed to finally rest in peace."
"It's true," said Harry, "and with the bounties we go after, deal with things much more than just magic." Harry snickered, "like werewolves at times, and mostly vampires."
"And to think existing was a whole different world where most of our bounty exists..."
"You're bounty hunters?"
"We gotta make a living," said Mokuba.
"True," said Harry with a shrug, "for two years we go around, helping different people take care of different problems such as vampire attacks, werewolf attacks, and for the church, various demonic attacks."
"That last demon though was just horrible."
"Yeah... and we could only destroy it in a Duel Monsters duel."
Harry sighed. "Not one of our finer points in the business."
"Yeah." The two turned to one another.
The girl blushed hotly seeing these two older teens openly make out in front of her. Dante held a smirk under the magazine, since he was overhearing this conversation. He didn't bother to look. He had no quarrels with two guys openly expressive on their sexuality. He rather chase after the ladies.
"So... what brings you to this part of the world?" Dante had to ask them that question, slowly taking off the magazine that covered his face.
The door closes shut as the two boys entered the building with the neon sign that read these three words: Devil May Cry.