|Virtues of the Western Front
Author: Vixen1 PM
Wild Shields is wreaking havoc, but when this cowboy rides into a new town, will he get more than he bargined for in a pretty lady and her crazy life? *COMPLETE!*Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Adventure - Chapters: 16 - Words: 43,123 - Reviews: 301 - Favs: 41 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 09-17-02 - Published: 05-26-02 - Status: Complete - id: 800265
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Virtues of the Western Front
~~~Yes, Vixen's back! With an all-new fic this time too! As always, I consider this to be an original plot, so read on and I hope you enjoy! Oh, did I mention it follows all my others in the couple pattern? Moon/Yui! ~~~
~~~I DO NOT BELIEVE IN DISCLAIMERS~~~
~~~Rated: R – for possible innuendo and adult situations~~~
Prologue: Justice is Served
*The shot rang out loud and clear through the empty town and surrounding countryside. All heads were ducked down low, and no one dared breath, much less move. As the echo of the shot faded away, people looked up. One by one they stood from their hunched positions and craned their necks to see who had won. And slowly a loud whoop rang throughout the dusty streets.
"He gone and done it! He gone and done beat down that two-timing yellow livered no good rotten scoundrel!" One old man stood and threw his hat into the air. People began pouring out of the buildings and soon a collection f them was gathered around the scene in the center of the town.
Before them all on the ground lay a man- a dirty, smelly, unshaven man dressed in a pristine white shirt. An expensive gun laying in his lolling hand, the handle and trigger still warm from his touch. Across from the crumpled figure stood another man. This one was taller and thinner, yet had a more defined build. His russet bangs fell into his sapphire eyes, shading them from the sun of the afternoon as it climbed higher into the sky. He too, held a gun in his hand.
As the figure standing with the gun in his hand looked at the limp form ten paces from himself, he smirked. Another one bites the dust. Literally. No matter. The man had been a wanted criminal. He had been one of the highest bountied men on the wanted lists. And now he could be taken off the lists.
"How can we repay you for all the future trouble you've saved our town from?" The mayor of the town stepped in front of him to shake his hand.
"I'm looking for a man."
"Hiiro Yui, The Perfect Soldier, you're the best bounty hunter this side of the Mississippi! When aren't you looking for a man?" The fatter man laughed. The bounty hunter now known as Hiiro made no movement, not even a smirk.
"I'm looking for a man." He repeated.
"Which man?" The mayor asked, narrowing his eyes. He couldn't tell whether this Yui fellow was serious, or joking. But with the reputation that the kid had, he would guess he was serious enough.
"He's known as Wild Shields- Darien Shields to those who've head his full name. Know where I can find him?"
"Now, now why would I know something like that?" The mayor visibly began to sweat. This kid was pushing his luck.
"Rumor has it Wild Shields has corrupted the justice system of the wild west. And that the corruption goes farther than just looting and stealing from trains. I hear he's got men in administrative positions in every town this side of the Mississippi. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that little crime ring, would you?" Hiiro spun his gun around on his finger, then flipped it back into the holster at his waist. He had thus far avoided looking the mayor in the eyes, but now he looked up and caught the fat man's gaze.
"I, I honestly don't know what you're speaking about." The judge paled. Hiiro fingered his gun lazily, never breaking his gaze.
"Five. Four. Three. Two…"
"Wild Shields came through here about a week ago. Said he was going farther west, out as far as he could go." The mayor confessed as Hiiro counted down. God, this boy's eyes were killing him. They were so cold they made him forget he was standing in the sun in the middle of a sweltering day.
"Very good." Hiiro whispered. He broke his gaze, then turned around. He waited for the mayor to sigh in relief. Then he spun around, drew his gun, and shot the fat man, straight through the heart. As the man fell to the dusty ground, he gasped, taking his last breath and slowly gurgling to death, drowning on his on blood as his heart was ripped open by the searing metal bullet. The townspeople just stared at him.
"He was corrupt. Justice has been served." Hiiro justified his actions. With that, he turned around once more, whistled for his horse, and rode out of the town in a light canter.*
~~~HEHEHE. Strange, huh? -Vixen