Four days after the death of Minos B. Angelo

As V. walked through The Small town of Jonsberry, he held a small brown paper containing a jar of jam. As usual, as he walked back to the Inn, He received several side glances from the town citizens as usual, most eyes went to the silver hilt of the katana he wore on his back. He'd been in this town for about 4 days now and he hadn't come any closer to deciphering the journal he found in Minos Angelo's House.

He had gotten frustrated and decided to go get some jam for a sandwich. The journal had been full of strange symbols and codes. He had traced it back to an old language dating back to ancient times.

This town's library contained the books needed for translating this type of language.

Though they were barely legible. Seems the passage of time had taken its toll on the books and so all he was able to translate was "Laborers" and "Mystical properties."

That was the reason why he was lingering in this town. Those 3 words had assured him that what he was looking for was within his grasp. But of course, wherever V. goes, peace doesn't last long. He had only taken a couple of steps away from the store when somebody came flying out of the saloon across from it and landed at his feet. He had a bloody nose and was unconscious. The man's gun was also missing. V. made sure to note that as he had a pretty good speculation as to why.

He was followed by a stocky tall man with a jagged Vertical scar starting at the side of his right eye seemingly stopping at his lip. He wore a red bandana tied tightly that covered his mouth and nose, hiding a good portion of his face paired with a red trench coat and a black tie, and red pants to match polished leather dress shoes. Two guns hung at his waist. His shoulder-length jet black hair was tied into a ponytail and his knuckles looked to have tiny stains of blood on them.

It didn't take V. long to put 2 and 2 together and it took even less time to recognize the man. He let out a sigh of slight annoyance and slightly tipped his hat as a gesture of greeting. "Good Evenin." He said, adding mock politeness to his gruff voice.

The Man Nodded at him "hardly. But it's another evenin all the same."

"I apologize for my mess. I just can't stand disrespect."

V. smirked. "I understand. So what brings you around these parts?"

"Let's just go ahead and skip past this Part. Give me the journal…V."

"Hey now. It's been a while, no kind words for an old friend?" V. said, smugness oozing from his words.

The man sighed and took several steps until he was a couple of inches away from V.

"The journal."

"What journal?" V said.

"Do you think you can decipher that thing without the Sins' help?"

"I mean, I managed to get 3 words."

In response to that O. got real close to V's face and raised his voice."You're still infuriating. If I wasn't ordered to handle this as quickly as possible, do you know what I would do to you?"

"I see you're still as cheery as ever."

O. backed away and paced around.

"I'll try this one more time…Give me the journal."

"No." V said plainly as he set his bag down on the ground.

"Alright."

They stood there staring at each other for what seemed like a century, Hands resting just a inch away from their

gun belts. Then in an instant Both had drawn their guns.

Though V. Was faster by the slightest margin.

Blam!

Clank!

O.'s shot went into the sky as he fell on his back.

V. said nothing as he watched O. get up,seemingly unfazed by the bullet and then reach for something in the back of his gun belt and pulled out a knife. He reached under the back of his scarf and when his hand resurfaced he was holding a cut rope tied tightly around a retangular piece of metal with a dent in it. He was wearing it like a necklace.

"You hit me there on purpose, you bastard. You know very well I always keep my heart covered." He said as he rubbed the spot where the metal used to be.

"I also know that it still hurts like hell." V. said with a smug smirk. They had pretty much ignored the screams of the townsfolk but something that had caught their attention was when someone yelled "There goes the sheriff!"

A skinny man in a striped collar shirt and brown pants with a badge pinned to it came storming over towards the two . Before he could even let out a word, O. had drawn his gun and fired 4 shots into the man. The man fell screaming as the bullets entered his shoulder blades and knees.

V looked on in disdain. "Now that was just unnecessary"

"So is everything else we do." O. retorted, his voice clearly holding back rage.

O. returned his gun back to its holster, undoubtably out of ammo.

V. did the same. O. approached V. with a jab to the face,

V. blocked it with the side of his arm and returned with a left hook and struck O. right in the Jaw. He tried to follow up with a jab of his own but O. acted quickly and caught his strike and kneed him in the stomach. V. grunted and headbutted O. to put some distance between the two.

O. gave V. no leisure time though as he swiftly continued his pursuit, throwing more punches and putting V. on the defensive. V. blocked two of his punches at the same time and planted a kick right into the center of his chest sending him stumbling and coughing. When V. approached, O. lunged and jabbed V's side. V. suddenly felt a sharp pain in his side. O. backed up and when 's eyes met his hand he saw that O. was now grasping a bloody knife. "Never did play fair…" He muttered as he touched his side feeling the wetness of his blood.

"And you do?." O asked with a snicker

It was clear he was enjoying this.

"Nope."

V drew his gun and O ran and ducked into the saloon as 3 shots flew past him and hit the counter of the saloon. As people flooded out V stepped through the crowd and was met with a table being flipped in his direction. He let off 2 more shots as the bullets flew into the table sending small wood splinters in the air. "Dammit." V grumbled as he tossed the gun to the ground. His hat had fallen off in all the commotion and when he saw O emerge from behind the table with the knife in hand.

V grabbed his hat and when O lunged at him for a killing blow V turned the hat around so that the inside was facing O and caught the knife in the center of it. The point sticking out from the top. V quickly enclosed the hat around the knife and O's hand and then letting go with one hand jabbed him in the stomach. V then roughly jolted his hand to the right and sent both the knife and the hat flying.

O kneed him again before he could do anything and followed up with a headbutt. They both staggered back after that. V was about to move again when pain in his side began flaring up. "Tch.. God da-" He was caught off guard by O as he landed two punches right in the face.

He blocked a third but then O swept his leg and next thing he knew he was on the ground. O got down so he was a bit closer to V and wrapped his hands around his neck and began to tighten them, slowly closing off his source of air.

"You look so pitiful right now? Thought you were supposed to be the best of us!" O said through grinning bloody teeth.

V could feel his strength leaving his body as he struggled for air. He just stared straight at O and spit blood directly into his face.

"Dah! Goddamit!" O. yelled as his hands instinctivly went to his face to wipe the spit and blood off. His scarf falling off in the process.

V. let out a sharp inhale for breath and as it began to return to him, He shifted his weight and pushed O. off of him.

He got up gasping for breath and then he ducked out of the bar back into the street.

"V!" O screamed.

V rubbed his neck as he made his way to the now bled out sheriff who was resting in a pool of blood.

V ignored the lifeless look in the man's eyes as he removed his gun from its holster.

"My apologies…" He muttered

"I swear to god! I'm gonna fu-"

O, His face now no longer covered by the scarf stopped in his tracks when he exited the saloon to see V pointing a gun in his direction. His nose was bloody and the scar that started at his eye was now fully visible, stopping at his lower lip.

V didn't have to say a word, O already knew what to do. He relieved himself of knives, Knuckle dusters and even a small handgun hidden in his trenchcoat. He knew V already knew about it so there was no point.

"Now." V started to say keeping a more than comfortable distance from him. "Who else did they send?"

"Who do you think? Everyone! Their top assassin backs out of a job at the last minute, leaves with no explanation and then Kills the brother of Draco Angelo! The Syndicate aren't the only wants who want your head. It won't be long till A finds you."

O said with a sickening laugh.

"Well I was able to handle you pretty easily."

"You're so full of shit you know that?"

"Last I checked I was full of blood."

"Not for long."

O took a step towards V and began to wave his hands around while he spoke. "After all, I'm not dead yet and you know what V? Screw my orders. Once I get my hands on you, I promise you are gonna be begging me to kill you!"

"Just go ahead and draw your gun O."

O stopped in his tracks, a nervous grin now plastered on his face, turning the lower part of the scar jagged.

"How'd you know?"

"That guy you knocked out. His gun was missing. You were always trigger happy and I knew you'd want a backup. The fact that you unloaded your first gun into the sheriff proved it."

O. didn't know how to respond and so he didn't. He darted into his trench coat with frightening speed. V. simply let him and when the gun was visibly pointed at him he pulled the trigger.

BLAM!

The bullet hit O directly in his right arm and he dropped the gun. Before he could react any further. V let off 4 more shots as they each planted themselves firmly into O's legs and arms. O fell flat on his back screaming at the sky.

"GAHHH! GODDAMMIT! YOUR DEAD! DEAD DEAD DEAD!"

"Yeah Yeah." V muttered

He walked up to O and stood over him. O's eyes widened in anger as V looked down.

"You bastard! Just kill me so this can be over with!" He spat.

"Nah. I'll let Karma have its way with you. So long Odius."

He turned away from him and began to walk away. It was time to hit the road once more. He stopped for a second and looked around until he saw his brown bag containing the jar of jam. The bag had been trampled and stepped over and the jar was now in pieces and the jam was all on the ground.

"Dammit."

"What?! Hey! Come back here! You- You damn coward! COME BACK HERE! Co- Come on. Kill me! Leaving me here is- is unnecessary. Right, Vicious?" Odius said, trying to fake a smile, Hiding fear in his voice.

"So is everything else we do." V said as he turned away for the last time and staggered back to the end. THe whole time he heard Odius screaming in agony.

"V!"