The late hour mocks him as he gathers his bag and shuts his office door – it is certainly time for bed. Another yawn makes his eyes water and Shiro blearily walks down the hall toward his new sleeping quarters. After promotion to Captain the Garrison had given him new rooms and while he protested sleeping in a space so large he also knew there was no choice in the matter. Besides, the room isn’t so empty and lonely when he has Keith to keep his bed warm.
The hallway seems miles long while he half stumbles and half walks but despite his tiredness a sound like Kosmo popping in and out of inter-realities makes him pause and turn toward another hallway. The hall leading to the simulation room. Shiro sighs and hopes Kosmo isn’t chewing on wires again; he isn’t sure how much Iverson will continue to tolerate.
“Kosmo,” Shiro grumbles and enters the room, flipping the lights on. “Stop playing with–.”
There is someone standing in the room and it’s definitely not Kosmo.
With his leads turning into dead ends and corpses, Detective Takashi Shirogane realizes that he has plunged into a violent conspiracy way over his head and that he is running out of time. If he ever wants to unravel the shadow games that plague his beloved city, he’s going to have to be willing to bend the rules and turn to strange bedfellows to prevent mutual destruction.
And none are stranger than the volatile and enigmatic Keith Kogane, sole heir to the Mafia family that has held an iron grip in the area since time immemorial. Shiro would much rather see the young crime lord behind bars than at his side, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Despite the detective’s best efforts, Keith seems to have taken a liking to him, something that has proved both useful as well as garnered him the ridicule of half the precinct. But despite his sarcastic wit and aloof nature, Keith is frighteningly clever and ruthlessly dangerous. Bargaining with him will meaning dancing with the devil and dealing with dragons. But if Shiro plays his cards right, perhaps he’ll take out two birds with one stone in the process of solving this mystery. It’s not like the younger Kogane means anything to him.
Right?
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It’s FINALLY UP!!! Chapter 1 of my Sheith Mafia AU writing inspired by the amazingly talented and kind @lightningstrikes-art ! (created and posted with their blessing) Check out their Mafia AU tag with their art and other amazing stories here.
After seeing their amazing Mafia AU art, I felt my muse strike and asked them if I could write for this. Months later, I finally pulled this together through all the craziness with work and the rest of that silly thing called life.
Chapter 2 is already almost finished and yes, there WILL BE SMUT. Just bear with me for a little setting up on the first chapter ;p
Also, I just wanted to add that I think the most common comment I received from folks who proofread this for me was “I want Keith to step on me too” and I think that is both hilarious and a high form of praise.
@lightningstrikes-art made me watch Magnificent Seven and I fell pretty hard for Goody & Billy, and then Sa drew the cowboy Sheiths so here we are. If you haven’t seen the art this is based on, you can see it here
Watching Keith risk his life should have caused distress but Shiro can’t bring himself to wipe the smirk off of his lips so he turns his face to look out into the desert rather than watch Keith take out a fool. He’s been to enough one on one draws to know how things would play out. Keith would win and they would take home the money in a burlap sack.
Keith always wins.
“On my count,” the man announces and Shiro slides a flask out of his pocket to take a sip still trying to keep back a barking laugh. Anyone who thought they could draw faster than Keith was a fool and quickly learned their lesson. “One… two…. Three…”
The sound of guns going off finally make Shiro look, his eyes falling onto Keith where he stands confidently, legs spread in a calm stance. Keith hates guns but he bears one pistol, given as a gift by Shiro, mostly for contests and in an offhand chance he may need a gun in a tight spot. Shiro would never forgive himself if he let Keith enter a fight without at least one gun.
“Keith wins,” the man announces which only makes Keith’s opponent angry.
“No, no, no,” Keith’s opponent growls.
Keith is slowly walking over to where Shiro lounges on the fence, adjusting his belt and shirt as he does. Shiro tries not to stare. Keith rolls his eyes and shakes his head a little. Shiro isn’t able to keep the smirk off of his face this time and they share an amused glance at one another.
“For real this time,” the opponent snarls. “I can outdraw him any day.”
“Your funeral,” Shiro says and takes another drink while Keith returns to his spot. He watches Keith drop his gun and belt to the ground, leaving his weapons in the dust. The air tenses and Shiro is pretty sure he can see Keith’s opponent flinch and look worried – which he should be.
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