Behind Blue Eyes

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the world of Sin City or any of it's characters. Nor do I own the rights to the song Behind Blue Eyes. I do, however, own Diana "Dante" Bestrafe. That's aboot it, though.

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Chapter One
Welcome to Basin City

It was raining that night, drops of water jetting down from the dark sky like silver bullets. Everything makes you think of bullets after you've been around them so much. I'm standing by the sign, looking out at the misleading city. Basin City, the sign says. People call it Sin City, and for damn good reason. What better place for a bounty to find work, eh?

The name's Diana Bestrafe, but I don't go by that name. Too feminine, and I'm not a very feminine person. Sure, my hair's long, but there are plenty of men with long hair, too. I'd hack it off if I didn't love it so much. It's dyed neon-green. I have no problem with standing out. Well, I'm called Dante.

I don't know why I stopped my car. Just to look at a damn sign and get a nice view of the flashing lights down there? Maybe it's because it's finally hit me that I haven't figured out what the fuck I'm doing. I'm not an "employed" Bounty Hunter, to be honest. I more or less take the law into my own hands and find a way to profit from it. And trust me, I always find a way. What the hell am I gonna do, anyways?

Get it together, Dante, figure it out. You don't wanna go waisting gas, driving around not knowing where the hell you're going.

As if on cue, there's a sharp noise and then the sound of leaking steam and I realize my rust bucket of a car ain't going no where. Guess it's on foot from here. Good thing these old combat boots are worked in, or I'd be in worlds of hurt by the time I found...wherever I want to find...

So I treck out.

It didn't stop raining once, not even for a second. Oh ya, I got the devil's luck. I wandered the town all night, gathering my thoughts more than anything. Where do I go from here?

I chanced upon a place that had really sparked my interest when I heard talk of Basin City. Old Town. A place where all your dreams came true. Nothing but hard core warrior dames as far as the eye could see, all willing to make your night. I wasn't sure if I'd be in the mood to bag me a good one tonight. Besides, I'm a bit too shy... I may act all rough and tough, but I got such a soft spot for a pretty face it's ridiculous. Ya, I know, I'm a damn pansy...

I don't know why I think I can find a place to stay here of all places. Like they'll really take pity on me.

My ol' reliable libido kicks in like a crowd at the track at the start of a race as I wander the streets. Some of the girls aren't even bothering to find shelter from the rain. Scanttily clad woman soaking wet. Damn it, Dante, keep focused. But damn, they're all eyeing me expenctantly, and that better not be a blush I feel creeping to my cheeks. I'll be pissed to no end.

"What's'a matter, sugar? Ain't got no car?" I blinked for a moment then turned to see a young girl walking on the side walk. That's when it first struck me that I was in the middle of the road. Hm, when'd that happen? But I don't got time to dwell on that.

If she isn't the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life. She hasn't developed into a woman just yet, but she's got this angelic quality to her. Her eyes are the first thing that really capture ya, this incredible, soft azure blue that shine with deceptive innocence. They really contrasted against her dark hair and clothing. Her skin was ivory and looked soft as silk; I longed to reach out and touch her.

Fuck, Dante, snap out of it. She's too young for you. Young girl like that, the law'll get ya...

But there ain't no law here... The ladies are the law...

"We were born with legs, might as well use 'em," I reply, trying to keep my cool. I can't stop staring at that angelic face, still rounded with youth. But she was getting close to womanhood, there was no denying that. I don't know why the many crucifixes draped from her neck are such a turn on; I'm agnostic.

Her sincere smile almost melted to a smirk. "Very true," she replies with intentions I know I hadn't implied. I'm not gonna complain though. "You new around here?"

I never took any change of direction to attempt to get closer, and I never stopped. And she just kept walking along the sidewalk, not leaving me.

"Yup. Don't quite know the lay of the land yet or nothing." Now she's gettin' closer to me. She's stepping off the sidewalk and inching her way closer. Hot shit, I'm terrible at improvising, and that's what life is. Unless I'm planning ahead, I'm fucked. So basically, I'm fucked.

"It's not the city so much as the people ya gotta know, darlin'," she says. She's getting real close now, I can smell her perfume. And it's mingled with a scent all her own. It's intoxicating. I breathe deeply, trying to make sure she doesn't notice.

"W-well, I know a guy around her, I haven't seen him in years, but that's something, right?" I'm trying desperately not to stutter, but I think I'm failing. I can't really noticed. Those eyes are hypnotizing, I'm losing myself here.

"I guess so," she says. After that there's a moment of silence where she's just walking beside me, smiling. I'm trying to figure out the intentions of that smile, but it's hard to place. And I hate not knowing someone's intentions. It gets me paranoid and on edge.

Guess she's an exception.

"Where you stayin', hun?" she asks. I hunched my shoulders, digging my hands deeper into my black latex trench coat.

"Well, er, haven't quite figured that out yet." She stops walking. Why did I stop, too? It's not like she matters.

"You got no where to go on a night like this?" I nod dumbly. "And you're new to town?" Another nod. "You can't go 'round town by yourself, you know what the hell you got yourself into coming here, doncha?" I shrug. I'm pretty unphazed by the whole "possibly dying" thing. It's pretty overrated.

She's pressed up against me. Fuck. She's grabbing the collar of my coat and looking up at me. I gotta be a head taller than her, at least.

"You can probably stay with..." I don't know if she trailed off or my mind made her, because my prayers were shooting. "...one of the girls tonight." I frowned. Damn it, Bestrafe, stop thinking with your pussy and get it straight. She's probably a straight girl, anyways. She probably just got close to see how much money you got on you then changed her mind half way through. Damn it, Dante, you suck... "I'd have you stay with me, but I live with my mum, and I don't think she'd like that. She doesn't even know I work out here." There's a sort of relief. At least now I can delude myself that that's the only reason I ain't stayin' with her and that I got a shot.

A shot at what? Keep it to-fucking-gather, Bestrafe.

"That's okay, darlin', I'm fine." The thought of spending the night with one of these fine ladies is enticing, but I need to keep my mind on my money. I'm jobless in this God forsaken town and I kinda need money to live.

"No, really! If money's an issue, I can put in a good word, just trust me. Come on!" Next thing I know, she's grabbin' me by the wrist and dragging me to a little congregation of her friends. Two in paticular catch my eye: a vicious looking mistress-like black woman and a simply clad -yet very sexy- oriental girl. I'm a fuckin' dog in heat. Why the fuck did I come here again? I'm sure there'd have been a nice welcoming alley I could have found a box in. But no, my fucking pussy led me here subconsciously and now my libido's being provoked like a bull dog behind a fence by some wise-ass ten year old boys who think they're hot shit.

The girls most certainly could not be compared to ten year old boys. Bad simily. True, though.

Blue Eyes is begging with the dominatrix. I'm standing her, only know realize what I state I'm in. Soaked to the bone, my prized hair drenched a darker shade of green. At least my trench coat's water proof.

I glance over at the oriental, and our eyes meet for a moment before I tear them away. I don't want her to know I'm trying to get some looks in. I avert my attention back to the apparent leader. Her eyes are in my direction, but they're cast downards. Naturally I'm gonna think the worse, but she's stepping forward and grabbing the handcuffs at the front of my black jeans. "I like the accessories," she says, grabbing a hold of the leash dangling from my dog collar. Crap, I forgot I dressed kinky. Why is that 'crap' again?

The leader smirks. "Yeah, she can stay with me and Miho tonight, no problem." I blink.

"Ah-uh-thank you!" I couldn't help the stuttering over my words that time. I grabbed a crumpled up ball of bills in my coat pocket. "How much-" but she puts a hand on my arm.

"It's just a place to stay, no charge." Her smirked deepened, but she didn't voice what was going on behind her sharp eyes. I grin beside myself.

"Thanks a shit load," I reply, looking over at Blue Eyes. I still wish I could stay with her. Damn it, Dante, if I have to say 'Damn it, Dante' one more time...! She's too young.

Our gazes lock. I don't look away.

I look back at here even as we leave.

She looked back.

Azure like a sky should be. But not in Sin City.

Here, she was the sky.

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Holah, bonjour, guten tag, and hello to everyone who may be readin' this. Well, this is my first time actually submitting something on here, and it'll contain my first "down and dirty" scenes. I've always come real close to includin them in other stories, but I never really get to it and make it more subtle. I'm hoping to get some practice in on here. Well, like I said, this story is just for practice, and to help ease my recent obsession with Sin City and my not so recent and ever progressive obsession with LESBIANS! yay! Well, you can r&r if you'd like. Don't phase me.