A/N: Alright! So, here's the first chapter of my Tig story. As with the Chibs one, this is more like a trial run to see if anybody gives a shit. That said, this story is pretty fun to write. Writing characters who just don't give a shit is always entertaining. Plus, I feel like there's a lack of good Chibs or Tig stories...anyways. Read, review, all that jazz.

From her place in the adjacent trailer, surrounded by guns and gun parts she had yet to assemble, Kaya watched the white men disappear into the trailer where they made the ammo. She wasn't surprised to see them following Ashkii, his mother had seriously screwed up when she'd left all the bullets in her SUV. Particularly when she knew that it was in danger of being repossessed. From what Kaya could tell, they were more than a little interested in getting a piece of the action, which was fine by her. So long as they didn't try to do anything stupid. She'd seen enough death and violence to know exactly what happened when deals like this went south. Quickly she finished up the AK that she'd been assembling, putting it onto a rack with the others and drawing all the curtains. She locked the trailer door behind her, and waited for the group to exit again. Everybody looked pretty happy, even Ashkii, who was doubtless pleased with their new business partners.

When he saw her, however, the smile faded slightly.

"These are—" he began, Kaya holding a hand up and tapping her lips.

He cleared his throat nervously, throwing an anxious glance at the tall, grey haired man standing a foot or two behind him. There was a younger guy with faintly ginger hair, and a middle aged guy with dark curly hair. For a moment, Kaya stared at the dark haired one, intrigued for a moment by the ice blue eyes, before Ashkii spoke up, using their native tongue.

"They were the ones who repo'd Mama's car…they want into the bullet business. Black Elk even convinced them to get into the shrooms too—they'll buy and sell all of it."

Kaya nodded, arms crossed lightly over her chest. Her gaze flickered back to the two accompanying younger men, noting the look in their eyes, "Suppose they wanted to make sure the stuff was good, hm?" she questioned, Ashkii nodding.

"Black Elk let them try it…the two are staying here. The older one, he's the boss. He's going to go back and talk to his buyers, see how much they want."

"I hope you didn't tell them about the guns…res police are the only ones we sell to."

Her voice had dropped low, the tone dangerous despite her calm look. Technically, she wasn't in charge of all this. The chief had decided on selling the bullets and guns, and Black Elk had offered up the shrooms he grew for 'medicinal' purposes. Crazy shaman was always getting the younger boys into trouble when he sold to them. Nevertheless, everyone knew that crossing her was a lot more dangerous than crossing the chief—she didn't take shit, and she'd kill you for even so much as thinking about double crossing the tribe. Hell, she'd beaten the shit out of people for much, much less.

The older man looked between the two, almost disgusted. The youngest looked mildly intrigued, and the dark haired one just stared at her, eyes already glazing over. Shit, he must've taken quite the handful for them to kick in so fast.

"No! I'd never do that…it'd be crossing the wishes of the tribe. They have no idea," he promised, Kaya nodding and ruffling his hair.

"You speak English? Or just sneaky bitch?"

Kaya's head snapped over, the old man glowering at her. Ashkii's eyes widened, and she sauntered over, body centimeters from him as she stared up at him. Golden coppery eyes, the color of sunset her mother had always said, bore into his brown ones, challenging him silently to try her patience again.

"Not very polite, old man," she purred, her voice quiet, but the undertone screaming of threats and dark promises to be fulfilled, "I think you better be a little more courteous to your new business associate. Particularly since I can pull the plug on your little deal whenever I want."

The look on his face changed to shock for a moment, before the glower returned, "Yeah, whatever. Speak English when we're around—can't have you plotting some crazy shit right under our nose."

"My land, my rules. Now get the hell out…you can leave them here. They'll be tripping their balls off in a minute anyways," she snapped, the older man glaring once more before turning and heading back to his bike.

Ashkii looked like he might just piss himself, "Kaya…you really shouldn't say shit like that. They're Sons," he muttered, Kaya shrugging. Ash was a good kid, and he tried to do what he was told—but as good as he was, his heart was too big for the rough life he lived. He was more spineless jellyfish than cold hearted killer. Hell, the only reason Kaya let him stay around was because she had a soft spot for the kid—they'd grown up together, and he was pretty much the only one on the reservation who wasn't too terrified of the little girl with the mean glare to play with her.

"Whatever. They try to piss on me again and call it rain, I'll kill one of them."

"And start a war? You're insane. Why don't you go finish that shipment of AK's…I'll make sure these two don't get into any trouble while they trip out."

For a minute, Kaya examined the two, setting her hands on her hips, "What're your names?" she questioned, the ginger one answering for them both.

"Half-Sack…this' Tig."

"Right…just don't do anything stupid. Ash'll watch you…see you boys around."

Kaya headed in the direction of Chief Kitchi's house. The reservation was run down as hell, more so than most even, but the Chief's house was the only one there that wasn't a complete shit hole. His wife, who was eerily similar in appearance to Kaya's dead mom, let her in without question. Nobody kidded themselves there, times were tough and they'd done what was necessary to survive. Kitchi was the political head, and kept their legal side clean and funded, but Kaya had become the one who did all the dirty work. At 26 years old, she'd been doing the reservation's dirty work since she'd been 15. She, thus far, was the only one around who had what it took to get the tough shit done so that they could stay afloat and protected.

"Kaya, what brings you here?" Kitchi was a middle aged man, with the deep copper skin that all their people had. His eyes were deep brown, warm and inviting, and his hair was inky black, cut close to his head.

"Nothing wrong I hope," he prompted when she didn't immediately reply.

"No…just thought you'd like to know Ashkii made a new deal…white men," she commented. Race hadn't ever been an issue for her—sure, she naturally resented the white men for screwing her people over, but it didn't matter, business was business regardless of color. However, Kitchi and some of the other older members of the tribe were particularly wary when dealing with white people.

"They're buying out bullets, and some of Black Elk's mushrooms," she said, Kitchi nodding thoughtfully.

"A fair price?" he questioned, Kaya nodding.

"They're Sons, part of that biker gang in town, but they're paying a fair price," she replied, Kitchii nodding thoughtfully.

"They won't be a problem, will they? I know that they can be…forceful, when they need to be."

"They're boss, Clay, is an asshole…pompous prick thinks he runs the world. It might be tricky…killing one of them isn't like killing one of the other dealers. It brings the backlash of the entire club, and we don't need that. But I'll rough them if they start getting out of line or too cocky," she replied, Kitchii nodding.

"So long as you're alright with it, then it's good with me."

Kaya nodded, bowing her head slightly and backing from the room, adding over her shoulder, "I'll be in the trailer finishing the guns for the Res Police."

With that, she left the house, heading back to the trailers where the illegal aspects of the tribe went on. She wasn't surprised to see that the two Sons were already starting to trip out, both grinning like idiots. With a brief shake of her head, Kaya disappeared back into the trailer. There were still another ten guns she had to assemble and clean, and then the entire shipment to pack up and give to Ashkii, who would take them to the res police. It took her a solid hour to get everything completed, and then a half hour to get all the AK's packed up neatly and disguised. Ashkii was waiting outside with the pickup and a couple of the younger boys, and Kaya handed the duffels off.

"I'll keep an eye on the Sons," she said, Ashkii nodding, a small grin on his lips.

"You have fun with them."

It wasn't too hard for her to find the ginger, Half-Sack. He was sitting, butt naked, in the medicinal mud pool. She stood silent for a minute, watching him give himself a rub down, muttering quietly and grinning like an idiot. Deciding that he wasn't going to be leaving anytime soon, or trying to escape when he was wearing nothing but his birthday suit and a coating of mud, Kaya turned to try and find his friend. Tig was a little trickier to track down, but she found him just outside the main area, kneeling in the brush, one of the little dolls the elder women made clasped desperately in his hands. She didn't realize what he was doing until she was too close to turn back.

She stood still, listening to his quiet sobs as he repeated a little mantra under his breath, "Forgive me…I'm so sorry…"

Kaya was momentarily at a loss. She knew the eyes of a killer when she saw them, and this guy was definitely no stranger to doing dirty work. What the hell was he keeping to himself that would make him start sobbing like a child? Feeling a little bad for the guy, she set a hand on his shoulder.

He sobbed harder, before taking a shaky breath and turning to face her. For a moment he just stared at her, Kaya beginning to rethink her decision to try and comfort him. When he stood up, abandoning the doll he'd been holding, tears still leaking from those impossibly blue eyes, Kaya was about to tell him that he should get over it and pull himself together. Before she could, however, he grabbed her face, pulling her close and pressing his lips against hers. It took a brief moment to realize what he was doing, but when she did she quickly forced him off her. A resounding crack sounded through the area as her hand connected with the side of his face, a scowl pulling at her lips.

Tig looked taken aback for the briefest moment, and confused as hell, but a grin quickly replaced the look of confusion, "You're beautiful," he purred, stepping closer to her, "Must be my savior."

If he'd been any less stoned, Kaya was fairly sure that she would've killed the crazy bastard then and there. But she didn't, and that had been the beginning of their strange relationship.