Ash walked into the bar, his contact should be here now. His combat boots made a low thump then the chains around his hips shooks making little clicks. His black leather pants and black skin tight crop turtlw neck shirt fit in with the club seen. His dark tattoos made his white skin glow even more in the neon lights. Ash's red hair trailed down his back in three feench beaids each decorated with Obsidian,Amathest and Saphier. His silver ear rings glowed and shimmered, the multiple rings on each ear shining in the dim lighting reflecting the colored lights. His belly button piercing like a beacon.
Ash spotted his contact and stantured over in a provacative way. The contacts name is Eric Johnson , a player that dealed in some assassination. He contacted Ash's boss of thier gang asking for jobs. Eric has cleaned croped whute hair and silver eyes. he dyes the side of his hair red. He is a well built man.
Ash walks over and leans up beside him with a smirk licking his lips showing some of the tongue piercing on his tongue. "Hey there mister. Heard you were looking for some fun" he said ro Eric.Eric gave him a once over from the side of his eye then turned to face him. "Why not. give me a good time pretty boy." he smirked and pulled Ash in between his legs using the chains around his waist to pull him in. Ash went willingly and leaned in to let Eric kiss him. When they separated both of them panting ,Eric opened his shirt exposing his neck. leaning in Eric gave him a few hickeys. Meanwhile Ash leaned in and whispered into his ear the information for his target. To anyone else this would seem like a paid escort doing its job for the client or of to young guys having a fling. No one would guess that one of those boys would be commiting murder later that night and the other long gone to its next assignment for his boss.
Once Eric was done they parted with a final kiss and Ash left out the back door of the club and into a ally. Picking yp a duffel bag left against a garbage bin Ash walked into a motel checking into a room. Ash opened the bag and took his clothes off taking a quick shower to rinse off Erics smell, he then got dressed in a pair of dark blue tarck pants, gray o ersized sweater and black hoodie. Tiying his hair back into a bun and slipinga beanie on Ash picked up the duffel bag and left the motel to take a taxi.
He now looked like your regular teenager of 19 years old.
Opening the taxi door he asked the driver "Seoul please" and sat. the drivee nodded and started the motor it rumbled gently. The taxi drove throught the small city streets before getting onto the highway. Ash leaned against the window as the lights flew by. He would finally be able to see her today. See hus sister for the frist time since the night he brought her to the hospital.
As he stared out the window the memories came back. 5 years ago, a 14 year old Ash walks home from school. He walked slowly dreading going home. Ash's fostor dad had drinking issues and for some reason Ash felt as if tonight would be bad. When he came up to the door of the house he froze the door was still open his little sister's bag by the door as if it had been just thrown there. Walking slowly into the house ,Ash took his bag off. He heard breathing from the living room, college football playing from the tv speakers. Ash walked ib and gasped on the floor at thier fostor dad's feet was his little sister 8 years old. She was unconcious growing brusies on her skin. Hee skinny leg bent in a odd angle. His step father was lounging on the couch his foot on her ribs. There was at least 20 beer bottles around the room. Ash choked a scream "what did you do!" he yelled at his fostor dad. The man scowled at him disgusted "you little bastard how dear you raise your voice at me. Its not my fault your brat of a sister is such a wench." he said with a snarl. The man kicked his sister, that had been the final action, Ash growled and grabbed a near empry glass bottle breaking it and charging at his fostor parent like a mad men. The fostor dad couldnt react in time Ash was already stabing him multiple time with the broken glass.
Ash stopped panting looking down and the mess he stumbled out of his trance. His fostor father lay dead in a mangled mess on the living room floor.
Ash went to the bathroom and rook a shower, then he wrapped his sisters wounds and put a blanket on her. then he went to thier shared room and packed thier bags.
Picking his sister up gently being very careful about her injuries. Wlaking put of thw house in total it took 15 minutes from the time he got home to now. Ash walked for a while till he arrived to a clinic. little did he know that this one clinic was under the Black wolf gangs power. Ash shook his head at the memorie and gazed out the window into rhe night. since then he has worked for the Black wolf's boss as a information broker. He payed for the clinic bills thought they were piling up since his sister was bedriden and he couldnt pay for the treatments foer her. She was diagnost with a broken spine and a weak healing systeme.
Ash sighed he had gave up his 'honor' , 'innocence' or whatevee you wanted to call basicly he sold his body for information. Sometimes he would get a target to capture or kill those were fine but he hated when his job ment spending the night in some rich guy's bed. But he would go through hell and back for his sweet delecate sister, saddly others knew that too. So it wasnt uncommon for the Black wolfs to us that.
Ash sighed and pressed his cheek to the cool glass of the window, He had 2 hours left before arriving in Seoul. He better make the best of it and rest for some reason he felt as if his and his sisters lives would be getting alot harder from now on.