Skylar Sinclaire

The following day was Tuesday, and Jian was determined to keep herself busy. If she stopped, she would dwell, and dwelling wouldn’t change anything. She pulled up in front of the community college, where she found Hu waiting on the curb. “MeiMei, I wasn’t expecting you.” Hu’s voice was surprised, but her eyes sparkled with joy. Jian nodded. “I know Shan-Tzu usually picked you up on Tuesdays, and since…” She broke off, her throat closing with emotion. She didn’t need to explain further. “I figured I would come in his place.” She managed. Hu nodded. “Thank you, MeiMei. I usually don’t have anywhere to be on Tuesdays, so I have a few hours before I have to go home.” She said as she climbed onto Jian’s bike. “Want to hang out at my place? It’s quiet at the very least so you can do your homework.” Jian offered. Hu nodded as she wrapped her arms around her sister. “Peace and quiet sounds nice.”

Jian pulled up in front of her apartment building, leading her sister up the stairs to her unit. “It isn’t much, but it's comfortable. Sorry I only have the futon. It’s just been me.” She said as she unlocked the door. “I like it, very simple.” Hu replied, sitting down on the futon. A moment of silence passed between them as Jian hung up her coat. “Have you pinned down a school in America yet?” Jian asked, turning to face her sister. Hu nodded. “I’m waiting on my student visa, then I can set up a dorm lease and get my passport.” She explained. Jian smiled. “Good, that’s excellent news. I’m proud of you.” She replied. 

Hu stood. “I almost don’t want to go. We only just found each other again.” She sniffed. Jian wrapped an arm around her. “Don’t worry, I’ll be here when you get back. And then we can properly celebrate.” Though her heart ached with the knowledge that Hu would be an ocean and a continent away from her, she contented herself with the knowledge that she would also be that distance from the man that hurt her. Jian’s anxiety about the separation was a small price to pay for any distance she could put between her sister and that rat. “Hey, are you hungry? There is a dumpling shop down the street. I could go pick something up for us.” Jian offered. Hu nodded, her belly rumbling for emphasis. “I could go for some dumplings.” She admitted. Jian kissed her sister’s temple. “I’ll be right back then.” 

As she climbed the stairs to her apartment, take-out bag in hand, Jian felt the first stirrings of dread in her belly. Something wasn’t right. She picked up her pace, almost too eager to get back to her apartment. When she opened the door, Hu was standing over by her closet rack. “I got the variety pack. I wasn’t sure which ones you would like.” Jian admitted. “Jian, what is this?” Hu’s voice was as cold as Jian had ever heard it. Her name, spoken so formally from her sister’s lips, was deeply unnerving. She turned, her eyes, so like her sister’s it was uncanny, widening. Hu held Jian’s old riding gloves in one hand and the worn leather case containing her needles with the other. Her face was an unreadable mask. Jian’s heart plummeted into her boots, and the bag of dumplings crashed to the floor. “Hu, I…” She couldn’t find the words. Hu’s mask faltered for a second and Jian could see the devastation behind it. “Xiao Tiaowen…” She began, but Hu cut her off. “Don’t. Don’t call me that. It was you. You killed Wyn!” She all but screamed as she threw the gloves and needle case at Jian’s feet. But as soon as the sentence left her mouth, her hand clapped over it, as if she could somehow force the words back. Jian reached for her, but Hu skirted her, backing herself against the door. “You are the assassin in black.” She said, her voice breaking. Jian nodded. “I was. It was the only way I could keep you safe. And my own chance to get revenge for mom. I’ve let you down in more ways than one, Xiao Meimei. I’m sorry.” She reached for her sister again, but Hu slapped her hands away. “Don’t touch me.” Hu was starting to hyperventilate, and Jian backed away. “I’m sorry.” Was all she could think to say. It wouldn’t bring Wyn, or any of the other victims of the Talon back. But it was all she had. Hu squeezed her eyes shut a moment, silver tears leaking from the edges. It broke Jian’s heart to see them. She never wanted this. It seemed that all those years running in the underworld, all the death and lies and secrets had only resulted in hurting the one person she meant to protect. 

“I only wanted to keep you safe. I did what I had to, you have to believe that.” Jian said quietly, barely loud enough for Hu to hear her. “I don’t have to believe anything you say. You grieved with me when I told you about Wyn, when all along you knew he was dead, because you were the one to kill him. First, Shan-Tzu goes to prison, and now this? Family isn’t supposed to betray or abandon one another.” Hu’s voice had gone dangerously quiet, and icy as a glacier. Jian couldn't answer her sister in words, but took a step closer. “Don’t come near me, or I swear I will turn you over to the cops myself.” Hu warned, taking one last long look at her elder sister before making a sprint for the door. Jian sank onto the futon, her strength abandoning her. She couldn’t even call out as Hu, the most precious piece of her heart, fled down the stairs. 

***

Jian hadn’t seen her sister in days. Hu was dodging her, and while it hurt, Jian couldn't blame her for it. She was the Talon, the very object of Hu’s nightmares. It didn’t matter that she had only done what she needed to in order to keep Hu safe. It didn’t matter that all the blood on her hands haunted Jian as if she could still see the stains. What mattered is Jian had been the cause of her best friend’s death, and nothing in the world was going to bring him back. “Hu is leaving for America.” Yen-Tzu announced as Jian came onto the balcony. “When?” Jian couldn’t help but ask. “Tomorrow. She got her visa a few days ago and booked the flight.” She explained. Jian merely nodded. Yen-Tzu stared at her. “Did something happen between you two? I haven’t seen you two together in almost a week.” Damn, but Yen-Tzu was observant. “We had an argument.” Was all she said. “Are you going to come see her off?” Yen-Tzu asked. Jian shook her head. “I think we both just need a little time. She needs you guys there more than me.” Jian couldn’t keep the sadness from her voice. Yen-Tzu’s eyes searched her face, but when she found no chink in the other girl’s armor, she sighed and looked away. 

Jian watched from the parking lot of the airport as her sister’s plane took off. Her chest ached, loneliness welling in the chasm where her heart should have been. First Shan-Tzu and now Hu. She sighed heavily, swinging her leg over her bike. As she pulled into traffic and gunned the engine, she couldn’t help but think how all this could have been avoided if she really had died in that fire.

Jian found herself spending more and more time with Hu and the others, hanging out in Yen-Tzu’s one room apartment, or going shopping. It was easy being around them. Natural, like she had been with them her entire life. She learned that her sister was studying to be a glass artist, and already had several apprenticeships lined up once she finished college. She was incredibly proud of her, and couldn’t tell her often enough.

“MeiMei, did you go to school?” Hu asked as she ran her fingers through her sister’s thick hair. Jian shook her head. “I take night classes, but not much else. Until I met Shan-Tzu, I hadn’t even considered going back to school.” She admitted. Hu watched her with fascinated eyes. “So, where have you been all this time? I thought you were dead.” Hu asked without preamble. Her voice wasn’t malicious or accusatory, just curious. Her question caught Jian off guard, and it was a few moments before she could answer. The former assassin shrugged in nonchalance. “This and that. Mostly odd jobs and errands.” She was intentionally vague, and hoped her sister would not pick up on her hesitation. Hu carefully braided Jian’s hair, fingers creating intricate loops as the design came together. “Did you enjoy it?” Hu asked. Jian shook her head. “No, but it was a means to an end. Sometimes, doing something we hate can open up doors to the things we yearn for. I’m living proof of that.” She replied. Hu sighed. “I hope that’s true. Remember how I said that I joined up for my own reasons?” Jian didn’t like where this was going, but she nodded slowly anyway. 

“The Eagles took someone I deeply cared about. Someone I would have considered to be a brother. I intend to destroy the man that killed him.” Hu’s voice was dark, steely determination an edge to every word. “Does this man have a name?” Jian couldn’t help but ask. “I’ve heard he is called the Talon, or something. But I haven’t heard anything about him in months. No one seems to know where he went.” That determination gave way to disappointment. Jian forced calm into her limbs. So Hu did not know. She could almost breathe a sigh of relief. Almost. “I’m so sorry Hu. Losing your friend must have been hard.” Jian took her sister’s free hand, squeezing it. Memories flashed in Jian’s mind, stirring her anxiety and sorrow. She could almost feel the cold rain on her skin. Could almost hear her sister’s scream before the thunder swallowed the sound. A boy who would never be a man lying dead at the Talon’s feet.  Jian shivered. “It’s not your fault MeiMei.” Hu said quietly, hugging her sister hard. How Jian wished that were true. Maybe studying in America would be the best thing for Hu. It would get her away from Lao-Shu and the Eagle gang. Not to mention the truth of her sister’s past. 

“Jian, Hung-Tou and I were thinking about asking A-Hao to take us to the Karaoke parlor tonight. Why don’t you join us?” Yen-Tzu’s voice drew the sister’s attention, excitement showing in every line of her face. Jian smiled. “My musical talent is not with singing I’m afraid, and I have my violin class tonight.” Jian explained. Yen-Tzu’s eyes widened a fraction. “I didn’t know you played violin! That’s amazing. You should come play for us sometime.” She said it with such enthusiasm, that Jian actually blushed. “Maybe when I am better reacquainted with it. I’m still brushing up after a long time not playing.” She replied. Yen-Tzu couldn’t hide her disappointment, but she nodded anyway. “What about you, Hu, come with us?” Yen-Tzu’s voice was hopeful again. Hu smiled, nodding eagerly. “Sure, that sounds like fun!”

A-Hao joined the girls on the balcony, clearing his throat to announce his presence. “A-Hao!” Yen-Tzu stood, crossing the balcony to take his hand. “Are you going out?” She asked. He nodded, a hum of confirmation leaving his lips. “A-Chi and I are going to the Karaoke.” He added. Yen-Tzu smiled. “I want to go with you.” She said, not really asking, but informing him. His smile dimmed around the edges. “No.” He replied flatly. Yen-Tzu frowned. “Why not? It’s a Karaoke parlor, it’s not like it’s dangerous.” She argued. A-Hao sighed heavily. “What if something happens?” He protested. It was Hung-Tou that answered him. “Come on, no one would dare mess with her! Your reputation as a member of the Eagle Gang would scare off anyone who even considered it.” She said, rolling her eyes. A-Hao smirked. “What do you two want to do?” He asked, his tone suggesting that he may regret that question in a moment. “I just wanted to get to know your working environment. Then I can know you better and maybe be more considerate in the future.” Jian had to admit, Yen-Tzu’s answer was very diplomatic. “That’s right, let her go. You keep her home all day and that’s not good. Even a nice cage is still a cage. Show her your world so that she can better understand you. And beside that, Hu and I will be with her.” Hung-Tou slung her arm around Yen-Tzu’s tiny shoulders. A-Hao leaned over to peer around the girls at Jian. “You coming too?” He asked, a note of hope in his voice. She smiled and shook her head. “I can’t, I have class tonight.” She replied. A-Hao puffed out a breath. “Wish you didn’t.” He said before returning his attention to his girlfriend. “Don’t worry, I won’t be a burden. I’ll even look after myself.” Yen-Tzu said brightly, casting a radiant smile at Hung-Tou, who returned it with a nod. “You really want to go, huh?” A-Hao asked, despite the obvious. The girls nodded. A-Hao seemed to mull it over another moment. “Alright, just this once. But don’t ask me again.” He warned playfully. The girls nearly danced in their excitement and Jian rose from the bench. “I think I’ll head out too, then. I’ll see you guys later.” She announced as she moved past them. “Be safe.” She called over her shoulder as she made her way to the elevator.

***

Despite knowing that she was with Hung-Tou, A-Chi, and A-Hao, Jian could not shake the feeling of dread that coiled in her belly like a snake. If they were going to an Eagle’s place of business, which they were, there were a variety of things that could go wrong. A-Bao and his cronies could show up for one thing. Lao-Shu had been known to tear up a place for the sheer fun of it, causing trouble that A-Hao and his men would then have to clean up the aftermath of. Her sense of dread had her making mistakes on pieces she had previously mastered, and even her tutor had noticed. She claimed to have a headache and requested to cut this week’s class short so she could rest. Her instructor agreed, having seen how increasingly pale Jian had been getting. 

No sooner did she set her keys down and start unbuttoning her riding coat did her phone start ringing. “Hsiao Jian, can you meet me outside your apartment? I’m about 10 minutes away.” Shan-tzu’s voice shook, and while she could hear the bike’s engine in the background, she knew that this tremor in his voice was from more than just riding. “Of course, has something happened?” Her heart dropped into her shoes. Maybe he wanted to scold her for teaching Hsaio Yen-Tzu how to defend herself. Perhaps Yu Hao was angry at her. She shivered. She did not like the idea of being on the wrong end of that man’s temper. There was a pause, a hesitation. It immediately set her on edge. “I’ll explain when I get there.” He said finally.

He pulled up in front of her building exactly 10 minutes later. He didn’t get off the bike, which she found odd, but turned his head to face the entrance. She came down the stairs quickly. His eyes behind the visor were dark, storm clouds gathering in their depths. Something was very, very wrong, and her heart once again stuttered in her chest. She climbed on behind him, locking her arms around his waist as she always did. As she laid her cheek against his back, she could feel his heart hammering like a drum, its cadence slightly erratic and heavy. She tightened her arms around him. He laid gentle, but cold fingers across hers, his hand trembling. They stayed that way for another few moments, and he sighed, taking a deep breath. “Thank you Jian. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been here.” He said quietly, lifting her hand to his lips and kissed it gently. She nuzzled her cheek against his back. “I will always be here. No matter what.” She replied. He sighed again. “Yu Hao has taken things too far this time.” He growled. 

“What do you mean?” She asked hesitantly, as if afraid of the answer. “He hit Hsaio Yen-Tzu. After a big fight at the Karaoke. It’s bad enough she was injured in that fight, but then he hauled off and slapped her across the face!” He shook with the force of his fury, and she trembled herself with the need to avenge her friend. “What happened then?” She asked quietly, fighting to keep the malice out of her voice. “I left. I couldn’t stay without doing something I would have regretted.” She understood. “And Yen-Tzu?” He hesitated. “With Hung-Tou and Hu. They took her to the hospital as she was bleeding pretty badly.” Jian placed a gentle kiss between his shoulder blades. He shivered with the contact. While Shan-tzu appeared to be calmer, she knew that the storm was roiling just a moment away. “Let’s go home then. Back to your apartment. I’m sure Yen-Tzu, Hu, and Hung-Tou are just fine. Hung-Tou and my sister will protect Yen-Tzu. We can deal with Yu Hao after you have both cooled off and can speak with civility.” Shan-Tzu shook his head. “I can’t go home. I’ll think about it too much and I won’t be able to let things go.” She kissed him again. “Then let’s go out. A bar, the park, wherever you want to go.” He nodded slowly. “I could use a drink.” He remarked before firing up the engine once more. 

The music at the bar thumped steadily like a disembodied heart. Shan-Tzu threw back his fourth shot, and Jian had half a mind to tell him that he had had enough, that they should go home. She jumped as the bar phone rang. “Mr. Shan-Tzu, it’s Mr. A-Chi. He says he has something important to tell you.” Shan-Tzu barely looked up at the man. “Tell him I am not in the mood.” He said flatly. The bartender didn’t move. “He said it was about Hsiao Yen-Tzu.” That was all it took. Jian’s body went rigid, every nerve on edge. “What could that be?” Shan-Tzu’s voice was bitter and frosty, but his eyes widened a second later and he all but threw the phone onto the bar. “Jian, we have to go! Yen-tzu, Hu and Hung-tou are in danger!” He bellowed as he sprinted for the exit. She spared not a thought as she too leapt off the barstool, keeping pace as he raced out the door. 

They rode like the very devil was chasing them, and in a way, she guessed it was. She could feel Shan-Tzu’s anxiety as he dialed Yen-tzu’s cell phone. “Hsiao Yen-tzu, where are you?” His voice was as tense as his spine. Jian’s heart leapt. She had answered. “Alright, I will meet you there, hide and wait for me.” He was yelling above the sound of the engine and wind. He stiffened a moment later. “COME AT ME IF YOU’RE A REAL MAN, BUT LEAVE Hsiao YEN-TZU ALONE!” He howled into the receiver. Jian’s heart dropped a few seconds later as a peeling scream could be heard from the earpiece. She knew at once it was Yen-tzu’s. Her thoughts were confirmed as Shan-tzu yelled the girl’s name, his voice breaking with fury and anguish. She began to pray then, begging the gods that they weren’t too late.

Shan-Tzu braked hard as they reached a construction site, and Jian was grateful she had the presence of mind to wear her boots. Shan-tzu barely put the bike in park before he had his feet under him and was running. Jian followed suit. As they rounded the first corner, a man came sauntering out of the darkness, stopping short as they ran past. Jian turned to see him bolt from the site as if hell itself were nipping at his heels. “Hsiao Yen-tzu! Hsiao Yen-tzu!” Shan-Tzu called as he searched for her. He called a third time, but this one was cut short. Jian was only a few paces behind him when she stopped dead, her eyes widening. Yen-Tzu was huddled against a pile of old scaffolding, her clothing askew, her face streaked with tears. A bandage stretched across her forehead, a bloody dot darkening the center of it. Jian’s heart hitched, and she was running again, wrapping her arms around the girl, even as she struggled to turn away. “Leave me alone...please, just leave me alone…” Yen-Tzu whimpered. Shan-tzu shrugged off his coat, handing it to Jian, careful to keep his eyes averted. “I’m sorry…” He murmured, turning away from them. 

A-Chi, Hu, and Hung-Tou came around the corner, shock and anguish etched onto their faces. “Shan-Tzu! Hsiao Yen-Tzu!” A-Chi’s voice broke as he struggled to hold back tears. Of anger or pain, Jian didn’t know. Hung-tou came to the girls’ side, offering her own arms for comfort, while Hu hung back, recognizing the struggle of another victim like herself. “Hsiao Yen-Tzu! How did it end up like this? How?” Hung-tou’s voice was hoarse, as if she too, struggled to keep her emotions at bay. Jian recognized the need to stay calm despite the storm raging around them. 

Yen-Tzu struggled to breathe past her sobs. “Hung-tou…” She cried quietly, snuggling into the other girl’s chest. Jian released her, stroking her hair softly. Hu joined them then, her own amber eyes a storm of shock and anger. "MeiMei Yenna..." She whimpered, her eyes glassing over with her own tears. A-Chi bellowed out his anger. “SON OF A BITCH!!!!” The echo clapped back and forth. Jian fixed Shan-Tzu with a stare that would have detonated any other man, her gaze molten amber in her fury. Shan-tzu stood rigid, his shoulders a firm line. “A-Chi...Take care of them…” She heard him murmur before he ran off into the darkness. Jian was about to call after him when Yen-tzu interrupted her. “A-Chi, where is Yu Hao?” She asked quietly, finally having a slight hold on her emotions. A-Chi was not so calm. “A-Hao is so drunk, he passed out.” He growled, then sniffed, hard. “But don’t worry, when he wakes up...when A-Hao wakes up, we will--” Yen-Tzu cut him off with a cry. “NO! Don’t tell him! You know what kind of person he is. If he finds out, it will break him. I couldn’t bear it if something happened to him too. We can’t tell him...Act like, act like nothing happened.” She begged.

“I can’t!” A-Chi cried, his emotions streaking down his face in silver tears. “I can’t let those bastards get away with this!” Yen-Tzu fixed him with tearful eyes that matched his. “A-Chi...In this world, it doesn’t matter who you are, when you take the leap into the Underworld, you have to be prepared to crash at the bottom. There are no exceptions. Even for a bosses’ girl. Promise me. Don’t make me feel even more embarrassed…promise me.” She pleaded. A-Chi hesitated. Yen-Tzu turned to Hung-tou. “You too. Promise me.” Hung-tou nodded slowly. A-Chi glanced away, but agreed. Finally, Yen-tzu’s soft, kind eyes found Jian’s. It was then Jian realized the depth of Yen-tzu’s strength. She could not refuse her despite the wild protests of her heart. “Please Jian, Hu, please don’t tell A-Hao.” Jian nodded, swallowing hard. “I have to go after Shan-Tzu before he does something he will regret. Hung-Tou, Hu, take care of her. I’ll meet you at the apartment.” Hu nodded, but said nothing, not trusting her voice, and Hung-tou held Yen-tzu closer. Jian was off like an arrow, her bootfalls echoing like gunfire on the pavement.

It wasn’t difficult to find him. The screams told her all she needed to know. Despite the sounds as a warning, what she found was what sent her heart plummeting to the concrete. Shan-Tzu stood over the body of the thug they had passed in the construction site. The man’s body was a mass of bloody gouges and deep slashes, the splattered machete laying not a few feet away. The thug shook a few more times before he fell still, never to move again. Shan-Tzu was as spattered as the blade, and while he looked magnificent wearing their enemy’s blood like war paint, the sight had her heart hammering with dread. 

“Shan-Tzu, what have you…” She paused, as he didn’t seem to be listening to her. He picked up a camera, ripping the film right out of it with a furious cry. She took a step back. She had never seen him this way, and if she were being honest, it scared her. Not for his fierceness, but for what it represented. He took the thug’s cell phone, dialing the last dialed number. “A-Pao, so you are behind this…” He growled, his obsidian eyes sharper than splintered glass. “I’m warning you now...If anything is said about tonight’s incident, I’ll tell Mr. Hsiung everything about you and Sister Rose. Don’t think that no one knows your secret. Because I have been watching you...very, very closely. And I have quite a few photos of you and Mrs. Hsiung. What do you think Mr. Hsiung will do to you if he sees them?” There was a pause. “Fine, don’t believe it. That is up to you. Because I swear to you that all the brothers will be enjoying the show in 1 hour should you start running your mouth.” Shan-tzu hung up, sinking down onto a bench heavily. It was as if all the fight just abandoned him. Jian felt rooted to the spot. She had never seen this side of him. He was always so level-headed, so calm and collected. Not this time. But as frightened for him as she was, he needed to listen to her. She sank to her knees before him, taking his bloodied hands in hers. “Shan-Tzu. You need to get out of here. Run. I can get in touch with you when all this dies down. For once, think of yourself.” She begged. His eyes were blank as he gazed at her. “No Jian, I cannot do that. I killed a man. It's different than a gang kill. This was one on one. I can’t run. What kind of man would that make me if I did?" She couldn't answer him, her heart aching. She knew he was right, and no amount of begging was going to change his mind. "I have to face this. Because a coward is not the kind of man you deserve.” Her eyes snapped to his, tears burning at the edges. “Don’t…please don't make this about me. I want you to run.” His obsidian gaze locked with hers, such warmth and love simmering in their depths. His expression looked so out of place with the thug’s blood splattered across his nose. Still, she couldn’t argue with him when he looked at her like that. She sighed heavily. “You are the bravest, most selfless idiot I have ever met.” She whispered. She stretched up to kiss him deeply. “And I love you.” She added as she pressed her forehead to his. 

Jian’s tension had all but melted away as she and Shan-Tzu pulled up to his apartment. This time, she had not put on his jacket, though the beautiful Tung hair pins were safely tucked back in their box in Shan-Tzu’s pocket. Her hair was wind-blown and wild, her face flushed. To Shan-Tzu, she looked even more beautiful than when her hair had been neat. He loved the haphazard waves, the bright sparkle of excitement in her eyes. He couldn’t resist pulling her in for a kiss, a bare brushing of lips before he let her go. “Let’s get that lipstick off you…” There was a purr to his voice that shot straight to her toes. 

She followed him upstairs, her heart hammering the entire way. It wasn’t fear that set her nerves on fire, but anticipation. No sooner did he close the door behind them did he have her in his arms, his lips molding possessively over hers, his fingers coiled in her hair. Her hands instinctively linked together around his neck as she slanted her mouth under his. Her bruises, Mr. Hsiung, and even her sister were pushed from her mind. He kissed away her lipstick, his grip in her hair tightening. His aggressive passion had a gasp escaping her, pulse hammering even harder. Too soon, he pulled away. 

“I’m sorry we didn’t get to dance at the party…” He murmured. She smiled. “The night is still young…” She reminded him playfully. He returned her smile, the dimples she loved so much winking at her from the dips of his cheeks. He stepped away from her, gripping her hand gently. His gesture was so unexpected, that she didn’t even feel the twinge of pain in her wrist. He bowed. “May I have this dance?” He asked, his dimples deepening. Her smile only grew. “But of course.” She replied. 

He swept her up into his arms once more, holding her to him as he spun her around the kitchen. He buried his face in her neck, humming a tune as they danced. He peppered kisses against her skin between the dips of the tune, making her shiver, goosebumps spreading over her. She laced one slender hand into his hair, surrendering completely to his gentle direction, moving effortlessly along with him. “You certainly live up to your name, Tiaowu. You are an exquisite dancer.” He murmured. Her blush deepened. “It’s easy with such an easygoing partner.” She admitted. She didn’t know how long they danced, but it mattered little to her. She would have gladly danced in his arms for hours if her legs would have let her. Finally, he led her to the couch, where she kicked off her heels. He pulled her into his lap, resuming his kisses on her neck. “Did I tell you how absolutely beautiful you look tonight?” He asked between kisses. She nodded. “Yes, but I wouldn’t mind hearing it again.” She replied breathlessly. If he kept this up, she’d be putty in his hands. “You are the most exquisite creature I have ever laid eyes on.” He whispered, a quiet intensity in his eyes that stole her breath away. 

“I love you, Shan-Tzu.” She didn't know where the words had come from, but as soon as she said them, she wouldn't have taken them back even if she could have. His eyes found hers, sparkling like polished onyx. “Hsiao Jian, I love my brothers, and Hsiao Yen-Tzu, my parents. But it wasn't until I met you that I realized how deep my love for another person could go. I thank the gods in every possible way that I had the audacity to follow you home that day.” Color crested his cheeks, and she couldn't hold back her laugh. “It was quite audacious of you.” She agreed. Then she leaned in and kissed him. “But for the record, I’m grateful too. Because of you, I’ve learned that not only is love attainable, but with a little faith, anything is possible.” He kissed her again, taking her hand. She couldn't help the hiss of pain that escaped between her lips. He pulled away immediately. 

“What’s wrong?” Concern edged his tone like a ka-bar. She winced, drawing her hand from his. “I had a mishap with the sink in the bathroom.” She said. It wasn't a lie, per se, just not the whole truth. He inspected her wrist, carefully turning it over. She winced again, biting her lip to keep from making a sound. “Why didn’t you say anything? We could have iced this down.” His tone was soft, but scolding. She smiled and shrugged one shoulder. “It isn’t serious. And I was too focused on dancing with you. Besides, it’s not like I need that hand for throwing or anything.” She replied playfully, her eyes twinkling like stars. He shook his head, the corners of his lips lifting in a lopsided smile. “Now how could I ever be angry at that face?” He teased. She returned his smile, lifting her chin slightly. “You can’t, it's a physical impossibility.” She replied. He leaned in and kissed her, softer this time, lacing his fingers into her good ones. His thumb traced little figure eights on the back of her hand. She lay her head on his shoulder, overjoyed to just be with him. “Shan-Tzu?” She whispered. “Hmm?” Came his equally quiet response. “Can I stay the night?” She asked the question quietly, as if fearing rejection. Shan-Tzu smiled. “I thought you’d never ask.” 

***

The weeks that followed were among the happiest of Jian’s life. She and Shan-Tzu spent nearly every moment they could together, nearly every night in each other’s arms. He encouraged her to pick up the violin again, and she found that with a little practice, she might even be as good as she once was. Maybe even good enough to teach. Shan-Tzu took her on dates, to dinner, to art galleries and museums. Took her shopping, to which he stocked her entire wardrobe. Now she could wear more than the oversized shirts and tights she practically lived in. She was his own personal model, each outfit more beautiful than the last. He took her to places as diverse as her library, marveling at her variety of interests as each new place lit her face with excitement. He relished that brightness, the unbridled joy she radiated. It was as if she were seeing the world for the first time all over again, and he loved that he got to be a part of it. 

He introduced her to Hung-Tou, A-Chi’s girlfriend, and Jian found that while she was abrasive at first, Hung-Tou warmed up quickly and within only a handful of days was calling Jian her sister. In the span of only a few weeks, she had gained more family than she had had her whole life beforehand. 

“Jian, I know you met her at Mr. Hsiung’s wine party, but this is Hu, our little sister.” Shan-Tzu slung his arm around Hu’s shoulders, and the action was so natural, Jian’s heart clenched painfully. She wasn't sure if it was jealousy of Shan-Tzu having known her own sister longer than she had, or of Hu, for having known Shan-Tzu. With effort, she suppressed her jealousy and smiled. “Pleasure to see you again, Hu.” She kept her voice as formal as the situation allowed, and was surprised to see a little sadness in her sister’s eyes. Hadn’t she been the one to request that their connection remain hidden? So why was she so sad now? Jian didn't dare ask. 

She was saved from further conversation as Yen-Tzu announced that dinner was ready. They gathered around the table, chattering and praising Yen-Tzu’s cooking. A-Hao teased that it was much improved from those first few weeks they had lived together. That earned him a stern look from Yen-Tzu, and the entire table erupted in laughter. Jian hadn't smiled so much in her entire existence. It felt good. Hu rose, helping Yen-Tzu gather up plates. Jian and Shan-Tzu followed suit, helping to carry the various platters into the kitchen. 

“MeiMei Yenna, that really was delicious. I can’t remember the last time I had a home-cooked meal.” Jian said quietly, setting her platters down gently and hunting for a storage container. Yen-Tzu blushed. “Thank you, Jian.” She replied. “I didn’t do a lot of cooking as it wasn’t practical for me to cook for only myself. Though, I wouldn’t mind trying my hand at it.” Yen-Tzu smiled. “You are welcome to come cook in my kitchen anytime, we can even do it together!” Jian positively beamed. Family. She decided. She, like her sister had years before, found her family. And this time, she intended to keep them. 

Yen-Tzu had stepped out for a second round of platters when Hu came into the kitchen. Jian smiled, holding out a hand to take the platter her sister carried. Hu returned her smile, but when she went to reach the platter to Jian, she slipped. Jian reached for her, catching both her and the platter before they could crash to the floor. “Careful there, Little Stripe.” She said with a smile. The use of her sister’s nickname was so natural, she didn’t even think about it. “How do you know that name?” Shan-Tzu asked from the doorway. Jian froze, realizing her mistake a little too late. Hu’s wide eyes found hers and together, they looked up at Shan-Tzu. He shook his head. “I should have known. Same colored eyes, mannerisms. Hu is your little sister, isn’t she?” He didn’t say it with malice, but thinly veiled disappointment. Jian helped her sister stand, her gaze slipping from his. Her silence was all the answer he needed. “How long have you known?” He asked. Jian sighed. “Since the wine party.” She replied. 

“Don’t be mad at her Zhu-Zhu, she did it for me.” Her sister jumped in, reaching beseechingly for him, and he softened. “I’m not angry, Little Stripe, I’m more disappointed in myself for not seeing it sooner. Looking at the pair of you together, there is no mistaking it.” He explained. He wrapped his arm around Hu’s shoulder once more, his eyes finding Jian’s. “You know you can trust us, right? We’re family now, and family protects their own.” He said pointedly. Jian nodded. 

“Did you guys get lost?” Yen-Tzu asked as she poked her head back into the kitchen. Shan-Tzu shook his head again, a smile spreading over his face. “No, but we have made a discovery.” Yen-Tzu cocked her head in confusion. “What kind of discovery?” She asked. “We’ll explain in a moment.” Jian answered, motioning for Yen-Tzu to go back onto the balcony, following after her, Shan-Tzu and Hu bringing up the rear. 

“We have news.” Jian announced as they approached the table. All eyes turned to them as Yen-Tzu sat down. Jian hesitated. Nearly all the secrets of her life were coming to light, and she didn’t know if she should be elated, or terrified. A-Chi smirked. “That was fast.” He stared pointedly at Shan-Tzu, and Jian couldn’t help the scarlet that danced across her cheeks. Hu puffed out a breath. “It’s about me, dumbass.” She hissed. A-Chi’s expression crumbled into shock. “He got you too!!! And they say I’m the womanizer!” Shan-Tzu rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “A-Chi!” Hu warned, then turned her attention to the rest of the table. “No, the news is, after many years of searching, and nearly giving up, I have found my big sister.” Hu said happily, wrapping her free arm around the former assassin, sandwiching herself between Shan-Tzu and Jian.

They drew to a stop outside of headquarters, the lights on the top floor blazing to life. They could almost hear the music beating against the tempered glass of the ‘penthouse’. Jian shivered. This was the first time she had been back since Zhao’s ‘death’. It seemed unsettling to be there without her riding suit and mask. Still, when Shan-Tzu smiled at her, she relaxed, trusting in his confidence, trusting him. He helped her out of his suit jacket, which he slung over her arm, pulling out the pins. He affixed them in her hair with a skill that surprised her, and she had to bite her tongue not to tease him about it. She loved them, and as they caught the light of the streetlamps, they glistened with rainbow brilliance. “These are exquisite.” She murmured, smiling at him. His own smile broadened. “They pale in comparison to you.” He replied, touching another feather-light kiss to her lips. “You are going to kiss all my lipstick off.” She complained, giggling. He fought the urge to kiss her again. “Later, when we are alone…” He promised. There was a growl to his voice that skittered down her spine and curled her toes. “Oh, I look forward to it…” She rose to his challenge without batting an eye. He cleared his throat, swallowing hard. “Somehow I feel like you cheat…” He whined softly. She bat her mascaraed eyelashes. “Cheat, me? Never.” She giggled. He held out his arm for her, his heart pounding as she linked her own in the crook of his elbow. 

He led her into the building, to the elevator. He could feel her nerves skyrocket, her body coiling against him. He placed a gentle kiss to her earlobe. “If at any point you feel uncomfortable, let me know. We will leave immediately.” He whispered. She nodded, but that was all the response he received. 

Jian forced calm into her limbs, willing her muscles to relax. She had the sense of impending dread settling in the pit of her stomach, as if she were standing on the precipice of some great chasm, some yawning maw of black that threatened to swallow her whole. The only thing keeping her grounded was the feel of Shan-Tzu’s arm through hers, his warmth soaking into her as their shoulders brushed. People mingled in clusters around the room, drinks and cigars in hand, music thumping like a disembodied heart in the background. The music seemed muted in here, as if the rumbling conversations somehow eclipsed it. A flash of tawny blonde caught her attention. “Hey Zhu-Zhu, who’s your girl?” The voice was hauntingly familiar, and as Jian took in the petite girl standing before them,  before she could even crack a smile over the endearing nickname, Jian’s heart stuttered to a stop in her chest. The girl locked gazes with her, tiger eyes mirroring her own. Shock ricocheted down her spine, her entire body going rigid. Shan-Tzu glanced at her briefly, and in her peripherals she could see concern etched into every line of his face. But then his features split into a handsome smile, and he squeezed her a little closer. “This is Tiaowu. My date. Tiaowu, may I introduce Hu, A-Hao’s little sister.” Hu bowed slightly. “A pleasure.” She reached for Jian’s hand, and Jian grasped it gently, gingerly, as if she were afraid the girl before her would shatter. 

So many emotions sliced through her at once: pain, fear, anger, and longing. Most of all, longing, warring for dominance in her heart. She managed a small smile, a simple curve of her crimson lips, the light of which did not meet her eyes. Flashbacks of a chubby tow-headed child and sparkling amber eyes nearly split her heart in two. She swallowed hard. Shan-Tzu’s gaze flitted between the girls, as if he were watching a table tennis match. Jian gained some control over her rampaging emotions long enough to cast her half-lit smile in his direction. “Shan-Tzu, could you point me in the direction of the little girl’s room?” She knew that she was just playing a part at this point, knowing full well where all of the facilities in the building were. She felt as if the very walls were closing in on her, her heart nearly pounding out of her chest. “I’ll show you…” Hu piped up, and it took all Jian’s strength not to groan out loud. She needed some time to herself, some air, some...distance. Nevertheless, she bowed her head slightly, not trusting her voice. 

Hu led her through a series of hallways, Jian’s gaze glued to the worn carpet to keep from giving herself away. She could almost feel the green bleed from their depths. She had spent so much of her life keeping her identity ambiguous, that she was reluctant to share everything now. And Hu...there was so much she wanted to tell her, to pull the girl into her arms and never let her go. But even the spark of recognition she glimpsed in her sister’s eyes was not enough for her to reveal herself…not yet. “Thank you.” She managed as she brushed past her guide, disappearing beyond the heavy wooden door. She stalked to the largest stall, nearly slamming it in her haste. “You fool!” She snarled at her dolled up reflection. “All that work, all that blood on your hands and for what?! Nothing. A big heaping pile of rotting nothing!” She slammed her fist down on the ceramic sink, nearly breaking off the corner of it. There was an audible crack that Jian, in her rage, did not feel. But the sound carried clear as a bell outside the door. 

Tears burned at the edges of Jian’s vision, but she pushed them down angrily. It was so obvious now, the rat bragging about how he “declawed the tiger”. Her intuition had been right. That weasel of a man had held her sister down and….She shivered, the very thought causing her gut to squirm with nausea. “You promised me that no harm would come to her. You swore that if I became the Eagle’s Talon, she would be safe. You lied!”  She hissed, her voice a dangerous growl. “Lao-Shu, if it is the last thing I do, I swear I will kill you. For my sister’s sake.” Her voice shook from the force of the vow. For several more moments, all she could do was breathe, pushing her anger back into its cage, willing her gaze to smolder into normalcy. She ran her wrist under the cold water, its surface already mottled with the deep purple of bruises. It throbbed, matching the angry cadence of her pulse. She smirked mirthlessly. “Brilliant Jian, just brilliant. Injure your throwing hand. Lovely.” She shook her head, squaring her shoulders and exiting the stall. She froze as she saw Hu standing by the door, panic skittering down her spine. How much had she heard? 

“So you know...what he did to me. I thought I had recognized your eyes, your name...I thought you had abandoned me all those years ago…” Hu’s eyes turned to the deepest shade of green as tears welled in them, all traces of amber fire gone from their depths. Before Jian could say anything, Hu continued. “You took so long to come back, I hid under my little bridge. It was getting dark and I was so scared. Yuoh and Ama Yu found me, took me in, cared for me.” Pain and jealousy speared Jian’s chest in equal measure, lancing her heart, sharper than any of her throwing needles. Her soul ached with the knowledge that someone else was there for her as she was growing up, when it should have been Jian. Someone else watched her reach those milestones and was proud of her. She fought the urge to embrace her sister, to wrap her arms around her. She felt that the comfort of her hand would neither be wanted, nor welcomed. “I would never have abandoned you. I had to go further into the city than I was used to and got lost. When I found my way back, you were gone. I thought something had happened to you. I searched for weeks, but I couldn’t find you.” Her voice broke and she fell into silence. “When I did find you again, you had grown up and found a family of your own. I couldn’t bring myself to upset the happiness you had found. So I only watched you from a distance. But I never abandoned you, Little Stripe.”

Hu sobbed once before launching herself at her sister, Jian’s arms going around her as naturally as breathing. In her haste, Hu’s dress tore at the hip where the split was, but Hu didn’t seem to pay it any attention. Hu buried her face in Jian’s neck, her entire frame shuddering as she cried. “I’ve missed you so much MeiMei.” Jian curled around her sister, cradling her like she did when she was a child. “I cannot tell you how much I have missed you Hu. Watching you, unable to be there for you was torture.” Hu managed to get a hold of her sobbing and stepped back a little, not enough to pull from Jian’s arms, but enough to look her in the eye. “Please don’t tell the others. I don’t want them to overreact.” She didn’t specify to what she had meant, the fact that they were sisters, or the assault, but Jian nodded anyway. If anyone found out that Jian was the Talon, and Hu was her sister…Jian shuddered. She could not put her sister’s life in any more danger. Not when she had worked so hard to keep her safe. “Don’t worry, Little Stripe, I won’t tell. Cross my heart.” The nickname felt natural on her tongue and she ran her fingers through her sister’s tawny mane, relaxing for the first time in years. “Tell me, MeiMei, why are you even here?” Jian asked quietly, refusing to relinquish her hold on her sister yet. 

“Actually, funny you should ask. I joined up when Zhu--I mean, Shan-Tzu did.” Jian almost burst out laughing, not because her sister had joined the very triad that she just ‘killed’ herself to escape, but because of the nickname she had given Shan-Tzu. The name made her think of those little propelled hamsters that she had seen an advertisement for a few years back. Which in turn made her picture a Shan-Tzu-esque hamster with dimples. “They have me doing odd jobs like filing and helping straighten up after parties. It’s a pretty good gig. I’m saving up to buy a house and maybe even someday going to college in America.” The hope in her voice squeezed Jian’s heart painfully. “Hu, this is no place for an underage girl. I understand the need to be around the family you have made for yourself but…” She trailed off, guilt holding her tongue. Her sister’s eyes slid to the floor. “I have my own reasons for joining.” She said, but didn’t elaborate. Jian softened. “I know I have no right to tell you how to live your life. I lost that privilege when I lost you all those years ago. But, I am not comfortable with this. It’s easy to join up. Not so easy getting back out. I cannot in good conscience leave you here. No matter how ‘safe’ the job may seem. These people will manipulate and use you. Trust me.” She tried to keep the sadness from her voice, switching gears and changing the subject. “We had better get back before Shan-Tzu thinks we were kidnapped.” She remarked, trying to keep her tone light.     

Hu managed a smile, mimicking her sister’s attempt to lighten the mood. She led her sister back down the hall the way that they had come. 

“What took you ladies so long?” Shan-Tzu teased lightly, glancing between the two girls as if trying to assess the situation. His gaze landed on the rip in Hu’s dress, concern instantly flitting across his features. “What happened to your skirt Xiao Mao?” He asked, gesturing. She laughed it off. “I was trying to use the restroom without having to completely take my dress off, and well, I slipped.” She replied, a blush dancing across her cheeks. 

Jian pasted a smile on her face and nodded. “It is just a small tear, easily fixed.” She laughed, placing her own hand at the small of her back, hiding the darkening bruise. “Did we miss anything?” She asked quietly, glancing almost nervously around the room. Shan-Tzu shook his head. “No. I just had to cover for my brothers. It seems that they find themselves...indisposed.” He smiled knowingly, and Jian blushed, unable to hide her smile. His dimples, and his playful tone, positively melted her. “Ah, so it seems that you have two dates for this evening then.” She remarked, gesturing to her sister. 

Hu smiled slyly, casting knowing eyes at Shan-Tzu, whose return glare silenced her teasing thoughts. “Nah. I am here on my own. I won’t be your third wheel. Besides, I came without a plus one so I could mingle with everyone. You love birds enjoy the party.” She stuck her tongue out at them teasingly, like a child and turned on her heel, disappearing into the crowd. 

Jian watched her go, remembering her promise and fighting the urge to call after her. It stressed her out to know that her baby sister had fallen into the exact crowd Jian had to fake her own death to escape. But she also knew that she didn’t have any right to make objections when she had not been able to be a part of her life since they were children. That didn’t halt the mounting anxiety in Jian’s chest. She swallowed hard. “She seems sweet. How do you know her, Shan-Tzu?” She asked, leaning against him. He smiled at the contact, not knowing that she struggled for the appearance of calm. 

“We met years ago. A-Hao found her under a cobblestone bridge near the village and she was all alone. Grandma Yu took her in. She kept raving about finding her sister, but we never could. I guess after a while she just kinda gave up on it.” Jian bit the inside of her cheek to keep from replying. “Come to think of it…” He caught her gaze, a flash of suspicion in those obsidian depths. “You and her have startlingly similar eye colors. Any chance there is a relation?” Fear skittered up her spine, and she held his gaze, forcing her face into a neutral mask. “Not that I am aware of.” He eyed her a moment longer before shrugging. “I did run into Mr. Hsiung. He is quite interested in meeting you. Shall we go reacquaint you with the kingpin of the Eagle Gang?” His tone was teasing, but the hardness of his gaze sent a shiver down her spine. She knew that this was going to be the real test. If Mr. Hsiung didn’t recognize her, then she was free. If he did...well, she didn’t want to think about that. 

Shan-Tzu led her down another hall and into the main ballroom, which was decorated with softly flickering Christmas lights and candles on a few scattered tables. Mr. Hsiung was laughing amongst a group of branch leaders, surrounded by his usual cloud of cigar smoke. Jian leveled her breathing, making it as shallow as possible. Shan-Tzu’s grip on her sore hand tightened as they approached the kingpin. “Mr. Hsiung. I would like to introduce Tiaowu, the woman I was telling you about.” Shan-Tzu’s voice was lighter than she had expected, no trace of strain to his words. Mr. Hsiung’s sharp, beady eyes raked down her form and she fought to keep from squirming. Revulsion and panic bubbled up in her belly and she took a deep breath, swallowing bile. 

“A pleasure, Ms. Tiaowu. I will admit I was beginning to question your existence. Our Shan-Tzu had us worried for a while there. But, I am pleased to see that all is right with the world.” She managed a weak smile, tilting her head to hide the fact it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I promise you I am very real. I count my blessings every day that the gods felt me worthy enough to send someone like Shan-Tzu my way. I am sure he is an asset to your company.” She nestled her head in the crook of Shan-Tzu’s shoulder. Mr. Hsiung’s smile did not fade. “Trust me dear, he is the fortunate one.” Jian allowed her smile to broaden slightly, as if they had shared a joke, but she didn’t comment. She could feel Shan-Tzu stiffen, nuzzling him gently before tilting her eyes up to his. “Shan-Tzu, I am a little thirsty. Could you please bring me a drink?” Her eyes begged him to go, to remove himself from this situation before things escalated. He was known to have the patience of a saint, but even saints could be driven to a breaking point. He nodded stiffly, extracted his arm from her grasp and disappeared into the crowd. She watched him go, fighting every urge to wipe the smirk from Mr. Hsiung’s face. 

“So, Ms. Tiaowu, would you consider a position at my firm? I always have room for sharp-tongued women who aren’t afraid to show a little backbone.” His voice was cloyingly sweet, and it made her nausea worse. “Me? Oh no, I am just a humble violin player.” She batted her eyelashes softly, eyes downcast. “Thank you for the offer however.” She added, smiling. Mr. Hsiung bowed his head. “The offer stands. Should you find yourself in need of employment.” His tone was that of a hunter that was sure of his prey. That tone spoke of conquering at all costs. She shivered. 

Shan-Tzu saved her from further conversation as he returned with her drink, offering it to her with a smile. She returned it, feeling more relaxed for his presence. “If you will excuse us, Mr. Hsiung, there are other members I would like to introduce my girl to.” Mr. Hsiung nodded, not taking his eyes off Jian. “Remember Ms. Tiaowu, my offer still stands. Just think about it.” There was a hunger in his eyes that caused hate to bubble up in her throat, causing her next words to scorch her tongue. “I will think about it. Thank you.” It wasn’t until they were across the room that she released the breath of anger that she hadn’t realized that she had been holding.

“Are you alright?” There was an edge of concern to Shan-Tzu’s voice that suggested that he would happily march himself back across the room and remove the cause of her anxiety from existence. She nodded. “I am fine. That man makes me extremely uncomfortable. I didn’t realize that until now. Now that I no longer have the protection of my mask.” She shook her head, her expression that of pure disgust. “Do you want to leave?” He asked, pulling her into a hug. She nodded. “This place makes me feel very claustrophobic.” She admitted. He squeezed her lightly before letting her go. “Stay here, I will extend our apologies and we will go.” He smiled at her, his eyes sparkling as he stepped away. 

“Shan-Tzu, you have been awfully quiet the last few days, ever since Uncle Hiu’s party. Did something happen between you and Jian?” A-Chi, as usual, was accidentally perceptive. Shan-Tzu couldn’t help but smile. “You could say that.” He replied. A-Chi gestured for him to elaborate. Shan-Tzu lifted his eyebrows once, suggestively. A-Chi’s eyes widened. “You didn’t!” He exclaimed. Shan-Tzu nodded. “I did. Or rather, we did.” A-Chi clapped him on the shoulder. “Score! Tell me her body is as gorgeous as I’m thinking it is!” His brother begged, pressing his palms together in a pleading motion. Shan-Tzu’s smile would not fade. “I am under no obligation to describe to you any of Hsiao Jian’s features.” A-Chi frowned. “Stingy.” He complained, but immediately switched gears. “So are the two of you going steady?” He asked, always eager for more. Shan-Tzu shrugged. “I don’t know honestly. I would like to think so, I mean, she is my date to Mr. Hsiung’s wine party, but I suppose we will just have to see where it leads.” He admitted. A-Chi groaned. “You and A-Hao are just the same. Declare your feelings, otherwise, someone else might snatch her up.”  He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at him. Shan-Tzu glared. A-Chi laughed then shrugged, turning his attention to the full length mirrors, admiring his new suit. Shan-Tzu fidgeted with his. “If it weren’t for Hsiao Jian’s gown, I would be thoroughly against this monkey costume. I mean, it’s just a dinner party.” A-Chi clicked his tongue at him. 

“Mr. Li told us that we have to dress in style. We will not only show that we respect Mr. Hsiung, but that we have our own names to put out there. Mr. Hsiung said he was inviting some of the most powerful leaders.” A-Chi seemed to be right at home in the off-white suit he had picked out. Shan-Tzu had to admit that the cut suited him, though he did not share his brother’s enthusiasm about the party. “I didn’t know that was your goal. I just don’t understand why we have to be so formal.” Shan-Tzu complained. “Besides, where is A-Hao?” He asked, glancing around. 

A-Chi jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “He is sitting outside, I don’t know what he is doing.'' Shan-Tzu stepped past him, out of the dressing room lobby and into the main store. A-Hao was sitting on a bench by the window, his head leaned back, a faraway expression on his face. “He doesn’t seem to care much about this at all. When we got here he just asked them to pack up his suits without even trying them on.” A-Chi shook his head. “I just don’t get him.” Shan-Tzu shrugged. “I think he is down because of what happened with Uncle Hiu. You know how close they were when A-Hao was growing up.” A-Chi nodded in agreement. “I know. I wish there was some way we could cheer him up some.” He remarked. Shan-Tzu shook his head. 

“Unfortunately, there isn’t. This is something that he and Uncle Hiu are going to have to work out on their own.” He glanced down at his watch. “I have to go. I have to pick up Hsaio Jian.” A-Chi grinned. “Yeah, go pick up your girl. And hey, give her a kiss for me too, eh?” He teased. Shan-Tzu punched his arm gently, scowling. “You are such a…” He struggled with the words. “Handsome gentleman? Princely Knight? Upstanding Citizen?” A-Chi offered. Shan-Tzu shook his head. “I was going to say Womanizer. Rake. Libertine.” He tossed the words at him, knowing full well that A-Chi didn’t understand them like he did. “Whatever. Go pick up your date. I cannot wait to get an eyeful of that dress.” A-Chi teased as Shan-Tzu headed out the door. 

Shan-Tzu pulled up in front of Jian’s apartment, the purr of his bike rumbling into silence. His heart raced, galloping ahead like a herd of wild horses, threatening a swift and messy escape. He climbed the stairs, fiddling with his suit jacket. He could only remember one other time he was this nervous, and it had been before their very first Eagle Gang mission. Ironically, the first time he had met Jian. He knocked gently on her door, taking a deep breath. She opened the door moments later, and his breath caught in his throat. The gown fit her like a second skin, her long cabernet curls braided to the side in elegant loops. She wore little makeup, only light wing eyeliner and deep scarlet lipstick. His jaw dropped open, his eyes widening. “What do you think?” She asked sheepishly, slowly turning so he could see the whole outfit. “You look beautiful. Absolutely stunning.” His voice was soft with the awe that nearly overwhelmed him. She blushed, which only added to her beauty. His eyes swept over her form, glittering beads across her shoulders catching his attention. “What??” He asked, gesturing. She smiled, turning and tilting her shoulder down so that he could see it. “Eagle talons? Aren’t we just baiting trouble?” He asked, an edge of concern to his voice. She shook her head. “I don’t think anyone will be paying that close attention to it, and if they do, I can play it off as a nod to the name of the gang my boyfriend is part of.” She grinned as the term tumbled off her tongue. “Boyfriend? I like how that sounds.” He admitted, pulling her close for a featherlight kiss so that he didn’t smudge her lipstick. He was overjoyed to note that she smelled of Night Blooming Jasmine. “What else would I call you?” She asked, a twinge of hurt in her voice. “I wasn’t going to assume that we were an item. That is something we haven’t discussed.” He said quietly. Her eyes fell. “I was yours the instant we kissed that night. And every moment since.” He wanted to kiss the sadness from her expression, and vowed to do so as soon as she took that lipstick off. “I have something for you.” He murmured, pulling away enough to hand her a small gift box. “What is this? You’ve given me so many things already…” A frown tugged at her crimson lips, but he smiled. “I saw these and thought they would set off your gown beautifully.” She opened the box, a soft sound escaping her throat. Nestled inside were three hair pins, each one adorned with a sculpted Tung blossom, painted with a white iridescent paint that sparkled as they caught the light. 

Shan-tzu woke to find his neck stiff. He sat up, not quite remembering why he was on the couch instead of his own bed. The flushing of the toilet reminded him that he wasn't alone. He stretched, hearing several joints pop back into place, comfort gradually returning to him. Jian turned into the living room, headed for the kitchen. He smiled. "You should be resting. I told you to call me if you needed anything." Her head jerked up, a slight flush coloring her cheeks. His smile broadened. "I didn't mean to startle you." He said quietly, standing. She paused, shaking her head. "I didn't want to wake you. It's bad enough I have stolen your bed." She protested. He stepped close to her, taking her hand. "You cannot steal what is freely given. I feel in some way responsible for your injury. I invited you to dinner after all." She didn't pull away, but glanced down, avoiding his eyes. "It isn't your fault I ran into a bunch of entitled children. Sometimes I wonder if life was better when I was the Talon." Her voice was bitter. He shook his head almost violently. "No, I'm glad we freed you from that prison. Now you are free to reach out to your sister, and no danger will be presented." She smiled. "Maybe one day. But I would like to get myself together before I go looking." He nodded. "Well, you should be resting. Come on, back to bed." She shook her head, frowning. "I cannot stay in bed all day. I have to do something or I will go crazy." He sighed playfully. "Alright, then let's go get you some clean clothes and your shampoo. I don't want to leave you alone until I know you are going to be alright." She pursed her lips. "You know, I did take care of myself for almost seven years before I met you." She said with a note of pride in her voice. He nodded, tugging her hand gently and wrapping his arms around her. "I know you did, but you don't have to do things alone anymore. I want to be there for you." He whispered in her ear. She sank against him, soaking up his warmth, his strength, and his scent that was purely Shan-tzu. "Ok." Was all she could think to say.

***

It was early evening when Shan-tzu pulled up in front of her apartment. This time she insisted on going up and showering. “Jian, will you at least let me walk you up?” He asked quietly. She hesitated, but nodded, butterflies in her stomach. He walked her up the stairs, opening the door for her. She turned to him, biting her lip. It was as if she searched for words to fit the emotion swirling in her eyes. “Shan-Tzu, can I ask you something?” She couldn’t bring herself to look at him. “Anything.” He replied. “During that last mission, did you feel anything when we kissed?” She asked quietly, slowly, as if she was afraid of his answer. He nodded. “Did you?” He asked. She nodded, blushing scarlet. “I’ve never felt that way before. I felt...invincible.” She admitted. He pulled her in close, kissing her forehead. “I don’t know if it means anything, but I have never felt this way about anyone. I mean, we have only really known each other a few weeks and I feel…” He stumbled over his words. She smiled. “Like we have known each other our whole lives.” She finished for him. He smiled down at her. “Exactly.” He released her, but she held onto his hand. “Shan-Tzu, would you....would you stay with me tonight?” Her request seemed to startle him because his eyes widened. “I-I don’t think that is a good idea…you only have a futon.” He seemed to struggle with the denial, his entire body rim-rod straight. She smiled. “I do. But I don't want to be alone anymore. We can share the futon.” He mulled it over a moment, then relented, realizing that he couldn’t refuse her. “Okay, I will stay.” 

She led him into the apartment, promptly disappearing into the bathroom to change. She had abandoned the idea of a shower the moment Shan-Tzu had agreed to stay. “You can make yourself comfy.” She said over her shoulder. He settled down onto the futon, eyeing the stack of books at the head. They were novels. Les Mis, The Art of War, A Tale of Two Cities, Dracula. They were all classics. He respected her even more. She emerged out of the bathroom, tucking her hair back over her shoulder. She smiled as she approached him, settling down on the futon next to him. She winced as her ribs shifted. 

He glanced at her, but didn’t say anything. She could feel him practically vibrate beside her with the need to harm the person that hurt her. She offered him a small smile, but the light of it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

They sat in silence a few more minutes before she turned her gaze to him. "Shan-Tzu, have you ever been with a woman?" She asked the question slowly, her face dancing with a fresh wash of scarlet. He cast a sideways glance at her. "What do you mean? As in, dated a girl?" She shook her head. "I mean, intimately." She stuttered over the last, falling silent. He didn't answer her right away. "I have never been intimate with anyone." He admitted. She leaned against him. "Neither have I. I've spent the last six years in the persona of a man. That kiss was my first." She admitted sheepishly. He grasped her chin gently, lifting her gaze to his. "Mine as well." He said softly, leaning in to brush his lips against hers. Her entire body responded, heat igniting every nerve ending. She shivered, a small sound of pleasure escaping between their lips. He growled softly, kissing her deeper, slanting his lips over hers. He wrapped his arms around her, fists bunching in her oversized t-shirt, dragging her closer. Her breath caught, her fingers lacing into his hair, holding him to her. They tumbled back onto the futon, his body stretched over hers. He released her lips, his own cheeks stained pink. "I'm sorry, I…." He stammered, trying to get off her. She gripped his wrist. "No, don't leave…" She murmured. Her eyes glowed amber, her alabaster skin flushed scarlet, and with her long curls fanned out beneath her, she was breathtaking. "But you’re hurt…" He protested, though it was thin at best. She smiled. "It's just a bruise. I will be fine." She insisted. She tugged at his wrist, pulling him back down to her. He relented, covering her body with his own.

***

The following morning awoke him with the sound of birdsong, only a single shaft of sunlight piercing between the blackout curtains. He found himself tangled in a web of cabernet silk, Jian's face inches from his own. Her head rested on his right arm, his left hand resting on her hip. Her lips were parted slightly, her breath slow and even, her face relaxed as she slept. He smiled. Last night had been one of the best of his life, and seeing her like this, so content and at peace, made his heart yearn for this to be what he woke up to for the rest of his days. She stirred, murmuring his name softly. His smile broadened and he wondered what exactly her dreams contained. Him, obviously. He leaned in and brushed his lips across her temple, murmuring her name right back. Her eyes fluttered, hazel depths catching the light as they opened. "Good Morning, beautiful." He whispered, brushing a few stray hairs back from her face. "Good Morning to you too, Handsome." She giggled. Her skin was still flushed with passion, the heat of which shot through him like a bullet. He leaned over to kiss her, pulling her still naked form against his chest. She squirmed, her hips rocking instinctually, rubbing against him. He growled, his obsidian eyes intense. "You keep that up and we will never leave this bed." He warned. She eyed him, the green bleeding out of her gaze, whiskey fire igniting in its wake. "That sounds like a challenge to me." She purred. 

It was hours later when their bodies finally forced them out of her bed. Ever the gentleman, Shan-Tzu let her use the bathroom first. She stood with more confidence than he had ever seen, and he had been unable to tear his eyes from the swell of her hips, the graceful curve of her legs, her skin dotted with small purple bruises. He smiled knowingly. He hadn’t meant to mark her, but in the heat of the moment… He shivered, taking a deep breath and willing calm into his limbs. Now he understood A-Chi’s devotion to the opposite sex. Just being near them was its own brand of addictive torture. 

Shan-Tzu paced outside the precinct. Back and forth, his nerves strung as tight as violin strings.  Where was she? Anger simmered just underneath the surface. She said she would be here. She promised she wouldn’t be too late. His mind spun. What if something happened to her? His heart argued. Yu Hao was getting into Mr. Hsiung’s car, Yen-Tzu calling after him. He couldn’t let her wander off on her own. He would text Jian later and demand an explanation. With a final glance up and down the street, he loped after Yen-Tzu.

 Jian came barrelling around the corner, eyes snapping amber, her hair wild. She skidded to a stop in front of the station, gasping for breath and doubling over. It was several minutes before she finally straightened, her breathing gradually leveling out. The place seemed to be deserted, the station dark save for one light outside the door. She checked her phone. 7:52PM. She sighed. She was too late. ‘Damn that rat.’ Her thoughts were acid. She pulled out her phone, dialing Shan-Tzu to apologize. Her ribs ached where Lao-Shu had punched her. Doubtless she would have bruised or cracked ribs. The phone didn’t even ring, but went straight to voicemail. Her frown deepened. He must be upset with her. Not that she blamed him. She had to explain. But she didn’t have the first clue where to even begin to look for him. And she didn’t want to go home either. Biting her lip, she stalked down the street.

Morning light came in through the trees with dappled intensity, birdsong a light cadence on the air. She found herself at Yen-Tzu’s apartment, a heavy feeling in her heart. She hadn’t been able to get a hold of Shan-Tzu the entire night, and her imagination was beginning to run away with her. She was about to enter the elevator when it opened, Shan-Tzu coming through the doorway, his hands in the pockets of his coat and a scowl on his face. 

“Shan-Tzu!” She called. He glanced up, his obsidian eyes locking on hers. For a moment, they contained an emotion she couldn’t place, but it was gone before she could analyze it further. “Hsiao Jian! What happened to you!” His voice broke a little as he crossed the space between them. “I’m sorry Shan-Tzu, I ran into some trouble. Some boys from the Eagle Gang thinking they were men. That’s why I was so late last night.” He enveloped her in arms of banded steel. “I was so worried something had happened to you…” He murmured. She gasped sharply as the force of his hug stressed her damaged ribs. He released her immediately, concern etched into every line of his face. “Something did.” His voice was hard with concern. She shook her head, staggering slightly as she tried to step away from him. He reached out to catch her, his arm wrapping around her again. She hissed in pain, sucking in a breath. “Jian….” He pressed, but she waved him off. “Dammit. He may be a weasel, but he hits like a damn hammer. I think he managed to crack a rib.” She wheezed, pulling away from him. “Who did this to you…” He growled, anger flaring. “It doesn’t matter. It isn’t about me. How is Uncle Hiu?” She asked, changing the subject. Shan-Tzu shook his head. 

“Not good. Someone tipped them off that we were involved with Scar’s death. Mr. Hsiung came to bail us out. He knows we are Eagle Gang now.” His voice was so sad, and Jian’s heart squeezed painfully in her chest. “I’m so sorry. I know how important he is to you.” Despite the pain in her ribs, she wrapped her arms around him. He made no move to do the same, his arms hanging by his sides, defeated. “He is like a father to us, and we let him down.” He nuzzled into the crook of her neck, the same place her captor had. She shivered. He pulled away. “Are you alright?” He asked, cupping her chin gently, his thumb brushing over a drying dribble of blood at the corner of her mouth. Her stomach squirmed again and she fought the urge to retch, the metallic taste still clinging to her tongue. 

“I will be. This isn’t my blood.” She said, spitting it onto the ground. He eyed her, his skepticism clear in his eyes. “Let’s get you home. I will look at your ribs.” He said, leading her to his bike. 

She could feel his tension as she settled in behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. She laid her head against his back, feeling his heart pound. He placed a gentle hand over hers a moment, squeezing it lightly before starting the engine. She felt so much better being around him, and even though she was burning with the need for revenge, she could push that to the back burner for now. Shan-Tzu was hurting, she could tell that much, and she wanted to ease that pain.

They arrived at his apartment, and she was reluctant to let go of him. Being this close to him was both soothing and nerve-wracking all at once, and she could feel his pulse as it matched the cadence of her own. She snuggled closer a second before releasing him. “Come upstairs, I want to take a look at your injuries.” He said quietly. She hesitated a moment but nodded, her cheek pressed between his shoulder blades. It was another few seconds before she moved, her body protesting the loss of his warmth against her. He helped her into the elevator, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and holding her against him. She leaned into the curve of his body, goosebumps flaring across her skin. She had never been this close to a man and actually wanted to be there. All her life was spent keeping everyone at a distance, never allowing anyone to see her for who and what she was. Now that she was rediscovering what it meant to be herself, she found that she was much happier with human contact. 

The apartment he led her into was sparsely decorated, but not bare. She knew that if Shan-Tzu’s bank account looked anything like hers, he didn’t hurt for money, but she knew with unspoken certainty that it was easier to live simply when running in the underground than extravagantly and draw unwanted attention to yourself. Knew that as surely as she knew her own name. 

He disappeared into another room, and she could hear the creak of a cabinet door opening. She stood in the middle of the living room, her fingers laced together in front of her, her gaze finding its way out the window. There wasn’t much of a view, just the buildings that were wind worn and dull with age. “Let me take a look at that…” Shan-Tzu said as he reentered the room. His voice made her jump slightly, and she came back to the now. She hesitated, unsure of how to react, having never been so alone and so vulnerable in the presence of a man. Now that she herself wasn’t pretending. He waited patiently for her, not urging or demanding. He stood close enough to touch her, but made no move to do so. He seemed to sense her hesitation, fear causing her limbs to shake. The once most dangerous being in the Eagle Gang shook at the thought of lifting her shirt in front of him. The notion floored him. He would no sooner hurt her than he would learn how to fly. 

He stepped slightly closer, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, I only want to bind your ribs. The less they move, the faster they will heal.”  He reached for the hem of her shirt, lifting it slowly. She was going to protest, but his eyes silenced her. His gaze was deep obsidian, concern swirling in those fathomless depths. She had to look away. She lifted her arms out of his way, wrapping them across her chest. He only lifted the fabric far enough to see her ribs, which were already starting to purple in the perfect shape of a man’s fist. He growled in anger. "Who did this to you?" He demanded, letting her shirt fall back to its original position. "It doesn't matter. I got my own revenge on him. But one day, I will avenge everyone else he has hurt. And I promise, he will never see it coming." She sounded tired, but there was a tightness to her voice, an anger that simmered below the surface. He didn't press her. 

He wrapped her ribs tightly, causing a wheeze of pain to escape her lungs, and by the time he was finished and had cinched the long strip of medical gauze around her waist, her face was flushed with the effort needed to keep from screaming. He reached for her then, guiding her to the bedroom. He had the lightest of pressures on her shoulders, only guiding her. 

“Here, lay down. It will take the pressure off your ribs.” She did as he instructed, laying flat on her back. He was right, the angle did help the pain in her abdomen. In the absence of the pain, though, she found she was exhausted, not having rested since early the previous morning. Her eyelids began to droop. “Hang on.” He said quietly, disappearing into the next room. He returned a moment later with a half filled glass of water and a cupped palm. She could only guess his cupped hand contained medicine of some kind, likely painkillers. She took them gratefully, swallowing them back with a swig of the cool water. “Thank you.” She managed. He smiled, the curve of his dimples lighting up his face. She returned his smile, wincing as her breath strained her ribs. His smile faded. “I will let you rest. Call me if you need anything.” He said quietly, disappearing into the living room.

***

Jian awoke the following day in a bed that was not her own. From the quality of light in the room, it had to be mid-afternoon. She couldn’t remember the last time she had slept so soundly past noon. She had rolled onto her side in the middle of the night, her nose pressed into the pillow beneath her. She breathed deep, recognizing Shan-Tzu's scent immediately. She snuggled in deeper, not wanting to move just yet. 

When finally her body won out, she slid from the bed, tiptoeing out into the hall to the bathroom. She passed by the archway that led to the living room/kitchen, her view of the couch uninterrupted. Shan-Tzu laid sprawled on it, his long limbs stretched out and spilling over the sides. She had never thought of him as a tall or lanky man, as Yu Hao was, but he seemed to fill the space with more than a little ease. She paused, her eyes raking over every inch of him. She had thought him handsome in the chiseled badass kind of way, the sharpness of his jaw, the high cheekbones, even the wide set of his eyes making him look very much like a dark prince. He was slender, athletic, but not overly built. To her, he was more attractive than his brothers, even A-Chi, whose reputation as a ladies man was almost legendary. Shan-tzu's face was softened by sleep, almost boyish, and she could still see the faint outline of his dimples. She smiled, wondering what he was dreaming about. When his smile curved his lips, his dimples melted her like nothing else. 

Jian was overwhelmed. They had been in the dress shop for exactly 30 seconds and already her head was spinning. There were so many choices, so many patterns and colors and styles, her mind was reeling. “I think something simple would do. Something elegant.” She managed, proud that she almost sounded like she knew what she was doing. “What color do you prefer?” The sales lady watched her with eager eyes. This shop was one of many that the Eagle gang owned, so she knew that Shan-Tzu, who insisted on paying for her gown himself, was loaded. It was obvious that she worked on commission and could smell a big fish a mile away. Desperate to assist in any way, she was almost overbearing. “I don’t wear many colors honestly.” Jian answered. The saleswoman nodded. “I will pull some dresses for you. Then you can try them on.” Jian nodded, settling down on the couch between Shan-Tzu and Yen-Tzu, shaking her head softly. “It is exhausting being a girl.” She remarked, breathless. Yen-Tzu giggled. “Sometimes. Well, you know what they say, beauty is work.” Jian cast a sideways eye on her. “I believe it. Although some of us come by it naturally.” She gestured to the girl sitting beside her, who blushed. “Oh stop it, I have bad days too.” Jian rolled her eyes. Shan-Tzu just watched the pair of them, unable to stop smiling. Jian was a totally different person than the stoic and silent Zhao. And now she was free to be who she was, unapologetically. She slid into their little family effortlessly, and it made him even more happy that they had accepted her right back. 

The saleswoman returned with a bunch of dresses slung over her arm. “Ms. Jian, if you will follow me please, we will get you fitted in one of our dressing rooms.” Jian rose, following after the woman, casting nervous glances back over her shoulder. Shan-Tzu gave her an encouraging smile, dipping his head slightly. She sighed as she turned the corner into the dressing room. 

She faced the saleswoman when she shut the door. “You can hang those up, I will dress myself. I’m sorry, but I am not comfortable dressing in front of others.” The saleswoman bowed slightly, hanging the dresses up, excusing herself with more grace than Jian was expecting. The first dress she pulled off the rack was a royal blue satin, the neckline plunging nearly to her navel, and ruffles all down the back. She didn’t even put it on. The next one followed its predecessor. The third was a light purple chiffon, fluttery and soft. This one she did try on. It swished and fluttered around her legs like butterfly wings. Its neckline was a modest scoop, the dress itself unadorned. This one she liked. She turned slowly in the mirror, liking the way it brought out the green in her eyes, dimming the amber down to embers. Gathering her courage, she stepped from the dressing room. The saleswoman smiled broadly upon seeing her, fawning over her like some demented fangirl. While Jian knew she was desperate to earn her commission, it was beginning to grate on her nerves. “Let’s go show the others.” The woman seemed to pick up on her discomfort and composed herself. Jian nodded. 

She followed the woman out into the front room, where her friends were waiting. Yen-Tzu grinned ear to ear, instantly launching into compliments, telling her how beautiful she looked, how the color suited her and really brought out her eyes. Shan-Tzu was silent. She watched his expression, where several emotions flitted across his features at once. Surprise, Desire, and Uncertainty warred for dominance across his face. She frowned. “What do you think?” She asked quietly, her gaze fixed on him. He nodded. “I like this one, as Yen-Tzu said, it really brings out your eyes. But...I don’t think this is ‘the one’.” He admitted. Jian nodded, smiling. It had been what she had been thinking as well. While she liked the fabric, the cut and the color, it hadn’t wowed her. As her debut dress, it needed to be spectacular. Jian turned and strode back to the dressing room. 

The next several gowns were failures, all falling short of what Jian pictured would be her first feminine garment. She was about to give up when the saleswoman returned with a simple black gown. This one drew Jian in as soon as the woman held it up. It was deep ebony velvet, ruched down the left side to the hip, where the dress gathered slightly and cascaded to the floor in a waterfall of black lace. Tiny black rhinestone stars adorned each gather, black jet beads were scattered down the waterfall, and glittered as she moved. The sleeves fluttered freely around her shoulders, and the skirt had a slight train down the back. The neckline was a little lower than she figured she would be comfortable with, until she put it on. There was a light mesh over the bodice, adding a little comfort to the plunging neckline. It was beautiful. She felt a little flutter in her chest, goosebumps pebbling her skin as she took in her appearance. A ghost of a smile curved her lips. She stepped from the dressing room, the saleswoman’s eyes lighting up. “That looks stunning dear. Let’s go show the others.” Jian nodded, blushing a deep scarlet. 

As they re-entered the main room, Yen-Tzu’s eyes widened, nearly instantly glassing over with tears. She seemed to be lost for words. Shan-Tzu’s eyes followed suit, widening to the size of dinner plates. Jian was drawn into those obsidian depths that so matched the gown upon her form, and her blush deepened. “What do you think of this one?” She asked sheepishly. “You look….” Shan-Tzu faltered, swallowing hard. Yen-Tzu finished the sentence for him. “Absolutely beautiful.” She agreed. Jian smiled. “I think we found the one.” She said to the saleswoman, who practically vibrated with joy. Shan-Tzu agreed. “We’ll take it.” 

***

“We are all gathering at the precinct to celebrate our Uncle’s birthday. I would like to invite you to join us.” Shan-Tzu seemed excited for this event. Jian smiled. “Alright, I will be there. What time?” She asked. “We are meeting around 6:30, and we are going to have dinner with him so come hungry.” She giggled. “If you insist. Although I might be a little late.” There was a beat of heavy silence and she could almost see the frown she was sure was tugging his lips. “Why?” He asked quietly. “Because it is rude to come to a birthday celebration without a gift.” She told him. His tone instantly lifted. “Okay, but don’t be too late.” Her grin returned. “I promise.”

Jian wove in and out of the crowd, a small parcel tucked under her arm. It wasn’t anything extravagant, only a nice leather belt. Shan-Tzu had made mention that Uncle Hiu’s was getting a bit worn and was pretty close to falling apart. It was a simple design, black with the regal eagle tooled into it. It seemed fitting as the symbol for the Taipei Police force was an eagle. “Ironic more like. Even after killing Zhao, you cannot stop with the eagle aesthetic.’ She chided herself. But she couldn't be that hard on herself. She did run in the underground for the last six, almost seven years. When you live the persona, some of it stays with you forever. 

She turned the corner, all but barrelling into a group of men. She staggered back, dropping the package. They rounded on her and she could tell just by their demeanor and stance that they were gangsters. Underlings, but still. "I'm s-sorry….I didn't mean to…" She tried to make her voice as shaky and soft as she could, keeping her eyes down. "Well girl, pick it up…" One of them demanded, gesturing to the parcel. She hesitated, assessing the situation. There were five of them, but only one of them appeared to be any good at fighting. But she was living proof that looks were deceiving. She had a chance to fight them off, and would use it if she had to. She debated a moment whether there was any merit to running. She knew however, that she wouldn't get far, and with this section of Taipei being primarily storefronts, her options to climb were slim. 

"Go on…" The man urged, sensing her hesitation. She slowly bent to pick up the package, stealing sideways glances as she did, keeping the men in sight. There was a flash of movement and she was not fast enough to stop the leader as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her back against his chest. From her previous position of half crouched, she staggered as he dragged her against him, cursing herself even as his arm locked across her chest. He was like a bear, and reeked of stale cigarettes, booze, and cheap aftershave. She nearly gagged as he breathed in her ear. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing on the streets of Taipei at night...and so…alone…” He purred the last, making her skin crawl. “Perhaps I could escort you…” He continued, sniffing along the crook of her neck. She bit back a growl, weighing her options. On the one hand, with there only being five of them, she might be able to incapacitate one of them and get away. On the other, by doing that, she would risk revealing her identity. Because no woman would have the kind of skill set she did without her former profession. And Zhao had had his own kind of infamy. Her heart hammered in her chest, which was to her advantage because the man holding her captive took it as a sign of fear, not noticing every muscle in her body coiling to spring. “I don’t need an escort, leastwise from you…” She managed through clenched teeth, causing her voice to shake to drive home the illusion of fear. The man barked a laugh against her skin. “Way I see it, pretty one, you don’t have much choice. See, there are five of us, and one of you. What chance does a skinny little thing like you have against five of the Eagle Gang’s men.” She stilled. They were Eagle Gang. Her mind spun. Maybe she can use that as an advantage. 

“IF you are Eagle Gang, and I am not sure I believe that you are, you would have heard of Zhao. He is my friend. If you hurt me, he will dish it back to you threefold.” She was grasping at straws, but it was the best she could come up with. If she could manage to distract them, even just a little… “Hey Boss, this girl says she’s friends with the Talon...shall we tell her the news?” Her heart sank as Lao-Shu came into view. She’d always hated the weasel of a man. “Delighted to be the bearer of bad news, but the Talon is no longer of this world. So you, little girl, have no more protection…” He sneered. She bit back a defiant growl. She thought she had smelled a rat. Lao-Shu drew close to her, and she shrank back from him, only succeeding to press herself tighter against the man at her back, who was only too happy with the motion. She cringed. She had to get away. Now. 

They met on the south side of town, several blocks from the building they had chosen. It was scheduled to be demolished within the coming weeks anyway, so it was perfect for their plan. It was a dilapidated apartment building whose windows had been blown out long ago, whose doors hung off rusty hinges and whose frame creaked and groaned like a tottering old man. The plan was simple: plant evidence of theft at their store, plant evidence of the thieves in the building, have Zhao and Shan-Tzu "chase" after them, and destroy the building as Jian and Shan-Tzu escaped out the back. Jian practically vibrated with energy, every nerve on edge. Shan-Tzu placed a gentle arm around her shoulders. "You have your change of clothes, right?" She nodded stiffly. "Ok, remember we mapped out the escape route. You're gonna have to do some climbing, but we will meet you back at Yen-Tzu's apartment." She nodded again. "I will destroy everything but my mask, which you will present to Mr. Hsiung. And we will let the Talon die forever." Shan-Tzu returned her nod. "Are you ready?" Jian hesitated, swallowed hard, then nodded. "As ready as Dante when he descended into Hell." The irony was not lost on him and he prayed fervently that it wouldn't turn out to be just like the story. 

They hid the car in a nearby parking garage, and Jian was off like a rocket. Shan-Tzu would forever marvel at her speed. Yu Hao was next, followed by A-Chi and himself. They barrelled down the street, ka-bars at the ready. Jian vanished into the building, making a beeline for the back room they had set up the night before. She stripped out of her riding suit, careful to avoid any windows. Her tights clung to her legs like a second skin, the tank top she had borrowed from Yen-Tzu tight across her breasts, but it was good that it was tight. It wouldn't get caught on anything as she climbed. She twisted her long hair up, pinning it in place, scattering the pieces of her riding suit around the room, tucking her mask into her waistband. It was a strange thing, being out in public without her riding suit. It had become so integral to her life, she almost felt naked without it. 

She could hear the boys as they too, made it to the building. They scattered, setting the bombs and calling for backup. Everything was in place. Shan-Tzu joined her in the room. She trembled, adrenaline burning through her veins. He wrapped his arms around her. "Almost there. Is your phone still in the riding suit pocket?" She nodded, nestling her head against his chest. "Good, we have another minute or two before the other boys get here. We need to slip out the back before anyone else arrives." She pressed the mask into his palm. She looked up at him, anxiety swirling in her tiger eyes. "Kiss me." She asked softly. "For luck." She added, a little sheepishly. He nodded, smiled, and leaned down to kiss her cheek. Inches from her skin she turned her head, catching his lips with her own. Desire exploded in his chest, a wave of heat crashing over them both. His fists bunched in her shirt, dragging her closer, her arms wrapping around his neck as she stretched onto her tiptoes. All too soon, they pulled apart, breathless. 

"Shan-Tzu! The brothers are arriving!" Came A-Chi's warning. They sprang into action, bolting from the room, hand in hand. Exhilaration skittered between them, running like this felt like flying. They escaped the building just as the first explosion shook the foundation. Shan-Tzu shoved Jian gently ahead of him. "Remember, keep to the rooftops. Meet us at Yen-Tzu's. And Jian…" Her hazel eyes met his, glittering amber with excitement. His breath was heavy, and it wasn't from running. "Be careful." She smiled, nodded, and darted up to kiss his cheek one final time before she bounded away, shimmying up the fire escape of a nearby building. 

Another explosion rocked the earth, the building shuddering and crumbling as its foundation supports gave way. Fire raged inside like every depiction of hell he had ever seen. He shivered. He ducked back into the building, carefully catching the edge of the mask aflame, letting it burn some before patting it out. This was the evidence that he would present to Mr. Hsiung. He tucked it in his jacket pocket, turning to circle around the building. His brothers were calling him, their frantic voices sounding incredibly real. He jogged up to meet them. "Shan-Tzu! Where is Zhao!?" Yu Hao asked, just as planned. Shan-Tzu struggled for breath, which was only half an act. The moment he shared with Jian still burned in his blood, and he had to force calm into his limbs to keep from giving himself away. He shook his head, speaking loud enough for the gathered members of the gang to hear him clearly. "I couldn't save him. Zhao is gone." The brother's jaws dropped to the floor. "The Talon...didn't make it?" One of them asked, the notion clearly foreign for them. Shan-Tzu shook his head, pulling the mask out of his pocket. "He was crushed by a support beam. I was too late to get to him." The brothers around him glanced down in sadness, Yu Hao and A-Chi following suit. "There is nothing for it now." Yu Hao spoke slowly, with sadness, but with the firmness of a leader. "We must report this loss to Mr. Hsiung. Immediately." 

***

Mr. Hsiung regarded them with a bright smile as they entered his office. But the solemn looks on their faces caused it to dim around the edges. "What has happened? What's wrong?" He asked, catching each of the boys' gazes. Shan-Tzu pulled out the tattered and burned mask, handing it to Mr. Hsiung. "We tracked down the thieves to a hovel on the South Side. Zhao went in first. The thieves thought they would burn the goods they stole instead of returning them. There were explosions. The building collapsed before I could get to him." Shan-Tzu explained, his face twisted into an expression of pain. Mr. Hsiung regarded him another moment before tossing the burned fabric into the trash. "Well, Zhao knew the risks, as do we all. The thieves have been caught and dealt with. I will say a few words on Zhao's behalf at the next meeting, for his loyalty. But we must focus on other things. We cannot pause for death." Shan-Tzu kept his face a neutral mask, but rage boiled in his chest. After all that blood on her hands, her unwavering loyalty, all those years as the Eagle's Talon. Thrown away like a wad of rubbish. "Yes Sir." He managed, relaxing his jaw so his teeth didn't clench. Mr. Hsiung eyed him a second longer before turning his attention to Yu Hao. “Since you joined the gang, and because of A-Pao, I know it hasn’t been easy for you. So I have decided to throw a grand celebration this time. For you. I will have a wine party at a hotel of our associated corporation. I have invited some big names. You and your brothers will be the stars of the day.” Yu Hao’s heart sank into his shoes, but he nodded and thus they were effectively dismissed. 

Jian was a block away from the apartment when she paused, settling onto a bench. Her heart hammered in her chest from her exertions, the leaping and climbing from building to building. Her palms had some scratches on them, and there was ash from the fire in her hair. It streaked across her face like smeared eyeliner with her sweat. She tugged the pins holding her hair, letting the cabernet mass ripple and fall over her shoulders. She shook her head, freeing her curls, combing her fingers through it. She was a free woman. Free to live as she chose, love who she chose...her heart flip-flopped. Her lips still tingled where Shan-Tzu's had closed over them, the memory of the sensation sending a shiver up her spine. Desire as she had never known before had crashed over her and if the situation hadn't been so dire, she would have contentedly kissed him for hours. She smiled, rising, brushing off her shirt. Time to meet the boys.

She arrived at the apartment, ringing the bell and knocking three times. Yen-Tzu opened the door, her eyes widening as she took in Jian's bedraggled form. "You were successful. Are the boys?..." Jian smiled. "They were safe when I left them. I am sure they are fine. Reporting Zhao's death to Mr. Hsiung." Yen-Tzu nodded, ushering her inside. "I don't know if any of my clothes will fit you, but you are welcome to the shower." Jian smiled and shook her head. "I have clothes back at my apartment, but I would like to wash my face." Yen-Tzu returned her smile. "You are family now. Our home is your home. The bathroom is just there." She pointed it out. Jian nodded. "I will make some tea while you wash." Yen-Tzu called over her shoulder as she disappeared into the kitchen.

Jian stood in front of the mirror for several minutes before washing the soot and sweat from her face. As the black drained away, she took in her own features. She could be whoever she wanted to be now. She shivered. Maybe even play the violin again. Her hazel eyes lit up at the prospect. 

She dried her face off, pulling the curls that framed her face back, pinning them in place. There was nothing she could do for the tanktop, but she promised herself she would replace it when she could. She joined Yen-Tzu out in the living room, where the younger girl placed a tray of steaming tea mugs and some frosted cookies. “Thank you.” Jian said quietly, sinking down on the edge of the couch so as not to soil it with her soot-ridden clothes. “As I said Zhao, our home is your home. You became family the moment that Shan-Tzu brought you to us.” Jian nodded. “If possible, could you call me by my given name? Zhao was killed today and I no longer want anything to do with the Talon." Yen-Tzu nodded. "And what is your name? You were only introduced as Zhao." Jian smiled. "Jian Tiaowu. You can call me Hsaio Jian." Yen-Tzu smiled. "You have a lovely name." Jian returned her grin. "Thank you. My mother always said that I was light on my feet. Like a dancer." 

As he led her up to Yen-Tzu's apartment, he questioned for the millionth time whether or not he was doing the right thing. He called his brothers here for a meeting, and felt guilty for keeping them in the dark. Nevertheless, they had agreed. Hu would be at headquarters now, and Hung-Tou at the arcade. He had made sure that there were as few people as possible at the apartment when he revealed Jian's identity. She shook slightly as she stood beside him, her nerves thrumming wildly beneath her skin. She was taunt as a bow string, pale as polished ivory. He could understand her fear. All these years of concealing her gender, her identity, her life. It was all about to be blown wide open. And if things went south, she would be on the run...or worse... He wrapped a gentle arm around her shoulders, hating how she had insisted on wearing her signature riding suit, her daggers, and her needles. She was armed to the teeth and he felt a new wave of guilt that she felt it was necessary. She had argued that she needed to reveal herself in her own way so that they would believe her to be Zhao, since no one at headquarters had ever seen her face. 

They stepped out of the elevator and she froze, her eyes wide and wild with terror and panic. He stopped, clasping her shoulders. "Hsiao Jian, this is your one shot at a normal life. To let the Talon die once and for all. Then you will be free. Think of your sister. If the Talon dies, you will be able to search for her. And together, I promise we will find her." He held her gaze, smiling softly as his eyes sparkled like cut obsidian. She hesitated, but nodded. "Okay. Let's do this." 

He led her into the one room apartment, his brothers standing around the space, Yen-Tzu seated on the couch. "Shan-Tzu, what's the big secret?" A-Chi asked gruffly as his eyes fell on Zhao. "A-Zhao, what are you?..." Shan-Tzu held his hand up, effectively cutting him off. "I asked you here because we need your help. Zhao needs our help." He turned to her, smiling with encouragement. "Go ahead." He urged gently. She hesitated for a moment before unwrapping her skull cap, pulling the leather away and removing her mask. There was a collective gasp as her long waves cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall of cabernet. "Zhao?" A-Chi's jaw fell slack, his eyes wide. Jian nodded. "I'm not mute either. I am sorry to have deceived you." She bowed in apology. 

Yu hao eyed her a moment before speaking. "I'm sure there is a very good explanation to all this, but that will be a story for later. You said you needed our help Shan-Tzu. With what, exactly?" 

Shan-Tzu hesitated for a moment. "It is difficult to explain. But the short version is we need to 'eliminate' Zhao so that Hsaio Jian is no longer tied to the gang. She wants to live a normal life." He explained. Yu Hao sighed. "You'd better tell us the whole story so we better understand." Jian nodded. 

"When I was seven, my mother was murdered because she couldn’t pay protection fees. My baby sister and I were left alone, no home, no family to run to. We lived on the streets where I did odd jobs to make enough money to keep us fed. One day, I had to go further into the city than I ever had, and I got lost. I was much later returning to the place I hid my sister than I ever was and when I finally made it back there, she was gone. I searched for her for weeks, but never found her. Years passed and I carved out a living for myself, worked my way through secondary school, and trained in the art of throwing weapons. When I was thirteen I approached the Eagle Gang dressed as a man. I created Zhao, the Eagle's Talon. I went to Mr. Hsiung with a written request to join. These men had killed my mother over a few spare coins and I had been determined to destroy them from the inside out. But first, I had to gain their trust. I also had to protect my sister, who I had only caught glimpses of. She is alive and well, having found a family of her own. I couldn't disturb the life she had made for herself. So I protected her from afar. That had been my one demand in joining the gang. She was not to be harmed. But now, Shan-Tzu has learned the truth about me and I cannot return to the gang. So I need Zhao to die so that I have a chance to live." Her explanation rang into silence, and for several minutes, no one said anything. Then Yen-Tzu spoke. "Hsiao Jian, you are a very brave woman. A-Hao, I think we should help her. She has risked so much for her sister and now she may have a chance to reunite with her." Her kind words touched Jian deeply. She offered her a soft smile. 

He spent hours in front of the perfume section of the convenience store. He felt cheap for even considering this place, but he didn't want to overwhelm her with anything expensive either. Besides, this was an experiment. He sprayed a few into the air, sniffing them, grimacing, then putting them back. He didn't care for any of them. They were too strong or fake. Bending down to the bottom shelf, he spied a lonely bottle to the back, away from the others. He reached for it, pulling it out into the light. Night blooming jasmine. He sprayed it, its light, floral scent enveloping him, reminding him instantly of Jian. Yes, this was the one. This one suited her perfectly.

***

Shan-Tzu paced. And paced. And paced. Where was she? A simple gift bag swung around his wrist, the contents sloshing in their bottle. She was supposed to be here an hour ago. His heart raced in time with his mind, conjuring images of Zhao bleeding and dying on the street, or being hit by a car. Needing him but him not being there for her. She isn't some fragile flower. She was the most feared man in the Eagle Gang. His logic argued. Except she is no longer that man. She doesn't have the protection of her title anymore. His fear rebuked. He was torn. 

Lightning lit up the sky, followed by a crack of thunder loud enough to rattle the earth. As if someone had overturned a bucket, the clouds opened up, and rain came down in a fierce torrent. His anxiety skyrocketed. He paced faster. 

A rhythmic pounding of boots drew his attention and he turned, a flushed and very wet Jian coming into view. She panted as she skidded to a stop before him, her long hair hanging in wild ringlets down her back. "Sorry I'm late! I got held up." She smiled, her eyes sparkling. "You had me worried sick! Let's get you inside before you catch a chill." He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her with him into the building. As they climbed the stairs, he leaned against her some, offering his body heat as she began to tremble. He caught a whiff of something sweet, a stark contrast to the scent of male cologne she always wore. It was a soft, feminine scent, and it drew him in deeply. As they reached the top of the stairs, he gripped her arm gently, but firmly. 

"When this is all over, I want you to throw away that men's cologne you always wear. It doesn't suit you." His voice was husky and he cleared his throat to hide it. Her eyes found his and held him there. "When this is over, I want nothing of my life as the Talon, except my weapons. When this is over, I just want to be Jian Tiaowu, a normal woman who can go where she wants, love who she wants, and who one day, reunites with her sister." She spoke the words with passion and his heart fluttered. Everything about this woman he felt intensely, keenly. Is this what love feels like? His heart questioned. He smiled, brushing the question aside. "When this is over, I will help you find your sister. This I promise you." She smiled but shivered violently, her teeth chattering. He gathered her against him and pulled her down the hallway to her apartment. 

He took her keys, her hands shaking too badly to work the lock, and ushered her inside. "Where are the towels?" He asked quietly, taking a quick glance around. He realized that this was the first time seeing her apartment. It wasn't decorated and unlike Yen-Tzu's residence, the tiny space felt cold. She had only a futon and a closet rack for furniture, a small stack of books sat beside the futon. She pointed to the top of the closet rack, where a set of neatly folded towels were stacked. He grabbed one, throwing it over her and rubbing her dry. "You cannot leave such long, thick hair wet, you will catch a cold.” She trembled, her jacket dripping all over the floor. "Here, let me take that wet coat." He helped her shrug the leather off, leaving her arms bare and pale in the dim light. Her shirt clung to her like a second skin. He hung the coat over the shower rod, and returned to find her stripping out of her wet riding pants. "W-Wait!!!" He exclaimed, turning his back to her. "Ok, now you can change." He swallowed hard, his mind not allowing him to forget the curve of her hips, the long expanse of pale legs. Even with that quick glance he had noticed her scars, her skin a map of them, a testament to her bravery, these past years running in the underground. Even the most recent injury stood out in angry pink contrast to her pale skin. His heart raced, his mind refusing to stop the flow of images, everything inside him screaming for him to turn around, clasp her to him, and kiss her until they were both breathless. He shoved the demands of his body down. He wouldn’t force his emotions on her. 

"Alright, you can turn around now." Came her quiet voice. He turned slowly, keeping his eyes down. Gradually, he lifted his eyes, his heart hammering anew as he took her in. Tights clung to her long legs, an oversized shirt not eclipsing her curves as it hung off her shoulders. She rubbed her hair, squeezing out the rainwater and massaged her scalp as it dried. "You said you wanted to meet here but wouldn't tell me why. So what's the big secret?" Her eyes caught the light and reflected almost like that of a cat's. He forced his lips into a smile. 

"I have something for you." He announced, retrieving the gift bag from where he had set it. "I wanted to give you something that was uniquely yours. Something feminine. Something every woman should have." He handed her the bag. "I hope you like it." 

Shan-Tzu followed him. He knew he probably shouldn't, that this Zhao was the most dangerous being in the Eagle Gang. Literally the Eagle's Talon. But he couldn't stop himself. Just as he couldn't stop his heart from beating, or stop being sworn brothers with Yu Hao and A-Chi, he followed.

Zhao wove in and out of back alleys and side streets, and more than once Shan-Tzu thought he lost him. 'Damn, he was fast.' Not for the first time did he question his attraction to the man. He shook his head violently. No, he wasn't in love with Zhao. That would be ridiculous. 

Zhao finally slowed, coming to a stop outside a slum type building, vibrant graffiti decorating the aging stone. He swung into the double doors, disappearing up the stairs, long legs devouring the steps two at a time. Shan-Tzu followed. He reached the top floor, watching as the slender figure ducked into a hallway. Here Shan-Tzu paused. He watched. Zhao glanced about, sighing as he unzipped his riding suit. He removed his gloves, hands too slender and sleek to be male. Shan-Tzu frowned. 'A woman?' Zhao unlocked the nearest studio apartment. Shan-Tzu followed at a distance, tiptoeing to the door. There was a small window in the door, where Shan-Tzu continued to watch. He felt like a stalker but was too afraid of Zhao to risk confrontation. Zhao stripped off the riding suit, pulling out padded pieces of fabric and tossing them aside. As the leather fell away, his figure became thin, but curved. A tank top clung to the figure’s upper half, a pair of leggings beginning at the waist. Those slender hands pulled at the ties of the mask he wore, and with a swift yank, it came away. 

Long, wine-colored waves cascaded down the figure's back, Shan-Tzu's heart climbing into his throat. His suspicions were correct. Zhao was a woman. She turned, her almond eyes lifting, locking on his. He felt the familiar skitter up his spine, his heart hammering with more than just fear and shock. She froze as she saw him, like a rabbit caught in a trap. He shook his head, placing his hands palm side up in a display of surrender. He found he could not tear his eyes away from her. Gravity shifted, his world zeroing in on her as if nothing else mattered. Thoughts of Hsiao Yen-Tzu all but vanished from his mind. He shook his head as if to clear it, but when his gaze settled back to the place she had stood, only the black riding suit and discarded paddings remained. Zhao was gone.

He darted back down the stairs, turning into the alley just to see her free fall the last floor into a crouch. There was a small gasp of pain and then she was off like a shot before he could react or make a sound, her heavy boot-falls ringing out in the alley. Damn but she was fast. He didn't care. He gave chase.

He found her in the park, sitting on a bench near the lake. She stared out over the water, her brow furrowed in thought. "A-Zhao..." He said quietly, announcing his presence. He said it out of habit, but realized now how rude that was. She jumped, whirling with a hiss on her lips. "What are you doing here?" She demanded. Shock ricocheted down his spine. "You can speak?" He was dumbfounded and realized a little too late that his inquiry was a bit of a stupid one. "Obviously." She replied dryly. "Then why...?" He managed, swallowing hard. She regarded him a moment. "I suppose you are referring to my deception of the Eagle Gang? Why do I play the mute? Why did I choose to kill for them?" He didn't respond, but his silence was all the answer she needed. She stared at him, conflict clear in every line of her face. She seemed to be weighing her options, whether it would be worth it to run or not. Glancing down at her injured leg, she finally sighed, resigned. "I suppose it is too late to ask you to forget what you’ve seen. Alright, sit down. It's a long story." She turned back to the water. He hesitated only a moment longer before sinking onto the bench beside her, careful to leave some space between them. 

She slid closer to him, nestling against his side. "If you sit closer, no one will find it odd that we are sitting here alone together. This is the Garden of Lovers after all." She murmured, casting almond eyes up at him. In that moment, her entire demeanor changed, and he could see the woman beyond the sharp edges. The beauty beyond the lethal grace. His heart flip-flopped. Casually but carefully, he wrapped an arm around her, tilting his head in the flirtatious manner he had seen A-Chi use before, surprising himself with how easy it was. It felt natural to look at her like that. Her flirtatious smile dimmed. "It began when I was seven..." 

They sat and talked for hours, and the more they talked, the more relaxed they became. He found he couldn't get enough of her. Her laughter, which he managed to coax from her a few times, was infectious, and he found he couldn't stop smiling. He felt at ease with her, falling into a familiar cadence that felt as natural as his own breath. As the sun sank below the horizon and the LED lamps blazed to life, he finally drew her to her feet. "We shouldn't stay out too late. It is supposed to get cold tonight." He said quietly, wrapping his arms around her tightly. This time, it wasn't an act. She nodded. "Let's go then. Hold my hand?" She asked quietly. She gazed at him with warmth in her expression, as if she too, felt the connection. He nodded, his lips lifting on one side in a crooked smile. He laced strong fingers through her slender ones, gesturing for her to lead the way. 

They arrived back at her apartment much too soon for his liking, the streets quieter than Shan-Tzu would have expected. A deep peace had filled him during their walk, his inner turmoil quieting into background noise. He kept sneaking glances at Zhao, whose name, he had learned, was Jian Tiaowu. He was unable to believe how quickly the events had made a 180. He had felt close to Yen-Tzu before, drawn to her like a moth to a flickering flame. But standing beside Jian, that candle flame was pale in comparison to the magnetism that gravitated him to the assassin. She pulled him to a stop outside the building. Her eyes were sad, her expression unreadable. "Now that you know the truth, I can never return to the Eagle Gang. It is too risky." She said quietly, not looking at him. He grasped her chin gently, forcing her eyes to meet his. "I would never betray your secret. It isn't mine to tell." There was a long pause before she spoke again. "I barely know you. I've already revealed to you the truth. How can I be sure that you will keep my secret?" Her tone wasn't accusatory, but flat. 

"We have worked side by side on missions in the past. You always had our back and we've had yours. I would not allow that to change now. No matter your gender." The intensity in his gaze held her, speared her right to the soul. She found that even though she barely knew him, she believed every word. "Okay. I will trust you for one final mission. One the Eagle's Talon will not survive." He swallowed hard, but nodded. She smiled, her eyes lighting up a little. She stretched up onto her tip toes and kissed the corner of his lips. It was a friendly gesture, one that would stave off suspicion if they were being watched. Still, a sudden ache swelled in his chest, one that demanded he clasp her close, to mold his lips over hers. He longed for her with a ferocity that frightened him. So he let her pull away. "I will see you tomorrow." She said as she paused in the doorway. He nodded, his lips lifting into another crooked grin. "Tomorrow." He confirmed. She returned his smile and bounded up the stairs. He stood and waited until the light came on in her apartment before stuffing his hands in his pockets and stepping down the street. 

***

The walk back to Yu Hao's apartment offered him time to think about what had just transpired. He felt drawn to Jian in many ways, the most important of which being emotionally, but he didn't really know much about her. Sure, he believed her story, much of it aligning with what Mr. Li had told him already. What reason would she have to lie? It made sense that she would disguise herself as a man to protect herself in a world dominated by dangerous and lustful men, and her mutism and getup drove home the point that no one could know her gender. Looking at her out of the riding suit, there was no way of mistaking her figure for anything other than feminine. His chest tightened slightly at the thought. He had noticed alright. And now, he didn't feel so confused over his attraction to her. Only time would tell if the attraction meant anything more.   

He arrived at A-Hao's apartment well after the death of day, having taken his time in walking there. He found A-Hao pacing the balcony, the others sitting around the table, mugs of ice cold tea arranged without order on its surface. Even the resident betta fish seemed agitated. "Shan-Tzu, where the devil have you been!" Came Hung-Tou's piercing voice. She seemed to be the first to have spotted him. Yu Hao froze mid lap, and every eye at the table fixed on Shan-Tzu. He straightened slightly, meeting each gaze without flinching. "I saw someone suspicious lurking around the Karaoke, so I followed them to check it out. Turned out to be some druggie in search of a fix." He let the lie roll off his tongue, hoping that it would be convincing. No one seemed to question it. "Next time please let one of us know. We were worried sick." The worry and minute hurt in Yen-Tzu's voice made his heart ache, but he no longer felt a pull to her like he had in the past. He marveled at the revelation. It was as if his entire axis had shifted, and he no longer felt grounded to Yen-Tzu. He was almost elated. Almost. 

The next time they met was several weeks later. Zhao had been conspicuously absent from headquarters and it nearly drove Shan-Tzu mad. He kept his comments and his worry to himself, berating himself for his mounting concern. He could try and convince himself that he would be that worried if it were anyone with those injuries, but he knew it would be a lie. 

He found himself coming into headquarters with no destination in mind, but to walk up and down the halls in hopes to catch a glimpse of Zhao. To see for himself that the man was okay. It was nearly three solid weeks before he finally caught sight of him. He walked with a pronounced limp, gingerly placing his weight on one leg. "A-Zhao!" He called before he could stop himself. The man in black froze. Turning slowly, Shan-Tzu caught his glittering hazel eyes. There was no contempt in them, only pain. He knew that expression well. 

"Wait up!" To Shan-tzu's surprise, he did, standing patiently in the hallway. Shan-Tzu watched his eyes as he approached, his heart climbing into his throat. "Zhao, I wanted to ask if you were alright." Zhao watched him for a moment with no reaction. Then his eyes narrowed slightly and he nodded. Shan-Tzu didn't relax. "If there is anything I can do…" He left the sentence hanging, unsure how to finish it. Zhao shook his head, dismissing Shan-Tzu and his concerns. The assassin turned away, limping down the hall.

Shan-Tzu had half a mind to chase the man down and demand….demand what? He shook himself. He was starting to sound ridiculous, even to himself. 

Shan-Tzu did not return to headquarters unless summoned, maintaining his distance and his silence of the situation. However, out of sight, out of mind did not stop Shan-Tzu from being drawn into worry and doubts about the Eagle's Talon. When he did return to headquarters, he was relieved to find Zhao there as well, but he avoided the man's eyes. He kept his head down, only acknowledging Mr. Hsiung when directly addressed. His brothers kept stealing glances at him with worry in their expressions, but he would not meet their gaze. "Now, as you have proven to be vital and ambitious members of the Eagle Gang, I feel it is only right to reward you with some turf of your own. You will taking over the eastern wing of Blackdagger's district. Mr. Pao will show you what it means to lead a branch. You have much to learn from him. Mr. Li will show you the territory boundaries." He smiled at them, nearly beaming like a proud father would. It made Shan-Tzu's skin crawl. But Mr. Hsiung wasn't finished yet. "Also, I am assigning Zhao to your team. He will assist you in any eliminations, recon, and informational tasks. It will be good for him to mingle with the rest of you. It will also be a good opportunity for you boys to get closer." Shan-Tzu could almost feel Mr. Hsiung's eyes mocking him, but he let it roll off. No point in rising to the bait. He was angry enough with himself as it was. "Thank you Sir." Yu Hao answered, taking the pressure off his brother. Shan-Tzu almost took a breath of relief. "Good. It is done." Mr. Hsiung was far too delighted for the boys' tastes, but nevertheless, they were dismissed without another word. 

They were shown to a modest Karaoke parlor, with two upstairs landings, one for billiard rooms, and the top for private hotel-type rooms. Compared to some of the more central businesses that the Eagle Gang owned, this one was almost country rustic. However, compared to the businesses they were used to in the village, it was a palace. Zhao stood away from the group, silent and stoic as always. He didn't seem impressed with the building, nor the sheer number of staff they had at their disposal. A-Chi danced around like an excited child, and Yu Hao couldn't stop smiling. Their joy, however, did not reach Shan-Tzu. He only took a cursory glance at the place, deemed it satisfactory, and was ready to leave. He had taken stock of Zhao's condition as they left headquarters, somewhat relieved that there was only a slight stiffness to his gait, the only trace that there had ever been an injury. Still, he didn't like being trapped in this place with so many people. Being here made him feel almost claustrophobic, and he didn't know if it was the place itself, or what it represented. Their irrevocable descent into the dark underworld. But as a very wise writer once said "Facilis Descensus Averno" or, "The descent into hell is easy." And so it was. 

The next few weeks passed in a muted kind of bliss. There were few missions for them to do, but that also meant that he was no closer to unraveling the mystery that was Zhao. He had hoped to run into him at headquarters, but he had only seen glimpses as the man fled in and out of the building. He had always been carrying a manila envelope. Which meant he, at least, had missions. 

It was a chilly fall afternoon when Mr. Hsiung called them back into his office. Zhao stood like an ebony statue behind the desk on Mr. Hsiung's right side. Only his eyes moved as the brothers entered, nearly rooting Shan-Tzu to the spot. Those eyes still unnerved him. "Yu Hao, you and your brothers have proved yourself to the Eagle Gang, but we have need of you again. One of our smaller shops has been losing money lately. I had Li run their finances for the last month and it seems that one of the employees is skimming off the profits. I want you to find out who it is and eliminate them. Zhao will accompany you." He dismissed them as quickly as they arrived. 

Zhao, as usual, was first to leave the office, stalking down the hall like a cat. Shan-Tzu watched him go, stopping Li as he too, passed through the door. "A-Li, can I ask you something?" Li paused, nodding. "What is with A-Zhao? He never speaks, never hangs around after missions. We hardly ever see him." Shan-Tzu tried to keep his voice level, slowing his words to keep them from coming out in a rush. Li shrugged. 

"I don't know much more than you do. He has never spoken to my knowledge, yet Mr. Hsiung seems to understand him rather easily. They have an agreement that this girl that Zhao carries a picture of would never be harmed. I don't know who she is and I have never seen the picture myself, but rumor has it that Zhao is in love with her." Shan-Tzu nodded. "Zhao came to us when he was 13. And despite many attempts to persuade, request, or even threaten it, not one of us has actually even seen his face." Shan-tzu frowned. "How can you trust a man if you have never seen his face?" He asked quietly. Li shrugged. "I don't question it anymore because Mr. Hsiung trusts him. He has proved himself time and again. He's a dangerous man, and his name suits him. He really is the Eagle's Talon." Li turned then, following Zhao's path down the hall. 

"Shan-Tzu! Come on!" A-Chi urged, waving his arm. Shan-Tzu jogged up to meet them, Yu Hao was watching him closely. "What was that all about?" His brother could read him like a book so there was no use in lying to him. "I was asking A-Li what he knew about Zhao. Something about him unnerves me." He admitted. A-Hao eyed him a moment longer, as if searching his face for any deeper clues. "You don't like Zhao, do you, Shan-Tzu?" Shan-Tzu's eyes shot up to his brother's, spearing him with fury. "No, it isn't like that. His eyes freak me out, that's all." Yu Hao laughed. "What's so different about them? Hu's eyes are about the same color." He pointed out. Shan-Tzu shrugged. "I don't know, they just weird me out." He brushed off his brother's concern, stepping past him.

The store they entered was much more dilapidated than they were used to and it was difficult to believe that they would even have the profits to skim in the first place. Maybe that is how they got caught. Limited profits were easier to spot discrepancies in than large profits where money could simply vanish. Shan-Tzu felt a flash of pity for them. They were in a rougher portion of the district, bullet holes more consistent than the artwork on the walls. It was ill-lit and shabby, in desperate need of an overhaul. Maybe they were doing this place a favor. Yu Hao asked the questions, his imposing height giving him a sinister edge that got the owner talking pretty quickly. He knew about the skimming and was pretty sure he knew who was doing it, but he had no proof. Zhao simply stood off in a corner, listening and watching, his eyes darting back and forth across the shop. Shan-Tzu's gaze kept circling back to him, and more than once their eyes met. Shan-Tzu could feel the heat of embarrassment creep up his neck, and was grateful for the dim lighting. 

In a blur of sudden motion, Zhao darted down the hallway, cornering a female employee, nearly pinning her against the wall. The girl screamed, and the boys leapt into action. Zhao speared them with a glare, jerking his head towards the girl. Shan-Tzu understood. "She's the one." Was all he said. 

"Get off her!!!" Another employee bellowed, leaping from a nearby room, a heavy bowie knife clasped in his hand, gripped to stab into Zhao's back. Shan-Tzu didn't hesitate, reaching for the knife hand. The impact jarred him all the way up to the shoulder, but also caused the employee to drop the knife. The next moment found Zhao pinning the man to the floor, an ornate Truku pressed against his throat. The man's eyes bulged and he struggled to speak, the blade pressing down enough to break skin, threatening his jugular. "Zhao, don't kill him. He would be an unnecessary casualty." A-Hao called from the doorway. Zhao eased up some, the employee gasping for air. "He isn't even one of us, let him go." Zhao nodded, rising. He was about to turn away when the man on the floor grabbed the bowie knife, stabbing it into Zhao's upper thigh. There was a hiss of breath, but no further sound to indicate Zhao's pain. Zhao twisted, ripping the blade from the man's grasp, his Truku gliding effortlessly through the man's skin, easily slitting his throat. He gurgled a moment before never moving again. 

Zhao staggered, gripping the wall as his eyes broadcasted his pain plainly. He made a gesture to A-Chi to grab the girl, summoning the two men behind A-Hao to gather the body. He took a tentative step towards the door, nearly collapsing as his leg gave way. Shan-Tzu offered his arm but Zhao ignored it. The man in black leaned heavily against the wall as he made for the door. He made no move to remove the blade, and it wasn't until they arrived back at headquarters that Shan-Tzu understood why. The blade had hit a vein. He couldn't risk his blood being at a crime scene should the police ever come looking. 

As always, Zhao didn't linger. He staggered down the street and Shan-Tzu was once again torn between the urge to follow, to make sure the man was alright, or to leave him like he so clearly wanted. A-Chi urged him out of the vehicle and into the building, where they turned the girl over to Mr. Hsiung. She screamed and fought, but in the end was overpowered by Mr. Hsiung's men, to be relocated to another shop, in a place where she didn't handle money. Shan-Tzu was relieved that they weren't going to kill her. One death tonight was enough. His mind kept wandering back to Zhao, wondering if he was okay. "Mr. Hsiung, Zhao was hit. Bowie knife to the thigh. Shouldn't one of us go check on him and make sure he is alright?" He couldn't stop himself from asking. Mr. Hsiung's eyebrows raised. "Why the sudden concern for A-Zhao?" He asked, a suggestive undercurrent to his tone. Shan-Tzu knew what he was really asking. "He is one of our brothers. Shouldn't we look after our own?" He hedged. Mr. Hsiung nodded. "An excellent point." He pulled out his cell phone, sending a quick text. It beeped with a reply seconds later. "He says he is fine. I will take him at his word." Mr. Hsiung's tone was final. Shan-Tzu relented, eyes downcast. 

Steam curled lazily from the water around them, the natural stone decor damp with it. It would have been tranquil in any other setting, but did not have any effect on the brothers. They shook all the way down to their bones, barely able to inhale a calming lungful of smoke. This mission had been the real test. To eliminate Scar Chiang, the Boss of the Blackdagger group, a leading rival for the Eagle Gang. “Ah hell. I’m so useless. I’m shaking like a leaf.” A-Chi complained. “Well, it is the first time we’ve killed someone. I am sure it is the same for everyone.” Shan-Tzu replied, his tone was an attempt at comforting his brother despite the fact that he was equally as shaken. “I think...that there is no going back for us now.” Yu Hao’s voice sounded far away, as if he was not currently present in the now, but his words were met with silent agreement. They needed nothing else. 

They jumped in unison as the door slammed open, the silent figure of Zhao coming into view. He stalked by them without acknowledging their presence, plunging into the hot water, riding suit and all. The man shuddered, his eyes closed. The boys watched him in silence a moment as fingers of blood flowed off his riding suit. "You will ruin the leather doing that." Shan-Tzu couldn't help but remark. Hazel eyes met his, spearing him to the spot. Though he did not speak, there was an unmistakable threat in that gaze. Shan-Tzu shivered. 

It was several more moments before Zhao moved again. He rose from the water, standing on the edge as it streamed from him, a scarlet stain spreading across the surface below. Every line in his body was etched in sorrow and, Shan-Tzu couldn't help noticing, regret. Did the Eagle's Talon regret what he had done? Even if Shan-Tzu did have the courage to ask him, he knew he wouldn't get an answer. 

***

The trio found themselves in Mr. Hsiung's office, where the kingpin happily gloated behind the huge oak desk. The boys could only stand in silence, calmer, but still noticeably shaken. There was a small knock at the door, and Zhao strode in, now dry, handing a manila envelope to Mr. Hsiung. He bowed once. Mr. Hsiung did not look at him, but leafed through the envelope, which the trio could only guess were pictures. "You were successful. Good. I know this one was not easy for you. But for the sake of Eagle Gang, you have done well. As promised, she is unharmed. Now, I have a new assignment for you. I want you to accompany Yu Hao and his crew to the South Side. Blackdagger's group has been making some trouble for us there, intruding on our turf and demanding royalties. Recruit or Eliminate them." Zhao bowed again, turning his gaze to the boys. He nodded once, his gaze lingering another second on Shan-Tzu. He did not drop his gaze, but held it, rising to the unspoken challenge it presented. Zhao lifted his chin, as if satisfied, and disappeared through the door. 

***

They met again a few days later at dusk, Zhao waiting in the passenger seat. The boys piled in, ka'bars strapped to their backs like katanas. No newspaper this time. There was no hiding their intention. 

The ride to the south side was heavy with silence, like the brewing of a storm. They could all feel it. But despite the dread riding the air like thunderheads, Shan-Tzu's attention was not on the impending task. It was on the black clad figure in the front seat. Mr. Zhao sat rimrod straight, staring dead ahead. Gloved fingers drummed on the man’s lap, no pattern or rhythm to it, but every once in a while, Shan-Tzu would catch a glimpse of pink skin. Zhao had the pads of his gloves removed. He remembered that first mission, the silver throwing needle buried in the snitch’s throat. There was a flat leather satchel strapped to Zhao’s hip, worn, but well polished. He guessed that is where the needles were kept. There was a thread of excitement that skittered down Shan-Tzu’s spine. He would finally have his curiosity sated, and see the man in action. 

It was sooner than expected that they arrived, and Zhao all but flew out of the vehicle, shimmying up the drainpipe to the second landing of a nearby building. Had he not been watching, Shan-Tzu would have missed it, the man moved with incredible speed and agility. He almost couldn’t see the black clad form as he crouched on the guardrail. Perched there, he really did look like an eagle, head angled down, stalking his prey. The other men that had come along for this mission didn’t seem to be fazed by the Talon’s lack of communication and clear separation from the group. They just seemed to take everything in stride. Yu Hao and A-Chi practically vibrated with nervous energy from where they stood beside him. He offered them a small smile, hoping that it was convincing and reassuring. From their expressions, the light of it had not reached his eyes. Gripping his ka-bar, he followed the boys around the corner, facing a group of equally clad and armed men. This must be Scar’s group. The Blackdagger gang. The men spotted them and readied pipes and bats and crude machetes, their bellows of defiance ringing into the night. That must be their answer. So it was to be total elimination. 

Yu Hao hesitated only a moment before charging. As they reached the mismatched line, several of the opposing ranks collapsed, clutching silver needles that pierced their throats or chests. Shan-Tzu twisted just enough to see Zhao free fall from the second story, rolling as he hit the ground and pushing off without missing a beat. 

He flew into the fray, leaping on the closest opponent, a short dagger brandished ahead. They went down in a flurry of motion, Zhao standing up seconds later, the man beneath him moving no more. Shan-Tzu slashed and hacked his own way through the crowd, his eyes also managed to follow the blur of motion that was the Eagle's Talon. Enemy after enemy fell beneath Zhao's blade. A scream alerted Shan-tzu to an enemy bearing down on him, and he was seconds too late to react. The machete came down, aimed for his head. Shan-Tzu stumbled, sprawling onto his back. His assailant collapsed just as the machete made its downward arc. It clattered uselessly to the pavement a fraction of a second later. Shan-Tzu's head whipped around to see Zhao's hand still poised, his fingers empty. The enemy clutched his throat, which spewed crimson from around a protruding needle.

Shan-Tzu's eyes widened. Zhao had saved his life. Zhao nodded once, and he found he understood the gesture. 'Get your head in the game, idiot!" He scolded himself as he climbed to his feet. Zhao was already gone, and before long, the Blackdagger gang was no more. 

Zhao moved between the bodies, yanking silver needles from his targets, wiping them on a dark handkerchief and placing them back in their satchel. Every movement was calculated, deliberate. Shan-Tzu approached him, clearing his throat to announce his presence. "A-Zhao, thank you." He said quietly. Zhao glanced up at him. Their eyes locked. That familiar shiver skittered up his spine. "I've seen those eyes before."  He thought. They reminded him of Xiao Mao, the little kitten that had been a part of their lives for years. She was like a little sister to him, and the assassin's irises were so similar. Zhao shook his head and looked away, a strange shadow passing over his eyes. It passed much too quickly for Shan-Tzu to analyze it. 

"Looking back to the first time we met, I realize now how blind I was. There were so many clues, so many things that just didn’t add up. From that first brief locking of gazes, I knew. Somehow, I just knew."

It was nearing midnight and Shan-Tzu could feel the nerves rising in his chest like bile, burning the back of his throat. He had threatened to kill before, threatened to end someone’s life for the sake of his brothers or for his own honor. But here he was about to do the real thing. The threat stuck in his throat, choking off his air. The ka-bar felt cold and heavy against his back, even through the newspaper. Sweat gathered in his palms, making them clammy. He could feel the tension down his spine echoed in that of his brother that walked beside him. They were both taut as piano strings. As A-chi was still in the hospital, He and Yu Hao would be on their own for this one. Not for the first time did he question the merits of this mission. Once they did this, there was no going back.

He watched the target, the snitch that had betrayed the hand that fed him, betrayed them to the law. He was laughing, not knowing or just not caring that his fate was sealed. The brothers drew their ka-bars, launching into a charge, their long legs devouring the pavement between them. The informant caught sight of them and screamed hysterically for help, but the brothers hurtled down the sidewalk with all the inertia of full speed locomotives. Shan-Tzu swung his blade, missing the target by inches when a group of the informant’s friends swarmed, blocking their path. Yu Hao watched as the target reached the curve of the street, stopped, shuddered, then collapsed. Confusion spread over the brother’s faces when a squeal of tires rose above the shouting. The group scattered, swearing and brandishing their makeshift weapons in hollow threats. A car clearly from the Eagle Gang’s fleet pulled up and Li was ushering them inside.

A black clad figure swung into view, yanking a small silver throwing needle from the target’s throat. Yu Hao and Shan-Tzu made a break for the car and the figure followed, slamming the slider shut behind them.

“Mr. Hsiung knew you would need help, so he sent me and Zhao to assist you.” Mr. Li answered the unspoken question, gesturing to the figure in black that sat against the window of the car, staring intently out of the glass. “I don’t understand. If Mr. Hsiung knew we couldn’t do it, then why did he send us at all?” Yu Hao’s voice was hoarse from his sprint, suspicion an edge to his tone. His brother echoed his concern. “What is his purpose?” Shan-Tzu demanded. Mr. Li smiled, but that was all the answer he would provide. Shan-Tzu turned to the black clad figure, now known simply as Zhao. “Thank you A-Zhao, we really owe you one.” He said quietly. The figure glanced at him, but said nothing. Zhao was completely dressed in a black riding suit and mask, only a tiny strip of fabric missing for his eyes. Their gazes locked. Zhao’s eyes were hazel, glowing more amber than green in the half-light. They were hunter's eyes. A shiver skittered up Shan-Tzu’s spine. Something about this man set him on edge. Zhao nodded, but said nothing. “Oh, don’t expect a verbal answer. Zhao is mute.” Li explained. His explanation was met with an even deeper silence. Shan-Tzu found that he could not take his eyes off Mr. Zhao. Something about the way he sat made him think of a caged tiger, calmly watching, waiting for the right moment to strike. 

Mr. Li’s phone began ringing and a feeling of dread sank into the pit of Shan-Tzu’s stomach. It had to be the boss. Mr. Li handed the phone to A-Hao. From the look on his brother’s face, it had to have been high praise that did nothing to quell the nerves they both felt. Mr. Li dropped them off outside the apartment that A-Hao and Hsiao Yen-Tzu shared. Zhao swung out after them, shoved his hands in his pockets, and stalked down the street silently, like a cat. “Hey!” Shan-Tzu called after him, but the assassin did not stop, walking faster and disappearing around the corner. “Don’t worry about him. He never lingers long. You two should lay low for a few days too. Mr. Hsiung will contact you. Understand?” A-Li's voice was soft, his tone stern. The brothers nodded. 

A-Hao and Shan-Tzu made their way towards the apartment when they were stopped by Hsiao Yen-Tzu and Hong-Tou. Shan-Tzu met Yen-Tzu’s  wide gaze with an unwavering one of his own, while Yu Hao squirmed under her scrutiny. He tried to hide the knife behind them. “No need to hide it. I already saw it.” She remarked, coolly. Shan-Tzu watched as she stood a little straighter, staring his brother down. “Did you slash A-Pao with this knife?” She asked, her voice accusatory, but stronger than Shan-Tzu had ever heard it. A-Hao did not answer her right away, which only seemed to infuriate her. “Answer me!” She demanded. Hong-Tou made a half-hearted attempt to explain it away, but realized partway through that Yen-tzu wasn’t buying it. “Hsiao Yen-Tzu, we took them for protection. Merely in case we needed to defend ourselves. As you can see, they are untouched. Still wrapped in the newspaper.” Shan-Tzu felt the lie as it burned past his lips, but he could not bite back the words. She turned her attention back to Yu Hao. “Is this true?” She asked skeptically, and her doubt cut Shan-Tzu like a knife. Yu Hao merely nodded, but Shan-Tzu could tell by the look in her eyes that she didn’t believe it one bit. “Why would you need protection? What were you planning on doing?” Her voice was as hard and cold as he had ever heard it, and he had to admit, it was startling. “Hsiao Yen-Tzu…” Yu Hao began, but Shan-Tzu cut him off. “We have joined the Eagle Gang.” He blurted before he could stop himself. “Shan-Tzu!” A-Hao’s betrayed tone only added insult to injury. Hsiao Yen-Tzu’s expression of shock, betrayal, and fear nearly sent Shan-Tzu to his knees. He regretted his words immediately, but could not take them back nor make them any less true. “You joined a gang?” Hsiao Yen-Tzu’s voice was soft, defeated. When neither of them answered, she turned on her heel, stalking past them without another word. 

Yu Hao turned to him as she disappeared from sight. "Shan-Tzu, how could you tell her that?" He demanded, his voice venomous. "How long do you think you could hide it?!" His brother shot back. "I told her so that she has the opportunity to prepare. To decide if she wants to stay in the Underworld or not." Yu Hao's gaze flicked to his, burning through him even as the harsh words scalded the back of his throat. But A-Hao didn't speak. He didn't have to. 

Yu Hao stormed past him, stalking down the sidewalk, his hands jammed in his pockets. Shan-Tzu knew where he was going. To the park. Knew it like he knew his own name. Just as he knew he would follow after him. It was just his way.