#pre amon

[[Titled after Stalker by The Pillows.]]

Fancy meeting you again. Mind going away now?

Maybe if I pretend real hard, he'll disappear.

Dreams aren't meant to be this annoying. Fine, I'll wake up.

Those are really nice eyebrows, actually.

Let's get on with business.

Wow, we've got a real pro here.

Possibly being too nice, but I reward effort.

Jian, you damn piker.

Who needs an education anyway?

frogman-eunsoo said: Is this really the time to be sending me fic prompts, bro? I’m kinda at work right now…

*A crude drawing of something that could either be a narwhal or a penis being boarded by a giant squid*

The one thing he'd always disapproved of was bringing children into situations like these. It was a potential mess in the making. They never stayed put, always getting their noses trapped where their curiosity took them. They couldn't keep their mouths shut and if policing an adult's wagging tongue was already bad enough, the only way to truly silence a child was... professionalism aside, there wasn't a man or woman who would look forward to that. Well, unless you were Madhouse Liang. But no one counted that creepy fuck Liang. Everyone called him the Baby Killer behind his back for a reason.

If Shin was even slightly higher in the seniority, he'd be having words with whichever idiot thought it would be a good idea to bring Skoochy along as a lookout. But he wasn't, so he kept his trap shut. He could still spot the boy in the shadows of a neighboring alley. Shin and the others were standing together beneath a dirty street lamp where they could see as a curtain shift in a window up above. They were there for a man named Jade Fingers Cheung, on personal business. He knew they were there and they knew that he knew they were there.

Half an hour had passed since they had taken their obvious position in the street -- more than enough time for Cheung to get his woman and kids out of the house and face them alone. It didn't seem like he was going to, though. Either he was hoping to hide behind his family or he was too out of his mind scared to think of their wellfare. Neither made for a very good impression on Shin. Beside him, Baby-Face Ming snorted, "This is exactly why I'm never getting knocked up." On the other side of Shin, Ping nervously lit a flame in his palm, let it flicker out and re-lit it again.

The sun set and with dusk arrived, the men and women of Triple Threat Triad assembled. They came in threes, wearing their colors and their finest coats.

When Zolt's custom Rose-and-Gold Sportscar pulled alongside the crowd, they split and formed two facing lines that lead from the purring car, through the wide open doors and straight to a large, circular table prepared for a celebratory banquet. Patterned red silk was draped over tables and scrunched lopsidedly along the ceiling as bunting. Amber wine-filled glasses arranged atop a large ice passionflower glowed warmly under a chandelier whose typical clear crystal settings had been swapped with a glittering rainbow array. Shady Shin stepped out and opened the driver-side door. They bowed at once.

In unison, they shouted, "Big Boss!"

The sun was setting, the industrial fog of the Sato-owned plants turning the orange-red sky a sickly puce that reminded Shady Shin of an old lady's bad henna. Round three thousand of negotiations and a pocketful of cash meant he was getting a little closer with closing a deal with several of the local engine shops, but it was still too open for comfort. So far Triple Threat was the only family with their eyes on the chop shops and hardware suppliers, but it was only a matter of time before the other, far more established, Triads took notice.

Shin's style was a lot less handsy than his predecessor and the shop owners were taking well to that. But... and there was always a but, that meant they were less afraid of him.  Shin suspected there were one or two bosses hoping to take him for a ride. He was going to have to do something about that. 

Irritation mounting, Shin stomped on the gas, intending to speed his way down the empty main road... when suddenly, a girl on a yellow moped appeared out of nowhere.

"YUE'S TITS," Shin cursed. He was almost right on her. He yanked hard on the handbrake and sent the wheels into a spin. As he and the Satoracer skidded, circling around her, his vision blurred and the world passed in slow-motion. The smokestack overhead puffed three times, a flock of white birds took flight. He could see the girl's hair (long and dark). She had well formed lips (and very nice lipstick). The spin stopped and he nearly brain himself on his own steering-wheel.