Warning: Mature themes. Readers discretion is advised.
Shaking. She was shaking violently. Not that her body was, but her eyes were. They were shaking, trembling with white hot rage, like a thousand volcanoes were erupting in there. She sat silently by the white, fat man; and no matter how much she tried to conceal her inner wrath, he saw right through her. He wondered what had gotten her to where she was. A minor should be well tucked in her bed right now, not accompanying a man her father's age in his big bad club. And they called him a monster. He chuckled to himself.
"What's so funny? Anyways I need to go to the toilet" The old man slurred after one too many drinks.
He motioned for his henchman to take the old mob boss. When he was finally alone with her, he asked:
"What would you do for me if I killed him?" He caressed his cane, smiling but his eyes were dead serious.
She widened her big blue eyes in surprise. This was the first time he talked to her ever since she entered this VIP booth. She was sure he didn't notice her, because she was so small and the place was so damn dark. She was hesitant, weighing her options up and down. Why did this strange man say that to her? Was he a mind reader? She wasn't sure how to react, but after a few awkward seconds she decided to get up and walked over to him. She tried to play it cool and sauntered towards him, while she felt like throwing up. She plopped herself down on his lap, arms strapped around his neck. Then she leaned in, eyes searching, mouth quivering. When her lips were millimetres away from his, he turned away.
"This is not what I meant kid"
She felt hot with embarrassment. Men were always quick to compliment her looks- how youthful she was and how big her eyes were. She was creeped out by it, but at the same time it gave her the kind of confidence only grown women should possess. That being said, she wasn't used to being rejected, especially when she was the one to initiate. Clumsily, she withdrew her hands and avoided his eyes when a loud voice interrupted them.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Her owner came back all of a sudden. He looked at her incredulously while pointing his pudgy finger at her. His mouth opened again but this time no word managed to come out of that black hole because there was a bullet between his eyebrows now. Her brain was spinning and her ears were ringing, but still she tried to force her head to turn around to look at her savior. He was scrutinizing her, searching for her feelings and so did she. She didn't know what to feel; inside her was emptying out and filling up simultaneously with something she couldn't really put a name to. Still she struggled to regain her scattered wits so that in that moment, all she could focus on was the man in front of her. Because even then, despite her immature mentality, she knew that this was the moment that changed her life forever. His electric blue eyes, his green hair, his bleached skin and his blood red lips. Sure he looked familiar; she had seen him on television. Yet he felt like a completely new man to her now, because he was the first person ever to do something nice for her. They kept watching each other for god knew how long until her soft, timid voice broke the silence:
"What's your name?"
"Call me Mr J, dollface"
A/N: Here is a little prologue/one shot (depends on if I can write/ if you want to read it). Let me know if you want to see more, what you think and also your suggestions too :) There are still a lot of unanswered questions..