Chapter 2: Orientation Day

Oni Lee gazed down at the mangled corpse of Mr. Mimi in the first floor large garbage can.

"Holy fuck. This was done with a knife." Ando said as he knelt down to check the corpse of the cat. "No offense to you Lee, but I have to ask, did you do this?"

Oni Lee merely glazed at the Ando with unblinking eyes- or seemingly unblinking. It was hard to tell with that demon mask.

Ando sighed and stood up.

"Great. If whatever did this to Mimi was also behind Junpei's disappearance, do you know what that implies?"

Oni Lee stared at Ando. An intellectual giant he was not.

Deciding that an answer was probably not forthcoming, Ando continued with his imitation of a police detective (he watched enough TV to know how it worked).

"It means we have a serial killer. In Chinatown. Probably in this very apartment building. People might panic. Somebody might call the cops. "

Oni Lee finally grasped how bad that was. It meant that the police might get involved. Which meant that the PRT might be involved.

That was not good. Kenta was going to be pissed.

"You the new girl?"

Grace looked up at the crooked teeth of some Asian jackass who was leering at her wet and dirty lingerie after they stripped the Prison Uniform from her en route to a containment facility for dangerous new triggers.

The Cornell Bomber sneered at 'Jackass' and give him the mantra for good health and happiness, "Fuck you and your mother."

'Jackass' growled and was about to retort, but a rough hand shoved him away from her. A Masked Demon loomed over her.

"New Girl. You are now a member of the Asian Bad Boyz."

"The who?"

The cape tonelessly repeated his statement, "The Asian Bad Boyz."

"Wut."

""The Asian Bad B-"

"No you idiot, I meant I have no idea what the flying cocksucker the Asian Bad Boyz is. Is that some kind of third rate amatuer metal band or some shit? What are you guys even, terrorists? Who the fuck are you, Captain Kabuki?

The cape stared blankly at her, while 'Jackass' was laughing his head off. He stopped laughing suddenly and dropped to the ground while spraying blood all over the room. Captain Kabuki put his knife away.

Grace wiped a patch blood away from her right eye and and grimaced in disgust, "Ewwwww. Fucking nasty. He probably has STDs or some shit."

"Is she awake?"

Captain Kabuki looked behind him and stood up straighter.

"Yes Lung."

A hulking mass of premium man-meat entered Grace's line of sight and she whistled. If Alice Hong or Emma Bradshaw (hoes that they are) saw this guy, they would be lining up outside his dorm room with a hundred bucks in cash clutched in each hand.

The masked hulk with the metal dragon gimmick growled down at her and snorted some smoke (what the fuck?) out of his left nostril.

"I am Lung."

Grace nodded, "Yes. I get that."

"I am Lung."

"Yes. Badly mangled mandarin or hokkien for Dragon. I get that."

Dragon-man pointed towards Captain Kabuki.

"This is Oni Lee."

"Seriously, you're not Captain Kabuki?", somehow, everything that happened the past week or so didn't faze her overtly much, but the fact that Captain Kabuki wasn't actually Captain Kabuki floored her. A sudden though trickled into her consciousness and she couldn't help but run her mouth at the scary-throat-slitting-dimwit, "Fuck, don't tell me your actual real civilian name is Lee."

Oni Lee nodded his head, "Yes. My name is Lee."

Grace stared at him in disbelief.

Lung cleared his throat.

"You work for me now."

Grace narrowed her eyes.

"And if I say no?"

"Then you die."

Grace shivered and clutched her half naked body tighter around her. She thought back to her last conversation with her mother, before she left for Cornell.

"You better get perfect marks, top grades. And don't you go run off partying with those other hoes- you know how them white girls be like. And white man are shit too, useless, like your father."

"Fuck you ma, you don't get to dictate my life!"

"I am paying for your education! I am your god!"

"I am going to be more successful and more happy than you'll ever be, you useless woman!"

Grace looked up at Lung and then over at Oni Lee. They're not white. They're not hoes. So her mom was probably okay with that. But then again, they were also clearly criminals and 'bad boys'. And with a sudden glee, she realized just how much she could shove the finger up her mom's asshole.

She was going to join a fucking gang. Or Terrorist organization. Or the Yanbang. So sue her, she never bothered paying attention to the cape scene and had no idea who the two Asian superpowered freaks were. But she was gonna join them and fuck shit up.

Fuck you ma. I am a gangster. All will fear the name of Gra- no. They will fear the name of BAKUDA!

But she was gonna rebel hard. She smiled and began cackling. The reign of Bakuda was near.

"Okay, I am in. What the fuck do you guys do?"

Lung closed the car door, seated next to Grace. Oni Lee climbed into the driver's seat in front and revved up the engines. The automobile was some kind of half-illegal humvee, with oversized wheels.

The leather seats was kind of bouncy too and Grace fingered her vintage gas mask and the wife-beater that the Asians seemed to favour around her.

So Ghetto.

"Okay Lung, so what we doing? We going to hit an Empire hideout? I fucking hate Nazis. I mean, everyone does, so-"

Lung held up a hand for silence. He turned to her, Dragon Mask making him look somewhat more menacing in the early morning lighting.

"We going to be going over an average workday for us Parahumans of the ABB. Most of it is just checking up with our various assets and lieutenants, and some of the affiliated minor gangs or gambling dens and brothels that pay homage to us. We gotta show them we're no good mutha bitches and put the fear of the Dragon into them."

Grace just stared at him.

"Oni Lee, let's get started."

Grace got a firsthand account of the how the Chinatown Hood was ran. It was ghetto as fuck. The Humvee roared down a marketplace full of shoppers who screamed and fearfully backed off.

Oni Lee hopped out of the humvee and gestured for Grace to follow. Lung nodded at her, "Go with Lee and see how we do things."

"Okay, but what about you?"

"I will be sitting in the car, looking menacingly at anyone who looks at me the wrong way. Trust me, it's more effective this way. Sometimes, when I am really lazy, I get Cho- the fat idiot who lives in the apartment block you'll be staying at- to wear my mask and pretend to be me. Somehow, nobody notices the difference."

Grace stared at him in dumbfounded disbelief, and silently slipped out of her seat and followed Oni Lee into the Hong Kong styled eatery.

The owner, a Mr. Chai was whimpering in terror. His customers had long since fled.

Lee walked right up and punched Chai in the guts. The older man gasped and dropped to his knees.

Lee grabbed him by the scruff of his shirts and lifted him up.

"You peddling Empire drugs in Chinatown. It doesn't suit Asians well, we don't use that clean shit. We ghetto as fuck. So you giving some of the boys the runs when they run to the toilet. You understand what I am saying."

Chai babbled something in Cantonese and Lee punched him in the jaw and roared angrily, "Speak English, you goddamned chink! I don't get your gobbledygook!"

Grace stared at Oni Lee in confused outrage.

Finally the Demon dropped the bleeding and crying Chai on the ground.

"You buy China White from now on. Come by the warehouse at Hong Street and pick up a packet. We'll charge you only two-hundred percent more than usual. This time. Next time, we slit your throat. Bitch."

He kicked him and walked out, gesturing for Grace to follow.

"Where did you learn to talk like that? I thought you were...mentally disabled," Grace asked.

Oni Lee shrugged. "I saw it on a Hong-Kong gangster flick once. It comes easily now."

The half-Asian woman was nearly catatonic at the admission.

The Humvee crashed through the warehouse doors and Asians scrambled backwards in fear. A few scantily clad women screamed in fear.

When the dust settled, they could see Oni Lee in the driver's seat and the glowing eyes of Lung staring at them from the back seat. Some gas mask wearing bitch was sitting next to him. Most wrote her off as Lung's new squeeze.

Lung spoke from the backseat.

"You guys been fucking hoes. That's fine. Real men fuck hoes, that's natural."

The gasmask bitch twitched.

"But you've been fucking hoes that aren't mine."

Everyone froze in terror.

"Those hoes-" The Dragon of Kyushu gestured at the assortment of white, Asian and black prostitutes scattered around the warehouse,"- work for me now. I will be sending a new pimp to usher them to one of my brothels."

He then stood up.

"As for you unfaithful lecherous bastards, you'll all be fined $1000 each. Be sure to fuck Lung-certified hoes from now on. Got it?"

They nodded.

"Bring me the pimp who's running this place."

There was some jostling and finally some middle-aged guy was shoved to the front.

Lung chuckled.

"Mr. Luo. You do this to me? I bought you Wonton Soup. I had tea with your mother!"

Luo gulped audibly and wiped a chubby hand over his sweating forehead.

"L-lung. M-m-boy! Uh, I was expanding your operations for you."

Lung nodded and gestured to the unmoving gas-mask girl.

"Bakuda. Time to prove your worth. Blow this motherfucker up."

Before Mr. Luo could so much as blink, a metal orb was shoved down his mouth and the gas-mask girl was climbing back into the Humvee.

"Fuck this shit Lung, I am ready for dinner. Let's go. You two are insane."

Luo blew up before he could get a word in.

"And this is where you will be living."

The crumbling, dilapidated apartment complex was a sore point to Grace's eyes. Her mother was relatively wealthy. She came from a good part of town in a well developed city. She went to a good University.

This shit she was staring at was like staring at Michael Croft's hairy balls.

"Fuck this shit. I deserve better than this run-down ghetto crap!"

"It's Chinatown," Lee piped in. "That should explain everything."

Lung nodded, "Besides, we live here. Are you telling me the House of the Dragon is somehow unbefitting of a lowly mortal like you?"

Grace grumbled loudly.

"Come on, hoe, let's go."

"I am not a hoe."

"All women are hoes before the Dragon."

Oni Lee parked the Humvee in a out of the way garage and stretched his arms.

"I am going to sleep."

Lung nodded.

"Don't sleep too long, we have investigations to do tonight."

Grace blinked in confusion.

"Investigations?"

"Some serial killer is stalking the residents of the building. So far we have one missing man and two missing small animals."

Grace stared at the two of them.

"What the actual fuck!?"

Lung threw her a key which she caught.

"Key to your room. Don't lose it. Don't follow us. When we trust you, we will reveal our civilian identities to you. Stay down and don't cause problems."

Grace could only nod as the two men stalked off into the evening light.

Grace pushed the key into her lock and turned. There was an affirming click, and she pushed the door open.

"Okay. Even my shit dorm-room wasn't this shit."

She hefted her gym bag which she had stashed her costume and mask in and was about to waltz in when a female voice called out to her.

"Oh, you the new girl?"

Grace turned around and came face to face with the dead sorrowful eyes of some crazy tall white bitch in a wife-beater (what was with the wife-beaters?).

"Hi. Name's Taylor. What's your name?"

Grace just stared at her. She closed her eyes and groaned.

"No fucking way. Are you telling me they segregated white people together? I am not even full white! This place is so racist it's not funny!"

Taylor just stared at her for a bit and she smiled and chuckled.

"You're new to Brockton Bay aren't you?"

Grace sighed and nodded. "Yeah. Name's Grace."

"Nice to meet you Grace. Us white hoes should stick together huh?"

"I am not a hoe."

"Chillax, it's a figure of speech."