There is something about going over hundreds of miles an hour that made sense to Yin. The inertia making it seem like he was just gliding over the road, not even apart of this world. His body was blurring with his motorcycle, becoming a part of him as he weaved through traffic. Passing the cars without a second thought, his environment just a haze of bright lights. He, sadly, had to pull away from his tranquil thoughts to focus on his mission. Speak to Junior.
The music was blaring, making the walls of the club shake with every bass drop. He couldn't help but feel his head bumping to the beat at just the right times. His hands retreated into the pockets of his golden leather jacket, some of his blonde hair falling over his left eye. He flicked it out of his sight, a devious smirk running across his face.
Had this been a pleasure trip, he could see himself on the dance floor. With a drink in one hand and a lovely lady in the other. He shook those thoughts out of his mind, making sure to not lose sight of the objective.
He looked at the bar, seeing Junior taking his seat. Yin, having been here multiple times already, recalls his dear old 'friend's' appearance almost by heart.
His scruffy black beard, his black vest and freshly pressed linen button up shirt. He was hunched over the bar, his hands around his drink with a look of an overworked club owner. Yin walked towards the bar, making sure to take the seat right beside Junior. Yin dusted off the seat, humming the bass drops to himself. Junior turned, only to look immediately forward as soon as he saw who it was. Junior watched Yin out of the corner of his eye as he took his seat.
Yin winked at the waitress, giving her a finger gun and firing at her. She sent him a smirk back, leaning over the counter to hear him.
"Your strongest stuff." Yin said, smiling. He looked over her body, before winking once more. "A double, if you wouldn't mind darling."
"There are a lot of other seats..." Junior said negligently, taking a sip of his drink. Yin chuckled, turning to Junior. He rested his right arm on the counter, his other on his knee.
"But there is only one seat right next to you." Yin answered, his eyes looking over at the two lovely ladies sitting beside Junior. One in a red dress and the other in a white. Junior nodded towards them, waving them off. They left, not forgetting to shoot Yin a nasty look.
"Nice girls." He said, waving them off. He nudged Junior's side, feeling him move away at first contact. "How much do they cost? Or are they a package for protection?"
"What do you want, Yin?" Junior asked, in a huff. Yin didn't lose his smile nor his cool, as he leaned in and reached into his pocket.
Yin pulled out his picture, showing it to him. "I'm looking for this person. You've seen 'em?"
"Not at all. Now leave." Junior said after glancing it for a moment, before taking a long drink. "Now leave."
"I don't think you understand..." Yin said, before grabbing Junior by the collar and slamming him onto the bar. The waitress watched, still filling Yin's drink while watching her boss being manhandled right in front of her. Yin knew he had to act quick, he could already hear his personal security coming to aid Junior. "I really need to find out."
"You'll pay for this." Junior said, before Yin smirked. Yin grabbed Junior by the leg, swinging him around and tossing him to a structure made of glass. It shattered on impact, the dancers leaving the dance floor the moment they heard the sound of glass shattering against the floor.
Yin grabbed Junior's drink, drinking the rest of it and tossing the glass away. He turned to the waitress, holding his hand out for his drink. She handed it to him, seeing him hold his hand up, telling her to wait. He leaned over the counter, pulling out a few bills and writing his number on one of them. After blowing her a kiss goodbye, he handed them to her and motioned her to the door.
Raising the drink in her honor, he downed the drink in a single swig.
"Not strong enough." He mumbled, before turning around and leaning against the bar. He saw a dozen men with swords pointing at him, ready to strike. He smirked, laying his empty glass on the counter and knocking his knuckles together. His forearm braces moved and formed a sort of gauntlet around his hand. The golden Valen metal were layered on his fingers, not allowing any sort of weak points on his hands.
With his knuckles protruding with large spikes and his fingers armored, he cackled as he moved towards them. He charged without any hesitation, sending a heavy haymaker into his opponent's cheek. The bodyguard flew back, leaving nothing but his black shoes in his spot. Yin stomped the ground, a bit of the floor breaking off and jumping up into the air.
The inscriptions on the back of his gauntlet began to glow gold. He punched the piece, the rubble turning into a tipped spike and hitting another bodyguard dead in the chest. Yin saw a sword being swung his way, reacting fast. He caught it in his grip, before jumping up and kicking the man in the face. The man was sent sliding across the dance floor, the sword still in his hand.
"I guess you could say, there is Blood on the Dan-" Yin started, before hearing the sound of cocking rifle. He turned around, seeing the DJ pulling out a machine gun and begin to lay waste. Before Yin could move, he knew several bullets would hit him before he could bling.
He squeezed his hands shut tight, the armor on his forearms extending and encompassing both of his arms. His armor covered clear up to his shoulders. He raised them to block the bullets, feeling the pieces of iron and metal ricochet off of his arms. He held his stance, waiting to hear the faint click of an empty magazine.
As soon as he heard it's faint clink, he charged the DJ. He jumped, landing infront of the DJ.
"You ruined my joke!" Yin shouted, before he sent an uppercut into his chin. The hit knocked the DJ's bear mask off of his head and up off his feet. Yin sent a front kick into the DJ's stomach, slamming him into the wall. The DJ slammed into the wall, creating a noticeable crater in the wall.
Then he heard a different kind of clicking sound. He turned around, seeing the two girls standing on the dance floor. He noticed the blades on the one in white's shoes making the sound.
"Mei? Who is he?" Miltia asked, grinding the blades edges on her hands. Mei shrugged, uncrossing her arms.
"I don't know, Militia. But we need to teach him a lesson." Melanie stated, narrowly watching Yin. Yin smirked, jumping off the DJ podium and landing before the girls. He clapped his hands, looking between the both of them.
"Ladies! Please! There is more than enough of me to go around!" He said, before Miltia lunged at him. She sent a straight punch, Yin ducking to the left. She threw her arm out to the right, her blades edges missing him by inches.
"Woah! Please! I don't hit a lady-" Yin started, before Melanie jumped and kicked him dead in the chest. He fell onto his back, shaking his head. He looked towards them, thinking he was seeing double. Then he remembered he was fighting twins. "Alright, that' wasn't nice." He jumped onto his feet, shaking his hair out.
Mei rushed forward, jumping up and kicking him. Yin raised his arms to block the hit, only to get elbowed hard in the side by Militia.
Yin stumbled back, holding his bruised side. He groaned softly to himself, barring his teeth in agony. "Alright then...time to you a lesson."
He moved towards Militia first, his hands up in a fighting stance. She sent several jabs towards him, each one being deflected his armored forearms. When she pulled back for a cut, he struck. He grabbed onto her left wrist, throwing her up into the air. He moved out of the way, letting her fall to the floor. He heard a hard 'thunk' from behind, crossing her off. Melanie grew furious, jumping towards him. Yin, however, expecting it this time.
He caught her foot when she was closing in, and threw her hard towards the wall of the DJ stand. She hit the wall, knocking the DJ equipment over on impact. She collapsed onto the floor.
"Sorry about that!" Yin said, holding a fist over his mouth. He really did feel bad over hurting these poor girls. He watched Militia walk away, or more accurately, limp away.
"Call me!" He said, his smile fading away. "Sorry again..." He heard some nonchalant walking from behind him, then a sharp whistle. He turned around, smirking in delight. He saw Junior, a rocket launcher in hand.
"You'll pay for that." Junior said, before aiming the weapon towards Yin.
"The girls or the drink?" Yin asked, just before the rockets shot out and homed in on him. Yin stomped the ground, bits of rubble flying into the air. He send several quick jabs, the pieces of dance floor hurdled towards the rockets and making exploding them. He hit the last piece of rubble, the explosions leaving clouds of dust. That's when he heard Junior shouting.
Out of the dust cloud, Junior rushed him. He slammed the bat into Yin's stomach, then up into his side. Yin took several steps back, before Junior wound up and slammed the bat dead into Yin's temple, and sent him flying back. Rolling over several times before landing on his knees and rushing Junior. He ducked under another swing, chuckling. He slammed his elbow into Junior's throat, stunning him.
He sent a flurry of a dozen body shots into Junior, each one feeling more and more of his body turning into slush. After one last body shot, Yin decided to finish with a powerful right hook. On impact, Junior flew back. He began rolling onto his stomach, coughing violently. He looked up, seeing Yin casually walking towards him. He reached into his back pocket, and pulled out a handgun. Without hesitating, he shot for Yin's head. He then heard a hollow metal sound.
The armor extended over Yin's shoulders and his head, Yin's purple eyes glowing bright through the eye slits of his armored helm. He knocked his knuckles together, his inscriptions on his arms and hands glowing once more. He started to charge Junior, his roar of fury shattering the glass as he passed. Junior stood up, his weapon limp in his hand.
Junior was hit full force in the chin, flying back and shattering the glass window behind him and falling into the street. Junior landed with a violent thump. Yin landed beside him, his armor retracting back into his bracers. Yin was heaving, his hands on his knees. He looked up, seeing a familiar red cloak. Ruben stood across from him, his eye brow raised.
"Yin?" Ruben asked, almost wondering if he really was standing before his older brother.
"Yeah? Sup, bro?" Yin said, wiping the sweat off of his cheeks. Ruben walked over to Junior, seeing his cheeks black and blue and his shallow breaths.
"Yeah..." Yin started, chuckling a bit. He leaned onto his heels, letting out a breath. "There's a story to this incident..."
Yin Xiao Long. 17. Yellow.