Odium

(Hong Kong x Reader)

I have to ask…does anyone even remember this story? No seriously, it’s been nearly a year since I posted the opening chapter, I know it’s late but I’m hell bent on continuing my stories despite how many of them there are. Anyways, here’s to the first official chapter of Odium, I hope it’s to your liking.

Incase you’re new here’s the prologue: miabia100.deviantart.com/art/O…

Mature themes ahead.

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Chapter 1: 94^th Customer     

    “Oh come on Wang, you can trust him with the duds.” An older male leaned up against the counter top of the corner store; a new shipment of goods had recently made its way in there. “How can you say no to that face?” He spoke to the vacant counter, no one was in site—well, at least it appeared as such. The rustling of the beaded open doorway showed a younger man, perhaps somewhere in his late teens to early twenties, he glared harshly down to the shorter male whom still carried a temperament smile. “I knew I’d get you eventually.” Leon scuffed towards the man before speaking up, with about the same emotion as a brick.

       “Of course, Li, for the right price, I could make anything possible.” Leon pressed out, pulling a grey envelope from his large sleeves, a slight smile present on his cream lips. “I of course expect compensation.” Leon completed, Li simply stared at his hand, the envelope filled with enough to last him for the next few months. He hesitated before snatching it, throwing him a small bag filled with bullets of sorts.

       “Yes, yes of course, I’ll be back in the coming months. Call me if you need me.” Li turned and made his way to the door, when two more men blocked his way, both tall and oriental. “What is this?”

       “They, are here as a warning. If your lanky fucks up, at all, I’ll send them out.” Leon spoke with a sharp tongue, his lips un moving. Li nodded quickly before rushing out of the small corner store. “Follow him.” The two large men looked to each other before leaving the store to stalk their prey. “That was almost too easy.” A gun shot could be heard in the distance, Leon simply shook his shoulders and re entered the beaded dean. “That didn’t take very long.” 

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       The sun was bright against me eyes causing me to squint in utter annoyance. I grimaced as I shielded my eyes from the UV rays before strutting slowly into the duplex.  It was a warm day, warmer than usual in the cold city, so unlike the masses of course, the people of Moscow were always very lively.  Today felt….like something was going to happen, something that even I, a person giftedly keen, would not notice. I rolled my eyes as yet another escort tried to gain my attention while I was in town; the scent of cigarettes and hairspray wafted up my nose as I tried to consul the rapidly gaining women.

       “I don’t speak much Russian, but, nyet.” I pulled an emphasizes before bolting passed her. I’d never wanted to be caught up in such a life style but someone had to pay the bills. I thought I was done, finished, caput, but for someone to stay so lavish and up to beat on things without having to do too much work seemed like a good idea to me. Plus, I needed a way to get back home, I loved Russia but I missed being able to fluently converse about anything without having to worry about misconduct.

       “Come on…” I growled under my breath, the constant beeping of the over sized hotel was driving me insane, the stupid elevator was too slow and I think I may have caught the eyes of a few pervs. This next client was sure to pay off my bills for the next ten years, stupid foreigner. “You should always check the currency of the country you are visiting.” I giggled as the doors had finally slid open, the scent of mothball and air freshener dug its hooks deep into my nose as I inhaled to catch my breath, disgusting. I shook away the trivial thoughts as the elevator hummed with content as I bolted up the next fifteen or so floors, the penthouse was my destination. I pulled out a few breath mints, puffed up my hair and checked for condoms, I was not planning on catching AIDS on my last job, fuck that, pun intended.

       I move over to the door and knocked gently, the sound of clothing and other assortments could be heard rustling in the background but I took little notice to it having the more time wasted the more money I’d gain. I played with my nails as footsteps approached the door before pouting my lips out like a professional. The door finally opened revealing a disheveled young man, whom looked about fourteen or fifteen, I was slightly taken back. “Uh…sorry about the wait, please come inside.” I crossed my arms before entering, slightly spectacle about the youngling, I wasn’t that much older then him, but the youngest I’d ever received was about twenty-two in my two years of service, Daddy Diamonds made sure of that back in the States. “Please excuse the mess, I actually have a flight to catch after this.” I simply nodded and took a seat on the bedspread; the room was nice, beyond nice, an expensive hotel room in the center of Moscow for a boy this young? Odd but possible.

       “Yes…that’s great.” I began to remove my shirt, throwing him the laydown for my services, he looked taken back. “Alright, my prices range from two hundred to eight hundred, I don’t do raw and I don’t do facials, I had a bad experience.” I was very stern with these rules. “If you try anything, anything at all, I have a pimp who would just love to meet you.” The boy was simply amazed; he stared at me before taking a seat besides me. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?” He nodded. “Why is it that you require my services for your first time? I’m just curious, you don’t have to answer.” I laughed as his face went red.

       “Well, you see…I didn’t exactly call for you because I was in need of your services but because I wanted some easy company.” My face scrunched up as I sat up to take my leave. “Wait! I’ll still pay you, whatever you want I got it..!” He pulled out wads and wads of rubles, “please, I don’t have very long.” I moaned in annoyance, I looked over the packed up suitcase and the open window in the corner of the king worthy room before sighing.

       “I’m too nice.” He smiled softly as I sat back down, our conversation jetting off nearly immediately, he was a boy far from home, his name was Mathieu and he was from Canada as random as that sounds, he’d recently run away from home with his fathers bank account on dial, the kid was just fourteen. “Listen…you should probably get home soon, I don’t think this was the best of ideas.” Mathieu simply smiled before nodding, “why did you come to Russia of all places?” He pondered for a moment before speaking up, his light violet eyes faded.

       “Because I love the snow, and Russia just seemed like the perfect place to fulfill my needs, I know, dumb.” I chuckled before nodding,

       “But for good reason so all is forgiven.” I sat up as the clock ticked twelve. “I believe you should get going, just leave me whatever you have left from your three week spree.”  Mathieu nodded solemnly before handing me his wallet. “Hey kid, aren’t you going to need to show them your ID, your passports in here too.” I spoke up; he didn’t seem to care either way, his frames tinted slightly like something out of a movie.

       “Don’t you think the city is prettiest at night?” His gaze was towards the open window, despite the warmth from earlier it was beginning to cool down, snowing once again.

       “I suppose but again, here’s your stuff.” I handed him the things to which he declined once again, my patience was running thin, I wanted to get ready to get out of this sinful city sometime soon and this was prolonging it.

       “I won’t need them were I’m going. There’s a note inside, please send it to the address on my ID.” Before I could open my mouth for protest Mathieu ran towards the window and leaped out from it. I quickly sprinted towards it, but it was far too late to save him, we were on the 94^th floor. The snow seemed to cover his form as he practically fell through clouds of white, the city lights blinking below and around us, I couldn’t even hear as he hit the asphalt, but I did hear the screams of people as well as slurred Russian. Afraid I’d be trialed for the kid’s suicide I speeded towards the door, gripping the wallet and ID, thinking of what he’d asked me to do mere minutes ago.

       “God dammit I’m too nice.” I quickly took my leave and took a flight of stairs rather than the slow elevator, for a last day on the job this was turning out to be rather daunting. Soon I was down the stairs and out the door, the police were rushing to the nearest elevator and many of the socialites were making their way out of the hotel as well.

        “эй ты, шлюха!” I heard from my left, a bellboy was glaring daggers at me, and a few policemen turned towards me, whatever it was he’d said it had directed them to me. I paled before pushing through the crowd only for more Russian to be yelled my way, I pushed hard onto the pavement as I rushed down the street, the sound of footsteps close behind, I shuffled through a few back ways and even around a few bins, the shadows of the night doing well to hide my revealing form.

       “разделять!” The footsteps soon split up, running past my secluded corner, I breathed a sigh of relief before leaving the side of the building, the streets of Moscow now packed. I pulled out the dead kids wallet, staring at the rubles, I’d be able to convert them when I got back to the States.

       “Maybe now I can make my esc—“ I’d run into something rather soft, I looked up to meet with a pair of hard almond eyes; they seemed to glimmer in the darkness. “I—I swear I didn’t kill him.” The man continued to look at me with a refined look before turning to annoyance. He pushed me off of him giving me a better look at him, he was rather short for a man, and looked oriental. Perhaps he was Chinese or something? I couldn’t tell. His short hair was a dark ebony and his lips were pushed down in a stale frown, he didn’t seem too pleased to see me.
       “You….” He droned out, his voice was deeper than I’d expected, a slight accent could be heard but his English was nearly perfect which seemed out of place. “Are you Big Daddy Diamonds girl?” I blinked once and then twice, my pimp wanted me? I thought I’d escaped him when I’d come here. He read my look quickly before grabbing my arm harshly, yanking me into the building besides us, I nearly screamed when I’d heard cop dogs in the distance.

       “What the fuck are you doing?” I grumbled out, pulling my arm away from him, he pushed me into a barstool. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.” I lied through my teeth as I watched him light a cigarette.

       “I don’t care if you lie on him, but if you lie to me we’re going to have a problem. Like I said before, that ridiculous clown owes me money.” I sat still for a moment, what does this have to do with me? The older boy simply rolled his eyes before blowing a few puffs of smoke. “You’re my captive until the debit is paid, jìnǚ.” I didn’t know a lick of mandarin but I was sure it was offensive, and what the hell did Diamonds do? Was I the only one he’d offered? How did he know that I was in Russia? Was this a punishment? I could feel my hands shake in utter fear, I was so close, so damn close to escaping this life and here I am again, back under someone else’s command. 

       “I just wanted to go home.”

End of chapter one