001 – Bǐ

Seoul was parted in 7 territories. All under control of one leader each. There may be other leaders in the town, but they all had one to answer to. After the wave of anti-mutant wars and mutants fighting back, few powerful leaders rose to the top in all the chaos.

One of the most powerful with the most followers and the one who was most feared out of all, was the Dragon. He was of Chinese ancestry, but after having been dragged to the Korean country by slave-traders he decided to stay. He despised his Chinese name, and would roast anyone daring to say it out loud, except a few who he knew would give him great inconveniencies. He was tall, lean, pale skin and blonde short hair. His brown eyes may deceive you to think he was human but if you stand near you will feel it. He’s hotter than a flame and sometimes you could see the fire under his skin. It glowed orange and moved around, mostly centered in his chest. He was anger itself, but he was wise. He lived through several dynasties and knew how to stay at the top. He was a general once when people was in awe, but after America’s decease of fear of mutants and the thought of overpowering them came to Korea, the Dragon was forced into hiding. He went underground, but he was there and he was still strong. He went by the name Winwin. A nickname given to him by a mere secretary of one of the other bosses. He didn’t want to kill that boy so he thought it amusing to keep that name. The ones closet to him called him by that name, but those beneath him called him Dragon. No bullets could pierce his skin, no arrows and no swords, with age he only got wiser and stronger.

He owned the area around the palace and other places in the mountains. He liked darkness better than being in the light of the sun and the other six knew that.

In his palace was a big apartment building that was never finished. There he gave refuge to the outcasts, to those on the run and no police or secret agency could infiltrate that. He had made it a place of warmth and acceptance and his room was at the very bottom in the basement. The whole basement that was. He loved the colors gold and purple and vintage furniture and decorations made the room look like it belonged to a king. He did not go by that title though, because “kings was destined to die”. He was not.

A teenage boy was running through the grass outside of the building in the pouring rain. His eyes glowed yellow at all times and he was as pale as death itself. People felt him coming from miles away in their hearts and their minds. He was usually avoided; except by the man in lead. His combat boots slid to a stop in the gravel and he waved a hand towards the world behind him. A yellow glow seemed to surround the building, and the guards without trouble let him in. He was cold and freezing, lips tinted blue and hair drenched. He passed by yet another set of guards to go to the basement. As soon as he entered the staircase he felt the well-known warmth and stopped for a second to feel it sink into his skin. He ran a hand through his drenched hair and eyed the torches on the walls, then he ran down the stone stairs.

  “What is the hurry, Chenle?” A deep voice asked him and he raised a hand in greeting as he shed off his black leather jacket.

  “Got news.” He said and turned to look at the man who had draped his long body over a purple Grecian couch. He was clad in light clothes and most of his chest was exposed, he only dressed up if he needed to leave the basement. The boy was unfazed by this, eyes fixed on the dark eyes watching him. Then Chenle let his eyes run over the room as if looking for something or someone. The man on the couch raised a brow and followed the others gaze without the same interest.

  “He’s not here.” He replied, knowing who the other was looking for. As he spoke he sat up, letting his feet drop over the edge of the Grecian couch and they landed on the carpet below. He straightened his back and inhaled, as he did; light seemed to dance below his skin.

Chenle grinned and closed his eyes. He nodded and looked at the other. “How do you know if I’m telling the truth then?” He asked. This made the other smile softly, but the eyes were stern and it seemed to remove the playfulness in the teenager’s eyes.

  “What is it?”

The teenager stood straight like a servant in front of his master. “Paid a little visit to my friend’s school. He is a new member of the new clan, that kills the people who think they’re inferior to others.” Chenle said and the man in front of him huffed. “So yeah, it’s a bunch of angry students who are done with being used, and they recently killed one of our competitors.”

The man frowned. “What?” He asked which was unusual of him. He rarely showed confusion. Chenle didn’t seem to mind.

  “Well, you know the gang who sells drugs coming in from China? The very leader who surprisingly is also the director of the school council has been using money that should go to school for his own liking. A clear target of the Youth. So they got to him and now the son must be in charge.”
The man stood and he inhaled deeply. Chenle wiped sweat off his forehead; it was very hot standing so close to the other.

  “Winwin, that’s the first time two of the 7 have actually interacted. This sounds like war.” Chenle said but he knew Winwin thought the same.

  “I need to speak with both of them. I need to greet the new Boss. He needs to fear me like his father did.” Chenle pointed to himself and Winwin chuckled a long and deep sound. Lulling as if from a bigger being than his thin frame. “I don’t need your help, thank you for offering it to me.”

  “At your service.” Chenle beamed and earned a fond look from the other.

  “Doyoung will try to get to him.” Winwin said with a sudden hatred in his voice. Chenle’s face hardened.

  “He wouldn’t dare.”

  “Lucas doesn’t know who he’s messing with. He’s angry and ruthless. Acting like a terrorist.” Winwin said and ran a hand over his face. “First the new kid, then Lucas.”

  “I’ll see who I can get a hold of.” Chenle bowed and then Winwin raised a finger and it made Chenle freeze in the position of getting ready to run.

  “The secretary. He’s still there?”

Chenle would be stupid not to notice the interest in Winwin’s voice. “Yes, he’s probably arranging Boss Kim’s funeral as we speak.”

  “Ask him to arrange a meeting for me. Tell him to be there too.” Winwin smiled and then the smile dropped. “Then tell your friend, Jisung, to get his mess of a leader to meet me at the school Renjun went to. It’s in the outskirts of town.”

Chenle nodded eagerly. “Sure. Right now?”

Winwin gave him a look. It was enough for Chenle to run up the stairs. The Dragon was unaffected by the hysteria Chenle inflicted on people. Sometimes the teenager didn’t do it on purpose. Freaked out his closest friend Renjun a lot, but Winwin was sure the boy would learn how to use it at some point. He had to learn. He had already experienced casualties that he didn’t feel because of his lack of emotions, all connected to his powers.
The dragon walked over to his giant mirror, looking at his glowing chest. Light moved around beneath his kin and Winwin exhaled slowly letting the fire out. Soft flames crept up his throat and danced from his lips. Winwin sealed them shut again. He was a fire-being, but that didn’t mean he could stop the fire.
 

It was in a large building that the office occupied. Chenle had to get his name written down, but he had dressed himself in his uniform, tricking those around him into thinking he was just a student. Chenle had not been a student in a while. The front desk did not contain the one he was looking for. Up the many levels of the glass building, he finally found the one he was looking for. It was a room with two halls going down to the left and right. The lights had a yellow glow, but a large window let in the daylight behind the large wooden desk belonging to a small petite man. Chenle smiled and walked over. At the sight of the student the man behind the desk pushed against his desk sending him in a safer distance. “Sending kids again now?”

  “Not just any kid.” Chenle replied with a grin. “It’s your favorite.” He assured the other.

The man brushed his brown hair out of his face, but it flopped back down to cover his forehead. He was wearing glasses and the brown orbs behind them did not stay on Chenle for long. He knew who he was facing, he’d been sent to deal with the Dragon many times by his boss who obviously didn’t dare come face to face with the immortal being. This meant meeting Chenle and the other teen, Renjun. Who both had big roles to play.

  “I haven’t quite decided who should be my favorite yet.” He spoke carefully, but without showing fear and Chenle found himself impressed by the other.

  “Well, point is,” Chenle said and leaned on the desk, tilting his head while waiting for other to look him in the eye. “The Dragon wants a meeting with your new Boss.” Chenle said and noticed the other gulp visibly, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. Chenle eyed the other. “Wants you there too.” He decided to add and the other’s eyes finally met his without moving away. Chenle couldn’t help but smirk at the sudden color in the other’s cheeks. “Deal?”

The brunet cleared his throat. “Let me arrange it with the Boss, he’s very busy with the funeral at the moment.”

Chenle nodded. “You must be too. What a shame. Poor fellow probably deser- I mean did not deserve it. That’s what you should say, Chenle, nicely done.” The secretary seemed to ignore the student who was now talking to himself.

  “I’ll ask him immediately.” The other said and stood. Chenle pushed himself off the desk. The secretary moved around the desk, he was wearing leather shoes and all black. It was unusual of him not to wear color. Chenle drummed his nails over the desk, the secretary knocked on a door down the hall, he was granted entrance by a rather light voice, Chenle noticed. The other wanted to peek but knew he shouldn’t reveal his yellow eyes just yet. It was not a pleasing trait he’d gotten to know. He looked like a zombie somebody said. Well, he had been driven mad and was probably half-dead anyway.

The secretary spoke in an insisting voice. “Sir, I would advise you to make space for him. Did you read your father’s notes?”

  “I’ve read them! But I haven’t met them. Why the hell would he write; ‘Secretary Quan is good at handling meetings with the mutants?’” Chenle shuddered at the word. He hated that.

  “Because,” Kun began but seemed to stop himself. “You can do better than your father. Meet the Dragon in person, and prove to the lowly men, who thinks you’re a , that you’re braver than they could ever be!”

Chenle knew if someone who didn’t have as charming a smile as him had spoken like that to the Dragon…. They would have to call Johnny from the Incubus’ gang to stop the raging fires. Chenle found himself giggling though at the word ‘’. He could only imagine what this Boss must look like. Nothing much, he guessed.

  “I appreciate your support, Secretary Quan. You’ve always been a good friend.”

  “And now I’m your partner, so let’s work together. I’ll teach you everything you need to know about the other six, but if you get on the good side of this one, you’ll survive a lot longer than your father, I promise you.”

  “He was murdered. Executed.” The voice was as beautiful as a flute or more like a violin. Yet it wavered when it spoke those words. Chenle gritted his teeth and eyed the view of the city. “The Dragon or whatever, they all want to meet me, won’t they?”

  “Yes.” His secretary replied. “You better get ready.”

  “Then schedule it.” The other sounded unsure. Chenle waited for the other to walk out. The secretary closed the door gently then strutted towards Chenle, but he went back to his desk.

  “Friday night. To the Dragon’s liking.”

  “Kyungbok Palace.” Chenle said, tilting his head back, yellow eyes looking blank in the bright daylight. The secretary nodded. Chenle headed for the elevator before he turned around. “What was your name again?” The doors opened and Chenle took two steps backwards and pressed a button. When he looked up the secretary had his gaze fixed on the computer screen.

  “Kun.”

Chenle nodded. “How could I forget?” He asked himself and the doors closed. The secretary exhaled in relief.

STYRKE = Danish for "Strength"
Bǐ = Chinese for "Many"

( I could write this but I have other things to write too, but you know, if people like it a lot I could post it)