he yang

25/01/1999

aquarius

undecided stance

henchman

surface

biual

no one

booked n' busy

dual pov

average

paras (3)

please be patient

ate autumn. The fiery leaves were covering concrete ground, skin biting chill crawling all over as the sun went behind the horizon, darkness blanketing the sky. There were street lights, offered semblance of false hope and warmth. He breathed heavily, counted hundred as if it were any regular prank. No one came out. He was left all alone in the autumn chill to die or survive on his own. He wasn't raised as a quitter. Or so the woman taking care of him taught him so.

he spoke of cold, bitterness spilling of his lips with each and every word uttered. He wandered from streets to parks to alleyways. Wondered and wondered until his feets were frozen and tired. Not everyone was generous like the lady he used to know: he had gained information that much. Resorting to stealing, he stole not only once or twice but again and again, hiding in crooks and crannies of alleyways. It is mad dog world, no one has your back except you. He was so young and naive, full of hope, the zeal to survive, preserve as long as he could no matter the wretched reality.

[tw// implied ual assault] For months he survived on his own; his once clean visage was full of scratches, hair dirty, lips busted, and the brilliant umbers dull like the muddy water he uses to bathe. There was a hope still —it would get better. He would crawl out of that hell hole once his body grows up, seek a manual labour job. Luxury isn't necessity, he grasped that much by then. A loaf of fresh bread and soup would be nice way of living. He was merely twelve back then.

Move to couple of months forward, his nativity was stripped in the most inhumane way. Hurt and bartered, he managed to escape with vengeance. And there, in the darkest corners of the city he met his saviour. It was no fairy tale saving. The man further corrupted him but armed him as well. Two years later, a fifteen year He Yang made name himself as he took down a terf all by himself —there are lies mixed with truth as how and when he managed to do so remains a secret.

ne of the perks of having a scrawny teen's build, Yang would say, is the ability to hide one's blood lust and by passing as hormonal angry teen. It was one of the reason why Wei, the man who picked him up from the streets and made him whatever he is, liked about him. The man was loathsome yet he was the only one Yang would come for comfort, their relationship always being the topic amongst their underlings. Their —it was evident he would succeed the man. And it was obvious who out an end to Wei's reign.

Nineteen and he was irrevocably the sole leader of tian long. He reformed the group — his most trusted aids are the one he personally recruited since he was introduced to Wei. People like him; detached from the world and mortal desires, i.e., love. Yang thinks it is a waste of an emotion and exist to drag you down.

Yang doesn't concern himself with right or wrong, as long as there's money involved, he will do it. The consequences? Humanity can die and he could care less. His service is called for political subjugation of pro bender organisation most of the time —a ruthless killing without much suspicion. Well, people do suspect, but the lack of evidence can't do much.