Mushu's Assassin

Chapter Two

As I stepped off the bullet train, the rain stopped and the sun was peaking through the clouds.

"That's a good sign" I whispered.

It was almost midnight when I finally made it to where Shang was.

It was a small brick building in the outskirts of Nara. It was old and it was falling apart in some areas, but it was nice. It had a big bay window on the first floor, vines were growing all over the building and it had one light by the front door that was on. I walked in through the front door. It was nice on the inside, with hanging plants, blue and green wallpaper and minimal furniture. I smiled at the old man sitting behind the desk.

"How are you?" He asked.

"I'm good" I stood in front of him, "I'm looking for a friend and I was told he was staying here"

He grabbed a book and flipped it open, "What's his name?"

"Li Shang"

The old mans hand stopped and he looked up at me, "Who are you?"

"I'm a friend of Shangs"

His eyes narrowed, "He hasn't had anyone visit him in the two years he's been here"

I sighed, "I live in China and I came to visit him"

His hand was moving under the desk, "He doesn't have any friends"

Just has he finished I pulled my gun out and pointed it at him, just has he held a gun in my face, "Who are you?"

"I'm the owner of this building"

"Are you the informant The Three Kings were talking about?"

"No, I'm not associated with them"

I tilted my head to the side, "Then who are you?"

"A friend" A voice said behind me.

I whipped around and held my gun to the voice.

He was still the same. Tall, built, he had his long hair tied up and his brown eyes were tired.

He was wearing a black jacket with a white t-shirt under it, a pair of dark jeans and black boots.

"Mulan"

"Shang" I still had my gun pointed at him.

Shang looked behind me at the old man, "Kurosawa it's okay. She's a-" He looked back at me," Friend"

I frowned and lowered my gun, putting it back in it's holster, "We need to talk"

He nodded, "Come on up" he walked to the stairs and went up without looking to see if I was following.

"I'd hurry up and follow him"

I turned around and looked at the old man.

The gun he had was gone and he was smiling, "I guess you were a friend"

"Yeah. I guess" I turned and followed Shang up the stairs.

We walked three flights until we came to a hallway. It was narrow, but nice. With pictures of wildlife hanging on the walls and lights at every door.

Shang stopped near the end of the hallway, unlocking the door, "This is it" he walked in.

I stepped through the door and he immediately pushed my up against the closed door.

He had his hand on my throat, "What are you doing here?"

"I came to talk, not for you to choke me"

His hand loosened, but he didn't move it, "What about?"

"He needs you back"

A scowl appeared on his face, "There's a reason I'm in Japan and not China"

"He's not asking Shang"

His hand dropped and he ran it through his hair, "What does he want with me?"

I shrugged and stepped away from the door, "I don't know. I was just told to bring you back, nothing else"

Shang took off his jacket and sat down on the couch. I finally got to look around and he had a nice apartment. A couch sat in front of a TV, a nice coffee table satin the middle of the room, plants hung near the sliding door and he had pictures of China hanging on his walls.

"You miss China don't you?"

"Congratulations Sherlock" He voice dripped with sarcasm.

I rolled my eyes and sat in the arm chair in front of him.

He had his head resting on the back of the couch. I looked at his left arm, the tattoo of Mushus gang was staring back at me. A red dragon wrapped around his wrist and went all the way up to his shoulder. It was a beautiful design and it was beautifully dangerous. My hand instinctively went to the back of my neck. It was always hidden, but underneath my hair and my jacket was a tattoo of a red dragon.

"You still have the tattoo?" He opened his eyes and looked at me.

I dropped my hand, "You do too"

He looked down at his arm, "It would cost a fortune to get it removed" a smile appeared on his face, "Plus I do like it"

"It is a nice tattoo"

"Yeah. It holds a lot of memories" his smile fell, "Some I'd like to forget"

"And others you love to remember"

He nodded and looked back at me, "Do you have any idea why he wants me back?"

I shook my head, "Not a clue, but I do know it's important because he would've sent someone else to get you"

"I know" His eyes became confused, "How did you find me"

I shrugged me shoulders nonchalantly, "I have an informant, who led me to The Three Kings, who I didn't know where in Japan and what did you do to be in debt to them?"

His smile came back, "I needed money, they knew me and offered me a percentage if I worked for them, but then I destroyed their shipment"

"Why did you do it if you were working for them?"

"I found someone else to work for, who payed better and treated his gang better"

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Who?"

"You met him"

My mind went back throughout who I've met so far in Japan and Shang laughed.

"It's Kurosawa, he owns the building"

My eyes widened, "Shit, no way"

He chuckled, "He's a good man and I like working for him, so I don't think he'll like this"

"Like what?"

Shangs eyes became dark, "Me going back to China"