Little Dawn to Wolf

Chapter 1

"Yeah well sometimes things don't exactly as expected." Yuki said. "What do you mean?! You said you would be safe and then you come home with this?!" Her older sister, Martha practically screams. "There's blood everywhere." She mumbled while gently cleaning the large cut on Yuki's leg. "Martha, I'm fine. You know that, so why are you making this such a big deal?" Yuki asked. Martha sighed and looked at Yuki in the eyes, "Because I'm worried about you. Your only fifteen and you shouldn't be in this kind of business. You always come home with cuts and bruises. And I'm always worried you might get killed."

Yuki smiled, "Ill be fine. Nobody could get rid of me!" She said smacking Martha on the side of the arm. Martha sighed but smiled and began to stitch up the small wound. Then she wrapped it up in a bandage after putting a white cream on the stitches. "There, all better." She said happy with the accomplishment. "I need to buy some more bandages and a new pair of tweezers already. Then some other medications. You need to pipe it down, people are gonna start noticing the bruises some time or another." Martha said raising her eyebrows.

Yuki sighed and nodded, "Yeah I know. I'll try." Martha nodded and smiled, even though she didn't believe her.

Yuki had always taken after there father, while Martha took after there mother. Yuki was always in trouble, and getting into fights and stealing things. She was very fascinated with there fathers work, as he worked in a mafia gang. There mother, Catherine, tried her best to keep her daughters safe and away from there fathers work. But she didn't succeed very well. There father started teaching Yuki how to shoot guns and fight at the age five. He also started introducing her to his fallow crew members.

When Martha was fourteen a bunch of men broke into there house and killed there mother. Leaving Martha to take care of her six year old sister, as her father had to leave and join another gang. She had to move them to another house, get three jobs, and change there last name. But even that couldn't keep them out of danger. And with Yuki already knowing so much at such a young age, no matter what Martha did she couldn't keep Yuki away from there father.

The next morning Yuki woke up extra early to go out for a while. She had some business to take care of, and after that she needed to buy some new parts for her bike.

She took a shower and got dressed. She picked out a pair of black, ripped skinny jeans and put on a loose white button up shirt and some black ankle boots. Then she combed her wavy hair that she had recently died a silver colored gray and put on her small black tongue ring and four small earrings that lined up on the side of her ear.

Yuki had light tan skin and big round eyes that where a golden color. Her lips where small and plump and she had a sharp jawline with full cheeks and a slim body and wide curves.

Yuki walked outside and called her father, "Annyeonghaseyo (hello- Korean)" A dark voice said on the other side. "Appa, I'm heading over to Miss Kim's drug shop to pick up the paper work." She said. "Ahhh! Yuki! Good, good. Hurry on and carry with your work, I hate to disturb you." He said. Yuki smiled a little, "Yes sir." She pressed the round red button and put her phone away into her pocket and hopped on her bike.

She began gently humming a small tune randomly. Each note appearing into her head creating a random song. Cars drove left and right, different colors and shapes and sizes. Tall and short buildings lined up against each other as people walked in and out of them.

Yuki passed several buildings before turning left into a dark empty ally. Then she turned a corner, then another and another. Until she finally reached a small store that looked run down.

Tall men wearing tuxedos and smoking cigarettes stood outside. Most of them had piercings and tattoos and beers in there hands. There where quite a few women, more than she expected standing outside as well. They all had there faces caked up in makeup (that rhymed) and there hair done in fancy ponytails or curled besides there shoulders. They somehow where almost as tall as the men, and had on tight and short dresses that showed to much skin for anyone's comfort.