Ning Chu couldn't put a finger on it all night, but he feels that he may know the Japanese older man before. Like it was as if they met a Long time ago before and they talked for ages.
...
"WAS HE THE FUCKER THAT TOUCHED ME AT THE BEACH THE OTHER DAY?"
He immediately dailed his phone and got an instant reply.
"Yo kid, I already transferred the money to your bank account. Couldn't meet ya directly, having the time of my life right now at the ship."
"Look, chibai, I remembered some man was touching my ass at the beach and for some reason, my brain says its you."
"Are you homo? Screw off kid, who needs a scrawny ass when you can have babes 24/7."
"Fuck off, so you sure it wasn't--" Ning Chu paused.
The gang complex Ning Chu is in started to become dirtier than it currently is, broken pots, files and cabinets smashed themselves onto the floor, pictures fading away until old antique photos on the wall, the well designed Chair Ning Chu is de-worthed itself to a wooden stool.
Ning Chu's pompadour faded as it sucked back in and turned back into a fresh blonde.
Ripped sleeves and tank top reformed themselves into a nice fitting T-shirt, as his height decreased , muscles becoming less suited for fighting and more suited for surfing. The yellowish hue freed itself from his tanned body as his jeans deripped themselves and shrunk back to board shorts. Sandals turning to shoes.
The Asian heritage left Nick as his eyes returned to their once gentle ocean blue they once carried, cocky jaw and cock became less gangsta like as they became cute and long respectively. Tattoos fading away as though they want nothing to do with the reformed Surfer.
"...Huh?"
"Eh, look. I have no time for games boy, I payed you back your money so we are done. If I ever need your help again, I'll send a message, until then, I have ladies to holler at. See ya~." The man hanged up.
"Huh? COREY WAIT--!"
Beep Beep.
"Client: Tanaka Koreya hanged up." Is what was displayed on that screen before it faded back to "Corey baby".
"SHIT shit!" He swore, loud booming voice became an unhappy groan. Nick sighed as he was himself again, only thing now is that Corey was infected too, and that he'd met the same fate as himself.
"My poor baby, what have I done." His sobs flooded the room as covered his face with both of his palms, eyes tearing up as he sat down crying.
"What should I do? What should I do?"