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Hong Kong x Reader~Snake Eyes Olivine~ 1

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Chapter 1: Fortuitous

"If I said I was going to shoot you in the head right at this moment, what would you do?"

A smirk crept across Leon Wang's face. His good friend knew him well enough to know that he didn't need to bluff.

"You won't," he said.

"Yeah, but if I did," Im Yong Soo proclaimed hypothetically.

"I know you won't," Leon insisted.

Yong Soo shrugged and dropped the subject as if ending any casual conversation. "But seriously—if you knew that you were going to die within a few seconds, what would you think?"

"I never gave it that much thought," Leon admitted with a stoic expression. He was good at that.

Yong Soo laughed. "Me neither, Leon." That conversation, too, was ended before it actually began.

The city was filthy—its streets pulsated with a nauseating blur of yellow and neon green. Leon never knew why they liked the color green. Was it because it represented something that was long lost? Whatever. He didn't really care. No amount of lights could hide the scum that was crawling underneath the shiny buildings with their upscale glass roofs and pointless jumbled geometric shapes critics dared to call architecture. It was suffocating…to the point where it was alive.

"The stars are out tonight," Yong Soo observed. He was tilting his head to the smoke-choked skies that stank of smog and exhaust, kitchen wafts and cigarette leavings. Beyond the shroud lay a small scatter of insignificant dots of white that barely twinkled when compared to their artificial rivals.

"I'm surprised," Leon monotonously replied. One couldn't be too sure if he was being sarcastic or not, but he usually was. His friend chuckled softly and chucked a loose piece of concrete down into the sprawling abyss below.

"Take a look at them, Leon. Each and every single one of them will come across something they didn't expect one day. Maybe it's something small like forgetting to do their homework, or maybe it's as big as missing that white-collar deadline, you know? And snap! (Yong Soo snapped his fingers) You're fired just like that."

Leon blinked. "So?"

"So we've all got something in common."

"Not really," Leon disagreed.

A bemused smile cracked on Yong Soo's face. "You think?"

"I think the only thing we really, like, have in common is that from the moment we're born, we're destined to die. It's our fate. We can't escape it, after all."

"Fate?" Yong Soo snorted. "Since when does a guy like you believe in fate?"

"Since I knew that death is inescapable," Leon replied casually. He wasn't really in the mood to continue with his friend's strange philosophical bullshit. There were better things to be doing at this hour.

"Leon, we don't even believe in luck," Yong Soo reminded him. "We're the types that move around that sort of stuff. We're the reason why the system doesn't work the way it's supposed to."

"Do you really need to remind me?"

"Why not?"

Leon sighed. "Can we just go somewhere, Yong Soo? I'm getting bored."

"Sure thing, Leon," Yong Soo grinned.

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"Cut."

The dealer cut. Numbers flooded into Leon's head as his eyes undetectably scanned his surroundings and tugged at the strings that held everything together. A heart.

"Deal."

The dealer dealt. Another string pulled on a different set of numbers.

"Congratulations," the dealer congratulated him. He didn't look very congratulatory. "You win triple earnings."

Leon didn't say anything and collected his chips. It was really all a matter of keeping a straight face and keeping his eyes where they belonged. It was time to call it a night. The casino had lost enough money already. He wondered how Yong Soo had done.

A winning chime. People rushed over to see what the fuss was all about. Leon cursed.

Damn. He's going to give us away, he thought angrily.

"How about that?! I actually won!"

Leon rolled his eyes as soon as he saw a familiar curl with a strange way of making facial expressions rise above the crowd—its owner was fairly tall. "Yeah, you sure did." Yong Soo stood out way too much. His guard wasn't down, but his ego usually got the better of him.

Taking the usual precautions, Leon scanned the crowd. Three black suits, three seriously angry faces.

Time to go. Yong Soo could handle himself. Three men were nothing the two of them could handle on their own. Knowing him, he was probably going to be able to cash in his earnings and still have time to go to the bar to pick up a quick drink before rendezvousing with him at their usual place.

Good luck, Yong Soo, Leon mentally told his friend, but he didn't need it since it wasn't something that was actually real.

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Yao sighed. His two star disciples always went out of their ways to make trouble in a city that clearly didn't need anymore.

"I told you two to lay low whenever you tried to break," he scolded Leon and Yong Soo. "Why don't you ever listen?"

"Sorry, Teacher," Leon apologized unapologetically.

"I made a lot, though!" Yong Soo said in his defense.

"Money doesn't matter if you're dead," Yao reminded his disciples. "I thought I made that clear to you when I took you in."

"Yes, Teacher," Leon replied automatically.

"You're too boring, old man," Yong Soo pouted.

"I am not old!" an annoyed Yao protested.

Leon scoffed and leaned back in his chair. "You are to us, Teacher."

Defeated and deprived of patience, Yao sighed and let the subject drop.

"Just make sure you wait a little while before doing that again, okay?"

"Yes, Teacher," Leon said with a tone of obedience. He wasn't very obedient.

"Alright, Yao," Yong Soo grinned mischievously. He wasn't very good at hiding his lies.

"Teacher, he's lying," Leon said pointlessly.

"I know he is," Yao frowned.

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Luck. Fortune. Fate. Destiny. Call it what you will, but whatever it was to any gambler, any thoughtless dreamer, or any dreamer at all, it was conquerable—it was breakable. That was Leon Wang's job. It was also Im Yong Soo's job, but he executed things in a much more blatant, sloppily done style.  

Yong Soo's pushing his limits too far, Leon thought irritably. If he listened, we could, like, make so much more progress. Oh well. Better to work with what you had than nothing at all…right? Either way, it didn't matter to Leon; he had a steady, more-than-well-paying job, and a safe roof over his head. Life couldn't have been more planned out for him than a simple "Hey, I feel like doing something tonight"-ish sort of manner. Yeah. It was simple.

If one thought about it enough, the entire concept which revolved around the universe had absolutely NOTHING to do with luck, fortune—all that other bullshit in between. The world worked on numbers. Calculations. Judgment. Skill. If you didn't have any of these, then get the fuck out of this city. Hell, get the fuck off this planet. This place didn't have room for someone like you.

Ah.

Hold on.

Remember what Teacher said, "The world needs people that aren't like you, people who do not have these skills. If they don't, then there's no need to put your skills to the test, right?" Yes, Teacher. "If everyone knew how to use these numbers, you would be nobody. Remember that, you two." Yes, Teacher.

That's right. He was special. No one could take that away from him. And that was because he belonged on this fucking planet in this fucking city. There were people who needed him whether they knew it or not, and by all means did he plan on helping them in his own, twisted, convoluted way—Yong Soo included. But, damn it all if his friend wasn't sloppy at his work.

"There's no need to, like, get edgy about it, I suppose," Leon sighed. "I'm tired. I think I'll go home." He began to head home.

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Leon had heard of the butterfly effect before. Parts of it made sense, but there wasn't enough tangible data he could have gathered to verify its credibility. It went a little something like this: a tiny little butterfly would be happily flapping its wings, yeah? Well, that tiny flap of its wings just happened to be the right amount of force needed to generate a fluctuation in turbulence. That turbulence would then get bigger and bigger; it would get all soupy, and the temperature would change. Gradually, overtime, the changes would lead into something catastrophic, something chaotic. That chaos would turn into that hurricane that was broadcasted on the news, like, halfway around the world. That, in a nutshell, is the butterfly effect…or something like that. There were times when Leon had failed to pay attention.

But today, a while back, maybe in the morning when Leon hadn't gotten enough sleep and let out a particularly long yawn, he got a butterfly effect rolling.

A hurricane was coming.

The butterfly never meant to do all of that damage. It really never meant to hurt anyone. All it wanted to do was mind its own damn business and drink nectar and fly around with its butterfly friends. There was no way it knew it was going to create a hurricane half way around the globe and destroy hundreds of properties and kill thousands of people and leave more jobless and confused and angry.

No.

It never meant to any of that stuff at all.

Leon certainly didn't mean to stir up any unnecessary trouble tonight. He didn't mean to destroy any property—unless he had to. And he certainly didn't mean to kill anyone—unless the situation called for it.

Well, guess what? Today happened to be one of those days where he flapped his wings at just the right place at just the right time.

"Do I need to make myself anymore clearer?! I told you to give me the money!"

"Somebody! Anybody! Help me!"

"No one's coming for you, bitch!"

Leon stopped. Why did he stop? He'd seen worse. He could have just kept walking. Maybe on another day, he could have given himself the excuse that his feet were tired and just happened to stop in front of the clinic where he was witnessing some loan sharks beating up a helpless young lady. Maybe he could have given himself the excuse that he thought he saw a plane fly by, and he wanted to watch it so his eyes fell on the scene that was happening right across the street. Maybe he could have given himself the excuse that he just felt like pulling out his gun and firing a warning shot into the air, but that warning shot missing the open sky and struck one of the loan sharks straight between his eyes and killed him as his brains splattered onto the steaming asphalt.

"Holy shit!" one of the surviving loan sharks gasped. Then, all of them threw their attention to Leon. At least they stopped beating the young lady.

"Get him!" one of the loan sharks shouted.

Leon side-stepped as one of the loan sharks came at him with a knife; he tripped him with his leg and kicked his leaning body in the stomach causing him to double up and spit. Another one pulled out his gun and fired a shot that imbedded itself into the wall behind Leon; he was beaten down with a storm of punches that flew so fast at him, he could hardly believe they were coming from the same guy. When he fell, his face was a black and blue pulp of sores and swollen skin. Now the others were having second thoughts.

Leon smirked. "Had enough yet?"

The remaining loan sharks hesitated. This guy had dodged a fucking bullet for fuck's sake. What other things did he have up his sleeves?

"What the hell are you morons waiting for?! We need that lady's money!"

Leon's smirk remained glued to the corner of his mouth. So they still want more? So be it. He really did have something up his sleeves—two small, but precision-based knives that he used to make cuts in two of the men's tendons.

"Try running away now," Leon chuckled. They wouldn't be able to move their limbs with their tendons split. They were most likely in pain, too.

"Who the hell do you think you are coming out of nowhere and messing with our business?" the last standing loan shark asked.

"Just a fleeting butterfly," Leon answered, his smirk still tugging at his mouth.

"Bastard!" the man spat. "Don't fuck with me! I'll kill you right here, right now!"

"Try me," Leon hissed. He waited for the man to make his move: he lunged straight forward with his knife, Leon did the same; he tucked his knife close to his stomach for leverage, Leon brandished his outwards; he continued to move forward, Leon twisted around and struck him in his back; he bled to death, Leon did not.

"Looks like you guys won't be causing any more trouble around here," Leon sighed and wiped his knives on the loan shark's suit. Then, he tucked them back inside his sleeves and shot the other three dead with his gun.

Now for clean-up. Yao had always told him to clean up after himself. It was a pain because it was slow, and he didn't like doing it very much. But since he was a freelancer, lone-wolf type of worker, he didn't have anyone to be his clean-up crew for him. Everything was done on his own.

After Leon had dragged the bodies to the nearest trash bin, he checked to see if there were any noticeable stains on his clothes. Nothing. Good. It would save him the trouble of having to wash the blood out. He was about to turn and leave when a voice stopped him.

"Umm…"

Leon whipped around with his gun already poised at the young lady he had saved.

"I suggest you pay off your debts or get out of this city, miss," Leon said with his gun still locked and loaded.

The young lady shook her head sadly. "I can't pay off my debts, but I can't leave, either."

"Then that's your fault if you choose to die," Leon said and pocketed his gun after putting the safety on the trigger. "I won't be here to save you if more show their faces."

"Still…I want to thank you," she said.

Leon didn't say anything and continued to head home.

-----

The moment he entered his apartment, something cold and sharp injected into the back of Leon's neck knocking him cold.

-----

Where. The fuck. Did he mess up?

He had done everything by the rules. He had followed everything to a T: Don't stay in one place for too long and don't keep close relationships—even in the inner circle.

What was this? Some kind of joke? Who had followed him? Who set him up? Not even Yao and Yong Soo knew where he lived. Whoever these people were, they didn't fuck around.

"Do you know why we brought you here, Leon?" a smooth voice with a funny accent asked.

"No," Leon answered.

"It's because thanks to you, four of our finest casinos have gone bankrupt."

Leon did his best to remain calm; he didn't know if he was strapped to a lie detector or not because he couldn't see shit.

"What are you going to do? Ask for the money back?"

Something hard and heavy struck his head sending stars reeling into his brain.

"Do you think you can fool us? We know all of that money is long gone by now," the voice continued to speak. "It's not even the money—it's the principle."

Your principles can kiss my ass, Leon thought bitterly.

"Instead of compensating us for everything we've lost, we've decided to take a more…interesting approach. Have you ever heard of the Snake Eyes?"

"You mean when two ones are face-up on die?"

"No, Leon," the voice stretched out his name as if he was being scolded for his lack of proper knowledge. "I was referring to the Snake Eyes Olivine. Is that more specific for you?"

"That's just a programmers' myth," Leon said.

"Wrong, Leon. The Snake Eyes Olivine are real."

Leon didn't want to bother with asking fluffy questions. If these guys were going to kill him, then they had better do it fast. If not, then they had better get straight to the point. He was getting hungry.

"You want me to find these for you? Is that it?"

"You're not as stupid as I thought you'd be," he heard the voice say with a hint of amusement. "But that would only make sense if you managed to bypass four top-notch security systems of our casinos."

"You really flatter me," Leon spat with bitter sarcasm.

"Let's cut to the chase, Leon." The voice was back to being completely dick-ish serious. "We've been watching you. We know all about these things you and your little circle have been doing. And we don't like it. This 'thing' you're pulling? It screws up the whole system. People play because they hope that luck is going to find them. It doesn't work if you already know the outcomes.

"The thing is, if you don't find the Snake Eyes Olivine by the end of this month, you and your friends are going bye-bye at the bottom of the lake. No one will miss you; no one will ever know you were gone. They would have never seen this coming. You have one month, Leon. One month."

"I heard you the first time." Leon felt something hit him hard of the back of his head. His vision was getting fuzzy. The voices in the room wouldn't shut up.

"Oh. And one more thing, Leon," the voice said before he completely blacked out again. "Good luck."
When inspiration comes, it comes in a flood. This is also a "thank you" for 250 watchers. Thank you all so much for your support~!

I'm using Hong Kong's English name because of the differences between China and Hong Kong. It also insists that it's independent of both China and England, anyway.

I'm not going to be giving the characters much of any accents if at all because it's a pain to write as well as read.

This is set in a fictional city in a fictional world so some of the origins to things may not make sense in the beginning.

This story is going to have some philosophical stuff, but it's NOT my philosophy. The writing style may evolve depending on my mood and the mood of this story. For those of you who have taken some classes in high school, you might notice that the style of the writing also adds to the mood and situation as well as the content. Keep these in mind, readers. And here we go...

I do not own any characters of Axis Powers: Hetalia. They belong to Himaruya Hidekazu.

Any similarities to characters, settings, scripts, or stories from other pieces of literature or media are purely coincidental.

©This story belongs to me, *GydroZMaa.

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ChibiRomanolover's avatar
As soon as I read the thing about butterfly effect I it mediately thought of the game Life is Strange O.o