☆Wish Upon A Star☆

☆~Chapter 5~☆

The air was heavy with dirt and danger. The underground's sewers weren't the healthiest place to live, but they were a safe spot for dangerous people to meet and hide.

"When is he going to show up, boss? It's freezing here!" A brunette girl asked, hugging herself to warm her uncovered arms up.

She was one of Beildschmidt's girls, a Hungarian beauty.

Other one of his girls, a Polish transgendered woman, turned around to the Hungarian prostitute with a fierce glare. "Are you implying that my sweetie pie is a traitor, Eliza?" She said firmly.

The Hungarian one rolled her eyes, not paying attention to the Polish one's verbal threats. "I'm implying that I'm not exactly fond of this place, and I'd like your sweetie pie to rush!"

Beildschmidt sighed, staring at his wristwatch and raising an eyebrow. "He's indeed delaying... Are you sure you told him, Feliksi?"

The Polish girl nodded, holding back a huff. "I handed him a note, as usual!"

Dirty water ran beneath their feet to probably a sea, to a cleaner in the better of cases, draining filth and contamination from the village's homes, but taking it to the environment.

The only heard noises were the echoes of their breathing and speaking; the water streaming under the concrete platform they stood of, and against the lead pipes; and a few quick steps of rats and who knows what kind of other creatures, intrigued by the unusual visit.

Feliksi's usual smile upon meeting her boyfriend faded slowly, tainted with worry. He could have had an accident in the way to the sewers, the Chinese night was dangerous, after all; specially for a servant. He could even have been murdered, and the mere thought of it made her shiver.

But her smile returned to her face as soon as he heard her boyfriend's rushing steps, just in time before Elizaveta started to freeze to death.

"I-I'm sorry for the delay! I've been b-busy at Brag--"

"Toris!" Feliksi threw herself in his arms, hugging him tightly.

Toris flinched slightly at the quick hug, smiling warmly and hugging back, embracing her thin shoulders in his strong arms; and pressing a soft kiss against her forehead.

Beildschmidt sighed in annoyance, brushing his perfectly gelled back hair further back. "Don't apologize. Just give me the money. Elizaveta, give him the weapons."

He traded his money for a bag. He got his hand in it, taking one of the pocket knives. Small, thin and sharp, with a golden handle and tiny jewels dug in it. The biggest jewel, in the middle of the handle, shone proudly as a ruby with the mafia's trademark carved in it.

A round shape with a seven-pointed star within. The Russian power within the Japanese force an empire, waiting to destroy it from its insides.

The Blood Union.

Feliksi stared at it, smiling sadly. "It's a beautiful knife..." Toris nodded, sighing. "Just one of the many items the Braginski use to show their power..."

She frowned slightly, holding Toris' bruised cheek with an almost perfect gentleness. "It'll be alright, love... Just make sure you don't put your life in the line,"

Toris placed his hand on hers, squeezing it softly. "I will, don't worry about me, princess..." Feliksi smiled, a slight blush dying her cheeks. "Alright, my prince," She connected her lips to his in a sweet kiss she'd been wishing to taste for too long.

Beildschmidt let out a slight groan, not strong enough to destroy his expressionless façade. "Let's go, Feliksi." He said firmly, turning around with the Hungarian girl following.