You had been living in Tokyo for a few years now and you loved it quite a lot, almost everyone was kind and respectful, the food was amazing and while you didn't have the biggest home, it was cosy and you made do with it.

In the time you had been living in Tokyo, you had got a job at the train station as a ticket master, the job was obviously simple, you'd ask for people's tickets and then during the ride, you'd provide refreshments, help whatever was needed towards the passengers and in fairness you were very good at your job, you rarely found yourself in a situation where you had to deal with rude customers and even then you weren't remarkably patient with thw rude ones.

Tangerine and his brother Lemon were an assassin duo known as the twins, the two took on pretty much any job that payed remarkably well even despite the dangers, their job this time was simple, retrieve the contractor, The White Death's, son, retrieve the ransom money and deliver the son to The White Death's men at Kyoto Station, easy enough. Tangerine and Lemon did just that and now here they were on the Bullet Train.

Tangerine and Lemon were sitting on the left side of the aisle whilst they had left the Son in his own seat on the right. You had been out on the night shift tonight and it was about 4 in the morning. You clocked in and put on your uniform, a navy blue blazer with a tie to match, a skirt and of course your hat, you did actually like the uniform quite a bit.

You began to make your way down the carts, checking for everyone's tickets, helping out anyone who needed it until you got to train compartment #8, You began making your way through the cart but you couldn't help but notice the sound of two British accents throughout the cart, it wasn't often there were ever Brits on the bullet train but you couldn't help but be curious.

You finally reached the source of the voices, two men, Tangerine and Lemon of course. Lemon greeted you with a warm smile but Tangerine seemed oddly...angry, a frown beneath his moustache but even then you instantly found yourself attracted to him, he was gorgeous, his hair was slicked back, his eyes a bright blue that would've been intimidating if it wasn't for the fact you were so attracted to him and of course, that pornstache of his...and not to mention how well-kept/well dressed he looked.

You snapped yourself out of your haze however and tried to remain professional.

"Uhm- ticket's please."

You asked watching Tangerine dig into his suit jacket before pulling out three tickets which made you cock an eyebrow considering there were only two of them until you noticed the son 'sleeping' on the seat on the opposite side.

"Is he with you?"

You asked as Tangerine gave you a nod as you scanned over the tickets, his eyes scanning over your face for a moment.

"Yeah, he told us he wanted to take a nap so we should give you his ticket."

Tangerine said, glancing over at the son for a moment before looking back at you when you handed back his ticket, his frown finally turning into a smile.

"Thank you, darlin'."

he said, stuffing the tickets back into his pocket, Tangerine would be lying if he said he didn't think you were pretty, hell he found you gorgeous but he wasn't going to let that get in the way of his contract...for now atleast.