Title: Black In Our Heart
Summary: Henrietta Boone, born into a famous and powerful American syndicate, is set to an arranged engagement with Ritsu Kasanoda. Too bad Ritsu didn't get that memo.
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rated: T
Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim Ouran High School Host Club. I do own OCs.
Notes: Chapters will be longer.
Prologue
Henrietta Boone
The Boones are a legacy- our family name is forever etched into American history, not necessarily in a good light since it's American mob history. When mobs first became a more noticed thing in the 1920s, our name was the first to come out. Because we're smart and plan ahead. To become the best in the business, become one of first in it. We want people to know that we are out here and what we do. We want people to fear and respect us. Back then, that's exactly what they did and it's what they still do considering we've only gotten stronger and better since then. We were the ones who established our right to lead through manipulation, respect, fear, bribery, and murder. Everyone has blood on their hands. My uncle. My great-grandfather. My aunts. My father… Even me.
We're brutal. We take no shit. We are one the toughest ones out there for a reason. We're efficient. There is always at least one body a week someone has to take care of. It's not my business to know the who and where of it all. Though I guess the where of it is Wally's business considering he's the leader of the clean up crew. No mistakes. No traces back to us (at least, no legal traces – nothing solid that can be used in the court of law). We're powerful. We know the biggest guys out there since we are one of the biggest guys out there. We are not afraid to use this powerful position to our advantage and we are not above blackmail as well as other aspects to get our power. We're proud. We are the Boones. We are feared and we are strong. Disrespect gets you dead.
Hell, my own father made sure to raise me to be the best. He taught me from a young age what to do to survive and to use your brains as well as your brawn. You have to be sneaky, tough and bold in a business like this. He raised me to be a politician- learning what to say and how to say it. No direct disrespect but don't be scared to give a few backhanded comments. Yet he also raised me to be a living weapon. I had my first gun when I was only six. I could shoot it perfectly by age ten. I was trained in different marital arts to protect myself and even knife throwing. I am a weapon…
But I am a woman too. Because of my sex, Father kept the fact that I'm a girl pretty hush-hush. After all being a girl in this business can lead to a few mishaps we'd all rather avoid. Mostly because people would likely disrespect me and as I said before, disrespect gets you dead. We'd rather not have twenty or so bodies a week to clean; though it'd be good news to Wally since he'd be getting paid. My black hair is short and messy, my face is a bit meaner, toughened by the scars, and it doesn't help with my dark stormy gray eyes. I wear a binder to hide my chest and I'm always wearing a pinstripe suit (the buttons of the jacket undone and opened). Few know that I'm a woman; everyone knows me as the 'son' of Al Boone and heir to the Boone legacy. Though the plus side is that I can go undercover as a woman when needed pretty easily- acting, makeup and hair extensions do wonders.
Many call me the Black Dragon- a feared nickname for the fearsome 'son' of Al Boone. Dragons are sly, sneaky. They are tough. They are graceful, but they will cause you to burn. Fitting really. Of course people who claim to be the Black Dragon, going as far to even copy the black dragon tattoo on my back, are quickly disposed of. Those are people I handle personally and it's not long before anyone who was associated with them learns who the real Black Dragon is.
My family, consisting of only myself and my father, live in a town that could be best described as hell to most and paradise to others. It depends on whose holding the gun really. My father runs the underworld of the town and let's just say the underworld expands pretty far here. He discretely is in charge of the whole town really- the mayor being one of his 'friends.' Crime happens often, but rarely is actually solved. Cops slack on their duties and are easily bribed off. Newbies quickly learn how things work around 'ere. Not that anyone really cares what goes on. Even people in nearby towns learn pretty quickly that you don't dip a toe in our waters without losing your foot.
Our territory expands over many of the districts and counties of the state. However, we 'indirectly' have men and territory all over the country. We're known as one of the most powerful mafias and we're not afraid to show just how much power we have. Our connections expand as far as Japan. Father's own personal friend- I'm not sure of the first name, all I ever called him is Kasa, short for his last name Kasanoda- is a Japanese mafia boss whose relationship to my Father goes back to before I was even born.
Kasanoda has contacted me personally several times. He's one of the few who know my identity as a girl. When I was young, he had the honors of giving me my first sword. My lessons with it began shortly after. He tells me stories about his son Ritsu occasionally, though I never hear from Ritsu personally. According to Kasanoda, Ritsu is about my age. Kasanoda gives my father advice, which my father usually returns later. My father tells me that he likes the guy, but he doesn't trust the guy. In this business, you never trust anyone- trusting gets you killed. However, Kasanoda is also the one who got this whole 'arranged marriage to join our forces' idea into my father's head. As the obedient offspring I am, I accepted it without question.
I am Henrietta 'Henry' Boone.
I am the Black Dragon.
I will soon be the wife of Ritsu Kasanoda.