Mojiretsu.
That's my name, my pride and joy. What set me apart from the rest. What made me, me.
PFFT. You know, sometimes I think that parents spend that glorious nine months before the birth of their personal angel just thinking of ways to ruin its life. Because what benevolent human being would name their beloved daughter string. Well not really, but Mojiretsu literally means 'string' so it comes down to the same thing.
But, since I had lived most of my life in Australia, people had yet to stumbled upon THAT little gem. You see, my parents migrated south for the warmer climates of Australia after their house in Seoul had flooded (one year before my birth). Mum, a Japanese lady from the Kyushu region, met my father on an exchange program to South Korea when she was eighteen. Oh, young love. So I landed the beautiful name combination of 'Mojiretsu' and 'Park'. Mojiretsu Park. Oh, I could spend hours on this topic. 22 hours on a plane from Hobart to Rome gives you that kind of time.
SPEAKING OF:
Another little scheme with the obvious goal of destroying my life was the three weeks' notice I got before they up and sent me off to mafia school at the age of 14. In Italy.
During these three weeks I discovered that my father's family was a prominent member of the South Korean Kkangpae, or Korean mafia gang, Ssang Yong Pa. You might know it as Double Dragon. Although, if you do, expect not to wake up in the morning because they're supposed to be way underground at the moment and knowledge of them is kept strictly on the down-low. Not even Dad knows what they're up to.
Anyway, back to my life story. Where was I? Ah, yes, wallowing in self pity. Oh, woe is me, woe is me…
It's not all bad news though. While I was going to a goddamn mafia school, it's a very good quality mafia school. I've heard that even the Vongola family sends its mafia children there! You have to admit, it's impressive. Gotta look on the bright side sometimes.
All in all, upon arrival in Italy I think the most difficult decision I had to make was what language classes I wanted to take in mafia school. It was mandatory to take at least two, as all Mafioso were required to be trilingual (sometimes it was necessary to deliver death threats in multiple languages). Those aiming even higher- say, like, Varia higher, had to learn eight languages –minimum- in the scant five years of mafia school. Mum and Dad prepared me well for this, at least. I was fluent in English and Korean, proficient in Japanese and had been given a crash course in Italian before leaving. Luckily, most classes in 'Scuola di italiano di preparazione': Italian Preparatory School, were taught in English. So, I chose to study Japanese, Mandarin Chinese and Russian. Relatively easy choices considering that I'd overheard that one student had chosen to study Russian, Cantonese, Japanese, English and Icelandic. To begin with, what the hell do you need Icelandic for?! Does Iceland even have mafia? And it's like the most difficult language on Earth to boot. What did they say his name was? Superbi Squalo or something like that? Poor kid, his parents must secretly hate him too.
I hear you buddy, I hear you….
MAYBE WE CAN BE FRIENDS!
Author's Note: I know this is really short, but I had a really good idea! And I was short on time, but I also wanted to get this out there really quickly to see what you guys think! So with their powers combined…
I expect to have a bit more free time later on, so the next chapter will definitely be longer… and better. This is intended to eventually, I repeat EVENTUALLY become a Xanxus/OC fiction, but I wouldn't put it past me to betray myself and make it a Squalo/OC fic because they're both so freakin' amazing.