Title: Little Lamb
Genre: Family, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort
Pairing:
Summary: All she wanted was to find her family again. She never expected waking up as a baby after her death, least of all, as the opposite gender. Well, at least her – his – goal of finding her family was not unattainable. They were there too after all.
Warning: Reincarnation, Strong! Lambo, Slash (Boy X Boy, Yaoi…), NOT Self-Insert
Prologue
She always believed life after death. After all it was better than the non-existence or worst, hell and heaven. She knew that if the latter two were true then she would have no doubt ended up in hell; she was far from being a good person. She had learned at a young age to disregard morals if she wanted to survive in the life she had been born to.
She was born an orphan among orphans, her parents leaving her at the front door of an orphanage right after she was born. Well, more like her mother did since she had no money to take care of her. She later learned that her father was some kind of hotspot business man, married and with children, who had paid her mother to sleep with him which ended in her birth.
The first five years of her life, she lived in the orphanage and it was a real nightmare. She was quick to run away and spent three months in the streets, avoiding the authorities in case they sent her back there. Three months she spent cold, hungry and sleepless as she scavenged for food in bins to survive.
Then she met him.
He was another street brat and when he saw her, he was quick to take her with him. He dragged her to an abandoned asylum where six other street kids and he had made their home.
At the age of five, going on six, she found her family. They were not perfect, far from it, but they were hers. She was the youngest among them, with them being between thirteen to fifteen on her small five years old self, but they were hers, her friends, her siblings.
They taught her how to evade the authorities easier, how to steal food, where to steal, how to pick pocket and many other things that would ensure her survival.
Then things began to become complicated. Her oldest brother got himself involved in gangs. He was not content with the life they lived and wanted to make everything better for all of them. Day after day, week after week, he would come back to their home with money and food, so no one stopped him. They were going to survive.
But then, they never expected that he would get himself in something he would not be able to get out of. Without knowing it, he offended one of the biggest gangs and they came after them. She was just ten when it happened and it was only because of him, the one who had brought her in their little family that she survived.
He hid her in a small enclosure in the wall and told her not to move whatever happened. So she stayed. And watched as her siblings – her only family – were gunned down in front of her. She waited, terrified but most of all frozen in disbelief as her family was taken from her so easily and so quickly.
They left and she waited.
From then on, she dedicated her life for revenge. What else was there to live for after all?
She took a leaf out of her oldest brother's book and joined a gang. However, she remained careful, not wanted to make the same mistake as her brother. She observed. She learned. She became strong. She plotted.
She never gave her loyalty to anyone.
She was seventeen when she realised just how small the world could be. She found her father and learned that he was actually the boss of an actual Mafia Family and that his son, her blood-related half-brother, was the leader of the gang that had gunned down her family.
They never knew how she was involved with them but they graciously took her in and trained and taught her how to be a Mafia Lady, even though she was a bastard child and the daughter of a whore. With a pretty smile and a well-calculated demure personality, they became fond of her. All the while, she plotted their demise.
At the age of twenty, going on twenty-one, she… acted. They never knew what was coming.
She chose the day she knew all of her father's minions would be present as well as her brother. They were all there, her father, her brother and their minions. It was the Family's Princess' wedding day after all.
She was engaged to one of her father's associates, who was at least twenty years her senior. It was a political marriage that she had graciously accepted for the betterment of the Family. Thus, clad in her wedding dress, all pretty and radiant, she attacked with a machine gun she had hidden under her wedding dress, her pretty, innocent smile ever present on her face, even as her dress became stained with blood, even as body after body dropped, even as they retaliated after the initial shock and her own body became permeated with bullet wounds.
With a demented giggle, she stood in front of the last two survivors besides herself, her father and brother. She knew she would not survive this, she could already feel the blood lost gaining on her, but she took them with her.
Now she could go back to her family. So with one last smile, her green eyes closed for the last time.
She never expected waking up again as an infant.
At least she could feel their bond again, weak and frail, but there.