WARNING: There may be spoilers in this story for anyone who has not reached the Mafia arc!
In this story Light hasn't killed off the Mafia or written anyone's name down because there is no information on the Mafia anywhere. The gang has moved back into their Vegas casino skyscraper, with Sidoh and Mello after gaining the Death Note and Jack Neylon still has the eyes. This story is mostly going to be about him (he is in book 8; don't know which anime episode though) because I quite like Jack and I think he deserves more of a story than what he got. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any character's mentioned, except for Hissori Sinclair.

Mafia Princess

Glancing up at the tall skyscraper I sighed. When I'd heard the casino was back open, I knew it meant the mafia were back. I didn't want to work for these people but I had no other choice. Kira was still loose and many places were afraid of supporting or denying Kira, so they had closed down, moved somewhere else. I needed the money… and if Kira hadn't touched the mafia yet, then that's where I was safe. For now.

Character info:

Name: Hissori Sinclair (Father's American, Mother's Japanese)
Age: 20
Height: 5ft4/5
Size 10/12 in clothes
Appearance: Long black hair, usually tied into a high ponytail down to mid-back, thick bangs across the left side of her forehead and slightly covering half of her left eye, Big grey eyes, very pale skin, quite thin but not unhealthy.
Usually wears: plain t-shirts or t-shirts with writing on, skinny jeans with braces (black and white keyboard design on braces) and black converse.

History:
Hissori was born in Japan, where her father and mother met. The family moved over to Las Vegas for her father's work. She is fluent in both languages. Her father was arrested for a crime he did not commit and was murdered by Kira recently. Her mother was very ill at the time and the shock made her pass away, so Hissori hates Kira. Hissori is very interested in the supernatural, she believes in life after death and the Japanese Shinigami (gods of death) so she accepts the strange and unusual easily. Her name means silent because she is generally a quiet person, except when she's angry. Today, she is wearing her usual jeans and braces, with a black top with white writing on that says 'Neko's are better in bed' with a pair of white cat ears on top of the writing and a tail at the bottom.

Chapter 1

Walking into the building I walked over to the reception.
"Can I help you?" A friendly-looking woman asked.
"Yes please. I was looking for the managers. I wondered f there were any jobs available at the moment?"
The woman typed in something to her computer, frowned slightly and then turned back.
"There are some jobs available, but you'll have to go to the top floor I'm afraid. Is that alright?" I knew exactly what she meant. The Mafia were checking people over now. Had to be sure Kira wasn't looking for a way in. I smiled at her.
"That's absolutely fine. Could you give me directions on how to get there?"

Reaching the big wooden doors I was told to wait behind, I glanced around. Everything I'd seen had to be worth more than anywhere I'd ever been. I guess when you're the Mafia you can afford every luxury. Knocking twice, I heard a deep laugh and a man yell, "Get in then!" Stepping into the room, I saw at least 5 henchmen standing around doing nothing, the boss (I assumed he was) on the couch with 2 women and another young blonde boy on a different couch, pondering over some sort of notebook. There was a man standing behind him with glasses and longish blonde hair, looking at me intently. I blushed and stared at the floor. Maybe I had come under dressed to be a waitress or dealer in the Casino? This was a stupid idea. Being homeless was better than getting killed for being in with this gang. The blonde man nodded to the boss, who looked me over twice.
"I'm so sorry, I should just go" I stammered. "I'm probably not worth it, right? Sorry for wasting your time." I turned to leave.
"Wait." The boss commended. I stopped moving. They thought I was a spy? Were they gonna kill me? Shout at me?
"You look fairly decent. Intelligent too. Mello what do you reckon?" Turning back round I saw the boy glance up from his notebook. He had a chocolate bar in his hands and he was staring at me with his head tilted, as if I was some sort of puzzle. If he thought I was strange, he should take a good look in the mirror. Mello? What sort of name was that?
"Hmm." he spoke up at last. "I think she'd do nicely here. If she's intelligent enough. Jack, is she safe?" The blonde man with glasses looked at me again. I felt my cheeks heat up once more. God, what was wrong with me!
"Yeah, I don't see anything unusual. Do you want me to interview her?" His voice was fairly deep and smooth. Much like the chocolate Mello was eating.
'Stop it brain!'I screamed in my head. The boss nodded to Jack, who walked over to me and went to grab my arm.
I must have flinched away a little because he whispered, "Don't be worried. We won't hurt you."
"If she behaves!" One of the men roared, making everyone else except the boss, Mello and Jack laugh. Jack looked angry at the other man though. Almost furious. Was it because he'd done something wrong? Or just because it was me?
"You wanna keep your head Ralph?" the boss snapped.
"Ye... Yes sssir!" The man jumped and ran off. Huh. Such a tough guy.

Leading me out of the room, we stepped into a slightly smaller office, with huge glass walls, except for the door wall. I gasped. It was so beautiful, being able to see Las Vegas during the day from up here. Jack shut the door behind me and motioned for me to sit down at the glass table.
"You like the view?" He smiled.
"It's breathtaking! I've only ever seen it from this high at night! I prefer it when things look natural, but the lights are pretty too." I blushed, knowing I was rambling. Why was this guy making me nervous? I took a deep breath and told myself to stop being silly. Even if I liked him, was afraid of him, whatever. He was in the mafia and my future employer (hopefully). It was no time to think about him in any romantic or sexual way. He laughed a little at my obvious case of nerves.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna bite you. Now Hissori," (when had he learnt my name!), "are you in league with Kira or the police? And be honest, because Rod Ross can find out." Ah. So it was down to it straight away.
"No. I wouldn't lie or snitch to the police anything, because they can get many things wrong, such as arresting my father for a crime he was innocent of. And Kira is just a murderer. I want him dead for murdering my father." What was I doing! I was gonna look so guilty, pouring out everything to someone I barely knew. He seemed to like what I'd said though because he smiled.
"I should have guessed, with the determination you came in with. Many people don't agree to go to the top floor. They walk away. I'm assuming you know who we are?" I nodded. "That's good. It's a pain to explain this all, but you know one thing about us, which makes it easier. Because you hate Kira, I have permission to tell you this. We know how Kira kills and how he can tell his victims names. You know the notebook Mello was looking at? It's a Shinigami's Death Note. Any human whose name is written in it dies. And you can trade for the Shinigami eyes, which are what I had to have. I can see people's name and lifespan." I was completely shocked. But, I believed him. It explained how he knew my name before I'd even said it and what Mello was doing with that note book, pouring over it to see who had been written down. "I know this is a bit overwhelming but it's all true. We can prove this as well, by showing you the Shinigami in a moment.
"Yes please. But I do believe you as well." He stared at me. I smiled back, guessing he was more used to people thinking he was a liar. Getting up, we walked towards the door. In the next room, Mello glanced up.
"She believes it." Jack mumbled, still looking shocked at me. The boss (who I assumed was Rod Ross, the guy Jack mentioned earlier) nodded and went back to watching TV. Mello held out the notebook to me. Laying a finger on it, I glanced up – and came face to face with a Shinigami. Taking a small step back I mouthed 'Whoa'.
"You don't look like an American grim reaper, but I believe you're a Shinigami all the same." I said.
"Thanks. My name is Sidoh, not Grim Reaper though." The Shinigami said, munching on some chocolate. I smiled. It was nice to know Gods of Death were a little friendly. Mello was gazing at me intently.
"How come you accepted this so easily? The gang tried killing Sidoh." He murmured, his head tilted.
"Well I am interested in supernatural phenomenon and the idea of ghosts and spirits, so the Shinigami are not a new concept for me to understand. My mother raised me to treat everything, living and dead, with respect." Mello laughed a little and nodded, obviously satisfied with my answer. Rod Ross stood up and shook my hand.
"Hissori Sinclair, welcome to the Mafia."

CHAPTER 1 FINISHED

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