A/N: Well, I really did the thing. ._. I can't contain myself, send help. hahaha. Seriously, I enjoyed a lot write this and I did because of you that encourage me. And thank you for that. I'rs only a prologue, was to be a short thing, but when I looked already turned to this. '-' Sorry? :)

The title was inspired on the song "Born to be wild of Steppenwolf", I guess this combine with them.

Good reading. Until the final notes. Sorry for all mistakes, english is not my first language.


Born to be wild

Prologue

— June 23, 1912, Bordeaux; France —

The sound of the slap echoed through the room.

Silence.

She touched her face newly bruised, bewildered face, big brown eyes and wide with surprise and disbelief. Of soft and rosy lips escaped a noise of dread.

"You hit me? You just beat me?" she whispered, her lips trembling.

"Damn. Fucking bitch," the man hissed through gritted teeth, holding a whiskey bottle tightly in his other hand. He smelled of alcohol and his clothes were rumpled and his eyes were red, bloodshot hate. "Never dare talk about that bitch that was your mother here. Don't repeat her name. Never more!"

"Why, Daddy?" Zoe muttered incredulously, holding back a sob deep in her throat as tears came down silent at her pale face. "Why she abandoned you and ran off with another man? Why she couldn't stand to wait you come home dead drunk and beats her for nothing!?"

"Shut up!" he cried and at that moment, she thought he would move up to her again. "Your mother was a mercenary wretch that once had the chance, ran away with a richer man than I! She dropped the useless daughter too."

Hanji bit her lower lip and shook her head, trying to hold back tears of pain and disappointment. She couldn't stand it, she didn't want to live that life, Zoe wanted to change.

"I can't stand it," she whispered with a voice heavy with feelings. "I can't stand you, Dad!"

"Don't stand? Then you can go." This time he didn't scream, his voice was measured and tense, and he continued, "I don't care, it'll be one less mouth to feed and moreover, who will want a useless as you?" he scoffed, taking another sip of whiskey.

"I hate you!" Hanji clenched her fists and cursed the man quietly. "I'll leave and you'll never see me. Never more!"

The girl ran to her room angrily. The legs stopped shaking and all the tears dried. Her lips tightened in a straight line while she threw piles of clothes in an old bag. There was a certain sparkle in her eyes and a desire to discover the world has ever seen before.

She closed the bag, put the coat and looked out the window, the sun is on the horizon. She swore to herself that she would never cry again.

Zoe is 15 years old when she leaves the house without looking back.

— $ | | $ —

— August 2, 1915, Monaco; France —

A shot whizzed by his ear and Levi rolled his eyes. Oh, for fucking God's sake! Why this was happening? The best part of being a Mafioso was without doubt, the money. But the worst part was the constant bickering that a gang of shit insisted on starting.

He left the cigarette smoke up — a habit he had acquired over time — and sighed. He glanced down the alley and gave the revolver, counting how many bullets were still left. Hum... Two more.

"Rough day, Levi," the boy who accompanied him muttered, chewing tobacco in a distracted manner. "How many bullets are left?"

"Two." He spat the rest of the cigarette on the floor and before spying again, he added, "And you, Farlan?"

"Hum… Only one," he hummed. "Oh, that sucks. I want to go home, man. Isabel should be waiting for me."

"It will be enough," Levi said with one of his rare smiles. "When we done, I want a drink of brandy and smoke another cigarette."

"Come on, man. Let's do it."

It was just a minute. Both came out of hiding quickly and that two of the four bandits came out and showed their faces, Levi shot one of them — and been right in the middle of the forehead — the gun recoiled and Farlan covered him, shooting in the other that came close behind.

There were only two.

Levi sighed and waited a few seconds until the other two appeared. Cautiously, he took a few steps toward the dark, trying to pay the most attention to not be surprised — that was inevitable. A tall man came out of hiding and ran up to him, which narrowly averted and shot in his chest, the other henchman took the hole and stuck a knife in the left Levi's arm, who groaned. Farlan overthrew the last on the ground and punched his face until he was unconscious.

"You all right there?" He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the blood from his hands.

"Nothing much," Levi grunted disdainfully and said, "Just one more scar. Have a cigarette there?"

"Here." Farlan threw the packet at him and smiled. "What do we do with this one?" He nudged the unconscious henchman with his foot.

"Leave him there. It's good that he sends the message to that shit he calls boss." He lit the cigarette and walked calmly as if nothing had happened.

"You should take a look at that arm, can become infected."

"I will. But I want a whiskey first," he muttered looking at the starless sky that night.

Farlan shrugged and walked to the side of Levi.

"You should stop doing these things for yourself. This will kill you, man. Use your money, that's what it is for."

"Huh. Giving a counselor today, Farlan?" Levi asked rhetorically without looking him in the eyes. "Have you heard that; if you want a job done right you do it yourself?" he said with an almost imperceptible smile.

"If you say so."

"But maybe you're right" he admitted after a while in silence. "I'm tired of Monaco, I think I will though."

"Leave? To where?"

"Venice, maybe. Or Paris. We never know." he sneered in a good mood. "Now, let's go, because now my arm hurts so fucking bad."

"You never change." Farlan laughed, giving a friendly pat on the Levi's back.

Levi is 21 years old when he becomes the leader of the French Mafia and is one of the richest men in the country.

— $ | | $ —

— May 5, 1920, Paris; France —

"Zoe! You'll be late!" middle-aged woman shouted downstairs, hoping the girl at the foot of the stairs. "Come have breakfast my dear!"

"I'm going!" she yelled back, straightening the tangled hair and fixing her light blue dress. "Damn Hair!" she cursed, looking in the mirror with disgust. Why does her hair have to be so difficult? "I'll cut you!"

"Daughter, you will be much longer? The car has arrived!" the lady warned once again, with a tone of gentle voice.

Hanji whimpered and decided to pull the hair back and then tucked the hat to disguise the mess. She grabbed her purse on the bed and took one last look in the mirror before running downstairs.

She found the woman — who owned the house in which she lived — and gave her a smacking kiss on the cheek, and then walk out the door in a hurry.

"You don't drink coffee?" Zoe heard the woman say, but had no time to reply, so she just got in the car.

"Good morning, Miss Zoe," the man greeted her with a smile. "Morning stirred?"

"Good morning, Moblit," she wished with a sigh, but soon recovered her spirits. "Morning complicated, you mean. What we have for today?" Hanji asked curiously.

Zoe Hanji become an investigative journalist. It was a secret. A man named Dot Pixis had appreciated her gift of observation along with more discretion and the way to write good news and had hired for services that only someone like her could. After all, she was still a woman and feminist movements were still spreading across Europe.

Moblit told to her that there would be a large gathering of traders in one of the finest restaurants in Paris. The real "problem" was not that, but according to some unreliable people — but they were still sources of information —, they all had links with the Mafia and were probably in trouble and in debt up to their neck.

"Mafia, uh?" she murmured, holding the cigarette between her fingers. "That sounds interesting."

"And Dangerous," Moblit added in a warning tone. "Miss Zoe, you sure will be part of it?"

"Of course! Why not? That's all I needed."

Moblit sighed. Zoe was determined and stubborn and he wouldn't be able to change her mind. Besides her natural observation skills and her great intelligence, she was a persistent, courageous and determined woman. And that was another reason for which Pixis had hired her.

"We got a table for you close to where they will sit," he explained calmly and handed a small piece of paper to her. "Stay near the exit, anything I'll be waiting outside."

"It will not be a problem, it will be fine," she declared optimistic. "L' Ambroise? An expensive commodity, don't you think?"

"Occupational hazard, Miss Zoe," he replied with a gentle smile and stopped the car in front of a busy salon. "Arrived."

"Thanks, Moblit. I really needed to fix my mound," Hanji sincerely thanked.

"Thanks to Mr. Pixis. I'll pick you later, Miss." Hanji climbed out and waved to him. "Have fun."

"Certainly." And she walked toward the place with a smile.

Two hours later, Zoe Hanji came out with the new hair in foil. Now it face was shiny and soft, let cut the ends to be all the same size. The brunette was so glad that she wanted to jump, but that would be completely inappropriate at the time. So she merely smiled.

Noon and point, Zoe was at the restaurant, sitting at the bar, sipping a glass of champagne. She carefully watched the people going in and out of place, such as traders waited for them to appear. After ten whole minutes, they began to arrive. Altogether there were four. They sat at the table and at the same instant that her table was released. She sat quietly and he was given the menu. Hanji asked any dish plus a glass of champagne to kill time.

Zoe pretended to straighten in her chair and stretched her neck to hear better achieve what a low, fat old man began to say,

"Farlan, it is impossible to keep paying you. Each passing year interest only increase and it is getting impossible.

"I agree. Couldn't we negotiate?" What appeared to be the youngest asked, he had short brown hair and blue eyes. "The debt is higher than you borrowed to us years ago."

"Ah, gentlemen. I think this is non-negotiable. There is nothing we can do for you. Debt is debt," Farlan said calmly drinking a glass of champagne.

"This is unacceptable!" the man that before was in silence, manifested, greatly increasing the tone of voice, which eventually calling attention of other customers. He continued with the lower voice, "Must have another way."

"Another way?" Farlan asked in a mocking way, but otherwise virtually unnoticeable.

"I'm sure there's a way to fix this so everyone without any loss," the fat old man opined.

"Pay attention," he began with a serious voice but he calm expression on his face was more frightening than anything. "There isn't another way. That's the deal and end of story. "Before any of them could protest, he continued, "No going back. This is how we work and is the price at which you asked. And it is good that the money is in our door until Monday."

"Here's your plate, Mademoiselle. I hope you enjoy," The waiter came suddenly and ended up fumbling to hear the rest of the conversation.

"Thank you," Zoe thanked forcing a smile and the waiter departed. "Damn, I didn't hear what he finished saying."

She looked the conversation again, trying to listen as much as she could.

"Is that a threat?" What about the Farlan asked with a smile. " I will send your greetings to our boss, lords. With your license." And he arose from his chair and walked away.

"Hum, so it seems they are really involved with the Mafia or something at the end," she thought, eating a piece of potato.

"If we want to get rid of it, only one way," the fat old man found in a bad mood. "Let's kill Levi."

"So that's his name? Interesting," Hanji thought, wiping her lips with a napkin.

Before leaving, she left money on the table and gave one last look at the lords, considering the size of the shit that they had gotten into.

— $ || $ —

It was Friday. Hanji used go out in this day to have some fun. She was too fond of her work, but even she needed a rest sometimes. She had the habit of going to the same bar every Friday and requested a glass of whiskey, enjoyed jazz, then she go away. Occasionally she flirted, but rarely appeared someone worth the effort.

This time was no different. Zoe sat in her favorite seat at the bar and asked for her beloved whiskey. She enjoyed other people and their behavior, their actions and how others reacted to note.

Hanji enjoyed the music in silence with eyes closed. When the song ended, she opened her eyes only to find another pair of gray eyes staring at her from afar. Hanji bit her lower lip to hold back a smile.

He seemed like the type who liked to be discreet. Zoe lit a cigarette and she asked the bartender for another glass of whiskey. He even looked at her and it made her shiver.

What the hell was that...?

Zoe inspired the smell of alcohol and felt giddy. She drank two sips and her favorite song started playing. When the brunette realized, the man was standing in front of her with outstretched hand in a silent invitation.

Hanji looked at him and smiled. He was attractive, had incredibly gray, but beautiful eyes, was shorter than her, but it didn't matter. She could see his broad shoulders and strong through his clothes and probably his whole body was so.

Her heart beat faster.

The brunette blew cigarette smoke and turned the glass of whiskey before holding his hand and accept his invitation. His fingers roamed her back in a deliciously torturous speed until it reaches around her waist and pull her to him.

Her breasts were pressed against the strong, muscular chest and she held a gasp. She laid her hand gently on his shoulders and walked his rhythm in dance. They were silent, looking directly into the eyes. Her heart was beating so hard that Zoe thought Levi could hear it.

What was his name? What he did for a living? What secrets he hid behind that stoic face?

Hanji opened his mouth to speak, but in the end, she decided not to say anything. She had the impression that if she did, would spoil the magic that surrounded them and kept silent. Fingers tightened on his shoulders and realized that the song drew to a close, Zoe looked at him. If Levi wanted to steal a kiss at that moment, she would leave.

With that in mind, she slid her thumb across his chin in an almost erotic caress and suddenly pulled away.

She leaved him alone in the middle of the room and left.

Her legs were shaking, blood flowed fast from her veins and her heart was racing. Her hands began to sweat and Zoe felt hot. It was a strange and sexy at the same time feeling.

She took one last look before wear her black coat and leave.

Zoe is 23 years old when she meets Levi for the first time, there's so strange sensations inside her, she flees. She still didn't know, but that man would be her fate and what will born from there, no man on earth could extinguish.


A/N: hehe, hello again. I decided to focus in Hanji's vision this time and show a little the moments before they met each other. And well, this fanfic will be shortfic, something about five or six chapters. In the next chapter already be the part of prompt where they run away.

Hope you enjoy that, thanks for reading until the end and bye bye! Give me nice reviews, huh? ;)

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