Well, I got this crazy idea one random bad day and the idea stuck. So here I am, writing yet another story I really don't have time to be writing! I suck! Ok, well. . . Guess I should go on, eh? Let's ride!
Enjoy!
P.S. No, this whole story is not in first-person. I'd go crazy. It's just this one, but don't hold it against me!
P.S.S. Sorry, I had to re-write a tiny bit, so . . .((Working on two, I promise!))
Disclaimer: I own neither Hana Yori Dango nor the Japanese mafia. So don't sue/kill me. Because I really do not want the sleep with the fishes!
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Prelude: Our Story Began . . .
Everything's normal.
I started going to Eitoku Academy one year ago. It's a nice school, considering the fact each and every kid here is spoiled and rotten. Everyone's the son or daughter of someone you'd normally see in the papers or on T.V. What? Am I spoiled and rotted? Well, I have to admit, a little.
Paupers have little or no power in this type of school. In truth, they kinda get on my nerves. I'm not against them completely or anything, but the few I've run into I've noticed were part of families that were always trying to wheedle their way into high society. Funny that in our society they'd most likely crash and burn. We don't really like outsiders all that much.
Well, ok, I'm perfectly fine with other poor people, but these folks have no idea what they'd get into. Most of these families were . . . Well, jack-asses, in all honesty. The girls would speak of nothing but clothes, jewelry, nose jobs and boob jobs. The guys would rant about how their fathers had bought them a new watch, or a new car, or a new this-and-that.
Boredom.
Oh? Which group did I fit into?
Well, I was in a group of people much like myself, though I mostly kept to myself. After all, the others in my 'group' were, at the time, very dangerous and I was just trying to live my life. We were . . .and are, alike in that our families were knit quite closely. We ran in the same circle, went to the same events, believed the same crap.
Our families are part of the Japanese mafia.
Yep. My family is part of the crime, drug, and murder rings of Japan. Though we're not the richest, or most powerful, we still hold a great deal of influence. It's not publicly known, of course. Do you know how dead I would be if I was known to be the daughter of 'Mama' and 'Papa' Makino? Really dead!
Yasukichi and Cheiko Makino were both in their twenties when Doumyouji Tatsumi, the leader of the mafia more than twenty years ago, had asked them if they would consider a life serving the Japanese underground. Two years later, I, Makino Tsukushi, was born.
They decided to side with the Doumyouji's and the countless other families ruling Japan's underground soon after my second month of life. They thought a life following the rules of the government would only put me in a dazzle.
Oh, yeah, being raised by killers wasn't dazzling at all!
So, as you can tell, I was a little . . . different . . . from the other kids at Eitoku. They lived knowing their bodyguards would keep a constant watch on them. I lived knowing only my own abilities could save me. That and my family's ready supply of weaponry in a room just off the main staircase. Eitoku doesn't have metal detectors, so I also kept a convenient hand-gun in my locker and strapped to my thigh.
Papa thinks it's funny. A teenage girl, mini skirts as a standard dress code, and a gun just barely hidden from sight. He was so proud of me my first day of school. I had hid a rather large gun in my backpack . . . I was in kindergarden. Mama had found it and smiled at me, then placing it back in the hidden pocket. I had walked around school carrying what was then a very heavy weapon.
Not one person had noticed.
Anyway, the only reason I'm telling you straight out that I'm the child of a mafia head is because this was where my story began, one year ago. In this very hallway I now stand in, where I met the man that would someday become my leader.
Doumyouji Tsukasa, grandson of the man that had permitted entrance to my family; and the sole reason I never walked down this hallway for the first months I attended Eitoku. Yeah, he was one of the mafia group in Eitoku I mentioned. He and five others attended this academy for the rich and powerful.
He was the strongest of them; of anyone. He could beat anyone in a fight, fair or free. He was the definition of 'sexy' and 'deadly'. His eyes could pierce you with their intensity; his mouth would make you shiver in fear . . . or lust, in my case. Everything about him radiated power.
Tsukasa could have had any female this side of the globe. Why he chose me when he'd already broken away from us, I don't know, but I'm only back here now because of him.
That day, I'll never forget. Nor will I ever accept it as truth. Whether it be a lie to protect me or truth to protect me, I'll never accept it until I see the end of this life.
Our story. . . The story of how the Japanese mafia fell and how we fell with it . . .Began here and ended here.
It's still so short! Damn it! Barely three pages. What's with that? Anyway, what did all of you readers think? Bit confusing? Yeah, for me, too. I just hate my Hana Yori Dango fics. Always confuse me.
Please review! And tell the truth! ((But please, no grammar and typing problems. It's a computer. It messes stuff up sometime.
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