My Yakuza Lineage and Otaku Nature Ruin my Teenage Romance
DISCLAIMER: Persona 3 is owned by ATLUS. Not a single shred of it is mine.
Fuuka Yamagishi's life was something she considered to be the very manifestation of misfortune and despair.
Right off the bat after she was born, she had been abandoned by her parents. She had learned later that her father had a heavy debt to the Yakuza, and decided that instead of paying back the money he had borrowed; his daughter would be the exchange – his and his wife's necks would be spared, and Fuuka would become a servant to the Yakuza as she grew up.
Truthfully, from the eyes of the unknowing public, Fuuka's role as a servant to the large group of bloodthirsty men situated in Japan would be equal to a living hell. That was not the case.
At first, it had all felt so strange and unfamiliar to her. She refused to speak in front of the fellow maids she was soon to become one of, and frequently locked herself in her small room by the servant quarters. She would brood days on end about why her parents valued their lives more than hers.
Soon enough, she began to open up.
Growing up in the main household's mansion in the small town of Inaba, she was never treated like dirt, nor was she abused in the most horrible of ways; she aged, and learned of the various tasks that the maids had to do, such as cleaning, cooking, laundry, and the likes. They also served as the very family she misses, spending time with her, chatting with her, teaching her how to read and write, and helping her in any way they can.
As she matured, she understood the real reason why the Yakuza had existed, and their aim was far from the assumptions of the common man. She learned of it when she was finally 14 years of age, straight from the mouth of the current head.
"Fuuka-chan, I hope that you continue to honor the cause of the Yakuza even after the secrets I have told you."
Fuuka nodded and bowed; a gentle smile evident on her face. "Even without the revelation of such a cause, I am bound by gratitude to serve those who have saved me from misfortune."
The head chuckled. "Then, when the time comes, I shall leave my son in your capable care, as I know you are still to become a better practitioner of the trade you employ here as an aid to the Yakuza."
Keeping the head's words close to heart, she waited patiently for the coming of the next head. None of the current members belonging to the lower hierarchies, nor the maids, knew of the identity of the head's child; however, they were assured of the heir's legitimacy as a son holding the blood of the head.
On her stroll to school on this specific day, she declined the usual routine of having herself be accompanied by one of the head's guards (as the head had usually prescribed), as she had been confident that nothing bad ever happens to her, and that dangerous kinds of people won't be around that much. Much to her expectations, while on her way through Port Island Station, she had become the target of three goons.
Suddenly grabbed from behind, Fuuka was dragged into a deserted corner of Port Island Station and was put into a dangerous situation for the first time of her life.
"C'mon, ojou-chan, let's have some fun!"
"Yeah, we've seen ya a lot around in Port Island Station, whenever ya go home! Lucky your bodyguards ain't with ya today! Kukukuku!"
"Sooo, Whaddya say? Hehehehehe."
Fear and terror gripped her senses; her legs had lost all traces of strength, and she slumped to the ground, clutching her head with her hands in fright. "P-please leave me alone! D-don't hurt me!"
S-someone. . . . Please. . . .
Help. . . me. . .
P-plea—
"Hey, you morons."
A flash of blue; mere seconds turned into moments lasting forever into the recesses of the teal-haired girl's memories.
As she saw her captors fall one by one, she had been brought back to the usual speed of life's moving time as she had felt her body be lifted and taken away. Looking up for a moment, she saw the bearer of the warm hold that had swiftly taken her away from danger.
Long locks of sapphire dangled from his head; a messy tide that covered part his face's right side.
But the features that had attracted Fuuka the most before fading away and losing consciousness was no more than –
His eyes.
Framed in place by the sharp-looking glasses he wore. Dark irises that sparked a flame of bravery and strength; yet reflected a similar amount of sadness, sorrow, and pain.
And darkness gripped Fuuka's senses, lulling her to sleep before she could've pondered any longer about the blue-haired boy.
"I wonder where he could be."
It was already noontime, yet Fuuka had steeled herself that if she were to lose the opportunity to eat lunch just to find her savior, and then lose her lunch she shall.
After having woken up in the infirmary, Fuuka was surprised after hearing from Mr. Edogawa that she had been out cold almost the whole of the morning. After recalling the events that had transpired from her walk to school until to her rest in the school's infirmary, she quickly left the nurse's office with a bow for Mr. Edogawa and rushed to find the blue-haired boy she so wanted to thank.
Having no luck seeing him through the main routes through school or in any of the classrooms and even the school cafeteria, Fuuka had decided to go for one of the more secluded places any person would undoubtedly think of.
The school roof.
Soon enough, she had nearly finished her trek through the dusty staircase when she had found some very significant signs showing that the roof was indeed occupied:
"The door's open . . . and the flights have footprints on them, the grooves embedded on the dust. . ."
Though she may have been trained with a major background in doing housework, she, together with the other maids, has been trained to hone their senses and reflexes befitting of individuals working for the Yakuza. And among the servants, Fuuka's skills of observation were on a level far higher from anyone else's.
As she reached for the doorknob, she caught sight of the blue-haired boy, eating all alone, through the very small opening of the door.
"That's . . . him!"
And once she had mustered her strength to go and give her gratitude to the lad, she heard an all too familiar tune from her pocket.
"My phone's ringing. . . . who could be calling now?"
Taking her phone out, she flipped it open and after seeing the all too familiar name of an important contact, she decided that thanking the boy could for a moment or two.
"Hello? Fuuka Yamagishi speaking."
"Hey there, Fuuka. How was the travel to school today?"
"Well, I. . . um, I know I can't say it was fine since you guys must've used some sort of surveillance on me right?
"Can't deny that completely. As a matter of fact, we did – and we would like to apologize for that. You were in a tough pickle, and we reacted too late there. But all's well that ends well, right?"
Fuuka grinned. "Luckily someone was in the area. I was saved back there."
"Glad you're fine. To get to the main point, please go to the school gate. A limousine will be waiting for you there. We need everyone back at HQ."
The girl could detect unease in the speaker's voice. "Why's that? School isn't even over yet."
"Well, head's orders. Something big's come up, and the head wants to speak with everyone about it. He even gave emphasize to 'especially Fuuka'."
". . . . I see." All hesitation lost, Fuuka shut her eyes for a moment and serious expression now painted her face. She then turned and began her descent from the rooftop. I guess I'll have to thank him tomorrow – maybe I can even make bento!, she thought, giggling a bit.
"I'm on my way to the school gate. What's the meeting about?"
Even if Fuuka was only a maid, the head's favoring of her has given her a good reputation amongst some of the higher-ups, that she was entrusted information at times that the head wished it so.
"It's about the next heir – the head thinks he's ready to succeed the seat for the next generation."
"-!? I-is that true?!"
"Better believe it. Gotta run, Fuuka. Things to fix and preparations to do. I'm tasked to take the heir back to HQ. Take care, 'kay?"
"Thank you very much. You too, Tatsuya-nii."
Reaching the black limousine parked by the school gate, Fuuka gave one last look at the school roof, making a mental memo so as to not forget the lad she had to thank her life for. Entering the vehicle, she soon spotted one of the Yakuza's choppers heading for the school.
Was the heir really a student at Gekkoukan? Oh, and I hope they land the chopper properly on the school grounds.
And as the limousine drove further away from the school, the teal-haired girl never got to see the helicopter pick up the very sole resident of Gekkoukan High's rooftop and take a certain blue-haired boy get in the vehicle.
Sort of a filler. It's just that I'm having fun writing, but I don't want to rush developments so fast – I also need to make adjustments to fit things rather well in the story.
By the way, though there would be multiple love interests, I'll be focusing on one girl for the real relationship Makoto is to have. Guess who the girl is! Get it right, and get a cyber cookie from yours truly! Yes, I have come to a decision that I'll be continuing this!
Please leave a review. It fuels my drive to write when I see people enjoy what I write.
~Arsony
