Short, I know. But this the boring kiddy days, and I'm time skipping as quickly as possible so I could go back to chapter 1

Chapter 3

At the age of 8, I had completed 3 more assassination mission. By that time, I was forced to learn 2 more languages.

At the age of 9, I was to learn computer programming and I was to create a program that would act as a good enough virus that would absorb all of the information in a computer. Thankfully, it was good enough for them.

And now at 10, I had completed 15 missions by then, 3 of them solo and not assisted by Cognac at all. By this point, I was fluent in those 2 languages and had to take another language. I now spoke Swedish, English, Japanese, Spanish and French, and was now learning Chinese.

The top dog of the Organization had decided that I had to 'graduate' so I had a 'future' and an identity should anyone ever asks. I was not to use my birth name in this case as I was legally dead. So they picked a name for me. Mihashi Mizuki. I didn't know why they chose that, but as I was forced with the name, there was no choice but to use it.

But, ugh, growing up once more was a bother. I put on a brown contact lense and my red backpack, putting on a hat and got out of my apartment, ready to face the uninteresting moment that was elementary. Too bad that I couldn't skip grades.

"Now, everyone! Make sure that you give that leaflet to your parents or guardians!" I groaned in despair. Why did we have to have this? On Friday, there will be something called a Parents Participation Day, where parents and guardians would go to school and watch their children do shit in school.

Now, it wasn't a big deal if somebody's parents didn't come, but with the children, it was a taboo. For the parents to not come on that day would immediately mean to the children that the parents didn't love you or anything. Pity eyes and mockery would start. I sighed, a children's world was even worse than being in the Black Organization.

"Huh? And why should I come?" I shrug.

"A good cover? Because nobody had really seen my 'parents' or anything like that." I said, sighing. "I don't know about the Black Organization, but I wouldn't want to break my cover just like that because children are stupid." I dragged my face down my face. I know it was a bit low mentioning the BO to her, but there was no choice.

I looked up to see Cognac with one of her eyebrows raised, a bit irritated, which means a lot for her as she is a ball of fury.

"Fine! I'll come. But why do you call them Black Organization? You do know its real name." She asked me. I shrugged.

"Isn't it better that way? I call them BO, and people would think that it is an abbreviation for Body Odor, so when I say it stinks, then they would think it otherwise." I nonchalantly said, making her facepalm.

"The Organization...stinks…" She mumbled through her palms.

"When is it?" She asked me. I took out the leaflet from my backpack and handed it over to her, waiting for her to read it.

"Acceptable. I'll be informing the…..BO..about this." She hesitantly said that.

And that was that.

Usually in a Japanese classroom, there would be 6 columns of seats and whatever rows of it. I was currently seated on the 4th column from the door, and 4 seats down. Currently, my seat neighbors were Aoyama Satsuki who was to my left, Tanaka Ren to my right, Furuhashi Daichi to my front and Higashi Jiro who was at my back. Well, they don't have any meaning to my life, but I have to blend in.

'Jiro-kun' was an annoying little brat who would like to kick at the back of my chair. 'Satsuki-chan' was an annoying little bitch who likes to gossip and talks loud, but if she gets into trouble, she blames somebody who is conveniently near. 'Ren-kun' is a dirty little snot-eater who literally eats his own booger after he digs into his nose, but would sometimes wipe it on some random surface. It made me bring hand sanitizer, wet tissue, and rubbing alcohol sprayer around. 'Daichi-kun' stinks like feces. I don't know what he had been doing to smell like that, but I would sometimes spray Febreze at him as secretly as possible.

During the Parents Participation Day, a lot of snotty, shitty little brats looking back to where their parents were standing, waving to them and whispering pretty loudly. 'Jiro-kun' at least stopped trying to wreck a hole in my chair. But then 'Satsuki-chan' came closer to me and whispered pretty loudly.

"Where is your mama? My mama is there." She said, pointing at where a woman standing in a business suit and everything about her was prim and proper. My face contorted in disgust, discreetly wiping off her saliva away from my face when she whispered at me.

I pretended I didn't hear her, concentrating on the teacher's lecture as best as I could as I was bored and had already learnt this easy thing.

"Hey! Are you listening?!" She whispered harshly. I ignored her, making sure to not glance at her, or else she would pin the blame on me.

I heard soon heard the clicking of high heels and turned to look whose it was. Of course, it was Cognac in disguise, the same disguise as the other day, with clothes that emphasizes her figure and stiletto that I knew contained a sharp knife in the heels.

"Whose mama is that?" 'Satsuki-chan' gasped in awe. I could see the other kids envy at how young my 'mother' was. The other mothers were looking at her, judging her. Some of the fathers who were here were blatantly staring at her, making their wives have to nudge harshly at them. Jesus Christ. This wasn't a fashion show.

When the lesson was over, and thankfully. I walked up to her. "You're late." I said. She came at 23 minutes before the lesson was over. Cognac just scoffed, flicking her brown wig's tresses.

"I was busy with work." She said simply. I nodded, that excuse was acceptable as the BO was pretty harsh and strict on punctuality.

"Mizuki-chan! Is that your mama?" Ugh, Satsuki. She and her groupies started coming near me, much to my disgust. Her group contained of 5 people, and all of them were of the 'popular' group. Why? Because they were 'pretty', and have a lot of things that children would be envious of.

"Kill me already." I whispered harshly into her dress, making her snort, before having to face the terror.

"Yes, she is my mother." I said. The word I used was 'Okaa-san', meaning a more polite than just simple 'Kaa-san'. Nobody really uses 'sama' in modern days anymore except for people who came from old backgrounds and workers who uses it for customers. And 'sama' would mean that she is greater than me, so I refused to use it.

"Wow! Your mama is very young and pretty!" Moriyama Sachiko, Satsuki's Underling #1 gushed. I sighed as it made 'mother' feel proud. In her mid-30s, yet she looks like she was barely in her mid 20s.

"Why do you call your mama, 'mother'?" 'Satsuki-chan' asked me. I sighed.

"Can you stop with your questions already, you stupid little brat?" I cursed at her in Swedish. It made the girls blink in confusion and asked me what I just said. I just smiled serenely, and said that I never said anything. I could hear Cognac laugh into the palm of her hands as I knew she knew what I said.

"I call her mother, because it is more polite that way." I said calmly, making them understand, at least for now.

"Cognac, why can't they leave me alone, like seriously?" I asked rhetorically to Cognac in French, who snorted, but didn't answer me.

The bell soon rang for the next subject, making parent and child say their goodbyes to each other before heading to separate places. Us, children, back to our seats, and parents back home.

As it turns out, Cognac just wanted to be fashionably late and was barely even here.

END!

I didn't really notice it before, but Cognac suddenly reminded me of Dandan after I read a one piece fic