Chapter 1

Ugh, dammit. My body hurts so much I can't move even an inch. I can feel wounds all over my body and definitely some holes on my shoulder and my stomach. Damn, it hurts.

I try to open my eyes slowly since my eyes have been sensitive to lights and all. I wonder how long have I been slept. Oh god, I really want to get out of here and search for my mom then ask her if she would buy me some cakes or anything sweet. The last thing I remember that I was locked up on some white room with my mom and then we escaped and…

Oh my God.

"Are you awake? You've been asleep for three days," I heard a voice reaching out to me. I look to the side and saw a tall man with dark hair and violet eyes with long white coat. Yeah, of course, doctor.

"Who the hell are you?" I growl to him and send what people call death glare to him. My mother said that my glares really scared people but it really work at times like this when you suddenly wake up on somewhere you don't even know and someone's you don't know been watching you all the time. Well, it's not like it hadn't happen before.

"Now, now," he said as he smiles, "a young girl like you shouldn't use bad words,"

"And who the fuck are you?"

"I am your dad,"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Well, I saved your life, you know," he shrugs, "I found you, well, in an accident, and since you seem don't have any family, I think I'll adopt you,"

"Where's my mom?"

"Well, she's…" he can't complete his word. Well, it's not that I don't know what happened.

"I understand," I said. I get up from the bed and walk over to the door.

"Wait, where are you going?" he asks me. I look at him and shrug.

"I told you I'm your father now," he said as he smiles. I don't like his smile at all. It seems like he could manipulate someone with that fucking smile of his.

"Yeah, yeah, do whatever you want. I'll leave," I said then I opened the door. But suddenly he touches my shoulder and his eyes were begging me to stay.

"What?"

"Please stay," he said to me.

"And on what basis should I trust you, Mr. Lolicon?" I ask him. Man, anyone could see that he is in middle thirty and I'm just like, 14. Really, is he a lolicon?

"My name is Ougai. Ougai Mori. Let's just say I know your mother, and she said to take care of you if something was ever happened to you," he answered, "and, okay, I admit I like young girl so would you please be my daughter?" he giggles.

"Is there something wrong with your head? You're creeping me out," I look at him with disgust.

"My head? There's nothing wrong. It's just I'm just too smart that people misunderstood me as being, you know, crazy," he said.

"No, I think you're indeed crazy," I tell him and try, well tried to leave. I hold the door knob but it won't open. I shake the knob heavily but still, it won't open.

"Do you perhaps looking for this?" He said as he swings the keys in front of me.

"Dammit. There's really something's wrong with your head," I growl, "What do you want? Do you want to do something inappropriate with me? Or what? Dammit, I'll fucking kill you if you tried to touch me," He closes his distance with me and I clench my fist ready to fight anytime. But instead, he uses the key to open the door. He walks out of the room casually and stop in front of the door.

"Let's go to my office. Here's not safe," he said as he points to another direction outside the… hospital? Wait, where the hell is this?

"Then what?" I ask, mocking him.

"I'll tell you about your mother," he smirks. I don't know whether I should follow him or not. This man just emits danger from his aura and I just know that he is indeed dangerous. I have this kind of radar when I see people.

"And of course give you cute clothes," he smiles bigger. I notice that my clothes were ripped and blood was all over the clothes. My body reeks of alcohol, blood, and damn, gun powder.

"Just give me normal clothes and I'll leave," I said sternly.

"Yeah, you'll leave after make a deal with me," he said.

I sigh and follow him behind to the next door room. The old wood door sounds when this lolicon opens the door. Inside I can smell old woods and some chemicals, and a table with documents all over on it located near a book shelf. Ugh, I don't think I would like to go here for a second time. I am a clean freak. There may be cockroaches under the shelf or bugs inside it or spiders under the table. Oh god, I don't even want to imagine it.

He closes the door and let me sit on a sofa near the window. At least it's clean.

"Okay so I'll get to the point," he said, "be my daughter,"

"No," I answer quickly.

"Well, you actually don't have to answer it," he calmly goes to the near table and make some tea, "I have registered you as my adopted child," He grins as he stirs the tea. He stops for a while and hands me an adoption certificate. A copy one, that is. Sly snake.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I read the certificate and indeed this is original.

"I'll give you anything you want," he still smiles and hand me the tea he made. It was warm and sweet as I would like to call. It's been 3 years since I could drink a tea. How nostalgic. I often drank afternoon tea with my mom every day. I smell it in case it was poisoned and after I confirm that it is safe I drink it fast. I haven't been drinking in a while now.

"Is… this what you call 'sugar daddy'? I ask him in disgust as I put the cup on the table.

"No. Of course not," he answers, "Actually I got to talk to your mom right before her death. Just like I said, she asked me to take care of you,"

"I don't believe you,"

"So if tell you I know your mom's name-Maria Arquette- and I was her lover back then when we were young, do you believe me?"

"What?" I took closer at him. He have a dangerous aura that surrounds him, scheming purple eyes that should have been scaring me turned soft. I had been doing some mission with my assassin mother to know if people were lying. She asked me to follow her to work doing this and that, trained my physic and brain to cover my non-existence ability. Well, at least until 3 years ago.

"This place is called Port Mafia and I am the doctor of the current boss. You know, he's going to die anytime soon and I'm going to replace him. You'll be my daughter and going to success this Port Mafia after me if you want," he tell me.

"Are you sure you're okay with telling me this?"

"What are you implying?"

"You brought me to this room so people can't hear our conversation. It means that, of course you're not officially going to be the next mafia boss. You're going to kill him, aren't you?"

"You're sharp like your mother despite being young," he smiles simply.

"I know,"

"Well are you going to report this?"

"No," I said, "Me being officially adopted to be your children would mean that if I report this, I will be considered your associate and thank you, I still want to live,"

He laughs at that. I just give him a glare.

"That's why I like you! You'll fit perfectly with mafia life," He said, "So, what will you do now?"

"I have no choice besides being your daughter for a while. I need food, clothes, and home," I shrug.

"Wise decision," he comments, "This is just a mere question, but what do you desire the most right now?"

"Freedom," I answer quickly.

"Good. I'll be providing you with anything you need as long you cooperate with me,"

"And we need a contract for that," I point out.

"Fine. We'll write a contract. On what condition do you want?" He asks.

"Firstly, to provide me accommodation and daily needs. Second, I'll be continuing my education until I finish my college and the expense is on you. What I mean by education is school and a rightful training as a mafia member. I need that kind of education to keep on living in case something happens. Third, you can't restrict me on my relationship with anyone. Fourth, you have no right to tell others about my background. Fifth, you can't lie to me or keep secrets from me. And the last is, you are not allowed to kill me,"

"For a mere girl you have a lot of conditions," he said.

"I am your daughter, am I? Still, I haven't completely trust you yet. Of course those conditions are what normal parents do with their child, isn't it?" I smirk.

"Well, whatever. As long you're going to be loyal and not betray me," he said.

"I won't betray my father," I said, "So? It's a deal then?"

"Deal,"

"So are we going to sign a paper for this contract or what?"

"I'll make sure to have the contract tomorrow at night here,"

"And I suppose I'll do my first job right after that?"

"Yes. I'll introduce you to a boy around your age tomorrow. Now you can sleep on the room next to this room until we can have a stable life,"

"And what you mean by a stable life is to have this organization in the palm of your hand?"

"Right,"

"Whatever. I want to go to my room," I shrug and head to the door but he still speaks to me.

"Of course you'll change your name, aren't you? This is Japan and you're my daughter now, Akane Leticia Arquette,"

"Suit yourself," I sigh. I just want to take a shower and sleep, ehem, hibernate for a long time. Then I realize I have to meet this person by tomorrow at night.

"Then from now own your name will be Akane Mori,"

Hm, doesn't sound bad.