Yokohama, City.

To say you had it good would be an understatement, especially when you were the child of Fukuzawa Yukichi and Mori Ougai. Fukuzawa was the President of the Armed Detective Agency while Mori was the Boss of the Port Mafia, the top two organizations that were at one another's throats for years, and yet, they had you? Odd, right? Well, not for them. See, they both knew they loved one another despite the things they'd been through, despite the flaws one another had, and they loved one another for that, and with that, they began their secret love affair, hiding it behind closed doors and fake appearances in public, but in private, the two embraced their love for one another with sweet whispers, secret touches, and affection that the two only shared. And they were happy, and especially when you came into play.

With the help of a surrogate that managed to have you, you've been their child since. When you were older, you joined the Port Mafia, going under a fake name so no one in the Mafia knew who you were. Fukuzawa even began to secretly help the Port Mafia while maintaining his image as the President of the Armed Detective Agency, so you had both parents protection no matter what. In skills, you were as skilled as Mori was when he was a black market doctor, and in terms of physical and personality wise, you were exactly Fukuzawa, no doubt about it, but, you managed to always hide your eyes and hair with shades and either a hood or fedora, and always had your hair up too to avoid suspicion. You had the best of both worlds, and one day, you'd say to yourself, one day, you'd get to brag to the world about how you had the best damn parents in the whole world.

It was a hazy day, the work of the Mafia kept you busy, alright, you were running around, doing missions, paperwork, keeping everyone in line (you were the head commander). You weren't even able to catch a break, hell, even Chuuya saw it, and decided to inform the Boss about it, considering that you desperately needed rest, despite your protests. So, you waited, and continued to still work your ass off despite being told to stop until the Boss called you in, you didn't care, you'd work yourself to the bone to make sure this Mafia stayed in line, plus, you'd been a lot secretive lately about stuff, so it was no surprise when you got called in, and you stepped through the door and closed it behind you, Mori gave you a look of worry and disappointment, while Fukuzawa stood by his side, his arms in his green kimono sleeves, and his emotionless, stoic expression was in place, but you could see the extreme worry in his cold, metallic blue eyes of his.

Mori: "Dear....sit down, we need to speak with you, child..." he said in a tired, and worried voice. Fukuzawa remained silent, waiting for you to speak.

Fukuzawa: "My little wolf...." Fukuzawa mumbled under his breath.

You knew you were screwed with the tone Mori used, and you sat down in the chair in front of his desk....preparing yourself to speak, or explain yourself if it called for it.