— living in tokyo japan was the dream of any young teenager desiring an escape from their horrid life. however, what the pictures showcased were far from the reality and truth of what tokyo was in the first-perspective picture.

your father worked for the mafia, and people who came around your house referred to him as the head man, or boss man of the turf. as a child, you slowly figured out who he was and what he did. your father enjoyed hiding the truth or so it seemed.

it was a choice you didn't decide on, or even have a vote in; leaving your past life behind to move to japan. you moved because of the consigliere, your father's right hand man. hearing the other reason for this had you enraged. he wished to move to japan because they were known for their mafia ties and connections, and the mafia reputation as a whole was held in high regard there. so, he made the request to your father and he agreed.

you stand now at 18 years old, long adjusted to living in tokyo. your father had moved you to a private setting to talk about the consigliere's son, scaramouche. you've seen him around once or twice and have heard his name leave your fathers tounge quite a few, too.

both he and the consigliere had agreed on you two arranging a marriage, and you both had no say. safe to say, this had you further enraged. even with whining and yelling, nothing would change their mind. they had you settle down and had the two of you sit down together to get to know eachother, and see who they were marrying. they intended for this marriage to end well, and in the future expect a child or two to continue the mafia bloodline.

standing face to face with scaramouche, a look of disgust fills his porcelain face. "i have to marry.. you?" he says in a voice of dismay, as he would rather die than put a ring on your finger. you look at him like you didn't wanted this as much as he did.

why was it in your hands to continue the mafia bloodline? you'd rather he back a random girl. you didn't want children with him!