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酒⃣ は⃣ 本⃣ 心⃣ を⃣ 表⃣ す⃣

𝕾𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘

░▒▓█ A Spring Day 

The hymns never prevailed that day. They kept singing and wishing good health on everyone, the procession was lovely. Only because of the words Y/N had tributes to her mother and don't forget the work of art Yumiko had painted just in time. 

"The world had stopped that day." Y/N's voice dragged out the words, adding dramatic flare and giving her time to stop the tears that dared to spill from her eyes. 

"No one understood me like her. I know many of you can agree, she was like a shining light." Y/N proclaimed. "She would pick everyone else up even when she couldn't do that for herself. She was like a mythical creature, doing blessings from God." 

"She had fallen in love at the age of six, she used to recall that day every so more infatuated every time she would tell it. She chose the man she was going to marry at six. She pointed to him and said 'I want that one' from that day they were perfect." Y/N recounted her mother's life. "At the age of twenty she had me, with the same boy she had pointed at when she was six. Four years later was my brother, after him she had her uterus removed due to cervical cancer." 

"She was a cancer surviver from the age of twenty-four. She fought that beast until it took her last breath. She was strong and brave at the same time, while trying to pick up her heart. She would fight off magical creatures in her imagination when she was a child, then fight off the boys in her teen years and then proceed to fight until her final words." Y/N's words continued, going on about her life and what this woman did for the love of her family and her friends. 

Everyone had moved after the casket, walking all the way to where she was to be buried. Near a small river under a tree, every step they took every memory Y/N had remembered. Next to her only son, where they can be happy and at peace at last. 

Y/N's first heart break, her mother had bought two pints of ice cream and they watched movies together while eating ice cream together. To help the pain go away. They had finished over half of the barbie movies that weekend. 

They used to read books in bed together out loud, Y/N was only eight and loved hearing the words fall so gracefully from her mothers mouth. Her brother would snuggle up to his sister. Allowing the three to be warm and together. In a peaceful love. 

The day her brother passed, they cried together and they yelled together. They even smiled together when recollecting their memories with him. He was a guitar player in the making, he had a special talent that no one could compare too and he was only eight when he had passed. 

When her husband had left them, Y/N had a rough idea what was going on. She kept her mother company and allowed her to cry and sob without judgement. She was an empath from the age of six. 

When they would play dolls together, Y/N was only five years of age, she would force her parents to play dolls with her. Often times her brother wanting to join in but never knowing how to stick to the story line (considering he spoke very poorly considering he was two) Y/N had carefully picked out. 

Every memory, every camping trip, every formal, every birthday and every Christmas had come back to her, memories she had wanted to keep buried below to avoid tears and uncontrollable sobs. Everything was too much. When they had lowered her casket, no one stood with Y/N. No one could. They all understood her pain and left her alone to chat amongst themselves. 

Y/N dropped a flower onto her casket and stood next to her brothers grave, to allow comfort. Often times her and her mother would take trips to the cemetery, they would read him stories (age appropriate of course), sing happy birthday, replenish the flowers, play him the guitar and clean his grave stone. 

They had even planned to give him his first drink on his 20th birthday, considering the legal age in Japan is 20. M/N had always tried to convince Y/N of the age 18 to give him a taste of life. Y/N always said no, it wasn't legal. 

Now neither of them got to experience his 20th birthday. 

Y/N stood there, watching her mother slip further and further away from her grasp. A man dressed in black and dark purples approached her. Sticking his hand out, which had his handkerchief on it. Motioning for her to take it. 

"Take it." He said strictly. Y/N did as she was told and wiped her tears, handing the handkerchief back, not once daring to look away from her mother. "You know you can look at me, she's not going anywhere." He joked. 

"No, she isn't. What can I do the pleasure Mr...?" Y/N asked. 

"Mr Mori." He answered. Y/N froze, she knew exactly who he was, the same last name as her own he had to be who she dreaded the most. 

"I see, well, I should be leaving. No, you should be leaving." Y/N defended. Trying to ever so slightly push him in the direction of what she figured would be 'away' or in other words she was kindly motioning for him to kindly fuck off. 

"I believe you have a letter for me." He cleared his throat, she laughed. 

"The Queen's Gambit, hand me some water." She said, summoning the small box of pills as she demanded water. Mori took a small bottle of water from the complementary table of water and tissues that was at every single service. 

Y/N took a small green pill and swallowed it with water. Suddenly both her and Mori were transported to a room with a huge chess board. Both on either side, Y/N on white and Mori on Black. Y/N started to walk around the chess board to her fathers side. 

"We can discuss it here. Everything out side has frozen for the time being ." Y/N stated. Motioning for him to continue. 

"Very well then, I have been made away that you mother insists I give you a job. Why is that?" He asks, keeping his hands behind his back in an almost polite manner. 

"Her own reasons were simply, I need a higher paying job and my current job can't supply me with money for the medical bills from her treatment and the house which I have to pay off before I can sell it, not to mention I can only assume there are some sort of loyalty benefits wherever it is you work." Y/N elaborated, explaining everything in grand detail.

"And why do you think I should just hand to you a high paying job? You surely can't be qualified for it." Mori asked. "I suppose you don't do your paper work, or perhaps read files." 

"Why is that?" Y/N hesitantly asked, choosing her words carefully before asking. "I mean you aren't wrong, but it isn't my fault pissing off Kunikida is so entertaining." 

"Because then you would have known I'm the head of the Port Mafia." Mori laughed lightly, clearly proud of his very own achievement. 

"Oh...so loyalty is guarantied?" Y/N nervously laughed. "If it makes a difference I happen to know Chuuya." Y/N said casually like that was supposed to help her in any way from this so far unnerving conversation. 

"Executive Nakahara? Interesting, I wonder how you managed to meet him." Mori eyed Y/N's figure, to ensure she wasn't going to try anything from the looks of her she couldn't even touch him. "Well, I suppose you have yourself a deal." Mori stuck out his hand for a handshake. "I'll have the executive train you himself since you know him so well." 

"I see." Y/N hesitantly shook his hand. 

And that was the day she sold her soul off to the devil, a naive girl who decided to choose money and the loyalty of other over what's right and merciful.