YuYan One Shots

Three of Hearts

In this world, there are 3 types of status in society. One there is the middle-class who work just an average hour to earn daily. Second is the political people, they are the one who rules and lead. Some are corrupt and some are those who genuinely do their jobs like the police. Lastly are the poor people, this one only relies on government help and begs for their living.

Well, I would like to add the ghost peoples to whom my family belongs into. We are called 'the mafia'  

Most people know us to do dirty jobs and run around creating chaos but we usually run business silently, we don't bring other people down for our benefit but we do kill if needed. Only in the movies does drama happens. Mafia was also divided into two categories: the bad ones who don't bow down to anyone. They rebel against the government and the other mafia groups. And we have the good ones like us, we know our limitations and still follow the law, we just don't want fame around us.

Yuyan's POV

"Dad, are we going to move houses again?" I asked my father who is sitting in front of me. Men in black suits are standing behind him. My father opened up about this matter when I was still young, He did discuss that we are in an organization and that I shouldn't just tell others about it.

"My little lion" He patted my head "until the war between the bad mafia is ceased only then we can settle down into a peaceful place" He continued, I can only not at him. Ever since I was six we have been moving city after city until now that I am 17 years old. 

My father always spoils me rotten. When I got my first tattoo at 14 he did not go against it, I was young and immature to get a tattoo at that time but like my father says, enjoy your youth while it lasted. He said getting a tattoo is like a tradition of joining the mafia so he was very much pleased about it. 

My mom if you ask, she was killed during the war between the police and the rebels. They thought my mother was the mastermind behind the rebels so the police brutally shot her to death. My father is still looking for who is the culprit behind as they stamp on the pieces of evidence and destroyed the proof that could hold a wave of peace for my father. 

"Will you at least let me attend a school again here?" I asked him pleadingly.

"Sure sweetheart" He smiled at me and immediately contacted all his connections. I do not fear a single presence of my father even his actions that seem frightful to others. HE is my father no matter what, He's all I've got left.

After a while, a doorbell was heard outside or porch. My father's men were ready within a second but soon relaxed after we saw the monitor. It's just a kid and her parent.

"The neighborhood might want to welcome us, you want to come Yan?" He stand up and dusted his suit. I nodded at him and walk beside him towards the front door. Our new house is quite spacious and big this time so it took us a while to get to the front door from the dining table.

"Hello" My father greeted in the most gentle voice he could. The kid about my age or a year older still flinches though.

"I think you guys are new here, So my daughter and I want to welcome you guys" The woman handed a basket of freshly baked bread to my father "I just baked a few batches of bread I hope you guys will like it. Come on Xie Xue say hi" 

"Hello, Welcome to the neighborhood," She said and offered her hands to me "the name is Xie Xue but you can call me Xie Keyin" I took her hand and shook it.

"Hello nice to meet you, the name's Yu Yan," I said making it as short as possible. She does look lively the moment I introduced myself to her.

"I guess you guys will be best of friends huh?" Mrs. Xie said to us and my father did agree "Well if that is the case you are welcome to visit often her Keyin" My father patted the kid's head.