So... I Won, Right?

Chapter 1

(Deadass this is my Dr shifting script)

I recall the day quite well. I was about 11, and I had been driven to a rather nice restaurant in a new black dress I had received in a box that morning. I never was sure what was happening around me, I just knew that I didn't enjoy the company of the people I met throughout my life and it seemed that all of those people attended the dinner that evening. I knew my father was involved with sketchy business but that was the extent of my knowledge. This evening I was escorted to a private room in the establishment with dimmed lighting and a long table in the center with a piano in the corner. It was simple with a dark color-scheme and the only source of light was from these orange lamp-shades that made my eyes hurt. The man that brought me into the room had left me alone but I could see him standing outside the door through the warped glass on the edges. I decided there was no point to sit around doing nothing, so I took a seat at the piano bench and started playing. My lessons definitely were paying off. My mind was blank as my fingers danced across the bones, I hadn't even realized I had begun to hum a melody that clashed with the piano in an eerie fashion. Men started entering the room, talking amongst each other and not acknowledging me for the most part. They took their seats, leaving the head of the table clear along with the chair to the left of it. I stopped playing once I felt many sets of eyes on my back and the whispers had subsided. I turned around, standing up and meeting the eyes of each and every one of them, then waved. There was no seat for me but I never got one as they were conducting business and I was merely entertainment. I flinched as a few echoes of laughter rumbled the room but immediately stopped once the door opened once more. A tall man with golden eyes, dark skin, and jet-black hair entered wearing a black suit and holding a cigar between his shining white teeth. Morrow Edmond. My father. He gave me a grin, rustling my hair as he went around the room to sit at the head of the table. There was a chorus of "evening boss" from the surrounding creeps once he sat down and another man walked in while shooting a wink at a passing waitress. He wore a black suit with red lining that matched his red eyes and black hair. His hair was long, pulled up into a bun with bangs framing his pale face. If he shot you a smile, you could see his fangs and you would probably notice that his eyeliner is significantly more well-done than your own. Ash Tomuraki. He was about 5'11, toned but skinny, and looked out of place, especially next to my father who was built like a wall. I liked him though. He always made me feel safe. I smiled at him as he greeted me with open arms, scooping me up in a hug and asking me how I was doing. Once I answered with my usual "bored" he held my head to his chest and covered my ears though I could still hear him. He said something about not being thrilled I was even here. It seemed that him and my father argued a moment before he let me go, fixing my dress and taking his place at the table. I resumed playing piano, not paying any attention to the ruffians behind me as they ordered food, talked, and bantered. Once everyone finished eating, a hush fell over the table and I could hear my fathers voice echo through the private room.

"Now, let's get down to brass tacks. I will be taking a trip to America in order to be sure our branch is doing well on that side of the water. My daughter will be staying with Ash and training in order to get into UA. It's important she gets close to Endeavors son in order for us to take the Hero's down from the inside. You all will assist in training her, I trust you aren't complete idiots and can in fact do that much."

This was the first of me hearing about this but once again- it wasn't surprising. I was usually the last to know things. Understandable. I was still just a kid. I felt a presence next to me, looking up and seeing Ash at the bench as well and watching as his fingers start to play a tune.

"Well? Aren't you gonna play, kiddo?" I smile at him as my fingers rest back on the keys and I match the melody with a counter-melody that seemed to melt together with his song quite well.