Fate Hates Us All, Remember? || Soukoku \ BSD

❀ + 𓆟|| April 29th

Shūji quickly encountered a woman. She had black curly short locks and a menacing smile, but if she could get Shūji home he didn't mind.

"Miss? Do you know where any gaurds or servants are to take me home? Perferably someone such as Mr. Oldi- Hirostu, " Shūji said without stutter. Not a single stutter happened, yep.

The woman turned around and knealt to get to the six year old's level, "Why, aren't you the Port Mafia boss's grandson? It is a pleasure of meeting such a handsome boy. I can get you someone to take you home, immediately! "

As Shūji followed her, he remembered exactly who she was. An executive who used her charm to do all her wrong doings. But did Shūji mind? No. If it meant getting away from everything and everyone he'd gladly follow this lady.

Right. Right. Door. Left. Right. Door.

Shūji kept track of every door the two of them walked through. He wasn't going to trust anyone after seeing what had happened. He didn't want to take the risk. Who said this lady wasn't going to hurt someone, or even him? Too many concerns came into the young boy's head that he didn't even realize the both of them and stopped.

Mr. Hirostu stood before them, "Oh? I didn't expect to run into you Mizuki Akemi, Young Shūji. "

"Oh! Hirostu-sama!" The woman smiled in a 'flirtatious' way, "The boss's grandson had wanted to get home, wished it were you to take him. "

"I see, very well then. Come along now, I'll get a vehicle ready. Thank you Mizuki-san, " Mr. Oldie bowed his head slightly at her and let Shūji latch onto his hand. It, of course, didn't take long before Hirostu noticed anything off with the kid. He didn't say anything, instead he waited until Shūji said something. Yet, as they got into the black vehicle, he knew that he wouldn't talk. "Do you mind if I ask whats on your mind? It isn't healthy to be keeping things that have left you dead eyed to yourself."

"... What is 'love' to you..? " Shūji shakily spat out.

"Love? To me, it's nice to have fallen in love if that is what you wish, but it isn't necessary in my current life. More so.. A nuisance? " he looked back at the kid, "of course, you don't have to view 'love' like that. It's a wonderful feeling- according to those who have fallen in love. It's why it hurts when that person doesn't love you back, or when something happens to that other person. "

"Do you know why Father doesn't love Mama? Why he's married to someone he doesn't love?"

"To continue the family line. I won't get into detail until you're older about how that family line is continued so, please, don't ask. "

"Okay, " Shūji sighed a quiet yet saddening sigh. Hirostu didn't exactly know how to deal with this child's behavior, obviously, he wasn't a father, nor a babysitter. He killed and stole for a living. Yes, he had somehow gotten the kid a bit attached to him, but was it intended? No. They shared very few words. Words that had made the vehicle go into pure silence. All Hirostu knew was that the meeting from earlier was a definite cause for the young boss's attitude.

Shūji stared out the window the whole ride. He saw cherry blossoms falling as they got closer to their destination. He looked at Mr. Hirostu, who was driving, from the other end. He's looked through each and every compartment in the mini black limousine they were in, yet he still didn't get why a limousine was such a wanted thing. Was it because you could hide grape juice and those guns in those compartments? Because that's the only thing in these. Shūji went back to looking out the windows. What a beautiful sight. He always enjoyed where his home was, because everywhere around was like a garden of flowers, trees, vegetation, and even funny looking bugs. The lucky thing was, no one was home besides him and Mr. Oldie- jeez, Shūji already got in trouble with that nickname. No need to get into more trouble.