The Boy With The Sad Eyes

17.

Y/n sat down on a stool as she watched closely. There were many men, but one person stood out among the rest.

That's got to be her.

"How can I help ya young lady?" A man questioned on the other side of the counter. He had a rag in his hand as he dried a glass. Y/n looked up at him and turned to glance at the girl on the right side of the room. "Is she a regular?" Y/n asked slightly pointing in the direction of the girl. The man grabbed his beard and set the glass down. "Yeah. She never drinks anything though." He replied grabbing the glass and putting it on a shelf. The light hovering above Y/n began flickering. Y/n looked at the ground.

Y/n took a deep breath and made sure her gun was loaded before getting off the stool. Her footsteps could barely be heard as she approached the girl. "I knew you'd come here." She spoke. Her voice had a surprisingly high pitch to it. Y/n put her hand on her hip in case she had to pull her gun out. "And how exactly do you know that?" Y/n questioned. The girl put her finger on the table in front of an empty seat next to her. "Sit." She demanded. Y/n pulled the chair out from under the table. The dirt under her shoes scratching against the floor as she sat down.

The girl was wearing a white baseball cap that covered her face. Though Y/n could still tell she had pale skin and green eyes. She had short black shorts on with white sneakers, and what seemed to be a gun holder on her thigh. She wore a black t-shirt with a blue bomber jacket that had a stripe going down the middle of each sleeve. Her hair went down to about her waist and was straight but silky. Her black hair complimented her green eyes that seemed to be empty. Aside from everything else, her face shape seemed to be so similar to a child's. She was no taller than 5 feet and seemed to have unnaturally slim legs and arms. "You probably already know. I'm part of the Vietnamese mafia." She started. Y/n looked at the table waiting for her to continue. The girl put her hair behind her ear and set her arms on the wooden table. "I'm a spy for them. I've been following you for a while now. Though, I must admit I have no idea what you're up to. Some spy I am." She slightly laughed.

Y/n slightly turned to her. "Who sent you?" Y/n asked tapping her pointer finger on the table impatiently. Even though Sing had told Y/n to kill this girl Y/n didn't know if she could. She looked far too young. "I'm not sure." She replied. Y/n raised an eyebrow unsure if she was telling the truth. "All I remember was getting that order. For some reason I can't remember who. It's been like this since I was seven I think." The girl explained. Y/n froze. Something similar had happened to C/n. "How old are you?" Y/n questioned. The girl finally lifted her head to look at Y/n. "Fourteen. Turning fifteen next month."

I'm supposed to kill a child?

"I'm not going to risk it and side with you, but what's your name? I don't think I can kill you as things are now." Y/n spoke in a hushed voice. "Ah. So you were going to kill me." The girl suddenly said. "You weren't sure?" Y/n questioned. Y/n couldn't tell if she was acting or not. "No. You seem so laid back and tired. In the time I followed you I just couldn't figure you out." The girl spoke almost in an admiring tone. Y/n rested her eyes and in a split second appeared behind the girl. A bullet broke the wall which already had peeling paint. The gunshot sent the bar into a panic. Men scurried out of the bar as the bartender pulled out his own gun.

Whoa!

Y/n cocked back her gun and put it to the back of the girls head. "What do you think you're doing?!" The bartender shouted aiming for Y/n only to get his hands shot. Dropping the gun he balled his fists and jumped over the counter.

Good grief.

Y/n sighed grabbing the girl roughly by the collar and throwing her to the floor quickly. Grabbing the chair she smashed it on the man's head and shot him until he was dead. Smoke appeared at the tip of her gun. Y/n turned to the girl who was still on the floor and staring at Y/n in awe. "So this, is Seven's daughter." She spoke out loud with sparkles in her eyes.

So cool...!

"What?" Y/n asked in confusion. "The truth is I was just sent to spy on you to learn from you." The girl began. "Why did you try to shoot me then?" Y/n deadpanned. She stood up and dusted her clothes off. "My name is Mai. Sorry about that I just really wanted to see you in action. But what I said about not remembering who gave me this job as a spy is true. When I was around seven my memory started getting really bad. It would hurt to remember things, and soon enough I couldn't remember anything that happened to me before that age. But everyone tells me the same story whenever I ask for my origin. So I just go along with that." Mai replied grabbing her gun from the table. Y/n crossed her arms. "Do you know how you know Seven?" Y/n asked leaning against the counter.

Mai leaned against the table, putting her gun in her black gun holder. "I thought you would know since you are his daughter. I don't know him personally. He's kinda like a hero for a lot of us younger kids in the mafia. Hero sounds cheesy though so I'll just say idol." Mai laughed. Y/n internally cringed. "Since I am younger I was ten when you were fifteen. You weren't that well known. But you started blowing up when you were sixteen." Mai explained jumping up to sit on the table.

"Did I now?" Y/n questioned. "Mhm." Mai hummed. "You shouldn't be this happy about being in the mafia." Y/n suddenly spoke in a harsh tone. She stood up straight and began walking out of the bar. "Hey where are you going?!" Mai shouted stumbling as she jumped off the table. "I'm leaving. That old man's starting to stink and I can hear sirens." Y/n replied trying to calm herself down. "Awe but I wanted to see you fight them off." Mai whined following Y/n. Y/n stopped and started running the opposite direction of where she was heading before. Y/n grabbed Mai's wrist. "You fucking idiot you're so loud." Y/n grumbled. "Hey wait you're so fast!" Mai yelled attempting to keep up with Y/n.

A bullet grazed Mai's face just as Y/n turned around and grabbed her gun from her waist quickly. Taking advantage of her speed she threw Mai to the ground once again and jumped high enough for her pursuers to miss all their shots. "You can't aim for shit!" Y/n shouted angrily. Each one of them dropped to the ground. Landing on her feet Y/n took a deep breath. "Who the hell are these guys?" She asked quietly walking up to them. "Hm. White guys. A new mafia?" Y/n blinked for a few seconds. "Hey Mai." Y/n started as she turned around. Mai was on the ground her face in the ground as she seemed to be pulling her hair out. "Mai?" Y/n asked walking up to her and crouching down.

"Those people. Just now, I had so many f-flashbacks from who knows when and then a sharp pain ran through my h-head." Mai stuttered out. Her face was paler than it was before and there was visibly sweat on her face. "Does it still hurt?" Y/n asked putting her gun back into her pants. "No. But I feel a little light headed." Mai replied with a sigh as she sat up. "Get on my back." Y/n spoke turning around. Mai slightly smiled as she willingly climbed onto Y/n's back. Y/n stood up and began walking away. Mai suddenly grabbed onto her tighter. "Mai?" Y/n asked as she stopped walking. "Sorry. It's nothing. Another flashback." The girl replied. "Hm." Y/n whispered as she continued walking.

Mai looked around, the buildings were all blurry and seemed to be moving almost like clouds. She closed her eyes and decided not to look in order to not pass out.

I have a feeling, these memories aren't mine.