Mafia In Crime

chapter 6

A/N: new chap woo.. tbh it'll most likely be a long while till the next chapter since dealing w writer's block and all :p and partly dealing with massive bouts of depressive episodes actually so yeah. All in all, not guaranteed it'll go away soon

Anyways, enjoy the chapter and feel free to comment your thoughts!

Blaze PoV

Shock filled my face as I watched my childhood scene play out before me.I lowered my gun, and so did Neru.Soon after, I saw Neru collapse. I rushed to her side and took her to my house to patch up her wounds there.

During the 1st day, Neru was unconscious the entire day. On the second day, she awoke in the afternoon.

- The 2nd Day -

I saw Neru woke up so I greeted her.
"Hey what's up?"

She tilted her head and looked at me with groggy eyes with a seemingly annoyed expression. She quickly turned her back against me before replying:
"Sup, I'm tired. I'm gonna go back to sleep"
"Uh ok- wait wait, you have to eat som-

"SHUT IT. I'm lazy and leave me be."
Neru suddenly raised her voice before quickly reverting back to her monotonously dead voice. I was actually surprised at how dead she sounds compared to all the days I've seen her before.

Seems like she really was tired..

After that short conversation with Neru I went back to replacing my bandages. I hear a slight rustle before Neru speaks up again, This time, her voice sounds lighter but slightly raspy.

"Oh right before I sleep, don't worry, I'm going back home tomorrow"
"Uhm.. do you need accompany..?"
"What do you take me for? I'm not weak"
"No it's just that I don't think you're wounds would heal by then.."
"I'll go home by myself don't worry".

Neru then turns her back against me as she goes back to sleep. I went back to wrapping my bandages as I think to myself.

I seriously don't mind her staying in tho.... But I'm slightly worried..

Flashback

When I lifted up Neru's shirt, I was shocked to see the amount of wounds on her back and some even on her sides. From what I can see, most are bullet and knife wounds but what puzzles me the most is.. Why are they scars?
I lightly caress the wounds with a furrowed brow in confusion. The scars, they aren't deep at all and in no way do they look recent.. So why is it not healed?

I shook my head before I quickly went back to treat the wounds on her calf and shoulders. Telling myself I shouldn't nose into other people's business too much.

-Day 3- Neru PoV

I woke up in the dawn with the sun barely peeking out over the buildings. I looked towards the opposite of my bed and saw that Blaze still hadn't woken up, so I decided to just go 'home' without telling her.

Plus, I'm not really in the mood to answer the numerous possible of questions she might have..

As I reached the front of my house, which honestly the name "Dungeon" would sound more convincing and inviting than the name "Home" could ever be.

I let the ice around my heart slowly spread. As I walked up to the front porch, I revised the numerous amount of possible answers to my mothers question.

Funny, I can't even feel the dread anymore. Whatever..

I walked up the stairs, and just as I was about to close the door, my brother just happened to be in the living room.
Ofc, he had to be in the living room..

He greeted me and called 'mom' from the kitchen.

"Mom, Neru, came home."

I could honestly hear her footsteps from a mile away. She couldn't even bother to hide her anger.. This could be fun..

My 'mom' approach me.

Which honestly by this time I would be narrating how fucking dramatic this shit is cuz it's just the usual shoutings right off the bat. Surely I plug my ears and still answer according to plan right?

She took a deep breath and started the interrogation in the most loudest voice and barely contained anger you could imagine

"Where the fuck were you?"

"Mission"

"C'mon, Mission by who.."

She said that as she crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows.
Tick Tick Tick tock, Time to see how long before she ticks

"Ugghhh, by the Clause Mafia" I tried to sound annoyed as I responded

Crossing her arms, she replied "And why wasn't I informed?"

Oldest question in the book

I answered back with a monotonous tone and meet her gaze. "Phone died"

Raising her eyebrows and seemingly trying to decipher me "Neru, I know you're better than that"

I have to disappoint her though, she's never going to figure me out. I'm not allowing that to happen. "What if it's true though?"

She started to subtly raise her voice "You aren't helping your case here"

It's a good sign that she's ticking..
Well, I at least came prepared in case a question like this pops up

"Here, you want proof?"

I took out my phone and gave it to her. It's battery broken a long time ago. I just made it so it's identical to my current phone

She took it and barely even looked at it
"stop fucking around Neru. I know you're lying"

I like that tone, this is gonna be over faster than I expected

"Okay fine, you win, Mom. But seriously, I couldn't tell you because I never had a chance to. It came up suddenly. Plus, confidential"

Lowering her voice as if seemingly satisfied with my admission of defeat

"Oh really? Then you could have used your friends phone to contact while you're on your way to the venue.

"It was a solo mission"

"Details?

Did she even hear me? I said it was confidential earlier..
"Con-"

"What's the details?"

"Which part of the word Confidential you don't understand?" I said as I change the tone of my voice to sound more challenging and sarcastic

"You know, I'm your superior it should be fine"

"What a load of fucking bullshit. You're not even my direct superior"

"Oh, so you think ur bett-"

At this rate, I won't get out of this house.. she might even attempt to take me down in her anger while I'm at it. Oh well, time for a more aggressive approach I guess.

"Nah no way, in fact, I think you're worse than a bitch"

Barely reacting to a fist seemingly aimed for my head, I quickly dashed to the side preparing to make an escape.

Because I know for a fact my mother ain't stopping any time soon

Shit, I went a bit too far there, but mission accomplished nonetheless.

I reached out for the knife that's on the nearby table but before I could reach for it, she grabbed it one second faster than me. Momentarily surprised, she took the opportunity to cut me in the arm. I ignore the pain and quickly slid under my mom and made a dash for the window.

As I jumped, I covered my face with both of my arm bracing for the impact of the glass. After getting out of the house, I could hear gunshots ringing in my ear. Some obviously hitting their target, but it didn't slow me down. It wasn't my first time escaping after all.