𝕄𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕟 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

My boyfriend is a mafioso?!

-Angst/possibily fluff
-mafia au
-one of them is not
human(you'll find out who later)
-I recommend reading this at a slower pace than usual
-non-human au was
requested by GhostInYourAttic

The first thing I ever knew was an eternal darkness. That darkness was followed by a voice. The voice of a man. Multiple men. They grew louder and louder. Those voices were followed by footsteps. The footsteps grew louder and louder.

I felt a touch. It was cold. Almost like ice. Then the voices started again. I tried to open my eyes. It was difficult. When I managed to get them open, I was met with brightness.

It was like I was being blinded. I saw what I could only assume was stone. I felt cold. Well, what I could only assume was cold. I didn't know.

The man's voice grew louder as his knees bent and I was met with a face. He had an object in his hands. An object which I could only assume was a gun. I couldn't tell. It was all slightly blurry. Well, what I could only assume was blurry. I had never seen light. Only darkness.

In the dark there was no blur. No light. No voices. No footsteps. No guns. It was dark. It was cold. It was lonely. Well, what I could only assume was loneliness.

I didn't know. I couldn't tell. I didn't feel. I didn't hear. I didn't see. Only darkness and emptiness. That was my life.

The man's face looked cold. But I didn't know what it meant for a face to look cold. It was only the first thing my brain went to. I didn't have to understand. I just had to know.

He opened his mouth and spoke. He spoke words I could not comprehend. I only knew that he was talking. Talking to me.

It took my brain a few seconds to process the unknown words. 'Are you alright?' Those were the words he spoke. I did not understand them. What did it mean to be alright?

My brain went through the outcomes of each answer to which I could respond with. I chose to nod. It was the right choice.

The man stood up onto his feet, turning to address the other man. My body felt stiff. Though what did it mean for my body to be stiff? I didn't know. I didn't truly care.

Both men turned and looked at me. Neither knew what to do. I didn't judge them. Though, what is it like to feel judgmental? I didn't know.

They seemed to have decided. They took me with them. I didn't care. I didn't fight back. I let it happen. Almost as if I couldn't do anything at all. Like my body didn't know how to move.

They put me into a black car. Black was the only color I was familiar with. The only color registered permanently in my memory. The only thing in my memory.

I didn't know much of anything else. I felt heavy. Tired. But what is tired? It doesn't matter. The men sat down in the front seats. The one in the seat with the wheel inserted a key. What is a key? I don't care.

He turned it and started the car. How do I know what a car is? But I feel that I don't know what a car is? What is feel? Where am I going? What happened to the darkness? Who am I?

I am Muichiro. That's right. The darkness disappeared. I don't care where I'm going. I don't care what feel is.

After a bit of driving, we arrived at the destination. What is driving? It doesn't matter. The men got me out of the car. They asked if I could stand. How do I stand? I use my legs. What are legs? Never mind. It's all worthless information. I don't care.