Kabanata 3
[Geo Yajizura's Point of View]
Ever since I was a child, I've been serving the Fabroas itself. After the Late Señora of the house saved me from the people hunting me down due to my bloodline, despite being a mere child, I was hunted because of the hierarchy itself. I'm one of the candidates to lead the Yajizura Faction even I have no interest on it, yet countered by fate and became a target.
Entering their world brings me in reality. Fujisaki Faction, Rank 1 of the Strongest Yakuza Organizations in the Japan. The Fabroa's Mistress owns that Faction, Leading it, making the other factions eye on her position. Underestimating the Late Señora's position due to her Gender.
One day, I was running away with chains on my hands from being killed by my own father. I was borned late.. but that doesn't mean that I was illegitimate. I was borned after my step brothers born from my father's mistresses. At young age, I was bullied because of being the youngest. After I was borned, there's no one followed me.
"Pay respects to your father." My mother smiling whispered as she kneel down, bowing her head down to the floor, of course as a child I followed my mother's stance and pay respects to my dad. I thought he'll talk to us but instead, he walked passed us as if we never exist. After few tries, he finally stopped infront of us and my heart starts to race. Did I do it? Did I already caught my Father's eye after training and try to wield the katana? I'm full of anticipation and excitement for father to talk to me but it didn't go on my expectations.
"This child is my final offspring." My father said as me and my mom was bowing down, then he didnt spend few more seconds and left us there bowing. At first I was confused why? Did I made a mistake? Is my bowing stance isn't that perfect? What did I do? What if-
I was about to continue to question myself when I saw my mom smiles and she gently ruffled my hair. Confused, I looked at her,how can she still have that kind of expression when father was being rude to us?
"Geo... My child... You'll be the next head of the Faction." She gently caressed my face, feeling her warm hands despite of the cold winter. My focus wasnt intevened by that future title of mine, but her relaxed featured makes me intrigued. “Thank you for being born in this world. Thank you because your father acknowledged me now. My Geo.. My World.”
I'm still a child that time, whose full of questions in mind and who doesn't know what does those words meant. But I'm satisfied enough since I saw my mom smile. As she smile bright, making me smile too, brighter than her.
"Anything for you mama" I smiled, because seeing her smile shows her real beauty like a cherry blossoms who was so beaitiful in winters. Despite of hardships and ruthless beatings from my step brother, Pressure from Successor Training by my tutors, Cuts and Callus because of my sword training, Just a simple smile from her makes me feel alive again.
To be exact... She's my reason of living.
My mom.
My beloved inspiration.
If she left me in this world, I don't know anymore... She's all I need. Me and her, just us was enough to survive this world. After that encounter with father, he never talk to us again and everything goes back to normal. Bowing, walking pass us, ignoring. I know and it become cycles just like the seasons.
And one night, I'm sitting beside my mama while all of us were having dinner when one of his aides enters the dining room. I quietly eat, without meeting anyone's eye, bowing my head down on my plate as I eat or else my step brother Tenshi who was the eldest will beat me up if we ever got some eye contact.
“Oyabun” Uncle Kenji, my Father's Older brother and my teacher. He enters the room with… Xinichi. Xinichi Hatsuki Yajimura, The Eldest son of my Uncle and… My Father’s Adopted Son. The Notorious and also known as the Living sword of Yajimuras. The guy who was widely known in Japan. Uncle Kenji told him to have a sit, then he did. He sat near me and eat silently.
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FSL01 || Stay Down, Cara Mia || Narra Fabroa (ON-GOING)
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