It was a brisk, April morning. Nao thought nothing of it-- he was used to it by then. The boy dressed in his usual attire: black skinny jeans, black t-shirt, and a long, gray jacket.
Nao left the house quickly and quietly, though, he had nowhere to be. As he closed the door, he put his hood over his jet black hair. "Going somewhere, Nao-chan?" He looked in the direction of the voice, to see his older brother, Reiji.
"Nowhere," Nao answered, coldly. "Why do you care?"
"I don't," he said, as a grin grew across his face. "But I have a feeling they do." After hearing this comment, thirty or so men armed with guns became visible. Nao simply laughed. "Cute. Goodbye now, brother." With that, he disappeared.
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Mafia Kid
General FictionNao is a quiet, reclusive boy, one that most would call a "good kid". However, his family can't say the same thing. *side note: this story takes place in Japan. blame the degenerate weeb who wrote this <3*
