The Gangster Had Fallen

Additional Chapter: Childhood

Hiromi glanced on the side-view mirror, watching as a couple of black cars followed behind. She sighed, knowing that all of them were her loyal subordinates. They were there to ensure her safety, ready to sacrifice their lives for the mafia.

"Mom," A soft voice called out for her on the backseat, making her look away from them as she shifted her gaze at the rearview mirror. "Where are we going?"

She smiled at her four-year old son, "To a friend's house, sweetie. Are you getting bored?"

Nagisa, who was wearing a frilly blue dress paired with dollshoes, hummed thoughtfully. He shook his head, sitting obediently at his comfortable place with a seatbelt securing his small form. "No. B-but is it far away?"

"Kind of," She replied, her sight was focused on the road. "We'll arrive there soon enough."

Currently, the mother and son duo were riding their simple-looking car. They left their two-storey house thirty minutes ago to head somewhere, both of them were dressed nicely. Nagisa was oblivious about the cars that were behind them, he's just a kid, anyways. He doesn't know about the cruel world, he's innocent, it isn't yet time for him to see how dangerous the actual world is. That's why Hiromi never wanted her mafia men to come even near her son, she doesn't want him to get confuse and ask about how creepy those people were.

She took care of Nagisa alone, though her way of raising him up is quite forceful because she's making him dress like a girl. She have reasons, though. She never wanted to physically hurt the child, she just wanted him to learn new things about the world he was born in. Hiromi wanted to tell him that society and the vicious people are so much worse than her abuse. Nagisa was growing up getting scared of her, he might be holding grudge against her at a very young age. She couldn't blame him though, she's been forcing him into crossdressing rather than let him live like a normal boy with the others.

Nagisa fiddled his fingers, anxiously. He glanced at his mother, biting his inner cheek. "A-are they good? I..."

"Don't worry, sweetcheeks. My friend is good, I'm sure you'll like him." Hiromi grinned. "But once we arrive there, promise me that you won't leave my side, okay? His house is so big that there's a huge possibility that you'll get lost."

Nagisa understandingly nodded, eyes were wide open and full of curiosity. "I... I promise."

"Should I turn on the radio for you to listen? You seemed like you're getting bored, sweetie." Hiromi asked.

Nagisa nodded, again. "Okay."

"If you're getting hungry, there's some snacks on the bag beside you. It's all yours." She added, referring to the small pink bag sitting next to her child, strawberries were designed all over it.

Nagisa could only hum, immediately enjoying the old songs playing on the radio.

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"Young master." Someone called outside the door, knocking three times as the middle-aged maid waited for a response. After a second, a soft 'come in' was heard, indicating her to enter with the child's permission.

She went inside the huge bedroom, quickly spotting him on his king-sized bed, laying on his stomach like a starfish. She bowed respectfully, "Young master, the master wanted you to come down at the living room. He also said that you should dress up nicely."

A four-year old Karma groaned against his sheet, "Tell him that I'm busy, I'm so tired."

"But young master, we're expecting a visitor." She said, gaining the bot's attention. Karma's ears perked up once he heard it. "I've heard it's the Azure Serpent Gang, their boss will also bring her son."