The World of Mafia || Boboiboy Fanfiction

VII

Boboiboy's POV

Another hours has been passing by and Yaya wasn't still up. Those mobs were still trying to find us so i keep the house on standby, i also locked Yaya's room incase someone ambushes us.

But suddenly i remembered the last conversation of Yaya and that mafia guy. Then suddenly i thought of going through Yaya's things. I don't mean to be rude or pervert but this was the only thing i could think of. I started searching in her purse, filled with girly stuff that every girl needs. Then i went through her traveling bag.

Umm it's her clothes...

:/)

And nothing more. But then i remembered she left her cellphone somewhere in here. In the room of where she currently stays i open through the drawers seeing 3 types of phones. A Smartphone, Telephone and Mobile Phone. What the? What are all these for?

Suddenly i close the drawers as i hear Yaya's voice groaning in her sleep. I turn to her seeing her slowly regaining consciousness. I walk to her.

"Argh where am i.." she ask still feel dazed and confused.

"Hey stay down." i said as she insist of satting still even in her worst state there, i can't believe her. Well whatever I'm too lazy to argue right now or not now.

She turns to me silently her face expressing the pain, "Hey it's alright, it's me Boboiboy. I'm not an enemy, you're safe now." i said as a comfort letting out a positive smile to show her, in unexpected she smiles back at me genuinely.

"Alright so you hungry? I ordered food." i said as the mood changes around us into a happy one. I spent all day taking care of Yaya as she suddenly becames demanding but not violent, well that's good because i don't want to receive a beat right after she had just escape from a fight between those horrible mobs.

And i couldn't believe a girl like her could survive a situation like that. Guess I'm nothing compared to her then.

"Boboiboy are you okay?" i snap out.

"Oh yeah yeah I'm fine."

That night i was currently laying in this very couch still in in this house. We still didn't have our purpose here and Yaya's still in an unexpected state. When i said I'm gonna nail this damn it's the fvcking opposite.

I need help. Badly need it!?

I stood from the couch and swiftly take the telephone because its the only thing i could use right now. While ringing thank goodness someone answers.

"Miss Yaya?" a servant answered.

"Pass this to my Grandfather now!" i demanded the servant who answered this call i think in that place the servant gets intimidated because hearing its footsteps scramming somewhere towards my grandfather.

"Grandson-"

"Grandad! I need help!" i yelled as soon as i hear his deep voice.

"What is happening? Why do you have Yaya's emergency telephone? Did something happened to her?"

"Yes! In fact I'm the one who's screwed here! After our last encounter with the enemies Yaya's been into hella of messed right now! And we're left off handedly! No information and No backup plans! NOTHING!" i started panicking like a brat, missing in a kids show because damn it! its pressuring me whenever i feel useless or dumb about it. I grew up being a brat with no parents left with an old man, just a busy Grandfather who knows nothing but killing and Mafia shitty related stuffs back then.

So yeah i have anger issues, i get easily pissed off sometimes. I got this shitty state of Bipolar Disorder where i fastly shifts my mood in an instant. Through the things I've struggle with depression and mania in my whole life, i manage to get a hold of myself. A bit.

One of the reasons why i got imprison for 5 fvcking years.

"Calm down my boy. Take it easy, i know Yaya she's been through more than just an ambush or fight. So relax I'll send everything you need." hyuh i sigh in relief after hearing that from my own Grandfather, as i expected from an ex Mafia Boss.

From what i know, Grandad is a retired Mafia Boss who's now busy paying attention to his massive businesses in this country or overseas.

"Do you know some Mafia Boss wearing a metal mask?" i ask which suddenly struck through my mind. Hoping he would know something that could help me.

"We have many allies that wears metal masks."

"Darn it. Can you be more specific Grandad!?" i sigh annoyed. "Send it to me now ASAP!"

Okay so right now I'm currently reading this data that grandad sent, just some low profile informations. They used nicknames to cover up their real names, like this man named Ramenman or Maskman. To protect their identity from professional hackers or mobs.

Okay so i have 2 persons on my hunt, Maskman or Ramenman.

They had no pictures so its gonna be quite hard for me while Yaya is out of the picture i have to do this myself.

After reading this i started surfing through the internet something that can help me with it. I am currently using Yaya's laptop just incase her laptop is protected from hackers or virus that might attack me. Hours to Minutes i just found some unreliable sources and websites like, nickname freaking Ramenman in a noodle shop, department store, an actual food or a username and everything useless.

As for Ramenman he sells illegal guns and weapons to other mob organizations, he has big business partnership with my old man with it. Base from Grandad's data.

Just some Mafia shitty jobs.

"Boboiboy?" i closed her laptop as i hear Yaya's gentle voice calling out my name, unexpectedly from her i saw her standing on my doorstep wearing my black shirt. Umm what the!? She's really messed up.

:/)

"Yaya!? Wht are you wearing my shirt and uhh-" i looked away blushing from what i see, she has a good body shape even though i already saw it before.

"I'm sorry i was just asking if where my clothes are? After taking a shower i forgot where i put them." she said first time shy, this is the most unprofessional thing she could think off but well not bad my black shirt looks good on her, damn she has thick thighs and a uhh big-

"What are you looking at?" my mind exploded.

"ME? WHAT NO!? I- I WAS JUST NOTICING ITS MY SHIRT.." i raised my voice awkwardly while scratching my head. My heartbeat is skipping goddamn beat. This is pure torture it's like I'm facing an alternative version of Yaya, innocent and pure.

She chuckles at me. See what i man there?

"Um Boboiboy? Can you get my clothes for me?"

I snap as i imagined a small version of myself slapping me back to reality.

"Yes yes, wait for me." i immediately respond averting my gaze from her rushing out towards downstairs almost likely crashing myself through the staurs disturbes. Then curses at myself for being clumsily stupid.

Yaya's in big a mess, damn could this day get any worser. It's not like i have any choice anyways, looks like I'm gonna have to babysit her for awhile. Which i hated it.