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𝚈/𝚗'𝚜 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢
Today is Tuesday, 16th April and it is my father's birthday. Also, the anniversary of my mother's death. Ten years ago today my mother got caught up in a gang war and was shot straight in the heart, killing her on impact. That bastard still hasn't got his karma yet and I swore on the day of her funeral that I would be the one to avenge her. My mother didn't deserve to die, well no one does really but as soon as they commit an act such an murder, in my eyes, that person is asking for a death sentence.

Oops, I got too into it again...anyway, I'm really not sure what to do for father's birthday this year and I'm sure by next year I'll be in an even worse situation. It's like children at Christmas. Parents will ask what they want and each year the answer leads more towards "I don't know" or "I have no idea" which is completely unhelpful but totally understandable. If you have everything present that makes you happy then why gain anything else? What if the child is a teenager who no longer wants physical objects but longs for an emotional connection with someone? Can a parent really find a way to gift them that? I don't think so. I think that is the soul purpose of growing up. Having to put yourself out there so that others notice you and contemplate whether or not you are worth their time, you do the exact same with them. This is how we decide friend from foe too, well only partly, as we could decide someone is worthy of our time and attention but then they could stab us in the back a minute later. Friends come and go so we just have to choose wisely for the ones who will stick around the longest.

Fortunately for me, my father's job often scared the "fake" friends away before they could even recite my name back to me, but I didn't mind, those who did learn my name are still by my side to this day. That also may be because they are apart of my father's mafia but I trust them nonetheless!

Man, writing in a formal way is exhausting but dad says I need to try and "act like a proper lady of my age", what does that even mean? I'm 24 years old so shouldn't I be out partying with a huge group of friends at some frat party when we should really be studying for upcoming exams? Or attending some fancy shmancy ball every three months where I'm only allowed to drink two glasses of champagne and they can't be consecutive! I have to drink them sip by sip instead of just downing them in one gulp that would actually benefit me a lot! Having to listen to those old farts go on about their past and how a "lady" of my age should already be looking for a suitor who can support me financially so that I can bare children and keep the family tradition going. Yeah, no thanks, I'd rather live my life while I still can before advancing to that stage of my adult life.

I suppose I better wrap this up here. I've got to get ready to see father before he goes to meet with some committee about the upcoming party for his yearly charity event. Despite him being known as a violent man he does his bit for the city, hence why the cops aren't on our doorstep right now.

Well, wish me luck!

- Y/n

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"Miss Y/n what are you doing?!" My personal maid Yua takadi bursts through the large oak door with engravings of nature and hints of gold dotted around the frame.

I swivel around on my chair to face her with a neutral expression. "I have no clue what you're on about?"

Her level of distress is so high that I feel myself becoming slightly paranoid.

"Your time slot to see your father is in seven minutes and you're lounging around in your underwear and an oversized top!"

Ah...
So that's why she's acting up...

I stand up with a now unamused expression before winking at her and walking over to my wardrobe at a painfully slow pace. Agitating her even further. She was now so panicky that she had pushed me out of the way, grabbed some clothes and had stripped me of my current ones before I could even blink.

After slipping items of clothing onto the bottom half of my body she moves to my torso and swings a light pink corset between her thumb and index finger. I shake my head at her with worry. "Yua please do not make me wear such a monstrosity..."

"Sorry Miss..." she says as she wraps it around me and instantly pulls on the strings to tighten it, restricting me in terms of ability to move and ability to breathe. Is this how I die? "Your father's orders so I have no choice". How can she be so neutral about everything?!

"What did he order?! Miss Yua please go and murder my daughter with that dreaded corset she hates?!" She only giggles at my comment as if it were a joke. Oh if only you knew how serious I was being.

I've known Yua since I was a young girl, we basically grew up together so I requested for her to be my personal maid when my dad saw fit for me to have one. Correction. He finally had enough of chasing me around so he got someone else to do it for him. Not like I cared though. "AH! HEY WIND IT DOWN A BIT WILL YOU?!" She tightened the strings again leading to me gasping for air again but this time someone heard the ruckus we were making.

A tall, almost slender figure peeks around the door frame before actually entering and then proceeding to stand and watch me struggle with a smug look on their face. "What do we have here then Miss Y/n?" I so wish I could wipe that shit-eating grin off of his face.

I huff and smirk when I realise that now I really don't have an escape. "Oh not much Tobio just trying savour the last bit of oxygen I have left in my lungs".

Kageyama Tobio, a 27 year old sharpshooter and operation planner, otherwise known as one of my father's most trusted. He earned this position when he helped me escape that night of my mother's death. We may act like we hate each other but in all honesty, we have a form of respect for one another that neither of us can explain.

"If that's the case then shut your loud mouth up!" By this point he was laughing his head off at my stupidity.

Oh yeah...
If I wanna save air then it's best not to speak...
Shit...

I puff out my cheeks and huff like a toddler as I turn my head away to look in the mirror. Yua had finally stopped adjusting the corset and was now buttoning up the blouse she had picked out for me. When she finally got out of the way I couldn't help but admire the work she had done. I was standing there in a white long-sleeved blouse with vertical black stripes and black denim jeans that hugged my figure in all of the right places. All that was left in her mind to do was to put my hair up into a neat bun and I was "complete" in her eyes. What am I? Some sort of high school project that had to get an A or she would of failed the class completely? Eh, whatever.

"Thank you so much Yua! I have no clue what I'd do without you!"

"Starve" Kageyama quickly butts in, earning a quick glare from me as I readjust my imaginary tie.

I speak to him without making eye contact. "Why're you even here Tobio?"

"To pick your fat ass up of course, why else?"

"Cause you wanted to be a nice and lovely friend for once in your life but I'm clearly asking for too much because you've always been a miserable bastard and you always will be!" I had lost my breath again but this time it was because of my tendency to speak quickly when trying to prove a point. It's a bad habit of mine...

He clicks his tongue with a smirk as he turns to walk out the door, expecting me to be following behind. "C'mon you midget get a move on!"

I gasp. He. Did. Not!

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~ 𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚈/𝚗'𝚜, 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 ~

"Call me a midget again I dare you!" I practically scream at the raven haired male who I currently had in a headlock with my fist rubbing his scalp back and forth. He tries to wriggle out of my grasp but due to the intensity of my training when I was younger I have quite the grip and strength.

"You're so lucky I can't hurt you or I'd get murdered by your father!"

"Oh hush before I shove my foot up your ass!"

But what happened next caught us both off guard. Another one of my father's most trusted Korai Hoshiumi had opened the large, glossy, dark brown doors and was holding both of the handles in his hands, stopping my father from seeing the trouble I was causing.

He smirked and rolled his eyes. "Well look what the cat dragged in..."

I release Tobio and he falls to his knees with a loud bang and I snorted quickly before pretending to sulk.

"You're all so mean to me! I may just have to tell my father to get me some nicer friends..." by this point I was tapping my foot on the floor with my arms crossed and eye contact facing away from the two males. Kageyama had managed to recover and was rubbing his neck. Enjoying the feeling of being free.

"Since when we're we friends?" Kageyama joins in on the conversation.

Ouch. I grab a fake metal rod and pretend to stab it through my heart. Only earning me a 'tut' from both boys.

"Hoshiumi what is going on?" A stern voice comes from behind the white haired male who was still holding the doors ajar and I knew who it was. That voice was unmistakably...

My father's.

I squeeze past Hoshiumi and sprint straight towards my father, hugging him around his waist when I reach him because of his obnoxious height. "Happy birthday father!"

"Thank you precious" he smiles and twirls some of my hair around his index finger. When he had some free time he would always come into my room and style my hair in some way just so that he could play with it for a while. It may sound weird but it was one of the features that reminds him of my mother. She was his first and only love after all.

He removes his arms from me and plays with the flaps on his suit jacket. "I'm sorry I haven't gotten you anything yet, I'm still unsure on what to get you but I should have something by the ball!" Awkwardly, I rub the back of my nape but he just chuckles at my concern.

"Get me a gift if you wish dear but do not feel obligated to do so" I've always hated how selfless and considerate he can be.

"That won't convince me, I'm going to get you a gift even if it kills me!" My volume raises and I speak with a tone of pride and confidence before spinning on my heel and strutting out of his office. Trying to draw as much attention to myself as possible.

Hoshiumi and Kageyama share a split second glance before clicking their tongues and smirking in my direction.

"Daddy's girl"

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