𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕
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Friday, 19th April. Here it is, the well known and famous charity ball that my father holds every single year for children who suffer with neglect. My father has a soft spot for children who have either lost their parents or those who may as well have lost their parents due to the lack of attention and care spent on the child. I admire him for this, I really do, it shows that even those who seem to have the blackest of hearts still have some rays of light beaming down on them. His want to provide more for the children who are in need of compassion started on the day that my mother died. Yes, he can be cold and heartless but everyone has a heart. He knew that the death of my mother would have a great mental impact on me so he took it upon himself to fill every role that my mother previously did. The respect I have for my father is unexplainable to others and one thing that proves this is the fact that we will both gladly admit that we would take a bullet to the heart or even brain for the sake of the other's life.

Moving on, I'm not sure if I'm excited for this years event. I mean I love and appreciate it for the cause and I utterly enjoy spending time with the children from the main shelter that my father help set up but I just can't find any enthusiasm this year. It's like something inside of me is saying 'don't go, laze around in bed and binge another series' but I couldn't do that to my father. The disappointment he would feel if the main reason for him deciding to help out young neglected children didn't show up. Speaking about the event, my dress arrived earlier today! All perfectly sized up and as dazzling as it was in the store. I can't wait to see my dads reaction at least, I hope he remembers where I got the idea from.

I should probably wrap this up soon. I have a beautician coming in to do some makeup and a hairstylist to complete the look by fixing up the current mess that sat on top of my head. How should I get it styled? Should I just curl it or have some fancy schmancy bun or ponytail? Eh I'll get the opinion of the stylist when they get here. Speaking of the people we've arranged to come and make me look like a birthday cake, I just heard a knock on my door so I better get going. Pray for me!

- Y/n

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"Um excuse me?" The person soon starts to basically crash their fist against my bedroom door, adding to the raging headache I was already suffering with.

"Okay, okay! Jeez..." I stand up after closing my diary and putting the pen back in its holder. Sighing before I turn to face the door. "You can come in" I yell just enough so that they can hear me. The door clicks and then the handle turns, once it's open I see a small figure enter my room. Lucia Takahashi, they are a beautician who specialises in makeup and nails, they have some experience with hair too but they choose to stick with what they find easiest. They have quite a small build, no taller then 5'3" but no smaller than 5'1".

"A-ah, hello miss..." oh yeah I forget to mention, they are also very timid around most people.

I flash them a reassuring smile as I place my hands on my hips. "Hiya, where do you want me?" They look taken aback for a split second but then search around my room before landing their eyes on and nodding in the direction of the vanity placed in the corner. I hum an answer and then walk over to the piece of furniture. Pulling out the stool, I sit down and rest my elbows on the table waiting for them to finish setting up. Brushes, palettes, lip glosses, lipsticks, eyeliners, mascaras they had it all and I gotta admit I'm a little intimidated of the gear that they keep in their bag. How can such a small bag fit so much inside? Damn they must be a secret wizard or something.

"What colour is your dress again?" They ask quietly.

"Black" they nod their head and then shuffled through their range of palettes, presumably for the right colour set to fit my dress. Eventually, they had decided on which shades to use on my face. They had settled for some browns and beiges to highlight the shape of my eyes and to define them just a tad more. As well as some subtle highlighter that stood out but wouldn't blind anyone. Finally, they had picked out a matte nude lipstick that matched but also made sure that my look wasn't too over the top, I mean with the dress already that may be a bit difficult but I could care less! The dress is beautiful and the world should see it.

After some more touch ups they pat some highlighter on my nose before tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear to review their work. I could tell they were happy by the way their eyes slightly shimmered in the warm yellow light and by the little tug at the left corner of their lips as they tried to hold back their smile. Why are they trying to hide their emotions? "You should smile more often y'know, it suits you!" I speak gently in fear of frightening them if I cheered all of a sudden out of nowhere. Their face flusters and their speech slurs as well as stutters at my compliment. Clearly they are rarely ever told things like that, bless their heart.

"I-I...t-thank you ma'am...that's v-very kind of y-you..." they walk behind me to brush the hair that was resting on my shoulders to lay on my back, waiting for the one who will be styling it shortly. I giggle and they watch me in the mirror with a displeased expression. Do they think I'm laughing at them?

I'm quick to reassure them, "please call me Y/n! It's not like I'm a high role in society like a celebrity or something, I want all of my guests to feel comfortable in my own home!" They visibly relax at this. Their shoulders slump from their stiffened position and their leg muscles also relax. They go to speak again but are interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Come in" the person who enters next goes by the name of Seth Garcia, a tall Hispanic male with a passion for design unique hair styles and colouring them to surprise the world with his amazing talents. He's extremely ambitious and is always up for experimenting. He has luscious tan skin and dark, silky hair that he gels back. A strong jawline and cheek bones compliment his well toned abdomen and broad chest. His accent as well! Oh. My. Unholy. Jesus. Christ. His Spanish accent is so smooth and enchanting, I could literally fall asleep to him talking.

"Hola Chula*!" He waves excitedly when he locks eyes with me and I greet him with the same excitement. Seth is apart of my small circle of friends, his mother used to style my mother's hair so we would often have little play dates when we were younger. We love each other like siblings do and we always go out of our way to protect each other. Well at least we did a lot more in the past because ever since Seth opened his own salon he grew in popularity and he now runs twenty two salons all over the country. So he's often travelling to sort out business meetings and deals as well as making sure each and everyone one of his salons is operating how he wants them to be. He has a policy of making his customers as comfortable as possible to make sure that they complain if something isn't to their liking. He hates not knowing if someone is unhappy with his work because it leaves him with no chances to improve on his mistakes. I can see the point in that logic.

"Hey Sethie!!" He hates this nickname and I always call him by it just to see him huff and puff like a kid. Despite him being near my age.

"Señorita call me that one more time and I will smack you with my curlers!" He shakes his bag quickly to show me that he isn't joking but I would of believed him anyway. He's one scary man.

After realising that I took his threat as a promise he walked over and put his bag on my left after giving Lucia a peck on the cheek. The two have been dating for three years and they met just like this four years ago on the day of the ball. "Hola mi amor" he whispers to them but with my eagle hearing I manage to listen in.

"Hello..." they're still so shy with PDA but they have a healthy relationship nonetheless.

He twirls some of my hair around his hand and lines up my head to his preferred position. "So chula*, got any ideas?"

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And now here I am. Standing in front of my mirror with my makeup and hair done, as well as my dress sitting perfectly on my body. It compliments every dip and curve and it raises my confidence to where it needs to be for a night like this. Seth had started off on my hair by straightening it and then curling the ends. After, he separated two front parts of my fringe, only two thin lines from the rest which was tied into a high ponytail. A simple style yet it matched the look of the dress and it felt so good to have my hair off of my shoulders. Sometimes hair can get really annoying y'know?

"My, my Chula you look absolutely stunning!" Seth chimes with his arms wrapped around Lucia's waist and his chin on her head.

"Why thank you good sir, I appreciate the work that both of you have done tonight thank you so much!" My prim and proper demeanour disappears for a few seconds as I thank the two but it immediate returns when a certain dark haired friend of mine takes it upon himself to clean his throat as he leans against my door frame.

"My lady it's time for your appearance" who's he trying to impress with his fancy talk?

I make the decision to play along with his antics. "Oh dear I must've lost track of time, thank you both again the money will be deposited into your accounts within 48 hours, if not feel free to inquire" I curtsy to the pair before spinning on my heel and walking towards Kageyama with my hands cupped in front of me. We walk out of the room and shut the door behind me instantly bursting into quiet snickers. "Lead the way Sir Fancy Pants" he scoffs at my new found nickname and then links arms with me as we walk towards the ballroom.

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The large and bright golden chandeliers hang from the ceilings and fill the room with a joyous atmosphere. Nine to be exact. A red carpet runs down the stairs and is complimented by thin gold lines at the edges as well as the gold railing that glides down the beige marble stairs. Pillars stood either side of each window and were engraved with many different floral patterns and quotes from dozens of famous people in history. The floor contained many people who were dancing as well as a grand piano with a pianist playing the most beautiful melodies to ever bless a persons ears. I spot my father sitting in his signature red velvet chair with silver edges and legs. To his left was Hoshiumi and to his right was his right hand man, Ushijima Wakatoshi. He had the strength of ten men and the brutality of a whole army. Above them rested the emblem of the mafia, the reminder to everyone that not everyone involved in dark business has a heart made of stone. The logo stated that this ball was created and organised by, The Schweiden Alders.

This was my usual routine, walking down the stairs arm in arm with Kageyama as we wave at all of the guests. Them staring in awe at dress was typical but for some reason this year it felt different. Like someone who was here wasn't meant to be and they were burning holes through my body with their intense glare. Before we make it to the bottom of the stairs I take it upon myself to scan the room as in depth as I can for anyone who looks suspicious and to my luck I think I find a potential lead. A tall man around 6'3" standing in a corner by himself. He had short curly hair and was wearing an all black suit. His shirt was a different shade but still black. He had a glass of wine in one hand and the other was in his jacket pocket, he was swirling the alcohol around the glass whilst staring at me intensely. His expression was unreadable as half of his face was covered by a mask but from the area that was uncovered I could see his eyes, dark and dull to say the least. Who is he and why is he watching me like that? Jeez he's giving me the creeps...

My body shudders as a sign of my discomfort and unfortunately Kageyama picks up on this. "What's wrong? Pretty Princess finally found out she has stage fright or something?" He could really choose a better time and place to tease me.

"No I'm fine just had a cold chill" it's best not to put him on his guard. Hell he probably wouldn't even believe me, he'd brush it off and say I'm being stupid and to just enjoy the event while it lasts. Whatever I suppose it's nothing, there's guards surrounding the inside and outside of the building so no attacks should be able to occur.

Eventually, we make our way through the crowd and to where my father sits. He stands and greets me with open arms which I gladly accept and embrace him. "My darling daughter you look beautiful, you remind me so much of your mother" he says to me as he cups the side of my face and patting my head like he did all the time when I was a kid. It kept me calm for some odd reason.

All does not stay tranquil though as a scream rips through the air, "BOMB!".

'BOOM!'

Cries, screams and shouts soon fill the room as the ringing in my ears from the explosion dies down. Everyone was bolting towards the doors to escape but they soon found out that they were locked. When did they get locked and who locked them?

Glass is shattered on the ground and blood is splatted all over the floor and up the walls. What type of bomb was that? Could it be a petrol bomb? No surely if it were we'd all smell it. It's either a C4 or a pipe bomb but none of that matters! Whoever set this up is extremely clever and has ties and connections to get things done. The question is who would double cross my father if anyone?

Suddenly, a gun shot is heard at the same time as someone yells "EVERYONE QUIET DOWN NOW!" Maniacal laughter can be heard straight after and they spin their gun on the index finger before holstering it again in the gun holder on their leg.

They clear their throat and adjust their tie as they go to speak again.

"So this is what everyone calls..."

"Glitz and Glam~"

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* Chula means cutie in Spanish.

Also, just a quick question. I know that I stated this story would contain swearing but I'm still unsure about using words I see to be "heavy" swear words, there are a select few that I have used so far. Anyway, my question is, is this level of swearing good enough or would you like to see more? Or would you mind if I started to use the ones I see as "heavy"? It would really help me to know just so I know how far I can go just because. Besides that, I hope you all enjoyed and how're you finding this story? 🖤

Enjoy me using the time-skip volleyball team names as the names of the mafias and/or gangs 😃 not all the teams will be the exact same as the time-skip ones as well so keep that in mind!