they would always tell you that money can't buy you anything that would bring you genuine happiness.

that money is nothing but pieces of paper that divided the world between the rich and the poor- between the ones with power and ones without it.

mostly it would be our older relatives who'd sit us down and tell us all about saving and spending our moneys wisely.

they were right of course, but l/n y/n was too busy counting on her stacks to even care about that right now.

the twenty-three year old woman sat on top of her chair, legs fully exposed to her loyal subordinates as cases of cash was sprawled on her feet.

in the eyes of the public, she's viewed as nothing but a spoiled girl with a rich businessman as a father.

but to those who work for the man and knew her personally- she was anything but spoiled.

she was a strong-willed woman who handles her own group of male subordinates like they were nothing but dogs, having them bow down at her every command without complaints.

and oh- her father was more than just a businessman.

for he is the seventh generation leader of the port mafia, the biggest yakuza group to ever roam the streets of tokyo.

so y/n's really more to it than those rumours that you'd hear leaving those jealous women's lips just because they couldn't afford what she has.

"hey- isn't this supposed to be twenty-million yen? where's the other ten?"

her subordinates watched in silence as they stayed in their positions on guard, hearing the loud clicking of her heels as she left her chair and up at the tied man who's bleeding on her velvet carpets.

the man let out a pained cry when she buried her sharp stilettos on his open wound with no mercy.

(e/c) eyes coldly glared at him as she waited in faux patience for the man to speak up.

"well?"

"i promise to give it to you soon-!" he was cut off when the woman successfully shoved her entire stiletto heel inside his wound, him letting out a pained scream as he tried getting away from her.

did he really think that he can get away from the l/n y/n?

"who do you pigs think we are to wait for your dirty ass money? my father told you to give it in full, right?"

(h/c) hair cascaded down her shoulders as she leaned forward, glaring down at the man while subtly moving her heel deeper into his flesh.

she was notorious for a twenty-three year old woman if her subordinates do say so themselves.

"he did- he did! but we we're short on-"

it was quiet for a moment, everyone watching as the man's body slumped forward. her fingers caressed the trigger, glaring at his bleeding figure in disgust.

her subordinates immediately went to her side, one cleaning her heels and the other two heaving the dead body away from her office.

"they should've known better than to mess with me."

the cold look on her eyes softened, letting out a sigh as she went back to sit on her chair- walking on the bloodied out money like it was nothing but a rag for her feet.

being the port mafia's debt collector has both it's pro's and it's cons- one of which is being able to get a hold on stacks of money without consequences and the other was getting her favorite pair of heels dirty of blood.

though love it or hate it, being in this position is getting her one step closer on being the next leader- wanting to take after her father and be the eight generations leader.

the young woman had a firm belief that if she, a woman, were to lead the most notorious yakuza gangs of them all then they would see just how powerful women can actually be.

she wanted to change the norms and make everything go her way- and nothing's going to stop her from taking that throne.

"miss l/n, i'm afraid to inform you that your father is requesting for your presence at the board meeting."

one of her father's most loyal messenger bowed down at her, keeping his hands behind him as he delivered the boss's message to her.

this made the (h/c) haired woman hum in wonder, narrowing her eyes as she began thinking on what could her old man possibly need her for.

more debt collecting? a unexpected monthly budget planning?

or maybe it was a promotion?

whatever his intentions were, she wanted to find out herself- half hoping that she'll hear the words 'promotion' leave his mouth so that she can finally sleep peacefully.

throwing the stack of money that she had in hand to the side, she stood up and walked out of the doors, her assistant and guards walking behind her without a word.

she was handed her usual accessories when going out- shades to cover her blatant stares at the passing cars and a hand bag with a gun hiding inside of it in case of emergencies.

walking out of those grand doors and into the sun, basking in the afternoon's cool atmosphere as a car pulled up in front of her ready to be used.

"your ride is all ready miss l/n. we'll leave at your words."

"let's go."

her driver didn't need to be told twice before driving out of the mansions lot, crossing that extravagant gate that secured the young woman's home as they made their way to her father's.

it's rare for the old man to call her specifically, normally sending her letters to inform her on the new things that's happening between the gang or things similar to that.

was this her chance to finally be japan's first ever woman leader who handles a group of grown men older than her?

a grin couldn't help but make its way on her face, looking out of the windows as she looked at the passing cars and houses that equaled to nothing compared to her's.

if that was the case, then tokyo should ready itself for when she takes that throne- they better be kissing on her shoes.

(e/c) eyes stared at the other board directors in distaste as she occupied the seat beside the head of the table where her father will be in.

y/n expected that it'll only be her and her old man who'd be here- so imagine her surprise when she was greeted by the strong stench of tobacco and alcohol.

scratch ruling tokyo- the first thing that she's

gonna do when she becomes leader is to fire all of these old, wrinkly men from their positions and replace them with one's who are capable to fight for her.

they chattered loudly, whether it be about their wives or about money- she doesn't care.

the (h/c) haired woman simple sat there zoning out as she desperately tried to escape from her current situation by indulging in her imagination.

she felt the tension shift when the sound of the fusuma opening immediately shut the men's mouth as they stood up, bowing at l/n f/n who walked inside with pride in each step.

y/n bowed down as well in respect.

despite her known all around for being a notorious debt collector- she still had some manners and respect to the man who gave her such opportunity to do so.

"i can see you're all here. sit down and let's
start, shall we?"

everyone sat down with their backs straight, eyes on the table in front of them as they waited for their boss's words before piping up on the conversation.

f/n let out a sigh as he finally managed to sit down after struggling for quite some time- his daughter wondering whether or not she should invest for a good walking cane for the man.

silence dawned inside the room, dull (e/c) eyes studying his men one by one as they respectfully and obediently waited like a dog waiting for its owner.

"as you all may know, the port mafia is nearing it's tenth anniversary."

"and the time to choose for the next generations leader has come." this made y/n perk up, looking up from her position to see her dad sigh through his nose.

this was it... this is the moment that she's
been waiting for!

the rest of the men waited in bated breaths- hoping that the older l/n would choose them to be the eighth generations leader.

"akashi yuno, the next generations future lies in your hands."

what?

heels loudly clicked as they walked over the wooden floors, following behind her father with a confused and betrayed look plastered on her face.

the two l/n's walked through the traditional house and into the garden where birds fluttered away from the scene upon noticing her temper.

"father- what's the meaning of this?"

"the meaning of what my dear?" y/n had to hold herself back from rolling her eyes at her father who sat down on one of the stone benches underneath the wisteria tree.

f/n knew why she was mad but didn't bother entertaining her.

"that! i was supposed to be the next leader- your daughter!"

the man sighed, patting on the empty space beside him in hopes that it would calm his daughter down from throwing another tantrum.

he made a mistake spoiling her when she was growing older- but that's what happens when you want your children to have a better life than yours.

"for the second time y/n, akashi is now the eighth generation leader according to tradition. we can't do anything about it."

"that wasn't what happend to you! grandfather literally made you the leader because you said you wanted to be- why can't you do the same to me?"

don't get her wrong, she understands that men views women as lowly beings- only there to serve them and bare them heirs to take over their thrones. god how she hates it when she's told to make them a sandwich every time she visits her father.

but she never expected the man to be the same as those pigs.

"i already told you this a year ago- women aren't allowed to take after the position as leader. that's how it's been for the past decade."

this made y/n huff in anger, wanting to bash someone's head with her bare hands because of how angry she felt right now.

"you're the leader, why can't you just change it!"

f/n sighed, closing his eyes as he realized that there was nothing he can do to calm his daughter down than to talk this out with her.

it's been the port mafias tradition that either the current leader would pass their position down to their sons or their right hand man if they don't have any- that's how it's always been.

and no one had the guts to change the rules because of how used they were to it.

but the man knows that one of these days that will have to change- and he knows that his daughter was the only one who can do it.

the (h/c) haired woman dejectedly sat beside him, heart feeling heavy as her dream on being tokyo's first woman yakuza leader has been broken.

her attention was taken back when she felt her father nudge her on the arm softly.

"no one has ever told the others about this- but there is a way on how you can be the leader." this made her perk up, turning to her father with all of her attention on him.

"the second generations leader actually had a daughter and he wanted her to take after him- but knowing how dangerous it was for women back in the day, he had her marry a man and turned her husband into the third generations leader."

"that way, his daughter can still lead alongside her husband but the man would take all of the attention away from her."

was she hearing this right? marriage?

no... her father couldn't possibly mean-

"if you find someone willing to marry you before the month ends- then you'll become a leader alongside him."

"are you absurd?! marriage, really?!"

this left y/n boiling. there must be another way other than marriage for her to take the throne as the eighth generations leader!

before she can even protest, her father's glare shut her up, clicking her tongue in distaste as the man stood up.

"you want to be a leader right? then learn to make sacrifices."

"i'll be giving you a month. if you bring me your husband, then akashi yuno won't be the leader but instead it's you and your spouse."

(e/c) eyes watched as he walked away from her, the sweet smell of the wisteria turning bitter at each second that passes.

"until then, i'll be the leader."

y/n's fists clenched on her sides, standing up as well as her guards immediately sensed her temper and approached her to ask what was wrong.

"get me my bike- and don't even think about following me."

riding through the streets of tokyo with no restrictions was the only way for the young woman to calm down, releasing all of her stress as she drove past stop lights and cop cars.

the feeling of adrenaline coursing through her veins fogged her mind from the recent events that happend- yet still tasting that sense of disdain at the tip of her tongue.

l/n y/n was known for getting anything in her way whether that be in legal or illegal terms. but she knows that the spot on being the next leader can't be cheated on.

fine, if she needs a husband then a husband she'll get.

after all, it'll only be a little while- right?