Mom... Dad... What did you give me away for?
I remembered that conversation Dad had on the phone. I'm sure that's what decided my fate.
It is not worth guessing - it's all true.
Hell, I can hardly believe it, but it's true.
So, I should become a Counselor, and when I come of age, I should marry this nudist who is in love with that redhead? What was her name? Kyoko, right? Is that even normal? Although I've read before that it's quite logical for the Italian mafia to conclude agreements by marriage between the heads of the family. Anyway, that was the case in the last century. This is a different time, a different order, but still the same way. Any teenager in my shoes would start panicking. And I understand him. I want to do it myself. However, I have had a small loophole since childhood - everything that I do not like, I put in a huge metal box with transparent walls. I see what's out there. I understand how to work with it, but it doesn't touch me. It's like I'm emotionally shielded from this. Whether it's good or bad, I don't know, but I've had a lot of help with this. It's as if you're looking at yourself from the outside and you can do more logical things.
And the first advice I gave myself was this:
- I refuse," I said in a calm voice, looking Raeburn in the eyes.
- I'm not interested in your mafia, I'm not interested in the history of the Serra family. If I had been raised from the start to become a member of the Wongola Mafia group, maybe the answer was different, but it didn't happen. I'm sure my parents had their reasons.
- It is," Raeburn nodded.
- You were raised like a normal child for a reason.
- That's great. - I was lazy to reach out, yawning at the same time.
- I'm a normal person. A 14-year-old who came to Japan to study the language and national culture in depth. I am not interested in the criminal world. Goodbye, Uncle Raeburn.
I got up from the table and headed for the exit, but suddenly something grabbed my wrist. It was more like a bright green liana that somehow had lizard eyes at the end. The same lizard who was sitting on Reborne's hat a second ago.
- Stop," the little guy raised his voice, squeezing the liana from the other end.
- Look, I'm still your guardian, and you're in my care until you're all grown up. So you won't be able to escape. Hmm... he's right.
- That's for now," I said.
- I'm going to have to deal with the legal textbooks of this country, and I'll be able to challenge that document.
- But it's going to take time," Raeburn grinned, looking at me with his black beads.
And he's right about that. A lot of time. First, to deal with parents, then to study local laws and finally to the trial itself. Oh-oh... hemorrhoids... I don't want to... I'm too lazy for such a burden. Hardly even one book I can handle.
- Do you know how your last name is translated - Serra? - suddenly asked the baby.
- I am half Italian, so of course. - I shook my shoulders and answered.
- A greenhouse.
- And what do you think your ancestors, who have such a surname, did? - Raeburn continued.
- Hmm... Flowers were grown? - I smiled.
- It didn't matter. I went, Uncle Raeburn. Bye. I released my hand and went back to the exit.
Reborn didn't keep me this time and let me go, but I noticed a slight smile on his face symbolizing that he was up to something.
What should I do? If I try to escape, it would be a pointless move. This mafia will only get even more excited about trying to stop me. I have six years to go before the major events. I'll have time to think of a plan. And there is nowhere to run, in principle. I'm sure all the ports are already being tracked, and given that I'm a minor, it will be difficult to buy a ticket. Yes, I was stuck against the wall. I came to Japan, to the country of technology, and ended up in prison, surrounded by water. You can't just leave the island like that. If so, you need a plan. First, I'll play what they want to see. We chose the same school where Sawada goes to school... Well... I'll meet him tomorrow and see what he's like. The tenth boss of the Wongola family.
A few hours later...
My parents are so eloquent that I don't even know where to go. It seems to me that all the traffic wasted while trying to call their cell phones. They don't pick up the phone, and that's it! And on a house phone have left only the short message on an answering machine:
"Hi, you called the Serra family," Mom's joyful voice began. - We're not home now because we're on a cruise to Italy! Leave a message and maybe we'll call you back. Bye-bye!"
A cruise? To Italy? Very interesting! So I can't ask what the hell is going on here. Well... I will follow my own scheme.