2 Boss

["Welcome to XXX Akira!!," a raven haired woman with peach coloured eyes smiled as she rubbed the head of her seven year old son who gazed at her with the same large peach coloured eyes.

"Are we going to play?" Akira looks up to his mother as she smiled again and shook her head.

"Today Mom is going to bring you around and teach you how everything works around here-"

"But whyyy?" Akira pouts as Rubian knelt on floor, coming face to face with him.

"Because one day my little Akira, you're going to manage this place," Rubian smiles as she tilts her head to the right and pats his head.

"Me? I'll be boss?" Akira gazes at his mother with bright eyes as she lifts little Akira into her arms and stood up.

"Yep, Akira boss!!" Rubian nuzzles his cheeks and tickles him as Akira squeals and wiggle out of her arms.]

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Momentarily blinded, Akira rubbed his eyes and blinked, trying to regain vision in his eyes.

The interior of the bowling center was the exact opposite of it's exterior!! It had bright lights with bowling lanes occupying the entire middle section of the floor. The basement was extremely spacious, unlike the building it was located in. The building had cracks in the concrete, and seemed as if it was even crumbling...

The customers at the bowling lanes were dressed rather... strangely. Akira's eyes were attracted by a brunette with wavy curves in a red cocktail dress as she gracefully inserted her fingers into the finger holes of a bowling ball. Lifting it, she swirled on her six inch red heels as men wolf whistled at her before strolling to the bowling lane. She turned around and blew a kiss to the gathering crowd of mostly men in tuxedos, before turning to the front and stepped forward, rolling it onto the lane in a smooth motion.

"Here!" Rande snapped his fingers and Akira turned towards him as cheers erupted from the lane he was previously watching.

Lane twelve.

The brunette from earlier had scored a strike. Men were tossing roses, and women their handkerchiefs...

"Am I in some kind of high class restaurant or what?" Akira mumbled to himself as he looked at his own outfit, a plain dark grey T-shirt and black joggers in disgust.

"Don't worry about it," Rande interrupted his thoughts as he chuckled and continued-

"Those are of the Kageyuki, they like to dress to show that no fabric can restrict them from showcasing their talents-"

CRASH-

A loud noise came from Akira's left as roars erupted.

"RANDE GO TAKE A LOOK AT WHAT THEIR DOING TO MY CAFE!!" A loud voice yelled from behind a small counter resembling a ramen store just to the left of the entrance.

"ON MY WAYY-" Rande hollered as he ran towards the commotion.

"So, how can I help you sire?" a voice came from behind, surprising Akira. He turned around only to see a cringly old man with a small face and bushy eyebrows frowning at his attire as his beedy eyes swept up and down his figure.

"I-" Akira stopped as he wondered.

"I hope you're not here to play pranks young man, I have many things to do," The old man grumbled as he turned his back to Akira and hobbled to a cupboard and pressed a button resembling a doorknob, revealing a coffee machine behind.

"No, uh I'm here to look around-" Akira stuttered as he tried to think of a better way to phrase that his the new owner, coming around to take a look.

"LOOK AROUND?!" the old man yelled as he pulled out a cane and pointed it at Akira's nose as it trembled continuously from the old man's rage.

"DID YOU THINK ITS A CIRCUS ACT FOR KIDS TO WANDER AROUND??!! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT-"

"My- MY NAME'S AKIRA AND IM THE NEW OWNER OF THIS PLACE-" Akira yelled in desperation. If he was to be kicked out of his own property, he would never hear the end of it from Inami. At the very least, he will hold his stance even against this old man.

"..." the old man stood in silence after his declaration and stared at him, narrowing his dark midnight coloured eyes and thrusted a hand forward, grabbing the front of Akira's shirt sniffing him.

The old man pulled out a large magnifying glass and peered at Akira's eyes as he stared at him nervously.

A minutes passed, but it felt more like an eternity to poor Akira, under the scrutiny of the old man as he fidgeted when the old man suddenly smiled and withdrew, letting go of Akira, even slowly patting his shirt down.

"Why didn't you say so earlier sire?"

Akira stared jaw-slacked at the old man as he snapped his fingers and raised his arms after pressing a button which sprayed fresh perfume on their surroundings. Multiple robotic arms appeared and speedily dressed the old man in a butler's outfit, complete with even a tail coat!! All of a sudden, the previous grumpy old man turned into a tall dashing buster in his mid-fifties.

The butler pushed the small door at the side of the counter and stood before Akira.

"Kogetsu Akira-sama? It is a pleasure, to welcome you to our humble abode," he swept his arms in the air before taking a deep bow, with his head reaching the floor...

<Isn't this a bit too much..?> Akira thought to himself as he tried to get the butler to raise his head.

"Thank you thank you, uh could you please get up first?" Akira asked nervously as a few curious stares looked in their direction.

"Your wish is my command," the butler announced in a loud voice before standing back up, as straight as a ruler, in contrast to the small hunchback figure from before, Akira wondered if it was magic.

"How may I be of service to my young master today?" the butler asked.

"Uhh... could you show me around the place I will be managing?" Akira asked as he gestured to the bowling lanes and pool tables.

"Of course!" The butler grinned as he turned and suddenly stopped.

"Where are my manners, Akira-sama? Please call this lowly one Darif, if you have any further questions during the tour-" Darif grinned before performing a sweeping bow and directed Akira first towards the right side of the bowling lanes where the pool tables laid.

"Here, lies the entertainment section, or you can call it a gathering place for the scum- I mean-gang members of society." He points towards a bunch of men and women with piercings and tattoos covering every inch of their bodies.

"Over ther-"

"Darif, what happens if they try to mess around with our place?" Akira interrupted mid-sentence when he spotted a couple guys staring intently at him, some licking their blades in excitement.

"Hmm, they should know better than to push it at my territory, but in any case I'll deal with them so young master wouldn't have to worry. Maybe we can get Officer Justis to teach you some hand to hand combat so that you can defend yourself, and maybe someday, even take over the Kageyuki's!!" Darif exclaimed with sparkles in his eyes.

"I'm actually still not sure if I want to take over the this property actually-"

"Young master Akira!! How preposterous!! During a time like this, you are supposed to stand firm with your unwavering beliefs-"

"My mother just died."

"Rubian, was it?" Darif asked, with a softer look in his eyes.

"Yea.." Akira nodded as he lifted a hand to rub his eyes.

"Rubian.. was the gentlest child I've ever known," Darif started.

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"As an assassin, you must learn how to take a life, Rubian!" a man with light brown hair and light blue eyes gently scolded a small girl with midnight hair and downcast peach coloured eyes.

"Your father will not be pleased to hear of what transpired during our training session today-" He paused as he watched the little girl's nose tremble slightly, trying her best not to cry.

He sighed, and knelt on grass in front of her. Since when had he-Darif Leboce, a internationally renounced assassin, fallen to the point that he had no resistance towards a small girl? He placed a hand on the girl's small back and drew her into a hug, slowly patting.

"I- (sniff) I only wah-(sniff) I only wanted to help that poor -(cough) rwbbit-" Rubian coughed again as she spoke, and wiped her eyes on the handkerchief that Darif offered.

"I understand, I really do, but you need to be ruthless Rubian, or else you will never survi-"

"But it was only a baby-" the little girl cried out when she thought of the pure white rabbit with a black spot on it's head.

"It was weak Rubian, and it was born to make you ruthless, into the assassin you will be, to take over the throne or help your brother-Ruberts lead the people-"

"I d-did-didn't asked to be b-born in an assassin's- f-family," Rubian choked as she burst out crying.

"Rubian, I know I know," Darif murmured as he drew the little girl close. She had the gentlest soul he had ever seen, the purest, if he had to admit. But unfortunately for this angel, she was born in a family of devils. Maybe someday, if or when she bears the child written in the prophecy long ago, she will be able to change this family altogether.

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