Having arrived in Japan, my home country, I've notice it's so different from Italy, so... peaceful. There were a lot of people, yes. But how they went about their lives not worried that they would live to see tomorrow. Maybe it was just me who felt that way.
I was headed towards Namimori City, where I spent my so called childhood at, until I was dragged away to the mafia. My best friend was there to, his rough, pitch black hair, the way he was so protective and closed off to many. But not to me.
I was headed there when I suddenly felt a shotgun pointed at my head from above. I pretend I didn't notice, until the moment he went to shoot.
I dodged quickly. Jumping over a wall, with ease, and over to the other side, as I started to run. Hearing the shouts of people who were close to the shooting run away. The killers weren't following me, I knew that. They think I'm with the crowd, blending in. But just to make sure I ran some more . After a good distance I started to walk again. Towards Namimori City, the place where I start my new life.
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A Place To Call Home. (KHR fanfic)
FanfictionNasuni has been dragged away to the mafia at a very young age, leaving her best friend behind. By the age of 5 she is know as the genius hitman of her generation after Reborn. Because of this other Mafia want her for themselves at any cost, even kil...
