1/2 of Y/N's backstory-Optional read
-Italics: Anyone's thoughts/dreams and Italian words.
-Bold: Actions
-Regular text: conversations
A/N: ⚠BIG TRIGGER WARNING
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:Summer of 1997: Naples, Italy:
:No POV:
Y/N was visiting from Rome to see her father as she hadn't been to Naples for 10 years, her parents had gotten a divorce when she was around 7. Originally Y/N was supposed to live with her father in Sicily, but due to her mom's (mental illness), she lived with her in japan instead.
Y/N walked around with her childhood best friend before she had to take a smoke.
"Hey Amore I've got to go take a smoke, I'll only be a sec ok?"
Y/N walks into a nearby ally way as she looks through her purse.
:??? POV:
"do you see any "compatible" targets..?"
They both walk through the dark ally ways looking for a perfect target.
"hmm no not yet, but I mean I'm not complaining about the mission the boss gave us...but this is kinda much don't you think?"
They both stop in their tracks as they find
Y/N smoking.
:Y/N POV:
As you blow out the smoke from your cigarette, your eyes adjust to the darkness of the ally way. You see 2 figures coming closer to you as you quickly burn out your cigarette on the ground before you could run out the ally way you felt your purse being tugged away from your shoulder.
"HEY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!"
you quickly turn around to see 2 weirdly dressed men (well at least 1 of them look normal somewhat..)
"Ciao bella, mind if I borrow this for a second?" The one with blonde hair looks through your bag as you scramble to try to get it back. You punch the one with light blue hair, he tightens his grip on your hand
"Hey stop, you're only gonna make this situation worse if you keep punching me!" you could feel his hand getting colder on your wrist as you struggle more.
"Hm~ so you were born Here in Naples, you clearly smoke...Do you drink as well maybe..take any drugs or narcotics?" The blonde one pulls out both your pack of cigarettes and your driver's license.
"w-what? No, I don't take drugs, I only drink now and again. There I answered your stupid questions now please just let me go!" You yell in desperation.
The one holding your wrist taps their friend on the shoulder quickly whispering something.
"Mia bella may I ask how old you are?" The blonde one says still holding your license.
"What are you blind or something, It's clearly on my license.." you say finally giving up struggling.
"17...huh," The blonde one says under his breath.
"yeah, we can take her."
Both of the men grab both your arms dragging you to follow them.
"HEY WAIT, WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME YOU PERVERTS!" You start to kick once again.
"Oi Melone can you just knock her out already, she's annoying the fuck out of me."
The one named Melone pulls out a cloth quickly putting it over your mouth. you fall unconscious not knowing what's going to happen to you.
You wake up in a dark living room, confused and dazed. Sitting up you check if those "PERVERTS" touched you anywhere.
(jeez all I wanted to do was to visit my friend and my dad, but apparently, life has to treat me like this....trapped in a dark room in a place...)
"Are you awake?" A voice comes from behind you.
You slowly turn around to see the guy with light blue hair. you quickly lay back down, closing your eyes to make it seem that you were still asleep.
"do you think I'm that stupid cagna? I literally just saw you look at me, then lay back down."
you sit back up knowing that you'd been caught.
"That's kinda rude calling a guest a bitch don't you think?" You say smirking as if you won.
"well, first of all, you aren't a guest, we kidnapped you." he scoffed as he walked toward the couches in front of you.
"Who are you guys, like do I know y'all from somewhere?"
He looks at you with a blank expression.
"we're mafioso's, so I don't think you'd know us from anywhere.."
you scratch your head in disbelief.
"why'd you kidnap me-" you were interrupted
"Why would you ask a stupid question like that to your kidnapper"
You look at him with frustration.
"well can I at least know your name so I won't have to keep thinking that "OooooH THe Light blued hair guy is tying me up in the basement".
The man scoffs as he clasping his hands.
"well ok then, my name is Ghiaccio and the man behind you is Melone."
You quickly turn around frightened, as "Melone" gives you a toothy smile.
"How amusing ribelle finally woke up, mind telling us why this was in your bag" Melone pulls out a little baggie with white powder in it, also pulling out a razor blade.
You cover your mouth.
"well, it's kind of... personal..."
Ghiaccio smirks.
"Well, how are we supposed to get to know our sweet "Guest"!" He mocks your previous tone.
You give out a big sigh as Melone plops down next to you.
"This is a lot to pack a punch, please go on to tell us"
You let out a big sigh as you tuck your hair behind your ear.
"well It all started after my parent's divorce, I went to go live with my mother. After about a year my mom finally found a boyfriend, As I thought she was finally happy well that was until he started to do drugs. Every time he got high he would get really angry for no reason, which then would lead to him beating me and my mother. As I was a kid back then I got depressed, so one day I took some of his drugs, which lead me to addiction...And that's the story that's why I have "that" in my bag.."
You look up at both of them scratching the back of your head.
"you're not telling us something. Why was a razor blade in there" Ghiaccio barked.
"well, how else am I going to-"
Ghiaccio walks over to you forcefully pulling your sleeve down to show your wrist. Both Melone and Ghiaccio look at you with shock, you look at them tears running down your face as you could see the wounds that you cut from the previous morning opening again, you faint from the blood loss.
:Time skip:
You wake up your head throbbing, your vision blurry you sit up to see that you were on a bed. You could see a little light coming from the little crack in the door.
"You should probably get some sleep."
You look down from the bed to see Melone in a sleeping bag, looking up at the ceiling.
"Why are you on the floor..?"
Melone sits up to look at you.
"I have to keep watch of you until tomorrow so that you won't escape into the night. We've got a long day tomorrow so just, get enough sleep."
You nod as Melone lays back down onto the floor. You touch the bandages on your wrist, realizing how bad the scars we're, you lay back down onto the bed, and fall asleep.