Running through the crowded streets of Musutafu, a young male dashed through the a larger crowd. 'I'm doomed!' He thought, seeming quite frantic as he ran past a man with a suit and briefcase. Being on the phone yet also almost being trampled over by the boy. "Hey! Watch it kid!" He yelled angrily and held one hand over his phone. Mainly so the complaint would be muffled.

"Sorry!" The boy yelled back and turned around. Bowing as a sign that he actually was sorry before almost tripping on his own feet. Catching himself as he spun, stumbling a bit as he did. Letting out a soft grunt, he quickly carried on with his running. Looking around at his surroundings as to make sure that he was actually going the right way.

"There he is!"

"Get him!"

Two other people were chasing after the poor boy. Turning his head as his yellow eyes met one of their darkened gazes as he yelped. Turning his head to see where he was going. Continuing to dash along the street before making a quick turn into an alleyway. Pressing himself against the wall while quickly sliding down to hide himself by a trash can on his right side.

Staying silent, listening to every bit of movement that came into earshot. Though, it was mainly chatting and footsteps. Soon, two quicker pairs rushed by, not even paying a lick of attention to the alleyway. 'Safe...!' He thought and let out a breath he just realized he was holding. Gazing down at an object he was clutching in his hand. A single, red apple. Then gazing down at his ragged and tore clothing, simply shook his head. Standing once again and dusting off his kindly shredded cargo shorts. Along with a plain, baggy, white tee-shirt. The sleeves being short and showing off how scrawny the boy really was. His shoes weren't that good looking either, but it's all he had. Though, ignoring that fact, he walked out of the alleyway as casually as he could. Lightly tossing the apple while avoiding the people as much as possible.

After a good while of walking he came across a run-down apartment. Smiling softly to himself, he opened the door and walked in.

"Mom...! I'm home!" After a minute of no answer, his brows furrowed a bit. "Mom...?" He called out in a more curious manner, beginning to look around the place. It wasn't that big, a more decent sized place that could fit around 4-5 people.

'It's never this quiet...' He thought and started to get worried. Even with his worry, he was coming to the final room of the house. His mother's bedroom. 'Maybe they're all napping.... yea that's it....' He thought before turning the creaky doorknob. Opening the door as he smiled even more widely. "Mom I-".

He immediately paused. Dropping the apple as his face turned into that of sheer terror. His mother laying in her bed with a pool of red running down her side. Another female and male in the same state. 

Though, one remained standing. A female, taller than most. Having short, pale purple hair and sinister red eyes. Wearing what looked like an expensive, high fashioned dress. The dress being as red as her eyes. A pair of black gloves covering her hands. But, in her left hand, was a knife. Stained with the same red.

The woman turned and looked at the boy. Herself not looking a day over thirty. Her expressions being deadly as she smirked at the terrified boy. "Well well.... it's lovely to see you again, Hayuke..."

"Au-auntie....." The boy stuttered, shrinking back as he gazed up at the vile woman.

"Yes darling but how many times have I told you not to call me that?" She said and rolled her eyes.

The boy didn't even respond as he looked like he was about ready to run and scream. Her suddenly being behind him as the knife was now aimed for his throat. The pointed end lightly touching his fragile skin. "Ah ah ah.... unless you want to end up like them.... I would suggest you keep your little mouth shut...."

Hayuke's breathing started to quicken as he gulped. "Wh-why.... why did you....-"

"Because. They betrayed me. We all know what happens to those who do that..." The woman said and glared towards the bodied. Scrunching her nose up in disgust.

It's true, everyone knew what happened when you messed with the biggest crime lord to ever exist. This woman was known as 'Kyoko Nazigume'. Not only was she a crime lord, but a fashion designer and modeler. Nobody would dare to mess with her since she's known worldwide as a genius.

"Now then... come with me Hayuke... don't end up like those peasants..."

"Bu-bu-"

"Disobey... and it won't end lightly for you... now I said let's go." She said and gripped the boys shoulder. Keeping the knife at its target as she turned, dragging the whimpering boy off with her.

That was years ago.

And what's in the past, stays in the past.