Emperor of Mayhem

f o r t y - e i g h t

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THE MAFIA PRINCESS
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[ somewhere in this chapter there's a minor usage of Arabic. check the inline comment directly beside any conversation in Arabic for the translation :) ]

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"Wait, are you in the Russian mafia?"

The five feet something inches tall boy with tousled black hair, sharp blue eyes and a grin appeared abruptly in front of me, successfully blocking my path and I had no choice but to halt so I wouldn't crash into the lad.

"What?" I raised my brow, then exchanged an incredulous look with Elizabeth who was walking beside me, but all she did was shrug helplessly, shaking her head.

"Like, are you a mafia princess or something?" His hand stretched forward, snatching the paper I had tucked in my breast pocket, "this makes mention of Don and we all know who a don is. The leader of a mafia. And since we are in Russia, we could say this Don belongs to a Russian mafia. And why would this be found in your locker if you aren't somehow connected to this Don through the mafia, and since you are so cute and innocent, I can't say you work for the mafia so here's where my theory lies," he finally paused, taking a dramatic deep breath, "You're a runaway Mafia princess?"

What?

I stared at Shiro Gusev, the cute boy from Chemistry class, the one I was texting with this morning that made Mikhail want to lose the remaining sanity he had left.

I met him today during Chemistry and we got talking. He said him and I were almost friends before I disappeared out of sight and no one saw me again. I had no memory of him although his face didn't look so strange to me. Like Elizabeth, I found it rather odd that he was still here instead of probably being in college already. But he told me that he couldn't graduate because his scores were pretty low and so was his attendance record. Because the school was very strict, he wasn't allowed to graduate. And according to him, all this misfortune befell him because I went away with his lucky charm, a bracelet his grandmother made for him the last time he was in Japan. He said he gave it to me when I said I loved it. And he was sure we were going to be really close friends, so he wasn't reluctant to. For him, as long as we were friends, the bracelet would still be effective even if it was with me. But then I went so far and the effect of the charm in it wore off when his scent on the bracelet wore off too.

Now since I woke up from coma, I hadn't set my eyes on any bracelet that matched his description. Though I had made a mental note to ask Mikhail if he saw me with any bracelet of such. I was hoping he kept it somewhere.

"Your hypothesis is so wild, Gusev." Elizabeth said and I couldn't help but agree more. "And dumb."

Shiro kind of got to know of the weird paper because Elizabeth and I were still staring at it during lunch, trying to make random guesses and theories, until he came to our table with his lunch to join us.

Now he had turned into some sort of young Sherlock Holmes trying to crack whatever code that was even though, I particularly, didn't want to care too much what was written in that paper. I mean, I do to a minor extent, but not enough to make me lose sleep and be restless.

The message in that paper as far as I was concerned, had no ground. That little one-line text wasn't going to make me match up to Mikhail and demand the truth. If the person who somehow got into my school, cracked my locker code and left that message there really needed me to learn of a particular truth, he or she needed to give me more leads.