Episode 4

He scaled up the wall and hid behind a tree. Tristan Zhao Cheng, future mafia gang leader, couldn't believe he was in the brat's house. But you gotta do what you gotta do. Tristan slinked towards the nearest wall and looked through the window. Well, well, well, the brat just happened to be in that room, and on the phone too!

"Have you done it?" he asked her. Yuna had to stop her hands from trembling as she clutched the phone. "No. Only spoke to him today. But I promise I will finish the job." she said. "Remember Mrs.Shiroi. I want the baby."

"Yes sir." Yuna said. The caller hung up. Yuna's trembling hand dropped the phone then. And she cried out, as if in pain.

Tristan took a step away from the wndow then. Who on earth was that on the other end of the phone who could make someone as tough as Yuna cry? Tristan turned, attempting to go back home when two guards grabbed at his arms. "HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE LITTLE BOY?!" one of the guards said. "Sorry sir, you may not leave now, we'll have to take you to the young missus." the other guard said, slightly calmer than the other guard. Tristan took a step back then. He looked away, feigning nervousness. "The young missus?" he lisped. The guards took a step back, not letting go of him, their faces slightly perplexed. At that moment, Tristan elbowed the one guard in the face and kicked the other in the balls, then he ran to his escape. "HEY YOU LITTLE BASTARD!" the guard yelled out trying to follow Tristan, and tripped over a rock.  Tristan stuck his tongue out at the guard. Childish, he knew, but he couldn't help it. Tristan leaped over the wall, glancing behind him at the house for a moment and his heart leaped. A tear trailed down Yuna's cheek and her eyes were red. Who was that monster on the otherside of the phone?

Yuna wrung her hands nervously as she waited for Tristan's arrival.  Tristan didn't question her as she pulled him aside from his millions of fangirls. One look at her still-puffy eyes told him it wasn't yet time to mess with her. When the two of them were alone in the hallway as the other kids sat in their classes, she avoided his gaze and looked around quietly. "What?" he asked her eventually as he wasn't the most patient of people. She looked right at him then, and asked him the last thing he'd have expected to hear from her.

"Tristan... you haven't ever happened to have a child with another girl?"

"WHAT?!" Tristan said louder than he probably should've been. "I-I'm sorry!" Yuna blurted, on the verge of tears. "No, no it's okay." Tristan said quickly, not the best person to help dmsels in distress. "I haven't.' he said.

Somehow this piece of information seemed to make her sadder. "Oh. Okay." she said. But he wasn't okay. "But why Yuna? You don't seem quite yourself today." he said grabbing her arm before she could walk away. She grinned at him. "Why? Is the mafia leader concerned about me?"

He let go of her hand as if it were on fire then. "No! Why would I be?!" he said. Yuna laughed and then she skipped away, hummimg a rapid beat to herself. Tristan stared after her. "Yuna Shiroi."

"Why do I feel you hide the world's problems in your smiles?"

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