"What the hell!?"

"Calm down mihcael. I know you're very agitated by the fact they would suddenly gave you a task of babysitting, but haven't you already got a lot of children to look after? Just think of this as an addition, no?"

"The f*ck you blabbering for? I just only ask WHY the f*ck would you give me a child that only arrived just a few motherf*cking hours ago?!"

Mihcael slammed his closed fists on the table. Making me shiver in fear and swallowing the words i wanted to say.

'Mihcael is going to be my papa?' 'Is that for real?' My 'Papa..'

"Ffffff.... Tss.. Haaa... I guess there's no use complaining. But to hell with all this 'treat her gently' what do you think am i some kind of bullshit lolicon?"

I don't understand what papa meant by 'Roricon' but he seems really infuriated, his ears all red too, err. It's so cute.

"It's just as it says. Treat her gently because she's a very important... Person."

The mister with a hairstyle that looks like a big hammer turned to me when he said person, which i responded by tilting my head.

"F*ck what you say. Now she's my 'daughter' i'll treat her the aberdini way."

With that, papa grabbed me by my waist and hoist me up to his shoulder. I didn't resist and just gently played with papa's big back.

"Oh dear."

---

It is my fourth day in papa's place but he still haven't given me a training. It is unbearable, my mind is going off hot steam like a kettle.

"Papa, help me become strong!"

He pressed my head really hard which made me shake in pain.

"Huh. As i thought, you want me to train that flimsy bag of bones? Come back when you ain't as sickly as a dog!" Then papa handed me a bowl of light brown soup with big pieces of vegetables floating about.

This loooks good. ah, i drooled. Then.

"Thanks for the food, papa." I singed.

But all i got was papa seating aback with a smugly smile.

---

"Yaaa!"

My knife fell on the ground and i cannot feel my fingers anymore. Little scars and red bruises are left on my palm stinging me a little. Today is the 712th day(2 years) since papa adopted me and I got it all recorded in an old spring notebook.

"What's that? You got fazed by a weak shrug like that, huh? How would you do if a massive shithead smacked at you. You useless piece of shit."

Papa is provoking me, which i got used to everyday for two years i have been training. I trained to someday save my sister, or little to avenge at least her death.

"Next i'll fight you barehanded, but be warned i'll hit you hard, prepare."

Papa casted away the iron-knuckles he wears and cracked a sound from his fingers.

"Ready."

I prepared my knife and took a stance i practiced for months. Left leg bent forward, shoulders low with my arms at ready anytime to intercept.

"Get ready to be f*cked up."

When papa started to say abusive words, i take it as encouragement and sometimes praise for my actions. I can't help but smile thinking about my new life.

Papa is so cool and awesome, he moves so fast like wham and pow and he puts down enemies in one move. I know that because papa brought me frequently in his missions. But not without telling me, "Whatever happens don't ever leave this spot, stay behind that macho guard over there. Okay?" Which i nodded at furiously. Then papa took me on a plane, few months after that.

I'm still wondering if papa is really rich but he only answers with a "Those dumb asses above are just using money to keep their monopoly on things." Then he didn't speak about it again.

On Jermani (Germany) the first thing i did was barf at the ground while papa caressed my back. "What the f*ck, if you did that in the plane i'll be throwing you out the sea!"

"Uuu... I'm so so..rry. I'm not.. Feel. Bad.."

Drop

"Are we seriously doing this? F*ck, get me a vacant room, NOW! Don't sock you motherf*ckers!"

Papa lifted me while i'm still feeling bubbly and brought me to a small room. He rolled off his sleeves and checked his watch.

"You got four hours to rest then ask someone to take you to the refugee camp. Got it?"

"Y.. Es.. "

I tried to answer in a disciplined way but my voice became garbled. Uuu.. I'm feeling sick. Water, gimme water papa. Is what I couldn't say.

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A few minutes right after papa left, a voice came from beside the bed.

"Hey."

"Muu? Wh..o pa, pa?"

I tried to speak normally but my stomach is still tingly.

"Papa?.... Huh?!... No way!"

Then the voice started shouting, please be quiet.

"Your papa's sex slave too?!"

Ahuh?! Eh? What is she saying I don't understand. I slowly inclined my neck to the side and found a girl who is like the same age as me (13) with a slight whiter version of my hair, it's like snow. Woah.

"Beautiful.. "

"W-W-What d-did you Shay!?"

"Uh. Ah. No! I didn't said beautiful i-it's just.. Uh.. Ah.. Wait! I definitely heard you say something about papa earlier, what is it?"

"Huh.. Oh..! About being papa's sex slave?"

"That's right!"

I don't know the meaning of this word 'seks slay' but i'm sure it is bad. Because i often hear papa's comrades saying 'seks' when they are chattering and drinking alcohol.

"Ah. It's a term for a smart and strong girl who is being teached by an awesome and powerful teacher! Huhu, i bet you don't know that!"

The girl puts her hands by her waist and puffed her chest proudly. Seks slay...

"Woah that's so cool! Then does that means i'm a seks slay too?"

"Oh. It's prounounced as S-E-X Sex, and S-L-A-V-E slave. And yeah! We're both papa's sex slave!"

Woah. I got my own title as papa's sex slave, i'm so excited that the pain in my stomach disappeared completely.

"By the way what's your name? Mine's Amelia."

"I'm Rena."

We shook hands and we chatted for the whole afternoon before going to where papa was.

---

I only said, "Papa's sex slaves ready for duty!" And his face immediately turned into a frown then shouted.

"What?!"

"..uuu.. Aren't we papa's sex slave?"

I stared at papa who shouted angrily and amelia nodded along with me.

"Hahaha... Little kid, where in hell did you learn that word?"

He laughed like he's tired and approached me with a scary look on his face. Awawawawa!! So scarey!

"Aa.. Er.. I-I learned it f-from amelia... "

Papa quickly shifted from me to amelia and smiled.

"So little thief, from whom you heard that word?"

"...C-Captain f-fredo.. Thought me t-that... "

Amelia answered in a shaking voice. And i won't judge her because i peed my underwear right now. Please don't kill me.

"Oh.. Ok.. "

Papa just stood up and walked away quietly, like nothing happened.

"Rena?"

"Ay? T-That was scary.. "

"Yeah i peed my panties."

"P-please don't say shameless things like that!!"

"But you did the same... "

"Ah. Uuh.. I'm... "

"Ahaha. Let's just go take a shower! Let's go!"

Amelia grabbed me by the hand while we ran towards the bathroom.

---

When we returned we saw papa pressing the sole of his shoes upon the head of a brown skinned man with a funny looking hair. Papa glanced at us then turned to the man.

"So, BUDDY? Could you entertain our young ladies here with an EXCUSABLE explanation, hmm?"

The brown man stood up revealing a really large body. Wow, he's two times the size of papa, two times!!

"U-Uh.. (Cough) w-where do i start?"

Then his scary figure was broken when he spoke in a trembling voice like a cornered mouse. Fueh.

---

It's been a few months after i befriend Amelia and i already went home with papa back home.

Well. The first thing i did was of course train with papa.

Clang!!!

The knife got deflected with a sound that doesn't sound like it came from a body of flesh and bones. Papa smirked and walked towards my knife.

"Listen up, you little turnip! what would you do if you meet a hostile with a knife while you are out barehanded?"

Papa tapped his heels on the floor awaiting my answer. Uuu i better answer fast.

"Uhm.. I steal away the knife an- "

"FOOL!"

Papa shouted at a voice he hadn't used in a long time. Which made me shudder uncontrollably.

"This... Nevermind. Tomorrow's... your 13th birthday.. Huh? Time sure flies by.. "

Papa suddenly switched to a really soft tone that i have trouble hearing with, with my ears but i surely heard something about a birthday? Tomorrow? Whose birthday? I don't know but they seem pretty important that even papa would talk about.

"Uhh. Papa i didn't hear what you said?"

"Huh? Oh. Rena, you're going to school."

---

"Then your father gave you a pair of titanium fabric gloves, then ditched you by saying. 'I'll be away for a long time, stay at school.' HaHaHa, Seriously that guy is such an asshole."

He laughed heartily. Leonardo Ajustus, my assumed 'Uncle' which is also the most closest man to my father. And my current guardian.

"Yes, that is the case. And i remembered i cried horribly after that."

My chin went itchy when i remembered that somewhat embarassing moment. But still felt sad because of the memory.

"Still, i am happy that day. Father said my name for the first and the last time in his entire life."

I clutched my hand near my chest and smiled at that sweet remembrance.

"..Touchy.. Oh well. Guess you wouldn't had liked it if your father died without at least uttering your name won't you?"

My mood sharply fell and it showed on my face, which uncle reacted with a mocking sneer.

"Sorry, sorry. Forgot that i promised i won't be talking about 'that' thing again."

Uncle waved his hand in front of him like swatting a fly. My eyes saw a glimpse of a housefly being turned to a pint of blood between his palm. He really is amazing, like father.

"I'm going back to my room, please exit the base after i did. Or you'll be violating the national protection law."

After that words i stood up to leave the room with the man who looked like in his teens smoking a cancer stick wearing an old fashioned suit in the modern era.

That is my uncle, like my father he do not seem to age. He looks Exactly like 8 years ago when i first saw him, and he's definetely NOT a teenage boy, as i saw records about his deeds in the 90's.

Casting away the thoughts, i picked the key from my pocket and went straight to my own room.

Hmm...

I felt a soft breeze brush past my face. What's the season again? Spring? Fall? Winter? The heck would i know, if ordinary people sit at home reading novels or watching news i'd probably be somewhere raiding a den or busting some heads or two. Either way the wind is really sniffy.

"This is.. "

My hand moved towards the strange object lying across the stuff-littered floor.

A rag doll? And a burnt one at that. You could clearly see the parts that have been scorched through. The supposedly purple body is now looking pretty shaggy. When the hell did this get here? Did a little girl somewhat went inside my room and left this, but i made sure to lock the door, and it's virtually impossible to break the lock without inhuman strength or superior picklocking skills, and i doubt skilled thieves would spend trouble breaking in just to leave a burnt doll inside my room.

Just as i thought about that.

Crash!!

F*ck. That was dangerously close.

"That was a pretty neat move, lieutenant. I'd say those hips are pretty powerful, wouldn't that have more purpose riding up and down ontop of a bed?"

A scum of a human being appeared, and the arm that got stuck in the wall, The Freaking wall which was thick enough to block a barricade of shotgun shells.

"What are you doing here Sergeant?"

I spoke in a cold tone, hoping to meet a calm point.

But i immediately take that back. He brought his friends and had the freaking nerve to make them hide in my closet. I won't let you go for this, dirtying my clothes. is this what they called 'closet perverts'? Brainless idiots.

"Oh, don't blame me babe. I'm just hearing out my desire and finally! I can't hold on anymore. You're slick figure, sexy ass, shameless legs and that adorable chest!! I love it! Specially those cute pink titties."

This sucks, who knew i would be running across hell first thing after a mission? This is really pissing me off, should i just kill these guys and feed them to cerberus? No, HQ and uncle won't be able to keep quiet if i do that.

"Hol' up, babe. You might wanna watch your step, who knows if i'll snap your neck in a second, hmm?"

"You're just an arrogant bastard anyway... "

I could bust your head right now. No, i WOULD. My arms and feet moved to position, muscles and joints i haven't used in arm-to-arm combat. I can feel my fist getting itchy, but first let's send him a kick.

"Got you now!" He shouted.

He tried to grab my arm, which i reacted by bending back and sending my feet to his fat flab.

"AHH! That f*cking hurts! What the hell is that strength!"

"Oops, i forgot to hold back."

Crack!!

My fist went straight to his jaw in an uppercut, gross cracking sounds filled my ear.

"Boss!"

Finally the lackeys came out, get the f*ck out my closet, Geez now i got to fill the clothesline with handwashed laundry again.

"F*CK! Go get this Bitch!"

I got preoccupied by my thoughts that i didn't react in time from the thick log like arms grabbing me from behind. The two lackeys which were a head taller than me closed in with expectant faces.

"We'll beat you close to death, then we'll have an orgy by my apartment, hehe. You won't b- "

Smelly disgusting arms. League's weaker than father's headlock. Is this a joke?

"Oof!"

"GAh!"

I simply slipped away and launched a kick and punch at the lackeys respectively. Which sent them flying across the room, landed towards the basket containing my dirty laundry.

"Shit!"

I immediately dashed there and threw the unconscious bodies away by the sleeves. For Christ's sake, if papa saw this he would be screaming at me like a madman right now. Oh papa...

"You F*cking BITCH! What have you done! I'mma f*ck you up now!"

His arm grabbed behind his back and brought out a classic military knife, one i use back in the days.

"You see this? I'll slice you up like the b*tch you are, so be a good little girl and DIE!"

Grrrr. He just said 'little girl'? Christ pray to you what i would do this hella son of a b*tch. NO ONE Calls me little girl except my FATHER!!

With quick movements i grabbed the handgun hidden inside the bedsheets and pulled the safety.

Bang!!

Bang!! Bang!!! Bang!

Done, i'm seriously done.

"AHHH!! WHAT THE F*CK! YOU SHOT MY LEG! YOU FUC- "

"SHUT UP! NOW HURRY UP AND GET YOUR ASS UP BEFORE I SHOOT YOUR PITIFUL LITTLE BRAIN OUT OF YOUR DISGUSTING HEAD!"

the idiot groaned in pain but still moved and left the room, dragging two unconscious people along.

(Sigh) wait till amelia heard about this.

My body quickly collapsed ontop the bed after making sure the door is securedly locked, To avoid anymore psycho trespassers invading about.

I might have nightmares again after this.

"...i guess i need to write a report about today... "