6. Amaya

"This has to be a nightmare..."

"If it's any consolation, little sister, he's doing it to protect you," Hiro said.

The look he got from our father silenced him immediately, enough for him to turn his face away.

"What are you talking about?"

"When we get to Los Angeles, we'll talk about everything, I promise you, suki," my father replied, and I furrowed my brow.

I shook my head; I was somewhat afraid, and I didn't miss the serious look Hiro gave Hiroshi. It made me wonder if it was something natural, usual, for the oyabun to be so expressive and affectionate. I didn't want to inquire, so I just looked out the window until we reached San Francisco. To my complete astonishment, my mother was waiting at the door with a large suitcase and a handbag.

"Why are we going home?" I questioned the man of all my troubles.

"Because your mother wants to see you before we board the plane, and we also came for some of your things," he explained, narrowing his eyes.

"I need all my assignments, everythi