Hazel Pines and the rise of yet another mafia

by ThisCat

Summary:

Hazel Marie Pines is her father's daughter. There is no denying it. The ultimate proof of this comes when she leaves for Vegas to start her studies, and does the exact same thing he did when he was that age: accidentally start a mafia.

Notes:

I said I would write it, and here it is. The prologue, at least. The first chapter should be up soon enough, but after that, I can't promise you any good schedule.

Chapter 1: Hazel Marie Pines

Hazel Pines knew she had a lot in common with her father. Of course she knew. She had been told so her entire life, and she never minded it. Why would she mind it? Her father was a great man, beloved by practically everyone. Not once had she been told that being alike him was anything other than great. Though in looks she took more after her mother, and her hair was more reminiscent of her Gam-gams, if a little more curly, she had his multitude of freckles, and on the inside, she was her father’s daughter.

She had the same unnatural affinity for people, being able to cheer people up or reduce them to tears with only a few words from a young age. The first time she did the latter, her father sat her down and explained why she had to be careful with that, that she had to watch herself. Her mother described it as having a weapon in her mind, ready to fire at a moment’s notice. She took these things to heart and made friends, not enemies. Few were those who wanted to make enemies with her, anyways.

Hazel had a slow temper, slower than that of her siblings, but more dangerous when it came to the surface. It was still not to the level of her father’s, though, and she got in fights. She could never stand for seeing others be mistreated, and though she treated the weapon in her mind with respect, her fists were always readily available. Growing up in a mafia, like she did, probably had something to do with it. She grew up surrounded by the idea that if you saw something that needed fixing, you fixed it, immediately.

No one, aside from those who already knew, would guess that Hazel grew up as a mafia princess. This was mostly because her father only begrudgingly admitted to it being a mafia after several years of denial. He insisted for the longest time that they were only a group of friends who helped each other out, and in some ways, he was right. It was always about helping people, always about building a network and a community that official channels were incapable of creating, never about personal profit. For Hazel, the mafia was responsibility, not prestige.

So, yes, Hazel Pines had a lot in common with her father, but she would never, ever, in a million years have guessed exactly how much they would end up having in common. She shared that with him as well.