I’m the daughter of a crime lord, we live in a big expensive house and business is thriving. As I start to get involved in ‘outings’ my father encounters a boy my own age that he brings home. It turns out that this guy believes he is the reincarnation of Buddha.
We end up becoming great friends, and I often forget that he is full of wisdom and spent a past lifetime finding inner peace.
Buddha joins us on many raids and visits, but often he will tell us something really random like ‘don’t harm the woman in the bedroom’ or ‘there is a child hiding in the pantry whose parents are looking for him’.
I love him for it anyway, like a brother, not romantically. Over time I start to take over the business, Buddha being my right-hand man.
We have a few fallouts where he has some strange prophetic ideas that then clash with something I want done. For example, a woman I want out of the picture doesn’t happen because Buddha defends her. In the end its always alright, the lady got transferred to India and took a vow of silence to pray in a gods house.
The more I trust in what Buddha says the more he becomes like an oracle/prophet/future teller and I become unstoppable with him at my side.