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Rosa Kuromaku

"I am nobody's puppet!"

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a character in “Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!: The 11th vongola”, as played by Lloyd999

Description

Vongola Guardian of the Cloud

Rosa Kuromaku




Theme
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Image Song
Locked Girl - the Girl's Secret Room | ZUN




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GENERAL INFORMATION


♣Affiliation : Vongola
♣Gender: Female
♣Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Kuromaku is a false name to protect her identity. She prefers to be referred to as Rosa, but only by her friends. If you call her Rose (her real name) she'll kill you. She has many aliases, such as Mastermind, String-puller or the 'Doll-faced Assassin'.
♣Age: 16
♣Love Interest: None at the moment.
♣Face Claim
: Alice Margatroid (Touhou Project)



APPEARANCE


♣Height: 5'6"
♣Weight: 93lbs
♣Build: Slender
♣Hair Color: Blonde
♣Eye Color: Blue
♣Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: She prides herself on having perfect, untainted skin. If she were injured, she'd be willing to kill the person whom scarred her. She does have a single scar at the base of her neck, however, which she wishes to hide.
♣Description: Rosa prides herself on having a perfect appearance, appearing so perfect, she'd have to be artificial. She so painstakingly spends so much time upholding this image and caring for her own body so she can stay absolutely perfect. The ideal for her is unnatural perfection, a beauty unattainable by a being of flesh. The scowl on her face, however, sort of ruins that.

♣Preferred Clothing
: Rosa takes painstaking effort into having perfect clothing, clothing that is unstained. She tends to wear a lot of red frilled ribbons, but will wear blue and white to contrast it. She might wear something different every day, but whatever she wears tends to be rather frilly, and likely difficult to put on. She often wears a corset under her clothing as well, to keep a perfect figure. She tends to wear skirts, but if she knows she's going to be involved in combat, she'll avoid them in favor of hot pants or something to that effect. She often wears kneesocks and large brown boots. In hot weather, she has a short sleeved blouse, but in cooler weather, she wears long sleeves. Much of her clothing has a heavy focus on frills and she tends to dress in a mix between Victorian and Gothic-Lolita fashions.



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MENTALITY


♣Oddities: Rosa is known to be a perfectionist, accepting no standard lower than beyond astounding. She refuses to be beat by anybody in anything and though it may seem easy for her, she works extremely hard to uphold that standard and to continue to achieve beyond her own standard. If she accomplishes something, she may brag about it but she'll already be hard at work to continue accomplishing. She refuses to be inferior to anybody.
♣Skills: Rosa has a reputation of having many skills. She's known to be very clever, which most people tend to hate about her because it tends to make her condescending and manipulative. Even in intense situations, however, Rosa can think quickly and logically to make sure things happen perfectly in her favor. She's earned her reputation as a 'String-Puller' this way. Well, also because she is very skilled at sewing.
♣Hobbies: It may be a closely guarded secret of hers, but she enjoys playing with dolls. She likes sewing them together and roleplaying with them, or just fondling them in her hands. Of course, she likes collecting dolls as well, which isn't too difficult to believe. When she plays with dolls, however, she can tend to be very childish or cliche, an image she would wish never to show. After all, isn't she allowed to have fun?

[Likes] [Dislikes]
o Dolls People x
o Manipulating people Being manipulated x
o Perfection Inferiority x
o Compliments Unintelligent people x
o Winning Being restrained x

♣Phobia(s): She has no phobias in particular, except for the fear of being inferior. Being inferior is something she could never take.
♣Sexuality: Heterosexual
♣Personality: Rosa is one person whom it is very difficult to get along with. She is known to be rather hateful toward other people for seemingly no reason. She just seems to love to find a fault in a person and hate them for that fault. She is never happy until everybody else is less happy than her. The only way to possibly get on her good side is to do something she wants you to.

Rosa isn't a very likable person anyway. She loves to go on and on about her own superiority, how she's of royal blood and how she's more intelligent, prettier and more skilled than all others. In this way, she's not very likable, seeing as she's not only better than others, but has the right to brag about it. Yet, while she's very social about herself, she dislikes being bothered by others. Indeed, she is very apathetic.

Her perfectionist attitude applies in combat as well, only accepting a perfect victory and never allowing herself to be hurt, which is part of her perfect image. She prides herself on being an assassin of highest quality, Varia quality (although she never calls it that, thinking she's beyond that). In fact, she has so much pride in her abilities that she sort of has a small lust to kill, although yet she still feels unfulfilled. One of the reasons why she is often in such a bad mood and why she's such a perfectionist is that she feels unfulfilled somehow, although she can't quite pinpoint it.

If she were to have her perfection be destroyed, if she were to be injured and witness her own royal blood dripping out of her own body, then her normally cool and collected attitude may just shatter. She'll break into a fury, not able to stop until the person whom injured her is dead. It is unknown why this happens, but it could either simply be her perfectionism, a trait she somehow received from her father or perhaps it has to do with a bad memory.




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BACKGROUND


♣Relationship Status: Single
♣Family
Father || Belphagor || Former Varia Storm Guardian, possibly deceased
Mother || Valerie || Vongola hitwomen

♣Personal History: Rosa was the daughter of a revered hitman known as Belphagor, who was once a prince and a member of Varia, whom could have become the Tenth Generation Storm Guardian. That never happened of course. Rosa's mother was once a young hitwomen whom was part of the Vongola family, with the intention of possibly becoming a Varia someday. She, unfortunately, fell in love with Belphagor and though they managed to get into a relationship, he never really cared for her at all. When Rosa was conceived, Belphagor never met her again. He did not want a child, as they would be 'too annoying to deal with' and Rosa and her mother were simply cast aside.

Rosa was raised by her mother alone, whom often was very busy working under the employment of the Vongola, so Rosa spent a lot of them locked up in her room as a child. She may have developed a love for both dolls and for reading, but she had found out whom her father was, a great hitman, one of Varia's elite and known for his ruthlessness and wit, as well as how he joined Varia at the age of 8. Rosa had aspired to become just like him and tried to train herself in becoming a hitman. Sure, she taught herself how to activate box weapons using her mother's spare ring, and she found out how to control her porcelain dolls using strings and flames, but she was still only a child. Her mother highly disapproved of the notion, so she only ever practiced whenever she was home and her mother wasn't. She even left the house on many occasions to do so.

When she was 8, however, she had ended up being attacked during one of her outdoor training sessions by a criminal whom was merely going to rob her for her rings and box weapons. Rosa defended herself, thinking he would either kidnap or kill her, and somehow managed to kill him. She ran home as quickly as possible before she was caught. Now, she believed she was an assassin, and her career began.

Rosa began paving her own road of red, assassinating hitmen whom she felt were unworthy to live, enemies of the Vongola, people with bounties on their heads and so on. Sure, she was young, but she was clever. It was her cleverness that gained her infamy, even if nobody really knew who she was. The rumor just spoke of the 'Doll-faced Assassin' that was roaming around.

Apparently, however, her mother somehow found out about this, being told of her activities by one of her superiors. Somebody high up in the Vongola family must have found out the Doll-faced Assassin's true identity, and wanted her to stop. So, Rosa's mother confronted her and told her to stop, giving a lengthy explanation as to why what she was doing was wrong for her. Rosa was pretty upset, especially considering she felt that she was good at what she did, not to mention both her parents were hitmen, yet neither were proud of her accomplishments. She reluctantly promised she would stop killing, but it was merely an empty promise as only a few weeks later, she begin plotting her next target, one that would allow her to gain her mother's approval; her father.

At the age of 12, Rosa found and confronted her biological father, whom didn't even recognize her. The Doll-faced Killer was already becoming a well-known alias in the criminal world, comparable even to Belphagor and Rosa felt that just maybe he would finally accept her as a ruthless and clever killer like he was. He did not. 'Stop trying' were his words. Rosa was already planning to possibly kill him for her mother's sake, to gain her mother's approval, but at that moment, her decisions were for herself. She attacked. Later than evening, she would be brought home by the Vongola Cloud Guardian, unconscious and covered in blood, cuts and bandages.

Very soon afterward, Rosa and her mother moved to Namimori in Japan. Rosa's mother had her position moved to part of the Vongola's Japanese sector and Rosa was transferred to a school in Namimori. She had met Reika, as well as the other guardians, but didn't quite get along with them. She was never told until after she went to Japan that she would be chosen as a Vongola Guardian. Perhaps it was the real reason why she was in Japan. Rosa didn't like the idea of being anybody's subordinate, but she let her mother convince her that it was a very honorable role, not to mention she would receive all kinds of benefits from doing so.

They can give her a ring and a title, but in the end, she lets nobody boss her around. Never again.




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♠Techniques
Artificial Sacrifice - Rosa can use her Storm flames to make any of her Dolls spontaneously self-destruct by will, with the intention of hurting the enemy with an explosion.
Living Doll Marionette - If Rosa can managed to cover a person in needles or wires, she can control their own bodies like they were her own puppets using Bambola di Maledizione. She can only control up to one at once and it weakens the enemy by draining their vitality with Cloud flames every time they move against the force of the wires. By force, she can make a person fight their own allies and, if she does it right, she can even force them to use deathperation flames (although, they may be relatively weak). A very difficult technique to pull off, but comes with satisfying and horrifying results.
Killing Doll Waltz - Inspired by one of Belphagor's most advanced techniques. Using wires previously set up around the battlefield, she uses a conjunction of needles and wires to surround the opponent with countless needles. She then attacks from every direction. Though the needles aren't as deadly as knives, they certainly are painful, especially when they hit the wrong places. Also, the wires are the ones that do the most cutting and typically deliver the fatal blows. This is typically her finishing technique.
Perfection Break - Upon being injured and seeing her own blood, Rosa tends to loose it, going absolutely insane. She stops using Cloud flames in favor of Storm flames and her attacks are quick and aggressive, yet equally as deadly. In this state, Rosa will never stop fighting until she gains an absolute victory, and restraining her is very difficult.

♠ Weapon
Dolls: Alice has a large collection of Box Weapons which contain various types of Dolls, all of which are designed by her individually. She keeps whatever Box Weapons she's carrying at the time on a belt, which she can equip at any time using a storage box. All her dolls are each controlled by flame power through wires.
Needles: Rosa often uses small sewing needles as projectile weapons, which although are definitely painful, aren't really deadly unless used intelligently. Their main purpose are to be used in conjunction with wires in many different ways, similarly to Belphegor's Knives. Using Cloud flames, however, she can increase their size to become deadly spikes that are as long as her forearm.
Wires: These are the things Rosa probably relies on the most. They are very thin and very sharp, but are also difficult to cut without the use of flames. They attach to small modified rings that are attached to each of Rosa's fingers and Rosa can send Cloud flames or Storm flames through them at will. Like this, she can control a maximum of ten dolls at a time, but they are used for many other techniques as well. It is these wires that give Rosa her reputation as the 'String-puller'.
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♠ Sub-Box Weapon:
♠ Extra Box Weapons
Nuvola di Lanciere - Small dolls wielding lances and shields. Rosa can manipulate an entire phalanx of these things.
Nuvola di Cavaliere - Dolls wielding swords and shields. Rosa can manipulate each of them individually and fight even against sword wielding opponents of much greater size.
Nuvola di Arciere - Dolls wielding bows that fire needles. Not all that threatening, but they usually attack in volleys.
Nuvola di Goliath - A giant doll that is many times larger than Rosa herself. It wields two swords that are the size of telephone poles. To save on flame power, she uses the Cloud flame's property to help her control and sustain such a large doll. It's only real advantage is in its size.
Nuvola di Matryoshka - A large round doll used to trap opponents in, but it can be used as a barrier as well. Anybody inside of it will have their flame power absorbed by the inside of the doll. Despite its big appearance, it can be very cramped within. That is because it is actually a doll within a doll within a doll within a doll within a doll, and the amount of time that repeats depends on the size of the largest doll.
Storm Knife - A box weapon that is for more utility than a primary weapon. Its simply a large hunting knife that can be lit with Storm flames. She mostly uses it to cut wires, as well as other sorts of obstacles. If an enemy were to get way too close to her, it works perfectly for self-defense. It's also pretty useful for finishing off a target before things get messy as a stab with this thing is very near fatal, what with the Storm flames eating away at your flesh and all. Of course, she just likes waving it around at any given moment just for the sake of scaring people, because nobody wants to mess with the angry lady with a giant knife in her hands.
Tempesta di Karakuri - An automated puppet/doll that is not directly under Rosa's control. Their actions are much more limited compared to other dolls, such as being unable to leave the ground or make complicated movements, but they can still be quite effective when used correctly. For the most part, they tend to be used as walking bombs.
Bambola di Maledizione - A storm box weapon with the appearance of a straw doll. Once Rosa has completely entangled an enemy in wires, she can use this box weapon to activate Living Doll Marionette. Also, if this doll is damaged by flames other than Rosa's, it will severely damage the owner of those flames.
Perfetta Bambola Reborn - A cloud box weapon. Translates to Perfect Reborn Doll. Rosa almost never fights her opponents directly. To make sure she never gets harmed herself, she'll often control this doll, a doll that appears to be a perfect replica of herself. Because it is a box weapon, she can make its appearance seem identical to that of her own, as well as its flame power, allowing her to open box weapons as an extension of her own flames. She claims that when she controls this doll, her own soul is transferred into it (although this isn't entirely confirmed) which is the reason behind its completely lifelike movements, although they are really the result of very intense practice on Rosa's part. Normally, only a Hyper Intuition could see past this decoy. The only way to identify it from the real Rosa is from the lack of a small scar on base of its neck, the scar Rosa never shows anybody. Of course, because it is a doll, it can do all the things any of Rosa's other dolls do, including blowing up.
Nuvola di Carro - A large doll that Rosa is currently developing yet. It is currently top secret, as well as unfinished.




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So begins...

Rosa Kuromaku's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Shaji Ai Character Portrait: Rosa Kuromaku Character Portrait: Troy Takumi

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There was a room, a room of many colors. A room with many faces. A room with many shelves. A room of absolute balance, of absolute perfection. A room closed off by the impure world outside by a locked white door and curtains of velvet red and baby blue. Within this room was a vast kingdom of perfect beings, all similar yet all distinct. A race beyond all races. Beings of no animation and of no decay, of no hate and no sorrow. They all were happy where they were, artificial children of an inanimate world where only perfection could exist.

Of course, a perfect kingdom couldn't have existed without its perfect ruler, a being of Red, White and Blue. She was the one animated thing in an inanimate world, but she was not human. She was better than human. She was a princess after all. A being without faults, without impurities, without flaws. It was thanks to her that this perfect cage in an imperfect world was possible.

"Tell me, London," she asked one of her subjects while gazing upon her own form in the mirror on the armoire, "Do I not look absolutely stunning?" She twirled about, giving herself various poses, from having her back turned to the mirror with her arms in the air to a more actiony pose with a stern expression on her face, and then to a military salute. The princess couldn't contain her grin any longer though and broke into a hysterical expression of joy. "I, look, soooo, amazing." Rosa could not get over the way the blue reflective material contrasted her usual appearance, accented white frabrics and laces and the various red ribbons and trimming that contrasted it all. "Don't you think, London?"

London gave no audible reply, but her innocent gaze out of her disproportionally-sized violet eyes was good enough for Rosa. London was sitting on the side of the bed, head fixed in Rosa's direction. It looked like it wanted to swing its legs as they hung off the side, but she was merely fixed in place. London was a doll after all, a ball-jointed doll that was modified by Rosa. London was always Rosa's favorite doll of all. Like Rosa, her features were perfect, from the short blonde hair like Rosa's to the violet dress trimmed with white and the white mob cap on top. A figurine of true innocence.

"But, of course, such is to be expected of myself," Rosa declared with pride, "After all, only a true lady at heart could pull off such a breathtaking sight, yet only a princess could truly do such consistently." Rosa twirled around in circles like a ballerina, letting the skirt of the dress fly about. She spun and spun until she was dizzy and snatched London off of the bed and made her way over to her dresser, fighting dizziness with London in a firm and respectful grasp. Rosa grabbed a small brush and began to brush her hair ever so delicately with London sitting and facing the mirror along with her. "Of course, you know the importance of these colors; red, white and blue, don't you? Yes you do, yes you do."

Rosa then paused and turned her head toward an unheard remark. She looked over at one of the many shelves set up in her room that contained all sorts of dolls. The doll that didn't speak up was a Victorian china doll, dressed in a thick pink frilled dress and bonnet, a small parasol with strings hanging from it in her hand and a matching pink handbag in the other. "Oh, but it seems Bercy is unaware. Aww, poor Bercy, perhaps I should elaborate just for you." Rosa stood up to pick up the posh doll, holding it out in front of her to admire its features as she returned to the dresser. She placed the doll snugly next to London and continued brushing her hair. "

"Why, blue, of course, represents intelligence, but more importantly, represents wisdom, the ability to make good decisions. Now, see, intelligence is very important and I wish some people would have a bit more of it, but in the end, its wisdom that is truly all that matters. Intelligence is knowing how to use the world as your canvas when using spray paint. Wisdom, on the other hand, is knowing that doing so is not a good idea. Honestly, some people could use a little more wisdom.

"White represents perfection, plain and simple. When you see something white, you think of cleanliness and purity, especially when you consider how easy it is to taint something so pure. White represents not only perfection, but gives the image of not only a pure person, but a person whom works hard to achieve that ideal. Gazing upon white makes all the complicated things seem simple. It is a color that encompasses all the other characters, optically speaking, and balances them all in a perfect harmony. That is the beauty of perfect white, the ideal, the standard. Anybody whom stains this color is not worthy of any respect.

"And most importantly, red represents nobility. After all, the reddest blood signifies the most noble person of all the land. Not only that, but red represents all sorts of positive things; energy, courage, strength, power, determination, passion, love and so on. Of course, who could possibly deny my nobility? I am the reddest person there is. My blood is red and so is my Storm flame. How could you deny I'm wearing red right now? I come from a lineage of red. My path, my destiny is carved in a sea of red. Understand?"

Rosa received audible no response, only innocent stares from glass eyes. Rosa just realized that her tone was getting progressively, well, normal. She returned to her cheery tune of voice rather quickly, however. "Perhaps, Bercy, I should give you a good combing as well." With a delicate touch, Rosa removed the doll's bonnet and began to brush her hair with a much smaller brush that was sitting on the table, a children's toy from a fashion doll set. "Maybe I should try dressing you in something else, you would look really cute as a bride, that'd be soo romantic. I could find a groom and do a whole marriage and everything! I could even create a doll portrait..."

"Rosa!" a voice called from the first floor, "Are you ready yet?!"

"Yes, Mother..." Rosa replied, her original tone completely disappearing.

"You don't have any friends over, do you!?"

"No, Mother..."




As opposed to her rather cheery disposition about an hour before, Rosa wasn't exactly in high spirits. This was an event hosted by the Vongola Corporation, as opposed to the Vongola Famiglia. The terms were technically both true when referring to the company, but really, from this perspective it has deviated far from its original routes as being a group of crime lords and hitmen. Of course, the Vongola Decimo was to thank for that. 'What an herbivore' Rosa thought.

Of course, the reason Rosa was supposed to be here was perhaps strictly ceremonial, or maybe it was somebody's idea of a new public image, who knew. Of course, the new 'boss' was supposed to make an appearance here, but go figure, she was running late. So much for a perfect image of a boss. From what Rosa remembered from what the External Advisor had said (and her mother had so painstakingly been constantly reminding her) the Eleventh was supposed to make a speech regarding her plans for the future of the 'company'. Knowing that she was of direct ancestry to the Tenth, its likely she was a pathetic herbivore as well, and seeing as she was young, it wasn't difficult to see the company turning its nose away from the mafia altogether. Of course, that'd mean Rosa's mother was out of a job.

And Rosa? She was the Eleventh's Guardian. Not that anybody would ever catch her admitting it. People would walk up to her, apparently because she was the most recognizable out of the guardians, or perhaps just because of how stunning her appearance was, and recognize her as 'the new Cloud Guardian' or the 'Eleventh's Guardian' or God forbid 'one of young Sawada's henchmen'. That's right, she was downgraded to a 'henchwomen'. When she was 10, people were calling her by titles of great infamy, like the 'String-puller' or the notorious 'Doll-Faced Assassin'. Now, she had the honorable title of 'Reida's henchwomen'. Rosa would merely smile at those rather uninformed guests and correct them; "Please, call me the Mastermind."

Still, even if she wasn't going to like being a Guardian didn't mean she was going to prove that she was the best of the Guardians. After all, quite a few of the Guardians, and even the boss herself were late. Rosa, on the other hand, was the first to arrive. Actually, technically, that girl named Ai was first, but she didn't count. Things were never a question of if and when for that girl, they were just facts. Like, it was a fact that she would be here, so here she is. Nobody would possibly pay attention to her anyway, so Rosa being first was the only thing that mattered.

So, Rosa had been there ever since the guests were allowed in. At first, she welcomed all the attention she was receiving, even if they got her name wrong at first. After all, the royals are the ones that deserve all the attention. However, after a while, talking with men and women of various backgrounds got boring for her. Only the people whom had connections to the mafia had any real interest in her, although none of them really recognized her as the young assassin from Italy that disappeared a few years ago. Anybody else that talked to her were usually men, although they never had anything interesting to say. Eventually, though, the attention died down, relatively, with the occasional greeting happening every now and then. Rosa merely stuck to the borders of the room and examined the crowds. She could identify a few of the Guardians, but not all of them. Including most of the late appearances, it seemed they were at least dressed for the occasion. Although, there was one crows nest that had just entered that was bothering Rosa. Rosa squinted to get a closer look.

"The presentation begins in seven minutes." A machine's voice spoke. Rosa's body jumped.

"Jesus!" she cried, "W-"

"I was told to remind the Guardians of their roles in this ceremony as it is almost time to begin the presentation," Ai explained, "Are you aw-"

"Yes, yes, you don't need to remind me a million times," Rosa interjected rudely, "Stand there, look pretty, do as the young Vongola prompts, exit stage left, blah blah blah. You know, its really rude to sneak up on a person and start talking without first saying 'excuse me', you got that?"

"I understand," Ai said dully, before walking off somewhere. Rosa rubbed her hand across her face before searching the crowd again. Crow's Nest wasn't all that difficult to find, seeing as he stuck out like a swore thumb. It looked like a comb had never gotten near it alive in months. Not to mention his clothing was completely wrong for the occasion. And, what was that? A backpack? Did he think he was on a vacation or something?!

Just ignore it Rosa, she thought to herself, don't get involved and ruin your image. Nonetheless, it seemed as if he was getting closer and closer to her! Or rather, she was getting closer and closer to him. In fact, her vision was bobbing and her speed had increased somewhat dramatically. Before she'd even realized it, Rosa was storming toward him, the Storm Guardian. If I'm going to be standing as part of a group, I'm at least going to have some dignity.

"You! Yellow!" she called. Her face was contorted into a scowl, but then again, it almost always was when she was near the other Guardians. "What the hell do you think you're doing?! You can't wear... this when you get on that stage! You're going to make me look awful! Besides, what the hell do you think Vongola's going to think when she has to stand with her Storm Guardian. I'll bet she'll feel real awful, oh, but it's not my fault. Some Storm Guardian you are!"

"Excuse me," a voice interrupted.

"What!?" Rosa turned to see Ai's dull gaze staring back at her again.

"I was told to remind the Guardians of their r-"

"You did already!"

"I was referring to the Storm Guardian," Ai gazed upon him with no sense of judgement in her eyes, "Are you aware of your role in this presentation?"

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Shaji Ai Character Portrait: Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo Character Portrait: Reida Sawada Character Portrait: Trevor Sawada Character Portrait: Rosa Kuromaku Character Portrait: Cornelius V. Roquet Character Portrait: Troy Takumi

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Clearly, the woman was dead. The typical rise-and-fall of a chest still struggling for breath, the palpitations of a distressed heart fighting to function. The flicker in the eyes. The grunts and moans and screams. It'd all ceased some while ago, and yet he found that he could not stop. He could not stay his hand.

Again, he stabbed her. This time, the serrated edge of his switchblade entered the right side of the woman's chest, under the ribcage. As quickly as he'd pushed it in, he removed the blade, only to stab her once again, this time in the gut. The blade met little resistance, like he was cutting through hot butter. Blood spurted from this fresh wound, some of it landing on the cuff of his suit, though he'd be lying if he said he cared.

He repeated this process several times, stabbing the corpse in different areas and observing the results. Though the woman had long since stopped screaming, her corpse did seem to stir every now and then. That brought a smile to the kid's face. Ah, yes. He was perfectly content. The woman's blood had begun to pool beneath his feet, though he was careful not to let it stain the fronts his loafers. His mother would have his head if he ruined another pair of expensive dress shoes.

A small cry caused the kid to perk up, breaking him out of his amused stupor. Instantly, he was alert, scanning the room with his eyes. They'd taken out the lights and the blinds were drawn, so the hotel room was nearly pitch black, with some streamers of sunlight filtering in to dance lazily along the walls. The random mix of sunlight reflecting off the bloodied walls reminded the kid of a kaleidoscope, busily turning over and over in on itself, revealing the sordid secrets the darkness kept hidden.

The remains of a decapitated man lay on the bed in the center of the room. His remained were dressed expertly in a gray suit and tie, both besmirched with clotted blood. Elsewhere lay another man, this one still in one piece, though he remained face down in a particularly large puddle of crimson. There was a petite gash in the back of his neck, at the base of his skull, where some small blade weapon had pierced him. He wasn't moving.

They were both covered in eerie black flames, though they didn't much act like flames. They didn't spread. They didn't immediately consume the corpses. They just sat there, burning, the wisps waltzing to some unknown beat.

A grin slowly wormed its way onto the boy's face as he admired his handiwork, breathing in the scene. Three targets. Three corpses.

Then the kid's eyes landed on something interesting. Something they'd missed.

Behind the dresser and fully cloaked in the cover of darkness cowered a wide-eyed little girl. At first it was hard to spot her, though now that he knew she was there, his eyes had already begun to adjust, making her into more than just a silhouette.

The boy stood, turning his body to face this new person. Interesting! The child looked eight or nine years old. Not much younger than him. She was dressed in a fancy piece of fabric, no doubt a dress crafted specifically for the Vongola ceremony. Unfortunately, it'd been marred by the blood of these inconsiderate corpses. In fact, her being here led the kid to believe that she was related to them. Probably a daughter of one of the deceased. Yeah. That made sense.

It took him but a few steps to make it over to where the girl was hiding. She didn't much react to his presence. Probably still in shock over witnessing the death of her loved ones. The kid made sure to drag his feet across the room's expensive carpet as he moved, just to make sure he wouldn't track blood outside when he left. Plus, he still wanted to keep his shoes clean. Can't fault him for that.

After a few moments of staring down at her menacingly, the boy squatted, the innocent grin returning to his face.

"Hi! I'm Alastor." The kid beamed, his countenance genuine. "What's your name?" Instead of responding, the girl simply stared at the knife in Alastor's hand, its edge glistening with the blood of his victims. Her parents. Alastor continued. "Hey, don't worry," he whispered, placing a hand on her shoulder. The physical contact caused her to look up at him, her eyes slowly gaining focus. "If my mother wanted them dead, she probably had a really good reason. She's not a monster, you know." His stepford smile didn't crack one bit. "They were probably alien sympathizers, like that Vongola X guy... or at least they will be... or would have been... or are..." Alastor leaned backwards, the majority of his weight on his heels, his face scrunching with concentration. He used the base of his switchblade to scratch the back of his head. "... or... uhh... were? Whatever, time is stupid."

Just then, Alastor's eyes grew large with realization, his grin morphing into a smirk. "Buuut, that means, in the future," he began, raising his knife above his head, its tip pointed towards the ceiling. His words lost all of their warmth. His eyes gave up their youthful light. The innocence bled from his countenance as if from an angry wound. "You'll become a problem too, won't you?"

Without an ounce of hesitation, Alastor flipped the blade in his grasp, its edge facing downward, and brought the weapon down upon the girl's unprotected head—or, at least, he would have. He froze mid-swing, the blade coming to a stop mere inches from the girl's forehead.

"Stop." The order had come from another. One who was also in the room. The one who'd orchestrated the attack. His voice was deep, tempered by experience and honed by power. It had a certain gravitas to it, like a king unleashing an edict, and Alastor was helpless but to obey.

Looking over his shoulder, the boy eyed the man who'd commanded him. He, too, was dressed in an immaculate black suit and matching tie. He sported an eye-patch over his left eye, his right glowing a soft red in the darkness. He looked like a shadowy demon. Then again, Alastor was pretty sure his eyes matched the man's in both hue and intensity. That'd make him a demon, too, wouldn't it? He almost chuckled at idea. "Come on, she's—"

"She is not one of the marked ones," the man stated, his tone indicating that the discussion was over. With both hands he straightened his tie. It was a sharp maneuver. Curt. There were no wasted movements. Without further ado, he pivoted on his heel and began walking towards the room's exit. He didn't need to ensure that the boy would follow because his commands were unequivocal. Undeniable. Absolute.

The black flames that were busy eating away at two of the corpses seemed to jive excitedly as the man strided past them. After a moment, they lept from the corpses and clung to him like loving pets, though he didn't seem to bothered by this. In fact, it appeared as if he were absorbing the flames into his body. An instant later, they ceased to be.

"Tch." Alastor said more, but he chose to mumble the words under his breath. Begrudgingly, he flipped the switchblade closed, tucking it into his sleeve. The smile was gone from his face, replaced by a child's grimace. He was definitely pouting. He gave the girl one last look before turning to follow the man out the door, hands stuffed into his pockets, careful not to step in any more blood.




The main lobby of the Vongola's gymnasium emptied straight to a spacious balcony area, where many suit-and-tie types were greeting each other before moving down the stairs and merging with the main crowd below. Most of the guests entered the lobby via the elevators, which were used to whisk people to and from street-level. There were two long rows of elevators, each opening, releasing a few people, and closing in rhythmic intervals, returning to the surface every now and then to ferry even more suits-and-ties to the starstudded Vongola event.

Out one of these elevators stepped two burly men. From their Secret Service -esque uniforms, it was obvious who they were: CEDEF agents, under the command of Lorenzo DiCaccio. The two men were conversing in an animated fashion, though their voices were constrained to a whisper.

"Yeah, the call just came in about an hour ago, but they're trying to keep it all under wraps," said the man on the left. Immediately upon stepping out of the elevator, he turned and began walking towards the balcony. "We don't want a panic right before the ceremony."

"Chief, you can't be serious," his partner replied, keeping pace. "Was this DiCaccio's call?"

"Orders should come down for your squad and the other agents momentarily," he replied, sidestepping the question. He was head of CEDEF's security forces within the auditorium. The commissioned officers that served under him referred to him as "chief," even though he'd indicated on multiple occasions his disdain for the nickname. "I'm pretty sure the brass is still deliberating. And get this: there were only three casualties."

The other agent narrowed his eyes, the wheels spinning in the back of his head. "The Bovino family is weak, but not that weak. Surely that had security at the hotel?"

"They did. Not a single bodyguard was killed, only brutalized into unconsciousness. The Bovino heir was also spared."

"There was a kid in that mess?"

"Their daughter, yeah. Apparently she saw all of it, but she isn't speaking yet. And whoever did it... it was a fucking bloodbath, Davis. A bloodbath. Whoever did it was trying to send us a message."

"And right before the ceremony, too." The CEDEF officer, Davis, frowned, pushing his spectacles back towards his face with his forefinger. "Do we have any leads? Has any other attendee been attacked?"

"We have no reports of any other attacks." The chief let loose a heavy sigh, wiping the sweat from his brow as he walked. He was not a young man anymore, and all this walking was starting to get to him. "I'm thinking Trad 6 or the Simon might be involved, but that's just a hunch and we can't go pointing fingers yet. Especially since they're also attendees." The chief paused for a moment before answering the agent's first question. "There was evidence of unencountered flame types being used. Other than that, we have nothing. Yet."

The two agents eventually passed through the tunnel connecting the lobby to the balcony outlet and into the gymnasium. There was a noticeable excitement in the air as people packed the gymnasium below, waiting for the Vongola's big reveal.

"Hey, chief... isn't Barbra here?"

The chief nearly tripped at the words. Right. Yes, his wife, the pulitzer-prize-winning journalist, was here in what she called "an official capacity". She wasn't going to miss the Vongola's first public event in decades, and he had to run security as CEDEF brass. That inevitably meant...

"Yeah, she is," he muttered. "And she probably brought Joey, too." Joey. That was his young son.

Davis chuckled softly. "The wife gets what the wife wants, huh?"

"Yeah yeah," the chief said jovially, waving away Davis's banter with his free hand. "We have an event to secure, remember?"

"Yes, sir."

Several meters ahead of the agents, leaning against the banister that lined the perimeter of the balcony, stood two figures. The first was a man of average height, sporting an olive-colored oversized winter coat, its furred hood resting along his shoulders like the beginnings of a cape. He had his back turned to the CEDEF agents and seemed to be surveying the crowd below. The second was a boy, short, with his back to the banister, a bored expression on his face.

Davis and the boy both caught each other's gazes at the same time. The boy went wide-eyed for a moment before levelling Davis with the most fiendish leer the agent had ever seen on a human being... and he dealt with criminals and vagrants on the regular. The intent behind the expression was obvious: I'll kill you. With his elbow, Davis nudged his chief who caught sight of the boy's demonic visage almost immediately.

The two CEDEF agents made a beeline towards this new and suspicious target.

Noticing his mistake, the boy completely changed his countenance, adopting a child's smile and breaking eye contact, but it was far too late for that and he knew it. Begrudgingly, he reached over and gently poked the man standing next to him.

Of course the man ignored him, choosing instead to keep his eyes on the crowd below.

As the CEDEF agents drew nearer, the clack! clack! of their synchronized steps echoing across the ceramic, Davis muttered a question to his superior. "Do you recognize them?"

"No," the chief responded, drawing back his long coat and revealing the handle of a gun. He rested his hand there in full view for all to see. Of course, he'd need permission before he could engage, but it could still be used to intimidate. "I was on the cameras all day. I didn't see anyone even remotely matching their descriptions go through any of the official entrances."

Back at the edge of the balcony, the boy poked at the man beside him once more. "Hey," he whispered, his voice urgent. Still, he was ignored. The boy gripped the fabric of the man's coat and gave a hard tug. "Alastor."

Apparently, this was annoying enough that the man, Alastor, was forced to acknowledge the child. "What?" He hissed.

"Uh, we kinda have a problem." He gestured with his chin towards the fast-approaching CEDEF agents. Alastor turned just as the agents came to a stop, leaving about a half-meter of space between them.

To Davis, the two looked like twins. They both had similar hair—stringy and black—though the styles were radically different. They also had the same eyes. The same red-amber irises. Similar facial structures. Surely they were from a specific famiglia, though the agent had never seen them before.

Suspicious.

"Identify yourselves," the chief demanded, hand still resting on the gun at his hip.

Immediately, Alastor's expression transformed from a semi-surprised frown into an amiable and well-to-do smile. It looked genuine. "Good day, agents," Alastor began, his voice and tone warm and pleasant to the ear. He was positively charming. "Are you doing well?"

"I said: identify yourselves." He repeated, his tone firm and harsh.

"Certainly," Alastor said, his voice inflecting a bit. He shrunk back a bit, his eyes taking on a slightly-confused look, his voice shaking a bit. "I'm Alastor. Alastor Rizzo. And this here is my—" he paused for a millisecond longer than normal, though the agents didn't notice "—brother. My little brother. We call him Al. He's kinda shy though, just turned 11 yesterday." Alastor looked down at the boy. "Say hi, Al."

The boy Al's expression had morphed to one of reticence. He'd shifted towards taciturnity, his shoulders hunched, his eyes cast downward, his posture becoming soft and demure. To any onlooker, he looked like an innocent and unassuming child.

"H-hi," he muttered meekly, grabbing onto Alastor hand with one of his own, keeping his eyes cast downward.

The air between the two CEDEF agents and the two brothers changed, with the agents becoming a bit less sure of themselves.

Davis reached for his 2-way radio. "Control, I need you to check a name for me," he said, depressing the radio's call button as he spoke. "An Alastor. Rizzo." He over-enunciated, speaking slowly so as to not be misheard. "He has a brother here, too. An Al."

He got a response almost immediately. Will do.

While Davis radioed in, the chief kept pressing. "Do you have identification?" With a smile, Alastor reached into his pocket and withdrew a wallet, handing it to the agent. In it was a license that had his name and picture on it. "And why are you here, Mr. Rizzo?"

The warmth of Alastor's smile even reached his eyes. "Just to observe. We wouldn't miss this for the world! Isn't that right, Al?"

"Observe?" Davis replied, his tone skeptical.

Al, still clinging desperately to Alastor's hand, nodded quickly. "Mommy wanted to be here, but she said we should come instead." Alastor followed up by chuckling, a fluffy sound full of joy.

"Don't be scared, Al. The nice men just wanna know more about us."

"L-like... friends?" He pronounced it "fwiends".

"Yeah!" Alastor mussed Al's hair with his hand, eliciting a smile from the boy. "Just like friends." He turned back to the agents. "Isn't that right, gentlemen?"

At that point, Davis's radio sputtered to life. CEDEF-12, this is Control. Without taking his eyes off the pair, Davis reached for his radio, depressing the call switch. "Go ahead Control." It was a second before he got a response, the silence deafening.

That name you gave us, Alastor Rizzo.

The agents looked at Alastor, who simply smiled with his entire face, his eyes becoming narrow. He waved slightly with his free hand, as if to say that's me.

CEDEF-12. Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo. It checks out. He's on the admittance list.

The two agents first looked at each other, then at the radio, and then at Alastor and his brother.

"Er, yeah." The chief handed Alastor his wallet back. "Sorry about that, guys."

"No problem at all!" Alastor motioned with his hands. "Perish the thought, you're just doing your jobs. There're a lot of bad people out there."

"Yeah, definitely. Thank you very much for understanding." The chief said, bowing slightly in apology. "Please, enjoy the rest of the ceremony."

"We will, thanks."

With looks of embarrassment fresh upon their faces, the two agents turned and began walking away, headed for one of the staircases that lead to the gymnasium's ground floor, where a majority of the guests were currently located.

"That'll teach us to profile people, huh," the chief muttered, sighing. "Can't let crap get to us, Davis, or we'll get sloppy."

"Yeah. They just... something was off about them."

"Something's off about everyone." The chief replied, his tone becoming softer. He was staring off into the crowd below as he spoke, a smile spreading across his face as if he'd just seen something incredibly beautiful. "Gotta let the detective thing go, man. You're CEDEF now."

Davis couldn't help but crack a grin at that. "Yes, sir."

CEDEF-12, this is Control.

Davis reached for the radio. He slowed his pace as he did, lagging behind his superior, who'd already reached the top of the staircase. "Go ahead, Control."

CEDEF-12, be advised, there is no entry here for a brother to an Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo or an "Al" on the admittance list or anywhere in our records.

"What?" Davis didn't depress the call button that time, but still spoke as if expecting confirmation. Immediately, he narrowed his eyes in suspicion, turning back towards the pair of brothers. Alastor gave him a curt wave, the smile returning to his face. Though he'd tried to conceal it, Alastor had been watching the two agents like hawks the entire time. The kid, Al, hid behind Alastor's leg, hand still grasping his brother's.

The agent's eyes went wide. He'd just noticed something.

Davis began walking at a brisk pace, except he wasn't headed towards his chief and the stairs. He was headed back towards the duo. As he approached, Alastor maintained his sanguine demeanor, but the boy, Al, frowned deeply, his eyes narrowing, the innocence visibly draining from his countenance. He let go of Alastor, placing both of his hands behind his back instead.

When Davis came within arm's reach of the duo, he completely ignored Alastor's greetings, instead kneeling and snatching at Al's right wrist. He caught it.

A look of shock flashed across Alastor's face. "Sir!" He began, his tone indignant. "You're being very rude to my—!"

"Shut up." Davis interrupted, holding up Al's hand as if it were some sort of prize. The boy struggled to remove his hand from the man's grip, but it was to no avail. "You see this shit?" He nodded towards the kid's wrist, his tone caustic. There, on the otherwise pristine white cuff of his suit, were speckles of red.

Upon noticing it, Alastor's visage of the "perfect-happy-man" cracked ever so slightly.

"This?" He held up Al's cuffs. "I know this. This is blood."

"Ah, sir," Alastor began, his voice calm. "Surely—"

"Shut the fuck up," he snapped. "You two are coming with us."

Several meters behind the agent was the chief, who'd just noticed his fellow agent hadn't followed him. At a jog, he was rapidly closing the distance. Noting that his chief was inbound, Davis returned his full attention to the boy before him, his expression steely and confident.

Al responded with the icy stare of a hardened criminal, his red-amber irises nearly glowing with the effort. From the sleeve of the remaining hand he had hidden behind his back dropped a small elliptical black object. It landed silently in the boy's palm. Without looking back at or moving his arm, he flicked a switch on the object, causing a sharp silver blade to pop out without making a sound.

It was a switchblade.

Suddenly, Al sneezed. It was a big one that rocked his little body. He stepped forward, as if regaining his balance. The force of the sneeze combined with his pushing against the agent with his arm caused Davis to lose his glasses, which fell from his face and onto the ground. It was painfully obvious that the boy had done this on purpose.

Davis frowned at him for a few moments before reaching down to pick up his spectacles.

And that's when Al struck.

Brandishing the weapon for all to see, the boy reached up and slammed the blade—its metal coated in mysterious black flames—straight into the base of Davis's skull. There was no hesitation in his actions. There was no mercy in his eyes. Only glee.

However, before the attack could connect, Alastor snatched Al's hand out of the air, knife and all, pressing his thumb into the boy's wrist and twisting it around his back, forcing the hand upwards towards his shoulder blades. It was a particularly brutal hammerlock, and it had been executed expertly. Al yelped in surprise but didn't otherwise move, lest his shoulder become dislocated. Alastor wasn't finished, however. He squeezed hard on the boy's knife hand, causing the sharp metal handle of the switchblade to dig into his tender skin. Even when blood began to dribble from the boy's hand and onto the floor, Alastor refused to relent, and Al refused to cry out.

The kid had to be punished for this insolence.

Davis returned his glasses to his face. It was just then that the chief came upon the scene, and he'd seen everything. Without delay, he went for his weapon, unfastening the protective slip and nearly drawing it from its holster. It was the tone of Alastor's voice that gave him pause.

"You two are CEDEF, right?" By now, Alastor's face had changed. It was as if he'd been swapped with a completely different person. The agents could see it in his eyes. He'd become cold. Calculating. Dangerous. "And you," Alastor motioned to the chief with his chin. "You look like you're high up in the ranks." The chief narrowed his eyes, but Alastor continued. "I was watching you. Primitive people tend to stare at shiny objects, don't they?"

The chief took a step forward. "Enough. Come with us—"

"You don't get it, soldier-man. I was watching you. Just now." Alastor motioned with his chin. "Those kids over there. You were awfully interested in them." Alastor's eyebrows shot up, as if his question weren't rhetorical. "You have a kid here?" The color drained from the agent's face. Alastor continued, a smile touching his lips. "Ah. I thought so." Alastor turned his head, looking over his shoulder and down at the crowd. "You see that guy next to those kids?" He motioned with his chin to the gaggle of kids who'd surrounded a particular gold-haired young man. This man was dressed in a long-sleeved green shirt and loose khaki-colored cargo pants. "His name is Cornelius. He's a good friend of mine—one of several I have at this event. Loyal. Ready to flip on a dime."

Alastor nodded slightly as he spoke his next words, he eyes boring into the agent's, his voice growing softer in volume yet more intense. More dangerous. "You wanna know what he can do to those kids?" He didn't wait for a response, shaking his head from side to side as if answering for the agent. "You don't wanna know what he can do to those kids." Alastor took a step forward, once again nodding as he spoke. "Wanna know what he'll do to your kid?" Again, he didn't wait for a response, shaking his head on the agent's behalf. This time, however, he let the silence sit for a few moments before continuing, his eyes growing wide, taking on a frenetic quality. He looked like a man capable of anything. "You don't wanna know what he'll do to your kid."

The agent didn't respond. He just stood there, frozen. The other agent, Davis, looked up at his superior for direction. "Chief?" Still, he did not respond. Beads of sweat had taken to his forehead. The man was assessing his options. "Chief?" Davis repeated, his tone hinting at exasperation. "Are we going to take them?"

"Check," Alastor uttered, sighing in contempt. Like a flash flood, the menace in his expression and demeanor vanished, replaced again by the visage of the perfect-happy-man. He sported a smile so warm and genuine that the skin around his eyes wrinkled. "No false moves, okay? I'd hate a repeat of the Bovino family tragedy." He met the chief's eyes once more. "Do we understand each other, soldier-man?"

"Chief?!" Davis repeated a third time, looking for direction.

It was then that the agent made his decision. Abruptly, he turned on his heel and began to walk away, refastening the strap that held his gun to his belt. He was headed for the staircase at a nonchalant pace, as if the past five minutes hadn't even happened.

Davis did a doubletake before releasing his death grip on Al's wrist and jogging to catch up with his superior. The two men moved downstairs and disappeared into the crowd.

"Checkmate," Alastor uttered as they disappeared, a viciously arrogant smirk spreading across his face. A while later, he released his grip on Al's knife hand. The boy nearly cried out at the sharp pain that exploded in his shoulder. Instantly, Al dropped the knife, the bloody thing clattering to the floor. He brought his hand in front of his face, eyeing the damage.

"You jerk," Al hissed.

"You fool," Alastor snapped in retort. "The Vongola guardians aren't even here yet. Creating a scene now would have given us away. Get it?"

From the front jacket pocket of his suit, Alastor removed the red handkerchief, using it to wipe Al's blood from his hand. "One day you'll learn the value of patience." Al was just staring at his bleeding hand, saying nothing. Without warning, Alastor wrapped the handkerchief around the boy's wound. It was large enough to completely surround his small hand twice over. With a tug, Alastor tied off the handkerchief, fashioning a makeshift bandage. "I know this for a fact."

Al didn't respond, choosing instead to kneel and retrieve his switchblade, which he buffed on the leg of his suit pants before returning it up his sleeve. Once again, Alastor turned his back to the rest of the balcony, his gaze panning over the crowd of suit-and-tie types below him.

After a while, Al joined him, balancing his weight atop the balcony railing with his forearms. "Was that an okay move, letting them go?"

"Hah." Alastor looked back over at Cornelius, who was still talking to the children around him in an animated fashion. "They know their place now. People are my playthings, afterall. Speaking of..."

Alastor held up his index finger. Through a series of practiced hand signals, he could communicate to his people the location of any target. Like local GPS for any Rizzo that happened to be watching. If they caught his eye in return, they could signal him to request a specific Vongola's location. Just now, Alastor had spotted the one person he'd been waiting all day for.

Reida Sawada. The number one. The legendary Vongola XI.

She'd begun to make her way forward towards the podium and staging area at the far back of the auditorium. Arriving along with her was the Vongola's Sun guardian, the young Trevor Sawada. As a person, Alastor didn't much care for children. Too insolent. Too naive.

He shot a glance at Al, who remained wholly unaware.

He'd also been tracking the movements of the Mist guardian. The race-traitor Shaji Ai. He'd read all about her. Just as well, he noted the existences of the Cloud and Storm guardians, Rosa Kuromaku and Troy Takumi, the latter appearing a bit later than expected.

He couldn't help but grin. He'd just signaled to a particular person in the crowd. The target of his correspondence was a large clean-shaven muscular man in a trenchcoat, dressed like a highly decorated general in some country's military, his stringy black hair gelled-over into a series of small stylish spikes. His only oddity was the eye patch he sported.

"Looks like my King piece is on the move. Just a few more Vongola to go and things can finally get started."

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Troy continued to wander the crowd, a bit lost. He didn't see any other Vongola guardians and forgot where and what he actually was supposed to do here. The only thing he knew is that this is some type of ceremony where he's involved. Ai and Reida explained it to him earlier but....he really wasn't listening much. "I'm sure it'll work somehow. These things tend to work themselves out on their own," he said to himself.

"You! Yellow!" Troy didn't need to even look back because he already knew whose voice that was. The one and only demanding doll-crazed girl that calls him 'Yellow'. He looked in her direction and saw her storming his way while disregarding all of the other attendees at the event. "What the hell do you think you're doing?! You can't wear...this when you get on that stage!" He almost gave a reply but she continued, "You're going to make me look awful! Besides, what the hell do you think Vongola's going to think when she has to stand with her Storm Guardian. I'll be she'll feel real awful, oh, but it's not my fault. Some Storm Guardian you are!" A grin appeared on his face as he watched Rosa's monologue.

"Excuse me," Ai said as she approached.

"What!?"

"I was told to remind the Guardians of their r-"

"You did already!"

"I was referring to the Storm Guardian. Are you aware of your role in this presentation?"

Troy couldn't hold it in any longer. The interaction between Rosa and Ai was hilarious to him. He laughed pretty loudly gaining the unneeded attention of others at the event. He started to slowly quiet down and replied, "man you guys are a riot, haha."

He glanced at Rosa, then quickly adverted his gaze towards Ai to addressed Ai first, even though he 'should have' replied to Rosa since she ask a question first. "Yes, I know my role in this presentation. Just stand up there, look good and smile," he said with an overly expressed smile, "I'm obviously wearing my garments for the stage. I'm more than prepared to walk up there." However, he actually forgot what this affair was about and his role.

He looked back to Rosa already knowing she was a bit annoyed by his appearance and nonchalance to this ceremony, "Hey...Doll face? My attire is fine, we'll look great as Vongolas and I'm sure Reida won't mind. You know how the saying goes, 'Come as you are!' So just grab your dolls, present them on stage, and we all can have a tea party together, yay!" Troy was being a bit of the brat, and knew he shouldn't be as much, but Rosa is 'entertaining' for the most part. "So Ai, where should we be going?"

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Rosa was obviously visibly irritated at the pink girl's attitude. Did this little upstart really think she could make smart little remarks at Rosa like that? Of course, what was possibly even more irritating was that rather than appearing to be visibly enjoying catching Rosa off guard, she just continued with her dull demeanor like she meant nothing by it. It made Rosa uneasy, but she wanted to desperately regain her composure quickly.

Although, she was caught off guard once again by the uproarious laughter of somebody else, the ill-dressed kid whom was grinning like an idiot the whole time. "Man you guys are a riot, haha." Rosa glared back at Troy with a death stare, but Ai was completely unphased. Not that she ever was visibly phased.

"Yes, I know my role in this presentation. Just stand up there, look good and smile, I'm obviously wearing my garments for the stage. I'm more than prepared to walk up there." Rosa scoffed at that remark, yet Ai had made no reaction, although she did share Rosa's opinion that he could have appeared slightly more presentable, as it was important that a good impression would be made on the audience at this event. Seven teenagers being the new highest ranked members in a rather large company wasn't exactly a very reliable image. Maybe DiCaccio had some sort of plans in mind that he had not told Ai in terms of fixing this issue, but it wasn't of too much of a concern to her anyway. She was only really concerned with this event in particular.

"Hey...Doll face? My attire is fine, we'll look great as Vongolas and I'm sure Reida won't mind. You know how the saying goes, 'Come as you are!' So just grab your dolls, present them on stage, and we all can have a tea party together, yay!" Okay, obviously he was trying a pathetic attempt to mock Rosa, but Rosa resolved not to let it phase her. It was all his kind looked for. People like Troy tended to try and mock her about her box weapon of choice being dolls, to spoil her image, but that's never phased her, merely because that's how she liked her image. Elegant, talented, refined and with a particularly good artistic sense for dolls. Her attraction was merely poetic at best. Besides, nobody actually knew how much she actually cared for dolls, they wouldn't even have a clue. To most, it would seem she cared only for them as tools in combat.

"Hmph, don't group me with you, bum," Rosa replied spitefully, "At least I'm not the one who probably came here after evading law enforcement, vandal" she said it with that repulsive 'I'm so important' tone she always liked to use to spite others. It may have been a guess, but seeing as it happened to Troy often and judging from the fact that he came with cans of spray paint of which he would have no use for here, meant he was at least was defacing some sort of property and was unable to dispose of the evidence.

"So Ai, where should we be going?"

"The presentation will occur shortly," Ai said "So as to be prepared, I would suggest both of you go backstage as soon as possible. I have been assigned with the task of locating the Guardians and reminding them of their roles, before fulfilling my own, so I will continue to carry out that task. I have been assured the Cloud Guardian already knows of her role."

"Hmph, I'm not going until the presentation begins," Rosa said just for the sake of being of contrary. There was no way she was taking orders from this little upstart of all people, whatever her name was again. Ai something? "A princess is always prepared, unlike a certain crow's nest not worth naming," she didn't glance at Troy as she said that, in an attempt to make herself appear more snide. She reached her arms behind her hand in the appearance of stretching to emphasize the dress she was so proud of before walking past Troy, her expression flaring up very briefly has she glanced at him at the moment where their faces were only inches from each other, like a cat hissing. Indeed, she knew she was better than him, he just needed to be reminded that she was royalty and he was common as dirt.

"I understand," Ai responded, looking in Rosa's direction as she walked off before looking back at Troy, "I will now locate the other guardians." With that statement, she too walked off.

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"Vincenzo, where are you going? My dear weapon?" A sweetened voiced called for her, but she ignored. However whomever this voice belonged to was persistant, "Are you going to see those Guardian children?.." No answer. "Why do you waste your time there Vincezo?" Again this voice was followed by silence, but this voice was clever, knowing the girl's weak spots, "Is it because you have hopes to help your father, Dante-" "Dont you dare say his name." Vincenzo snapped, but she quickly wished she didnt, because she knew she just gave in. This made the voice smile, "Oh dont be so angry dear, its scary to see you so uncomposed.. look, even the driver thinks your crazy." At this, V.V took note of the cab driver's expression in the mirror, startled and wary of the girl. Why? Well, the women which Vincenzo saw didnt even exist. There beside V.V was just an empty seat, but to her, there sat her nightmare.. "Um, Miss.. Are you alright?" The cab driver interjected carefully, but Vincenzo quickly dismissed, replying curtly, "Stop here please."

Paying the man, she slipped out of the cab and started toward her destination on foot. From the distance she was currently at from the HQ, she predicted she'll be a little late, so she began to quicken the pace. Hopefully she wasnt the last one, it wasnt in her best interest to put attention on herself, especially around people she didnt know so well. See, Vincenzo arrived in japan not too long ago, in per request of past guardians and members of the Vongola. Of course, she wouldnt have gone if it wasnt for her father's persuasion that she finally gave in. Her stoic expression frowned slightly, wondering how her father was doing in Italy without her assistance in the field. 'He was the one who taught me.. he should be fine.'

With reassuring thoughts, her mind began to leave her like it usually does, her surroundings becoming a blur. For seconds seemed like a few minutes in her thoughts, and after a few brief moments, she already arrived. Taking hold of the door, she entered, IDing with people who checked her. A man took a step back, wary of her demeanor, but he recognized her characteristics. "New Guardian I assume?" The man asked, and she nodded, not particularly used to the new name. "Well the others should be in there, good luck Miss."
Following his directions, she found a few personals that she recognized, Ai, Troy, and Rosa. Getting closer, she greeted the three with a curt nod (not really sure what to say, as always in social gatherings). But as she neared, Ai began to leave, saying something about locating the other guardians? 'Well Im here.'
Deciding to remain quiet, she glanced at the other two who remained. Troy, he was an ecstatic artist if she remembered clearly, and Rosa.. A girl who had an affinity for dolls. A particular choice of weapon, but she saw stranger. However she just never understood the concept of.. toys.. for she never had any. Her "toys" were guns, and she was taught to love them. While Troy's talent for painting was also a mystery, for she never was one for any sort of art- Music, sculptures, etc. "Whats the plan?" She asked, deciding that she had to say something. [Sorry this is a bit choppy in a hurry, but Athaia's post will also arrive shortly, thank you for your patience!]

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Character Portrait: Akio Yamada Character Portrait: Reida Sawada Character Portrait: Rosa Kuromaku Character Portrait: Vincenzo Vongola

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As Rosa walked off, she caught wind of another one of the guardians, the Lightning one, Vincenzo. The seemingly perfect guardian whom was nearly superior to Rosa in comparison. Nearly. Rosa wouldn't accept that. She couldn't be completely faultless. After all, she was late.

"You're late," Rosa told her with a glare as she walked off elsewhere, not taking a single glance back at the two guardians. She disliked every single one of them for some reason or another. Why? Perhaps she just had difficulty getting along with people in general, so instead of attempting to be friendly, she found a reason to be disagreeable. Maybe she disliked regarding others positively as she believed all others were below her. Or perhaps she hated the fact that people didn't follow her every beck and call and acted as she pleased like a doll did. Or maybe she just thought they were annoying.

Now, sure Rosa said she was prepared (and it wasn't like she ever ran her gums without thinking or something) but she felt that there was no such thing as being too prepared. Rosa felt it would probably be a good time to check her makeup. Now, she fixed her makeup multiple times during the time she was there just for the sake of perfection, and the last time she did so was about 10 minutes ago. Now, she probably didn't need to check it, but seeing as the presentation was about to begin and she was going to be standing up there, even if briefly (and hopefully not next to a bum like Troy,) she felt that she needed to be absolutely sure she was beyond dazzling.

Of course, Rosa's makeup kit was in her handbag. Sure, it took up most of the contents, but she had other things such as her Box Weapon, a storage box which contained all her box weapons and armaments which she could equip at a moments notice. Her mother would constantly remind her it was for emergencies only, but Rosa really hated when her mother interfered with her combat abilities. Now, she didn't expect to use it at all today, but she rarely ever left home without it in her handbag.

Rosa wasn't carrying her handbag, however. She didn't want to carry it around all evening as she felt it clashed with her dress (although it consisted of the same three colors, red, white and blue) so her mother was carrying it around. Rosa would constantly find her mother every time she felt she needed to check and fix her makeup to grab her bag and head to the restrooms to do so, and return the bag every time she was done. Her mother did indeed come with her to the ceremony, seeing as she wasn't on duty, although she was trained to be able to react to a hostile situation on a moments notice as well.

Although, Rosa couldn't seem to find her mother this time. The gymnasium had gotten both loud and crowded and her mother wasn't by the punch bowl as she had been most of the time. Had she gone to the restroom? Rosa was getting impatient and probably didn't have enough time to look for her. Rosa sighed. Maybe she didn't need to fix her makeup, although she had to be sure. She didn't have a mirror on her person however...

Ask somebody, her quick wit told her. Most preferably somebody she knew. One of the guardians had to do. Of course, she wasn't going to go ask a favor of one of the three cretins she just spoke to, that'd be improper. Rosa looked around the room, until she laid her eyes on somebody else she hadn't seen all day. The Rain Guardian, Akio, shuffling unsteadily through the crowd. Yeah, he could check her makeup.

Or maybe Rosa was going loony, seeing as he was blind. He wouldn't even be impressed by the dress she wore. What a shame. Rosa watched him a little further, however. His blind little shuffle seemed to have some purpose to it, like a bloodhound being led to a target by their nose. Eventually he found his target, however.

Reida Sawada, the young Vongola, the woman of the hour, the herbivore. Rosa didn't like her one bit. Yet, it appeared she was the only option. Rosa took a deep sigh before heading in her direction.

"Hey, Vongola!" she called, without any hint of respect in the name 'Vongola'. Rosa approached her quickly, completely disregarding Akio's existence. "The presentation's about to begin in about five minutes or something. I need you to check my makeup!" Walking right up in front of her, Rosa shoved her face into Reida's, presenting her face at various angles, though clearly not happily. She did her best not to wrinkle her fact though. "Is, is anything wrong? Like, at all? Come on, I can't stand here all day."

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Character Portrait: Akio Yamada Character Portrait: Shaji Ai Character Portrait: Reida Sawada Character Portrait: Trevor Sawada Character Portrait: Rosa Kuromaku Character Portrait: Vincenzo Vongola Character Portrait: Troy Takumi

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Her eyes were once again skinning over the speech she had written, the paper held closer to her face than probably had to be, but she was too focused to realize that its surface was just inches from her face. She had already memorized this speech two days ago, but out of anxiousness she couldn't help but read it over and over. It would just be embarrassing if her words suddenly slipped her mind while she was standing in front of hundreds of people.

She shifted her weight to her right leg and returned the pages to their folded state before sticking it into the fold of her skirt. She had her hands clutched into fists at her side and a determined glint in her eye as she stares out at the crowd. This would be first first time speaking publicly as the new boss of the Vongola Famiglia. For the sake of her Guardians and for the company itself, she had to give the best first impression she could give. She was fully aware that there were many who couldn't look at her as the head of a mafia family. After all, she was still just a middle-schooler, but her grandfather was even younger than her when the infamous Reborn begun to teach him the ways of the mafia and what he needed to do to become the boss.

A faint smile had made it's way onto her face, the corners of her lips curving upward as a flicker of excitement sparked in her chest. This was her chance to officially introduce herself, as well as confirm her authority. Her chin lifted towards the stage where the External Adviser, or really more like the current acting head of the Vongola Famiglia, Lorenzo DiCaccio, had placed himself to be ready to begin the ceremony. It wouldn't be long now before she would be standing up there with her Guardians behind her.

"Sounds like you lost a pound and a half since the last time i seen you boss. Lets hope your not losing weight do to the stress of being the 11th."

Turning her head quickly at the sound of a familiar voice, her smile widened at the sight of her Rain Guardian. She opened her mouth to give him a friendly greeting, but no words came out as she realized what he had just said to her. As usual, her cheeks were beyond her control as a light shade of red brushed over them. "I'm not under any stress! If anything, I should be gaining muscle from all the exercise I've been doing. E-Either way, you shouldn't comment on a girl's weight, Akio-kun!"

She crossed her arms over her chest and turned her head away from the pink-haired boy as she tried to force her skin to return to it's natural color, but her attempt was cut short when she heard another familiar voice, this time coming from Rosa, the Cloud Guardian. Before she could respond to her, though, the blonde girl leaned in and pressed her face close to Reida's.

"Revealing..."

Though Rosa had asked Reida to inspect her makeup, Reida's eyes had been drawn to the dress her friend was wearing. She felt her cheeks grow hot again at the thought of herself being put in such an outfit. Rosa could put on anything with the confidence of a queen, but there was no way Reida could ever wear something so showy.

"Is, is anything wrong? Like, at all? Come on, I can't stand here all day."

"W-What!?" Reida's eyes moved back up to Rosa's face that was still leaning close to hers. "Oh, no there's nothing wrong. You're makeup looks great as usual!" she said, giving the girl a reassuring smile.

She turned her gaze to the two others that had followed Rosa over, her eyes stopping on her Thunder Guardian.
"It's good to see you, Vinco-san," she said, looking up at the older girl. She hadn't had as many chances to talk with Vincenzo as she would've liked, but she would definitely make time to get to know her better after the ceremony. She would've said something more to the girl, but Troy's appearance had caught her attention and she moved her gaze onto him.

"Defacing public property again, Ta-ku-mi-kun?" She said this with a smile, but her eyes clearly showed her true nature as she took a step towards him. Raising her bawled-up hand, with her other hand placed on her hip, she tapped the Storm Guardian on the head. "You're covered in paint! The least you could do is clean yourself up after vandalizing the neighborhood! You-" Her lecture stopped abruptly as she noticed a splotch of paint that was stuck to Troy's hair. She removed her fist from his head and placed her hand over her mouth so not to burst into laughter. Normally she would've pointed it out and then offered to help pull it out, but this time she decided to let him find it later.

"Never mind, we should all be taking our seats on stage now. Just Ai and Trevor are left, right? They'll know to come over once they see us in our seats." With that, she made her way up the steps, careful not to trip in her heels, and gave a brief nod to DiCaccio before taking her seat.

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Character Portrait: Akio Yamada Character Portrait: Kurai Rin Character Portrait: Shaji Ai Character Portrait: Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo Character Portrait: Althaia Rizzo Character Portrait: Elysia Character Portrait: Reida Sawada Character Portrait: Trevor Sawada Character Portrait: Tyde Rumerio Character Portrait: Rosa Kuromaku Character Portrait: Cornelius V. Roquet Character Portrait: Vincenzo Vongola Character Portrait: Troy Takumi Character Portrait: Annalise "Anna" Cortega

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"Please excuse me, but shouldn't... You go too?"

Ai nodded, although her invisible third eye was staring at the box weapon. Perhaps it was designed to detect the usage of illusions or of flames in general which caused it to react, or Aliens. The latter was highly unlikely, however. With her cue, Ai went back toward the stage where she saw all the other guardians had gathered, already seated and ready to begin. Upon making it on the stage, she spoke, not to the boss or any of her fellow guardians, but to the External Advisor, whom was shuffling his cue cards while some adjustments were being made to the microphone and the speakers

"All the guardians are present," Ai stated simply, as if it weren't already clearly obvious. DiCaccio didn't even need to glance behind himself to confirm it.

"Yes, I can see that," he confirmed, "And it appears things have gone smoothly so far... for the most part." DiCaccio bent over a bit and spoke in a low voice with the intention that nobody eavesdropping could hear them. "I've been informed that there was an attack on one of the allied families, the Bovino family, less than an hour earlier from now. Three deaths, including the boss, but not the daughter. We've no information about who the killers could possibly be, but we've confirmed that deathperation flames were involved, albeit we're not sure what kind yet. I don't think it is of relation to this ceremony, but my men are still on alert.

"Naturally, the Vongola family is expected to help deal with something like this, seeing as that was the Tenth's code. Currently, I've already ordered my own men to investigate, but it is up to the Vongola head to make the decision to pursue. Now, I don't want to give the Boss anything to worry about right before she's to make a huge public appearance, but I'm going to have to inform her about it tomorrow. I'm sure she wont have any issues about this heroic stuff. I'm just wondering if something like this would be too big for her right now..." DiCaccio trailed off in consideration, glancing at Reida.

He seemed to come back to himself when he looked back at Ai whom was staring at him ever-so intently, standing back up again. "Ah, yes, make of that what you will, Ai," he told her, no longer speaking in a low voice, "For now, we must focus on the ceremony. You know where you've got to be, so go join your friends." Ai stared back blankly. "You're Boss and fellow guardians," DiCaccio corrected. Ai nodded and took a seat on the stage. Though DiCaccio said it wasn't likely of relevance to the ceremony, Ai couldn't help but consider every possibility of a threat. To do so, however, she'd first have to consider the Bovino family and of their relevance. Only, somehow, Ai felt the Bovino family had some sort of significance to them that she was not considering. Maybe she'd consult the TID about them.

With everybody present, the presentation was underway. DiCaccio tested the microphone personally, while getting everybody's attention. With a final lively "Good evening," all the room had their undivided attention on him. He smiled and began to speak.

"Indeed, good evening everybody. I'm sure I've spoken to many of you personally and in fact, if I haven't spoken to you already, then please, do be sure to do so by the end of this presentation, but anyway, my name is Lorenzo DiCaccio and I had been the acting head of this company for about four years now up until recently. In reality, I'm the head of a branching company known as CEDEF, a security agency that began as a simple traffic redirection organization. Indeed, I've been rather vague about the exact content of this presentation, although I'm sure you've all heard the word 'Box' thrown about here and there. Well, that's quite simple. That is because everything we wish to present," he raised a small orange baseball-sized cube with a clam print on it, "Is contained in this little box." He paused to allow the intrigue to sit in as people struggled to get a clear look at the small thing, looking quite sure of himself.

"Now, I'm sure we all have the same question in our heads. 'What could be so special and yet be kept in such a tiny box?' Well, in this little box of ours are all sorts of little secrets, secrets that perhaps were never intended to be discovered by society, secrets of the universe we have been kept in the dark about. Today, I hope to bring these secrets to light as not only is the secret to the next technological revolution hidden within this box, but the secret to the future of our company, Vongola Corporations.

"Now, of course, Vongola Corporations already makes over a trillion dollars a year. Of course, that's absurdly more than we've been making about 70 years ago, when the last head was already beginning to turn this company into what it is today. Back then, we would have only been making a few billion, although back then, of course, that was a lot of money. However, with this new industry we plan on opening with the secrets that are contained in this box, we expect to make it to our second trillion within the next twenty years. Who knows, in a hundred years, we may have a gazillion.

"Of course, we're all here because of what is inside this small little box and what is inside is the future of this company. Indeed, this presentation is not only about the future of technology but the future of Vongola Corporations. Not only do we hope to enter a new era with this new technology, of which I'll reveal soon enough, but we wish to do so under the direction of our new young head, Ms. Reida Sawada." DiCaccio gestured to the young boss. "Now, she may be quite young, but don't let her appearance deceive you. She is a very passionate and intelligent individual on the inside and we are proud to enter a new era of not only industry, but of life, with her guidance. After all, the former head, Tsunayoshi Sawada, had inherited the company when he was only fourteen, and look where we are now!" The audience applauded.

DiCaccio quieted them. "Now, before we proceed, we would like to have the new company head say a few words concerning her plans for the future of the company to open this presentation. We would appreciate it if you held your applause until the end refrain from taking pictures until cued. Any questions directed toward her may be asked at the end of this presentation or directly to her afterward." He explained it with a slight sternness directed toward anybody who might have given her trouble if it was picked up.

"And now," DiCaccio called, "May we all direct our attention to the honorable Eleventh Vongola head, Reida Sawada."

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Character Portrait: Akio Yamada Character Portrait: Shaji Ai Character Portrait: Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo Character Portrait: Reida Sawada Character Portrait: Trevor Sawada Character Portrait: Rosa Kuromaku Character Portrait: Vincenzo Vongola Character Portrait: Troy Takumi

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"Now, before we proceed, we would like to have the new company head say a few words concerning her plans for the future of the company to open this presentation. We would appreciate it if-"

Reida's shoulders stiffened slightly as DiCaccio's words pricked at her ears. When he had first starting speaking, she'd been listening rather intently, excitement bubbling in her stomach as the time for her to rise slowly approached. However, as his introduction continues on, her eyes had drifted to the audience. For some reason, she spark of excitement in her stomach had grown less and less pleasant until it melted into nervousness, though she couldn't really figure out the reason. Sure, she was about to give her very first public speech, and as the new head of the Vongola, no less, but she couldn't understand why she'd suddenly start to feel heavy from that. There was something else bothering her, something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Her head turned from side to side as she looked over her Guardians, wondering if they were feeling the same paranoia that she was, but she couldn't seem to read their expressions. They were probably focusing on DiCaccio, after all.

"And now, may we all direct our attention to the honorable Eleventh Vongola head, Reida Sawada."

Her attention was quickly redirected to the front as the applauds of the audience echoed off the walls of the gymnasium. DiCaccio's voice had blurred out to her for a moment as she searched for an answer to her nervousness, taking her a second to realize it was time for her to stand. She unintentionally hopped out of her chair, causing the seat to move backward a couple inches, but she made a fast attempting at regaining herself and gave DiCaccio a smile and a nod before making her way to the podium.

Standing there, she waited for the clapping to die down before clearing her throat and opening her mouth to begin her speech, the words on the paper she had written skimming through her mind like a movie reel.

"You've all come here today to learn about the new, revolutionized tools that will improve humanity as we know it. Before I go into detail of this technology, I'd like to first say a few words as the head of the Vongola Company. To have my father pass down his title to me was an honor far greater than any trophy or medal. For him to intrust me with the company that my late grandfather, Sawada Tsunayoshi, started was something I never expected, but even as a child I made a promise to both my father and the previous Vongola Head that I would move this company farther than either of them could imagine. As the young adult I am now, I still intend to keep that promise."

The nervousness that had been pricking at her before had nearly vanished now, her mind too focused on the words she had written down. Though she also felt a slight nudge of disappointment as she spoke. Here she was speaking greatly of her father, but he hadn't bothered to show up to the ceremony or even send her message. Come to think of it, she hadn't heard from him since he told her he was going overseas on business three months ago.

She paused for a moment, somewhat to redirect her thoughts and somewhat to add a little dramatic effect into her speech.

"I can't keep such a promise on my own, of course. My grandfather wouldn't of brought the company this far without the help of his closest friends and subordinates. As such, I take great pleasure in introducing my very own personal team."

She took a step back and turned to the side, angling herself in a way so she was still mostly facing the audience.

"Yamada Akio has confidence that exceeds even my own, never letting that confidence falter no matter the situation. Kuromaku Rosa is always aiming for the best possible outcome, never accepting anything less than perfect, her confidence easily matches Yamada-san's."

As she spoke each of their names, she signaled to them with her hand to let the audience know whom it was she talking about. It felt a little strange calling them by their last names, but she decided to do so since it made her look more professional.

"It takes creativity to come up with the most interesting ideas, which is the role of Takumi Troy. Sawada Trevor, the youngest member of my team and also my adopted brother, has medical capabilities that match those of high-ranking doctors. Ai Shaji is never unprepared, always being ready for whatever the future may bring. Vongola Vincenzo even wears the name of the company as her own surname. She's level-headed and intelligent to no end."

She once again turned to face the audience head on as she continued to speak. "It's quite clear that both my team and I are young and still gaining experience, but with this youth comes endless possibilities for the future. With this youth comes the determination and imaginative thinking that the Vongola Company needs to reach it's most successful peak since it first came to be."

Taking in a breath at the end of her personal speech, she waited a moment as the crowds applauding started up once again. She felt warmed up now, prepared for the long explanation she would give next to finally introduce the Box Weapons, or rather tools, to the public. However, as the clapping slowly began to die down, Reida's eyes had locked onto a certain individual. The eye patch was the first thing that she noticed, along with the rock that had dropped into her stomach and had begun to make her feel slightly ill the moment she laid eyes on him. Something about him wasn't right. It wasn't right at all.

"This isn't right. He shouldn't be here. He's not supposed to be...why do I feel cold all of a sudden?"

Though she hadn't noticed yet herself, her fingers had begun to trace the notch on the back of the podium. It had been set up early that morning, with her weapon concealed inside in case of emergency. She became aware of the movement of her fingers when she realized the crowd had been standing in silence for a good few second now as they awaited her to continue. She swallowed dryly, trying to move her focus back onto the explanation she was supposed to give.

"That's enough about myself...I'm sure..you're all ready to hear...the real reason why this ceremony was.." She was speaking slightly quieter than usual, her voice hesitant as wavered on and off as the words left her lips. Her eyes had becoming completely drawn to the large, dark-haired man that had slowly started making his way through the crowd, growing closer and closer to the stage.

"This is..."

Her eyes moved frantically over the crowd, wondering if anyone else had sensed the aura coming from him. The majority of the crowd only looked confused as to why she had suddenly silenced her speech. Had her Guardians noticed? Had DiCaccio? If she looked back at them now, it would only cause more confusion, but she couldn't ignore this feeling.

"This is wrong!"

Though it was quiet, nearly silent to her hear, she heard the faint sound of a finger snapping. In that same instant, she ripped open the small door that had been carved into the podium and grasped her nunchaku. In another swift move, she turned and reached for her brother with her free hand and took hold of his own hand. A threat had made it's way into the gymnasium, and not one person who was posted to make sure such a thing wouldn't happen had realized it.

"I need everyone to get as many people out as possible!" she said to DiCaccio, a hint of fierceness in her tone. She wasn't asking, this was an order given by the 11th herself. "Now!" This time she directed her order towards her Guardians, all of them except for er brother whose hand she was already gripping. By the time she was able to give this order, the voices of the crowd, surprised and afraid at the events that were now taking place, had grown loud and jumbled into an inexplicable noise.

She practically jumped down the stairs, kicking off her heels as she did so, and pulled her brother behind her as she sprinted towards the exit. She had no time to explain her reason for leaving the gymnasium while it was under attack. Anyone could assume that she was running away and leaving her subordinates to take care of the danger, but in truth she had made a single error before leaving her room earlier. Her box weapons had been placed in a nice black shoulder purse that she was supposed to take with her, but in her rush earlier she had completely forgotten it, leaving it on her bed. Normally she wouldn't be so concerned with retrieving them, but right no she knew she needed to get to them at all costs, though she wouldn't be able to explain how she knew.

Halfway down the hall she halted. The outfit she had on was much too difficult to move quickly in, and the tights over her feet were slippery on the floors of the building. She released Trevor's hand and first pulled on her tights, ripping out the bottoms so her feet could show through. Next she pulled on her skirt until the side had ripped up to the middle of her thigh. It was a shame she had to ruin such nice clothes, but she honestly couldn't care less at the moment.

She looked at Trevor, ready to grab his hand and start running again, but she suddenly felt a little guilt for pretty much dragging him up to this point. She couldn't afford to move any slower though, as she needed to get back to her brother to safety and then back to the other Guardians as soon as possible.

"Sorry, Trevor," she said before wrapping her arms around him and lifting him off the ground. She then proceeded to sprint down the hallway carrying the blond boy in a cradle-like fashion.

It was convenient that her assigned room was only a four-minute sprint from the ceremonies location. So far it didn't seem like any enemies were following her, but she held her brother tightly and kept every one of her senses on edge despite that. It had been drilled into her to never drop her guard, even when you believe nothing can go wrong.

Reaching her door, she came to an abrupt stop and, letting Trevor back onto his feet, hastily turned the knob and hurried her way in. The black bag that contained her box weapons were right where she'd left it a few hours ago. With no time to lose, she pulled the strap over her shoulder and stepped back out into the hallway.

"I have to get back to the gymnasium," she said, hesitating a moment before crouching down so she could be eye-level with her brother. "Please find yourself some place to bunker down for now, and no arguing with me either."

To be honest, she felt kind of bad saying these things to him. Hopefully he wouldn't get upset with her treating him like a child. He was a child, after all, but he was also the appointed Sun Guardian. Still, she would see him as her brother before thinking of him as a subordinate, and as a sister she had to make sure he was going to be safe.

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Character Portrait: Akio Yamada Character Portrait: Shaji Ai Character Portrait: Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo Character Portrait: Reida Sawada Character Portrait: Trevor Sawada Character Portrait: Rosa Kuromaku Character Portrait: Vincenzo Vongola Character Portrait: Troy Takumi

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Ai was developing a theory. She had been doing so ever since she sat down. Now, it didn't mean she wasn't paying attention, no, she could multitask. She could watch the crowd, listen to DiCaccio and develop her theory in her mind at the same time. Everything was going as planned, yet Ai felt something was off. Now, if Ai felt something was off, she knew it wasn't just a human sense of unease, like DiCaccio had brushed it off as, but it was part of a complex mental system of which she was designed with that made sure she never made any mistakes.

Ai had spent time studying the Bovino family, in her mind of course. She searched up all the information she could using the Thought Integration Database, the Alien telepathic 'internet', with nothing of interest except their involvement in time travel technology. She was receiving data from the future as well, data that told of the incident that just occurred hours before and what they had done in the future. Interestingly enough, they were involved in some of the early efforts to fight back against the Aliens, assisting in the foundation of the Alien Extinction Project of the future, thanks to the efforts of the next Bovino family boss. Further query had told her that she was involved in that incident. Ai tried to gather information on the killers, but found unsatisfactory results. Either CEDEF kept it a secret or were unable to find an answer.

Stumped, that was a fitting answer. Ai needed a new line of thinking. She thought about her attack the day before the inheritance. That had never appeared on the TID, Ai took care in making sure not even her own kind was aware of it. Indeed, though Ai had said the chances of such an event occurring were slim, DiCaccio had grossly misunderstood her. Chance meant nearly nothing when you were dealing with multiple futures. Chance was merely what percentage of those futures had a certain outcome. Either way, all possibilities were certain to happen. So, if something came from a certain future to eliminate her, another was certain to arrive as well.

Time travel seemed to be the center of this mystery. Ai considered the possibility. The killers may have been time travelers. They couldn't have been Aliens as such an attack like the one that had occurred couldn't possibly have had much of an effect on the future, at least of the future worked the same way it did now.

So what if the incident never occurred? What would the future be like if the incident had never happened. Ai may have not been able to get the answer from the TID because the event had already occurred, so all possible futures were ones where the victims are dead because they are in the present, so she would have to get the answers on her own. Using some information from the TID, Ai could invest a lot of thinking power into calculating all possible futures. Her mind worked at lightning pace, the efficiency of it allowing information to move through her Alien brain close to the speed of light. She made connection after connection, possibility after possibility and theory out of fact and could calculate near an infinite amount of universes. Of course, to any outside observer, it would appear Ai was just sitting there quietly, like she always did. The world was moving on around her at the ever fluctuating speed of time. "Ai Shaji is never unprepared, always being ready for whatever the future may bring."

And then, it came to her. The answer to everything, everything that was about to happen. Snap!

"We are currently in danger."

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Character Portrait: Akio Yamada Character Portrait: Shaji Ai Character Portrait: Reida Sawada Character Portrait: Trevor Sawada Character Portrait: Rosa Kuromaku Character Portrait: Vincenzo Vongola Character Portrait: Troy Takumi

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V.V mind zoned out as the speeches were given out due to her lack of disinterest along with the continue persistence of.. that woman. "Vincenzo, are you listening to your fathers advice?" The woman asked, with a sneer, "That man may be a fool but he may be right." She glanced at the crowd expectedly, "This will turn into a party any moment now." And usually Vincenzo would ignore the damn woman but she was surprisingly tense. This would have been the first time she was right.. SNAP Her mind went alert, and by instinct, she flipped back, while throwing the chair she was on in the air in front of her in hopes to block whatever may come at her- bullets, punches, etc. "I need everyone to get as many people out as possible!" She glanced toward the recognizable voice, that was surprisingly.. serious. V.V never saw Reida.. as a leader type, sure she saw a spark of potential, but she never came off as a vongola leader. But maybe now.

Vincenzo shook her head, as she cleared the open area, her gun instinctively in hand- loaded ready to fire. In the meanwhile, her eyes darted to the various of person she registered as a team. They all were on their feet, so she went to the next objection.. the enemies. But a problem was the various of movements happening in the crowd, and despite her keen sight, it was difficult for her to target the.. opponent- opponents?
Her eyes narrowed intently, it would be hopeless for her to run back and forth, 'They will come to me.'
Wielding her weapon, she dodged the panicking watchers, while her eyes kept on searching for anyone irregular.

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Character Portrait: Reida Sawada Character Portrait: Rosa Kuromaku Character Portrait: Cornelius V. Roquet

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Rosa was rather unpleasantly surprised at exactly how dull the ceremony was going. Sure, she appeared to be smiling warmly, hoping to attract some of the attention to herself as being the most beautiful thing on the stage, it was a little difficult to do so when you were sitting backstage. Nonetheless, she sat like a dignified lady.

Rosa was quite annoyed about exactly how little the presentation had to do with the mafia, as well as how much bullshit the External Advisor could put into a single speech yet still pull it off naturally, and she swore, if he heard him begin a sentence with 'now' one more time, she was going to strangle the man, regardless of his stature.

With the title 'honorable', Reida took the stage. Like DiCaccio, she sucked up to her grandfather, that herbivore known as the 'Tenth'. He was the only reason why Vongola dared call itself a 'company' so proudly. Eventually, she did move on to talk about her guardians. Rosa still couldn't stand to call herself a guardian, yet she was somewhat curious as to what the girl had to say about her. "Kuromaku Rosa is always aiming for the best possible outcome, never accepting anything less than perfect, her confidence easily matches Yamada-san's."

Rosa wanted to do nothing but frown, which she did for about half a second, but her smile came back to her, nodding to the crowd very slightly. What an understatement Rosa thought. First of all, Reida appeared to have said her name backwards, which she wasn't sure was her trying to be formal about her name or make it sound more Japanese. Now, Kuromaku may have been Japanese and it may have been false, but she intended it to be a more western-style name. Also, Rosa was infinitely displeased about being compared to the likes of somebody like Akio. She was clearly better than him in more aspects than one, yet Reida made it sound like she was on equal footing with him with the way she made her statement. Rosa was also irked about the fact that Reida didn't mention any of her thousand other talents. Damn that Vongola...

Rosa didn't pay attention to anything else the Vongola was saying. She just stared at the crowd, her kind expression fading once she felt the attention off of her. Perhaps the evening was taking its tole on her, but she was losing her energy. There was one figure among the many whom was making a lot of fuss, like he was playing with something. He's kinda handsome, Rosa thought casually. Maybe if she could memorize his appearance, she could use it as a reference for a groom character for something she had in mind. Maybe the hair could be a little shorter, a little less ungainly and, yuck, he's covering an imperfection on his cheek. That's gotta go. It ruins his perfect skin.

"I need everyone to get as many people out as possible!" Reida shouted, bringing Rosa's attention back to reality. "Hu~nh?" she uttered in an uninterested tone of voice. "Now!" That really woke her up. Rosa's senses rapidly came back to her as tension seemed to be rising extremely quickly. Somebody in the crowd was shouting midst the chaos. Rosa stood from her seat, following the suit of the Guardians yet moving at her own discretion, when suddenly, a series of explosions caught her attention. This is actually happening...

Rosa's battle instincts came into action as her thoughts became as clear as distilled water. They were under attack, likely by attackers. Rosa would have been able to identify the attackers easily, not that she knew who they were the whole time. Her first course of action should have been to get her box weapons, which were in her handbag. Rosa darted to the edge of the stage, standing almost dangerously close to the edge and quickly scanned the crowd. She quickly identified one of the threats.

"Let's make more fireworks tan!" Who knew? It was Patchy the patch-faced pirate all along. He appeared to be threatening the crowd, including what appeared to be a group of children. He held no weapon, but he had flames in his hands. Rosa would have to identify them quickly, but they appeared to either be Storm or Lightning in some shape or form, yet she wasn't entirely sure. Was he the only attacker? No, there had to be more, but he was certainly the immediate threat. Picking on the weak, honestly, this guy had no standards. Now, if only Rosa had her box weapons...

A blonde woman had separated from the crowd, seeking the cover of one of the tables, two handbags in hand. She appeared to be dressed as finely as anybody else, but even in high-heels, she moved with the grace and carefulness of a police officer. The blonde-haired man was turned away from her now, perhaps having not noticed her. Though she was in heels, she crept quietly out from underneath the table to approach him, very slowly, hand in one of the opened bags, a black leather one. From it, she pulled out what appeared to be a Beretta model pistol and pointed it at him, standing about five feet away.

"Don't you dare touch them," she called to him, gun held firmly in both hands pointed directly at his slender body. She had a fierce expression on her face, of which was emphasized by her makeup. Rosa was watching her intently, somewhat in awe. Was this woman serious?

"Mother?!"

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Character Portrait: Akio Yamada Character Portrait: Shaji Ai Character Portrait: Elysia Character Portrait: Reida Sawada Character Portrait: Trevor Sawada Character Portrait: Rosa Kuromaku Character Portrait: Vincenzo Vongola Character Portrait: Troy Takumi

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Trevor didn't really notice anything out of the ordinary. He wilted ever so slightly under the attention his older sister rained down upon him and the others during the beginning of her speech. He didn't much care for being in the spotlight. It wasn't until Reida paused for a second too long that Trevor began to pick up on the odd vibe she was throwing off. She seemed unsure of something, and he actively resisted the urge to step forward and ask her what was wrong. A moment later, his suspicions were confirmed as he observed her fingers tracing over the notch on the back of the podium, where he knew her emergency weapon was hidden.

"I'm sure..you're all ready to hear...the real reason why this ceremony was.."

That's it. He couldn't resist anymore. Though he knew he'd be scolded for it later, he broke the otherwise pristine lineup his fellow Guardians had made with their bodies, making his way forward towards Reida. Unfortunately, he didn't get more than a few steps before he froze, his eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly. Unlike the others, the snap! seemed to affect him differently. It started as a soft pressure against his eardrums but grew into a raging cacophony so intense that he screwed his eyes shut in pain, his earlier migraine returning with a vengeance.

The next thing he knew, someone had grabbed his hand and started pulling him in a direction. He recognized the sensation—the fingers clasped around his wrist; it was nothing new to him. Reida. She'd dragged him in her wake a hundred thousand times by now, and he knew better than to attempt to worm his way out of it, not that he wanted to.

Suddenly, like a veil being lifted, the pressure on his eardrums ceased, leaving behind a faint high-pitched ringing. Opening his eyes, he realized they'd left the main auditorium of the gymnasium and were now sprinting up one of the side hallways. Looking over his shoulder, he noted the chaos that had ensued back in the auditorium itself. People were running about, kids were crying, intimidating CEDEF agents in burly black suits were trying to herd groups of people towards the exits. All of it was somewhat confusing, but he got the gist. Someone was causing a ruckus, and Reida wanted her box weapon in order to deal with it. That meant it had to be serious... though, like most things, Trevor took it in stride.

That's when Reida stopped abruptly about halfway down the hall. Releasing his hand, she tore her dress like a badass action hero. Trevor just stared, his expression eerily tranquil, his hand suspended in the air where she'd left it. When she turned to look at him, he met her eyes with his own, opening his mouth to ask a question.

"Sorry, Trevor," she interrupted, wrapping her arms around the boy and hoisting him off the ground.

Well... this was new, that's for sure. Still, he didn't particularly mind being carried. "It's okay," he muttered, not wanting to break her concentration. What concerned him most was the expression plastered on her face. As he glanced up at her, he realized this was the first time he'd seen that look on her.

Something was really aggravating his sister.

They reached her room in no time. She set him down, nearly bust in the door, and swept through her room like a hurricane. It didn't take her long to find what she needed, and a few seconds later she stepped out. Trevor wasn't looking at her, however. His eyes were locked on the metal double doors that sequestered this more private area from the rest of the hallway.

"I have to get back to the gymnasium," she said, crouching down so as to be eye level with her brother. "Please find yourself some place to bunker down for now." He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again as she continued, already predicting his response. "And no arguing with me either."

As Reida turned to walk away, Trevor reached out and grabbed the fabric of her dress, halting her advance. After a brief instant of silence, he spoke.

"You can't go that way." He took a step backwards, releasing the fabric. "Somebody bad is over there."

As if on cue, several polite knocks emanated from the other side of the double doors. Without waiting for a response, they were opened, and in sauntered a woman. She had smooth coffee brown skin and thick violet hair that nearly touched the ground. Her deep green eyes were piercing, her forehead marked red. Trevor had never seen such an odd looking person before.

Well, maybe Rosa on an off day.

"Good day," the woman began, "I am here to take the Vongola Sun Ring. If you would kindly please hand it over." Her words were not laced with any hint of sarcasm or any edge of malice. "If it is not complied with, I am allowed to use force."

Shifting his eyes instead of his head, Trevor looked to Reida, his expression bland but his train of thought obvious: how do I respond?

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Character Portrait: Shaji Ai Character Portrait: Reida Sawada Character Portrait: Rosa Kuromaku Character Portrait: Vincenzo Vongola Character Portrait: Troy Takumi

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After ignoring Rosa's remarks and having her storm off as usual with a few chuckles at her 'irritated annoyed walk', he replied to Vincenzo asking, "What's the plan?" His simple reply, "Go with the flow, let your inner chi guide you...that's exactly what Ai said," he lied. He started making his way on stage to his respective seat afterwards. He received many looks and glares from the attendees due to his book bag and strange attire with paint splattered all over it which could have possibly suggested he didn't prepare for this affair; however, he smiled because....it's art. He took stood next to Vincenzo and waiting for the 11th to make her way. He saw her approach them and say, "It's good to see you, Vinco-san," and now the 11th was approaching him. He always has this 'thing' for the 11th, it wasn't like a crush but more like a 'I must protect her and respect her type deal' which he believes came from Gokudera pounding that idea in his head. It's extremely similar to how Gokudera felt about the 10th.

"Defacing public property again, Ta-Ku mi-kun?" 'I'm caught' were the only words that came to mind and they repeating at each piece of his name being said. He couldn't even muster a reply for her thinking she may possibly give him a lecture, but she smiled. A sigh of relief quickly fell over him seeing a smile as vast and infinite as the sky, but her hand swiftly went onto her hip while her other tapped him on the head. 'Awwww here we go' he thought to himself. "You're covered in paint! The least you could do is clean yourself up after vandalizing the neighborhood! You-" She removed her fist and started laughing, "What?" he asked, "What's so funny?" he couldn't seem to identify the source of her laughter, but at least the change of her mood made things easier for him.

"Never mind, we should all be taking our seats on stage now. Just Ai and Trevor are left, right? They'' know to come over once they see us in our seats," Reida said as she begun making her way on stage. Vincenzo merely glanced at Troy seemingly annoyed and continued to walk. "Meh, whatever," he said out loud and followed them on stage to his seat. The ceremony begun, Ai spoke, Reida spoke, blah blah etc. As soon as Troy had his seat, he pulled out a sketch book and merely begun drawing things. Ceremonies and speeches really didn't catch his interest and if he were in a position to make it more 'entertaining' he would; however, there are even some events to where he can't or shouldn't misbehave. In the time it took Reida to finish, he had already drawn a high quality portrait of the audience watching. 'Meh, it looks alright,' he said to himself. He turned over to Ai in an attempt to show her his picture. He said quietly, "Psst, Hey Ai look at thi-." "We are currently in danger." Troy's demeanor turned from a lousy one to a more serious tone. "What do you mean? What 'danger'?" he said. He quickly glanced around to look for the 11th knowing if anyone was a target, she was.

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Character Portrait: Rosa Kuromaku Character Portrait: Cornelius V. Roquet

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Cornelius looked to his side in curiosity. He seemed to hear someone addressing or appearing to be the case. His eyes reflected the visage of a woman pointing a gun at him. He found that rather interesting to a fault along with her stated words of not touching them. Who was he about to touch? If he was properly thinking back, he had never touched any of those people who went kaplowe. Technically, it was his flames who did the touching and that was not even the case, as those people were generally repelled by his explosions. So, he doesn't get where the woman was coming from, though, he liked the idea of a dare. "I don't know what you're talking about tan! But, I'll make you a part of the show tan!" That was his only announcement along with his bright smile which was similar to that of a kid who got a star for answering a hard question. One of the translucent balls on his hand was released. It aptly landed near the woman and without a delay. The said object exploded similar to earlier series of fireworks he did. "And Peru-Peru attacked the Harping Princess for interfering... How truly sad tan..." He stated with a matching disappointed expression on his face. His attention then shifted towards the other occupants of the room whether they were survivors or not. "But Peru-Peru won't let that end in that way tan! He'll defeat the Dark Menace tan! No matter what tan!" Upon saying that, more translucent balls manifested on his hands. This time, there were more than two.

"Mother!" Rosa yelped, running toward her just as she saw the attack land. The woman had tumbled away from the explosion screaming, before resting on the ground. The handbags had flown out of her hands, as well as her gun. Rosa, stood before her mother, whom was cringing in pain, but caught sight of her own handbag a few feet away. She dashed for it first before running back to her mother and crouching to her level. She was sitting holding her leg, which appeared to have a rather severe burn on it. Rosa yelled at her, "What were you thinking?!"

"Rose, Rose, Rose," she repeated, inhaling sharply to get over her pain, "I couldn't let those children be harmed," she said rather quickly, before whispering 'ow' over and over. Rosa looked over at the man whose back was turned, more of those flames around him. His back was turned again. That was his biggest mistake. Rosa immediately opened up her bag to find the single box weapon sitting inside it. Dropping the bag, she brought the box up to eye level in one hand and clenched her other hand into a fist, glaring at the Vongola Ring on her finger. Her concentration was broken by a hand put on her forearm by her mother, whom was shaking her head.

"Don't do it, Rose," she whispered, "You can't do that again, remember what I told you when we moved here."

Rosa sighed. "Emergencies only," she growled, "And this is an emergency!" Her mother shook her head again.

"Rose, you have to get out of here," she told her, "Let the Vongola handle this. This is too much for you." Rosa glared back at her mother. She was not just going to take being called inadequate, not even from her own mother. With a huff, she stood up, leaving her mother on the ground. Bringing her fist up, a purple flame appeared, bubbling with energy. Rose collided the ring with the receptacle in the box and injected the flames into it. It opened instantly and out from it a great big cloud of purple flames exited and completely surrounded her and the area around her. Then, when the clouds disappeared, Rosa was there with a few changes in appearance, wearing boots instead of high-heels, having many black rings around her fingers and a leather belt wrapped tightly around her waist where many box weapons were attached, along with various tools such as a large spool of wire and a sheath for a large knife. Rosa grabbed what appeared to be a tiny sewing needle in a pouch at the side. She brought it up to her face, holding it up against her target like an artist with a brush or pencil. She only needed to use one and her victory was assured. She was the predator, and he was her prey. With a great big swipe of the hand, she sent the needle flying toward the back of her target.


"And suddenly, the Dark Menace appears tan!" Doing a side pirouette, Cornelius was able to dodge the needle targeted at him. Actually, he wasn't aware of it and simply did that action due to his flair of showmanship. What he was sensing was the activation of a flame which does not belong to the Rizzo, for now. That is why he had turned around to finally look at a familiar face. He did think familiar but no names were coming up as of now. His face all scrunched up a bit which indicated he was thinking who was the one in front of him. "You're a guardian right tan?" He pointed that obvious fact first before continuing with his contemplation. "Dolly... Parton... No, that's not it tan... Something with a flower tan." He crossed his arms in though which in returned the translucent balls he had crafted fall all over the ground to various directions causing explosions once again where one had actually went to the direction of the children.

"I remember now tan! Rose tan! That's your name right tan!"

In the exact moment, he blurted that sentence. The explosion engulfed some of the children who were once before humble audience to his innocent story-telling. He heard a few screams but simply took a look over his shoulder. "Ooops... Sorry tan!" Then, he returned his attention to the person he now remembered as the Vongola Cloud Guardian.

"Now tan! Give me your ring tan!"

Rosa had a hand raised in the air, fingers spread and ring displayed. She took glances at various directions of the room, before looking back at her target. Her eyes narrowed at him, judgingly so. She paused.

"A guardian? A flower? Huh," Rosa closed her fingers to examine her nails. "I am neither. You have the honor, of which you do not deserve, of being able to gaze upon a Princess." She raised her hand once again, palm facing her. "Yet, this particular ring of mine belongs to me and myself only. Now, what I ask is what you could possibly want with this ring of mine." Rosa looked directly at him, raising her other arm slightly as if to monologue.

For the first time in Cornelius' life or rather, the many first times in his life, he was to the point of sleeping. His eyes were rather fighting the temptation of closing. One would wonder if he was truly paying attention or is he even taking anything seriously. They didn't tell him that this Rose girl was astronomically boring in terms of speech. It reminded him one of those scolding sessions he has with The Matron (Annalise). If she wasn't a target, he would have left her there and do something fun instead of listening to her soliloquy.

"You appear to be strong, yet you are just so inadequate. Here you are, flames in hand, defacing somebody else's property and threatening children. Children. Why, I couldn't think of anything so low and pathetic. Perhaps I should be barking insults at an animal for its table manners if I were to accept such low standards. Honestly, you should feel ashamed of yourself." She rose both her hands into the air, as if she were holding the sky.

It was definitely a scolding. He was practically being told to act his age. Adding to that, when did he threaten the children? He just told them to stay so they can watch a wonderful show. In his personal opinion, he truly believed he was just showing them something fun. The notion of things exploding and people dying around him in his understanding are fun and entertaining. In any case, he released a rather large yawn indicating that he was rather bored.

"Do you want a show?" Rosa asked, "then perhaps I should give you the Grand Guignol!" Rosa brought her hands quickly, tossing them passed each other as if she were a conductor. At that moment, purple flames raced down previously invisible strings in all directions in front of her and into the air. In the air in every direction they were, droves and droves of dolls that surrounded the unaware man like spectators at a coliseum. Rosa had already opened them while he was playing his guessing game and had took her time to monologue to put them all into position. They were armed with shields and lances, all taking on the same appearance of cute European girls, but nonetheless armed with threatening weaponry, all pointed at a central point, the prisoner in the center of the stage, ready for his public execution. His crime: annoying the Princess. At once, they all charged.

The only time he perked up was when she mentioned about a guacamole. Cornelius hates anything green, so that definitely woke him up along with her saying about a show. And as if on cue, dolls surrounded him. He was wondering if they were going to play house or something. He should have invited Kurai over. But, their purpose was revealed soon enough when they charged against him. Well, that's how he likes it.

"Very good tan!" He announced in a lively tone as his fists were instantly coated in dark-red flames which flickered in sparks and random intensities. Cornelius began to move in a rather graceful yet tinge with precision as he jumped away letting the dolls be deprived of their target temporarily. After a few seconds, he delivered a pummeling puch from above to one of the dolls which instantly rippled its form before exploding. He continued the same thing to the others in varying degrees of punches and kicks whilst his hands and feet were covered in his own special flames. It was like he was dancing as his movements resembled that of an acrobat, but what was very noticeable above all, was his smile.

He was enjoying it, the thrill of plunging himself into the fray, even if they were actually, just dolls.

Soon enough, the horde of dolls were but pieces on the marble floor or what used to be a pristine floor. Cornelius settled himself before crafting two translucent orbs on one of his hands. They were much smaller than the ones he had used earlier. "Rose tan." He started as he faced the one who calls herself a Princess. Well, he has no problems with that. He goes by the alias of prince when he does his story-telling back at his place."Can I have one of your dolls, tan? I'll give it to Rara tan!" He then presented the two orbs to Rosa. "In exchange, I'll give these to you, okay tan?"

Somehow, he seemed to forget that he was supposed to get the ring, not the dolls.

At that moment, a large volley of small cloud arrows was sent in his direction. "I don't need your charity!" she called before making another gesture as if she were pulling back a bow. The great big firing line of archers in front of you fired their arrows once again. At that instant, she ran to the right away from the firing line. With another gesture, another volley was fired to cover herself. "Tell me which dolls take your interest!" Rosa smashed her fist into three boxes to summon three sword and shield wielding dolls. She controlled them with her right hand while her left hand controlled the archers. She jerked her left hand and sent cloud flames through the strings to cause the firing line of about ten archers to disperse in different directions around their target while her right hand reached into a pouch to grab a fistful of needles. First, she sent another volley of arrows her target, then she threw the needles with her right hand, which caused her knights to stand in front of her in a defensive position. She just needed one hit, just one would do.

"Stinky tan!" He said while sticking out his tongue at her. The two smaller orbs he held were released to the air as it effectively destroyed the incoming volley of arrows. That was unintentional, however. That was not the end though as another volley was launched towards him. But this time, she seemed willing enough to negotiate as she told him to tell her which doll he likes. "I can really pick one tan???" He managed to voice out in excitement before creating another series of small orbs to throw into the air. It seemed to work earlier blocking the arrows, so he did it again. But this time the moment they exploded, he launched himself at the archers with his hands covered again with those unstable deep red flames of his. He smashed them to bits like he had done before. Yet, they seemed to be endless as another series of arrows aimed at him.

His eyes narrowed distinctively as he took noticed something glistening so dreamily. That's his description of it. They were actually needles as he jumped into the air and then did a little spin while continuously releasing a series of explosive orbs. The moment they touched the ground, a frenzy of explosion rattled the gymnasium once more. Rosa's dolls were either caught in the explosion tearing them apart or thrown away. The resulting shock wave compiling with one another was enough to deflect and even destroy both arrows and needles. The damages with him kept on piling up and he had been told to keep it minimal.

Anyways, he seemed pleased with himself as things appeared to quiet down. Cornelius landed on the remaining intact floor seamlessly. A big smile on his face but instantly turned into a frown. It was because all of the dolls were broken or damaged. He can't give that to Rara. "Hey Rose tan! Bring out new ones tan! I broke them by accident tan!" His words might come up as insulting but, he was actually earnest in that request. He truly wanted to have a doll to give to Rara."Please tan? I'll give you this one tan!" He happily stated as he removed the giant cat stuffed toy from his back which served as an odd cape and then showed it to Rosa.

Apparently, he was not really taking the Vongola Cloud Guardian as a threat. But, that was to be expected as he never thought anyone of a threat.

Rosa frowned slightly. None of her attacks were making any hits, at all. Overwhelming him had no effect and neither was taking him by surprise and to top it all off, he was continually trying to mock her, at least that's what Rosa thought of it. It was really starting to annoy her. She only needed that one hit to assure herself a victory. Luckily, Rosa was still on the offensive and and the stage was set. Rosa could have easily went for the sure-kill right then, but she refused to until everything was perfect. Every move she would make from this point on would be for assurance.

"I don't need such a piece of crap," Rosa spat. The three dolls around her pointed their swords in a possible striking stance. Rosa opened more boxes around her waist to create three more identical dolls. Rosa then thrusted her palms forward, which sent all six dolls forward to attack. At that moment, she ran again, this time toward the shifting crowds of people at a somewhat frightening speed. People split to allow her to make room, but Rosa was constantly shifting directions. She was attempting to lose herself within the crowd, yet even without looking at them, somehow, Rosa could control her dolls. They move in unpredictable directions, spinning around the man and striking at random intervals with what appeared to be delicate movements, as opposed to the rather rudimentary movements of the other dolls.

Rosa's mother was still sitting on the ground clinging onto her leg, yet she was not watching the fight. Her shoulder-length hair was covering her face. She appeared to be focused on squeezing her leg, as if she were massaging it.

It was not much hard for Cornelius to follow the erratic or even the stable movements of people around him. This was probably due to his so-called eagle eyes which allows him to see everything within his line of sight with such crisp detail. He tilted his head to an angle with a pout on his lips. It seemed that this flower girl was not a nice person at all. She just called his giant feline stuffed toy a piece of crap. That was not nice at all. "So mean tan!" He then patted his toy's head in an affectionate manner while evading a strike from a doll. "Don't you listen to her Peru-Peru tan." There was another attack which he jumped away by doing a back-flip. His arms wrapped around the cat toy much like how he did with Kuro. "You're perfectly handsome tan!" This time he stepped on the head of a doll while his foot was coated with his flames which effectively destroyed it.

Landing back on the ground perfectly, he placed the cat now known as Peru-Peru by his side and then cracked some of his knuckles. "You hurt Peru-Peru's feelings tan. I'll hurt you all too tan!" After declaring that, he plunged himself towards the remaining dolls which engaged him to a fight. The idea of giving one of them to Kurai completely out of his head, for the time being. Both of his hands and feet covered once again with his unstable flames as he began to destroy the dolls before him.

Emerging from the crowd, Rosa crept quietly forward, no longer controlling the dolls. Instead, she had a fistful of wires in her hands, connected to the rings on the opposing hands. She couldn't help but grin. When was the last time she killed somebody like this? She used to be so much shorter. Well, this time, it would be easier. Rosa pounced at the taller man from behind and tossed the wires around his neck, before pulling as hard as she could, grunting while doing so. Her grip was unusually strong. She shouted "Just die already!"

Perhaps, he should nor have removed Peru-Peru on his back. It was for the better anyway, since he did not want this mean flower girl to jump on his feline toy. She was just too mean. His hands still coated with that dark red flames grabbed on to the wires strangling him. The pain induced by the attack did not bother him that much. But, he would have to admit that talking and breathing were rather difficulty to do at this moment. In any case, the wires snapped around his neck as he induced it to break apart by making its very molecules explode. After that, he grabbed the girl's arms and threw her away like a rag doll towards the panicking crowd which was not a hard thing for him to do."No piggy back rides for you tan!"

Rosa made no reaction toward getting thrown away, even as she slid on the ground, as if it didn't really matter to her. Rosa sat up quickly and examined the floor around her enemy. All the broken box weapons had burned away and all that remained were the wires, which lay motionless on the ground. Her options were running thin. Rosa attempted to reach for the knife at her side when she realized something wrong. Her right arm was missing. It lay next to her, lifelessly. There was no blood, not even a single drop of read was present anywhere. She merely frowned. It seemed that it was finally time to get serious.

"Wow tan!" That was the initial reaction Cornelius had as he saw the dismembered or rather the right term would be detached arm. "No blood, tan." He crossed his arms over his chest and had a thoughtful look on his face. That should not be possible at all. since everyone had some of liquid inside them no matter what kind color it will be. There should be blood plus, it does makes thing more colorful. His eyebrows met at the center as he was truly thinking how could this be possible.

Rosa grabbed the knife with her other hand. The blade shined brightly in the light. She stood, looking at the ground, knife to her side as if she were some sort of ragdoll. With a sudden jerk of her head, Rosa looked up at her opponent, although her appearance seemed much different. Her eyes were glowing a bright red, as if she were suddenly possessed by a demon.

Cornelius' trail of thoughts was interrupted when the Vongola Cloud Guardian spoke. He lifted his head to look at the girl and noticed that she now sports those laser-like eyes. It was like those lights in a dance party. That was rather impossible unless she was like the Matron (Annalise) with the robotic implants and all. If that was so, was he fighting with a robot all along? That was just.... so COOL!

"I've decided," she called, "that you're not only going to die, but you're going to die a fool, at the hands of a true 'Princess'." At that instant Rosa charged forward, head-first, toward her enemy with her knife raised as if she were a model of a monster or ghost in an old movie being pulled along by wires.

"Princess tan? You're a princess tan?" Somehow, Cornelius found that completely impossible. She doesn't look like a princess at all. It was more like those evil sorceress or royal maids like that stuff, definitely not a princess. Anyway, he charged as well to meet the now identified robot flower girl. It was actually a doll but, he was a blunt edge inside that head of his. He delivered an upward kick which should detach the other arm carrying the knife. After all, Cornelius' personal strength was not an illusion or the result of his flames. He was inherently inhumane in strength which also relates to combatant skills in terms of hand-to-hand. Then in one swift motion, his fist glistened with his flames again.as in one connected motion, he destroyed the wires wrapped around it.

At first, he believed it to be some kind of accessory. But, it was clear to him at only this point that it wasn't. "You’re not a princess tan." He stated as he delivered a straight punch to robotic flower girl before him who was wrapped with his quasar flames. The result of that would be similar to that of other dolls, destroyed. "You’re a robot tan!" He said with a bright smile as he believed that he was absolutely correct on that identification.

"A doll," Rosa's voice corrected, although it came from elsewhere, her mother. She appeared to be standing now, regardless of the condition of her leg. "A beautiful doll, born from my creation. Honestly, she thought she could compare to a real 'Princess'" She grinned as she wiped the hair away from her face, revealing narrow blue eyes that could have only belonged to one person. "Yet I'm getting real tired of you, breaking all my toys. Have you no sense of appreciation?"

At that moment, the woman whom looked like Rosa's mother became encompassed in violet flames until she was obscured. Then, many threads covered in Cloud flames fell away from her, revealing the true woman underneath. "I'll teach you how to appreciate true greatness," Rosa called dramatically, unsheathing her knife and presenting it facing up as if it were a sword, "Let us make incision to prove who's blood is reddest!"

As usual, Rosa was being overly dramatic.

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Tilting his head to the right side, Cornelius took a moment to look at the fractured pieces of the doll around him and then towards the other Rosa who was supposed to be the old lady who told him not to touch the children. This was bizarre. As if, the entire spectacle wasn't from the very beginning. In any case, he took a deep breath and just stopped his thinking process. It was not really good for his health as it was already hurting from all of these complicated stuffs. Anyway, he does agree to one statement the Cloud Guardian said. "Let's spill blood then tan!" A smile much like that of a child was plastered on his face as his hands and feet were coated with his flames once more. He then launched towards the Rosa who appeared from a veil of purple as the crowd parted like it did with Noah. But, this one was not filled with awe just plain fear. "I do want to see the color of your blood tan!"That would be very possible once his fists or feet connect with her form. It will be a rather bloody execution as she will suffer an internal hemorrhage. Nevertheless, he was before Rosa who held a knife in her hand. His hand raised in an angle about to deliver a straight punch to her face. Well, he was never known for his delicacy especially towards women.

Rosa always had dolls do her bidding, but in the end, she was always the puppeteer. Even the doll that had just fought Cornelius was controlled by her. Same went for that doll whom was opening all the box weapons, it was merely a box weapon that acted as an extension of her own fingers. Yet, controlling a body was different than fighting in a body. It took many long hours of practice to truly create another her, a perfect image of a perfect girl. Yet, like all dolls, it was merely an imitation of the true Princess and true beauty could never be captured by a copycat. In the same way, Rosa's true skill could not truly be replicated. After all, there was no easier puppet to control than one made of warm flesh and red blood. All impurities that were associated with such materials, Rosa had none of them. She was perfect. She knew it, she had to be. Rosa had to be perfect, after all, to defeat the enemy that towered over her. Rosa stared her opponent down, knife at the ready as he was lured into attack. Rosa tensed. Indeed, she needed to be perfect for this to work. Rosa stared up at the man's fist, eyes wide. She sneered. She was practically begging for that hit (although with her attitude, she always was).

Oblivious to what was truly waiting for him, he did not hold back from delivering the incoming punch towards Rosa's face. Her expression did not even bother him as a smile was also present on his. This was brought out by the exhilaration he feels being in a battle. It was something which had been inherent within him since he was just a babe even if it's more like he was just a child playing a game which is of life and death. But, aren't we all? In any case, Cornelius' fist was just a few inches away from Rosa's face and if it does connect. Well, he would be in a world of hurt. After all, they were not meant to do anything else other than taking the ring. Fortunately for him, his fist never made the connection. Perhaps one could liken the experience to time moving in slow motion.

After all, that would have been the only possible way to recreate the perfect movements that Rosa had to preform. Yet, in less than a second, Rosa had just narrowly dodged the fist, yet the way she spun around to her left and almost fall off balance made it appear as if she was hit. Yet, in the exact same amount of time, Rosa had spun around perfectly, knife tightly in her grasp as she quickly faced him and thrust the knife into him. Seeing it from the corner of his eyes, Cornelius without much delay blocked the knife with his coated hand. He then proceeded to deliver a knee to Rosa's arm to dislodge her of the weapon. Whether, it hits it target or delivered the desired effect. He was oblivious at the moment to what was happening around him.

Rosa, however, had let go of the knife as soon as he had caught it. Rosa then spun around Cornelius to get behind him with the end of a wire in her hand. With a jerk of the hand, all the wire that lay on the ground was lit with purple flames and began to levitate, surrounding Cornelius as if charmed by a snake charmer. Rosa took a step back and grabbed a fistful of needles from her belt and threw them at Cornelius's back all at once. They all hit, wires sticking from them. With quick yet perfect motions, Rosa spun around the disoriented Cornelius in all directions, pinning needles into him like he were a ball of yarn, wires attaching to them. Then, with a great big yank, the big wire trap closed in on Cornelius, completely encompassing him in wires and needles.

Completely unexpected, Cornelius' reaction was that of unadulterated surprise. He truly did not see that coming. Well, he was not typically thinking when he attacks. He is more of a gut feeling type of guy. Unluckily for him, it seems his manly intuition failed him. Because, he was now surrounded by a seemingly endless stream of wires with the accompaniment of needles. Truly, this was not a pleasant experience, but it was good learning material for future references on how much his skin or his flesh could handle being pierced by it.

Rosa stood a few feet away from him to open a box weapon. From it, a small doll came out, a doll that wasn't professionally made like the others, but consisted of golden straw that was similar to either of the two's hair in color. Rosa grinned as she examined it. Then, she released it into the air in front of her. It stuck in the air, like most of her dolls did, as if it were unaffected by gravity. Then, all the purple wires that hung from Cornelius suddenly reached out to attach to it, yet at the same time, they attached to Rosa, as if they were enchanted strands of silk. Purple flames ran along the wires between Rosa, the doll and Cornelius, yet while Rosa seemed unaffected, the pain they caused was clearly apparent to the latter.

Well, this definitely sucks big time. He could feel the foreign feeling of the flame crawling all over him. It was icky and completely uncomfortable. In addition, they were hurting him which was something he liked to do to others as opposed to having it done on himself. But as always, this was another episode that could be added to his learning episodes. After all, it is better to get involved in the event itself than to simply read or see it. "Now," Rosa said aloud, before giggling. She caught herself, "Now, you are under my command." Rosa jerked her right arm toward her chest. At the same time she did that, the purple flames intensified and ran toward Cornelius's equivalent arm which forced it in the same direction. In no way looked as if it had moved easily. "You, you will listen to my command," she jerked her arm backward, resulting in the same occurring to Cornelius. "That's right, everything I do, you do. Even a stupid child of a man like yourself can understand that. In fact, you should be thanking me!" Rosa bent forward to bring her head forward, which bent Cornelius' body forcefully as well, although not easily. "I took the burden of making decisions for you!"

So as far as he could observe, his body was being forcibly moved by these troublesome wires and purple flames. That is as far as his processing could get, but that was enough for him to conclude what was needed to be done. In reference for Rosa's words, he could care less about it. They were like noises of an annoying parakeet which doesn't make any sense to him. It was at best idiotic whether what that exactly count on Cornelius' dictionary would be left to the air. At the moment, he was considering breaking his promise. He had been strictly asked, actually ordered not to utilize any of his box weapons to minimize the damages and casualties. Knowing him, he tends to get a bit overexcited with his maneuvers which warranted him the task of never using his box weapons. That was a big bummer for him, but he conceded to it with few briefings with the Matron. It was at the interlude when his thoughts were disrupted by another sudden movement of his own limb. He might actually have to face the consequences of breaking the specifications of his orders.

This time around.Rosa straightened her back and rose her other arm into the air. "In fact, everything would be so much better if all the stupid common people like you just did as they were told." Rosa gestured violently, bringing her hands out in front of her, "All every human being in this filthy world needs to do is observe, admire and obey!" She violently pointed. "Obey my will, a Queen's will and everything would be perfect, because I- she pointed her fingers at her face, "am the only being with a brain among all of you insects, so easily convinced of your own superiority!" her arms shot back down and she turned away from Cornelius, whom was forced to do the same and continued to force her limbs around in order to cause pain, "None of you could know what true greatness is! That is why I am the only person truly worthy of life that has ever lived." It almost appeared she was addressing the crowd. She stomped violently with each word. "I've squashed so many of you cretins I've lost count and I am so sick of it! You all can just go kill yourselves!"

But one word from Rosa triggered something from Cornelius, his eyes of unique hues held a brief shock, then narrowed into cold anger. His face always present with a smile vanished into a thin line. There are still things in his life which he takes seriously at certain moments. As for now, Rosa had prodded on that as he gritted his teeth. "Shut up tan!!" He shouted with great irritation. The needless attached to his flesh began to peel as his entire being was covered by his own unstable bloody red flames. His inhumane strength combined with his flames grew monstrous as he wrapped his hands around a bundle of wires and yanked it towards him.The needles which before embedded on his skin began to fall as the explode by contact on the ground. It seemed they absorbed the flames he had been exuding however, it was in such vast quantities which only hastened its own instability, destroying it. "Come here you robot tan!" He still thought that Rosa was actually a robot. "Robots have no blood, so they're not alive tan! You're not alive tan!!" The surprising pull he did should outbalance Rosa and from that he was able to gain a momentum.

Rosa spun back around quickly, only to find her own movements were restricted slightly. She scowled. She thought; How the hell is he doing that? Rosa tried pulling back on the wires with her body, only to find that Cornelius' strength was much greater than her own. She grunted and shrieked as she tried to regain her control, but now it was her that was restrained. Rosa tried reaching for her knife, only to remember that it was dropped near Cornelius. Rosa flailed about screeching. This couldn't be happening! Wires which had rendered Cornelius earlier immobile and captured removed themselves from his person with such a loud snap, some exploded along the way and others reflected back to their owner with an erratic lash. Rosa fell over as her own bonds were released, paralyzed by the pain that followed. Her entire body froze in shock. What is this sensation?

As he was fully released, Cornelius moved with such frightening speed and intended to grab Rosa by the neck and then slam her to the nearby wall. But, he was not a master of precision and the acceleration he incurred caught him in a bit of a tumble as he plunged Rosa to the wall, he was unable to stop his body by propelling forward, particularly his face which neared Rosa, and the gap between soon became nonexistent as his lips landed on hers. His eyes widened in horror upon realizing this and quickly released the Rosa as he stepped back. "Cooties tan! I have cooties tan! No tan!!" He began to furiously wipe his lips as he seemed to returned to his normal cheerful, childish self, completely forgetting that he was engaged in a fight.

Rosa was barely aware of what was going on. She was filled with barely familiar sensations. Her body ached, her vision blurred and her head stung. Nonetheless, her impulsive instinct for battle was telling her to recover, to stand back up. Slowly, she did, spitting as she did so. Rosa faced the figure in front of her, dazed. She tried to make her words. "Y-you think you have the upper hand, y-" she stuttered, putting her hand up to her face, "I-I-I... I'm not, uh," it sounded as if she were forgetting her lines. Rosa brushed her hands through her hair. "I, I wont lose to such a-AH!!!" Rosa recoiled. There was blood on her fingertips. Rosa looked at them and touched her hair in disbelief. She kept recoiling ever time she touched a certain spot. She brought her hands in front of her face only to find even more blood had been wiped on them. Rosa's hair was caked with it. Her jaw was dropped. "N..." her breathing became shaky. Then she screamed, "NOOOOOO!!!!!" Rosa dropped to her knees, clutching her head regardless of the pain and screamed profusely. Her eyes were squeezed shut. She appeared to have the mannerism of a child.

Cornelius stopped from wiping his lips and looked at the robot Rosa. Yes, he still thinks that girl is a robot. But then again, she was bleeding... So... That means, she isn't anymore? He blinked his eyes a few times to make sure that it was truly blood he was seeing. It seemed to be pretty legit. ”Oi Rose tan."He approached the girl and then lowered himself to the ground just before her. ”You still alive tan?" Well, he wasn't supposed to kill her, right? That part of the mission discussion, he heard while playing a video game. That little bump on the head won't be enough to kill her right? Unless, she's like humpty dumpty who falls down and all. ”Red looks good on you tan! Rose are red tan!" That was as far as color comprehension that Cornelius could think of. Then, he took a look at her hands. It was then he remembered what he was supposed to take. ”Oh tan! the Ring tan!" That's right. He needed to have the ring. It was something he had to have and return with. ”Can I have it now tan?" He asked as politely as possible and have a bright smile completely unaware of the effects of what his actions did to the Cloud Guardian.

Rosa's screaming had died down to what sounded like a barely audible sob, although Rosa was hardly moving. The sob became a bit more audible, although it didn't quiet sound like a sob. It was turning more into a sort of chuckle. That quiet chuckle turned into a relieved giggle and then into a very audible one, as if she heard something funny. She took a deep breath and brought her hands over her face, which was covered by her hair. "My blood," she said hesitantly, "Is really red, isn't it? Rosa brought her hands up, showing her rings and the small amounts of blood wiped on her fingers. "Do you have any idea how long it took me to do my hair today?" She giggled. "I suppose it's all fucked up now," Another giggle. "And the scars. Oh yes, the scars will look pretty ugly. The scars I'm going to put on you!" Rosa wrapped her hands around Cornelius' neck and tackled him onto the ground, headbutting him as she did so. "MY perfect hair! MY perfect skin! MY perfect kill! AND YOU! YOU!" She shook at his neck as she yelled.

Well, that turned out better than anyone could expected that's what Cornelius would like to say. However, it was not so. He soon found himself on the floor with a visibly smaller girl on top of him. Her hands around his neck with all intent and purpose to probably strangle him to death. But, what actually hurt him was not that but the headbutt which hit him in the noggin, so to speak. He got a bit dazed there but not enough to break skin, still more than enough to create a noticeable bruise and bump as time passes on. Anyway, he regained his own senses as he wrapped his hands around hers. At the end of the day, he was physically stronger than her. [b]”Ca--lm down, al--ready tan!”[b] He managed to say as he finally removed the hands from his neck which allowed him to speak and in the process slipping off her ring, well, the ring that mattered which was a good thing. Since, that act was out of pure accident.The action did not stop there as they rolled around a bit before stopping where he was now on top of her. His hand holding her wrists together in place to stop it from all of that flailing around or making it go around his neck. [b]”I don't know what you mean by perfect tan! But, I think you're beautiful tan.”[b] This was said in the most honest of observation. [b]”So calm down now tan!”[b] With that said, Cornelius removed himself from her while doing a pair of backward cartwheels giving them enough distance. That was then, he felt something on his hand. Taking a look, it was the ring he was ordered to take. His eyes brighten like a child who received the sweetest treat. [b]”Ooooh!!! I finally got it tan! Yay me tan!”[b] He announced while doing some sort of giddy victory dance, totally ignoring the fact that Rosa was still there or rather still conscious. He then took a moment to look at the ring. [b]”What so special about this ring anyway tan?”[b] It was as a comment as he continued on. [b]”It seemed weak to me.”[b] He stated nonchalantly as he gave Rosa a side-glance. [b]”Right Rose tan?”[b]

"That's, that's not my name," Rosa wheezed, struggling to get back on her feet. Her breathing was in sharp audible gasps and her legs were shaky. She felt weak and not only physically so. Her opponent was just too overwhelmingly strong and Rosa herself was hurt. Worst of all, she was hurt in front of an entire room of people. Rosa had never felt so ashamed in her entire life and it made her wish the man would just go ahead and kill her. Only, she still had life in her. It wasn't too late. Even if she was going to be beaten within an inch of her life, she was not going to lose. Rosa rose her other fist, on it remained her other ring, her Storm Ring.

Blinking his eyes owlishly, Cornelius wondered if she got her name wrong. It was not that far-fetched really. He doesn't like reading blocks and blocks of text so... If Rose wasn't her name was it some other type of flower? This was making his head ache with all the thinking. This Cloud Guardian really does like making things complicated than it should be. "It's RoSA," she hissed, her accent becoming uncharacteristically thick. She pulled one of her open box weapons out of her belt and presented it in her hand. Her knife, which was laying on the ground a few yards away, suddenly erupted into a small fireball as it rushed back into the box. As soon as it entered, the box closed. Rosa brought her other hand up, the one with the Storm ring, as a brilliant red flame erupted from it. Rosa may have been the guardian of Cloud, yet she had two flames coursing through her body, the purple of nobility, Cloud, and the red of power, Storm. Though her Storm ring wasn't nearly as strong as the Vongola ring, the quality of the ring was not the only thing that determined the purity of the flame. Rosa's scarlet flame blazed brilliantly and intensely. It was the last of her remaining resolve, after all, and resolve was the only thing that was allowing her to move.

With a swift motion, Rosa smashed her fist into the box, more intensely than she should have and it opened, a great plume of flames being released from it, materializing into the form of a knife, only the blade was completely encompassed in bright red flames and was twice as long as it normally was. Rosa held it backwards in her hand unsteadily, bringing her arm across her body and making a battle pose.

Ohh... Rosa... So, that's the name? Well, he just got the last letter wrong. Sheesh! But, his attention was completely taken by her lighting presentation. Yes, that is what Cornelius is calling it. It was rather impressive as he whistled in appreciation while nodding his head in approval. Well, if she doesn't make it to the robot business, she can be a pyrotechnician. "Fight me!" she called, "I can't accept a conclusion until one of us is dead!". Regardless of whether her opponent was going to fight her or not, Rosa attacked, going for a jab from above, aiming for his neck. Rosa could barely think about what she was doing, her mind didn't permit her to think rationally. It was operating on overdrive on its own.

Very interesting, Cornelius' smile changed into that of calculative one. His eyes narrowed not in annoyance. It was due to a possibility of a good fight. Well, what they were having is something he considered more of a spar. [b]”Okay, I got time to play with you tan.”[b]. His smile was now that of a taunting smirk and his eyes danced it excitement. He met Rosa head-on by propelling himself forward with a mere push of his feet and then deflected the wrist holding her weapon from aiming to his neck. It was done with a tap of his hand which was followed by him with a right knee to the stomach of Rosa.

Rosa jumped back and bent over to avoid the full blow of the knee, it only grazing her and countered by swinging at his chest. Swinging her arm all the way to her right side, she flipped the knife in her hand so it faced forward and went for an upward jab at his shoulder. Yet, before she moved her arm, she attempted to wrap her right leg around her left one to lock him in place.

With a smile, Cornelius did a back-flip to avoid Rosa's intention of locking him in place and when that arm swing put into motion, he gripped her wrist and twisted it, placing the limb behind her. [b]”Entertain me more, Rosa tan.”[b] He whispered beside her ear before he released her with an elbow to the back. Rosa stumbled forward but quickly regained her stance, spinning back around and feinting an attack with her left fist before attacking from the other side with her knife, following up the attack with a kick to his shin.

In an instant, Cornelius grabbed the ankle of the foot meant to kick him while bending his body backwards with an amazing angle. After doing so, he pulled Rosa by that hold and then used that to slam her down to the ground. He then straightened himself while stretching his arms a bit. He looked over his shoulders with those eyes of his filled with sadistic enjoyment. Rosa's head buzzed as her body complained. This feeling called pain wasn't as pleasant when it was consistent and sharp like this. The body was decaying, it was running out of energy. Rosa wasn't used to expending this much energy and her strength was all but gone. She hardly had any strength left to stand, yet her mind, devoid of all remaining reason, told her to stand and suck it up. She rose her knife. He had to die. Rosa needed to kill him once and for all. She wouldn't be humiliated by him anymore.

The blonde hair and the sadistic grin. Rosa wouldn't lose to him again. Rosa screamed as she struck. [b]”How boring tan...”[b] Cornelius noted as he allowed Rosa to come at him and when she stepped over to his proclaimed private space. His hand reached out by grabbing her wrist once more. This time, he added a pressure which was so closed to breaking that fragile bones of hers. It was for her to release the knife and when the sound of it clattered to the ground. His other hand struck like that of a cobra and clasped that neck of hers in a vice grip. [b]”And here I thought I was going to get something exciting out of you tan.”[b] His voice has a coldness in contrast with his earlier chidlsih and warm tone. He lifted Rosa off the ground which was not a hard thing for him to do. His grip tightened restricting the passage of air entering her system. [b]”So, why don't you just disappear Rosa tan.”[b]

After saying that, his hand further closed the passageway of her air. In his eyes, he could see the struggle Rosa was having with her oxygen being cut off by his hand. It was clear he has no intentions of releasing her neck because his intention really was to kill the girl. However, a voice echoed inside his head. It regained him some of sense and the recollection that he was not supposed to kill. With that said, he released Rosa to the ground. [b]”I almost forgot tan. What a bummer tan. Weaklings should just run away tan.”[b] He noted as he looked at Rosa. [b]”Don't challenge someone you are no match against tan. You'll live a longer life tan.”[b]With that said, he returned to his bright smile. [b]”And that is how the Evil Menance is defeated tan!”[b] It was clear that at this very moment Rosa was way out of her league.