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Sora Rizzo

"Whose World is this? Mine!"

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a character in “Katekyō Hitman REB0RN!: The Next Generation”, as played by KumoriKitsune

Description

Rizzo Guardian of the Star

Sora Rizzo


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❝Whose World is this? Mine!❞

The World is Yours | Nas







❋ Full name ❋
Sora Rizzo

❋ Age ❋
16

❋ Gender ❋
Male

❋ Sexuality ❋
Whatever comes

❋Box weapon ❋
Aut Corvi
This box weapon sends a flurry of crows to support Sora on his skateboard. These crows produce a flame that will greatly boost the speed of the skateboard and allow the skateboard to fly using the multitude of crows wings.
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❋Flame type ❋
Star - Sora uses the Star flame. He has great control of illusions and can slightly alter a persons reality or completely bring them into a complex worlds by changing what they perceive. This has helped him win numerous times when gambling in the Mafia underground.

❋ Abilities ❋
Sora's main ability to is change the perceived reality of those around by affecting their five senses. They can be small simple illusions or grand ones that will lead a person into his own world. He is very perceptive and can recognize and dispel illusions.
Sora can have people enter his illusion through three different methods: Eye contact, physical touch, or touching something he has previously touched/cast an illusion on.

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❋ Face Claim ❋

Yata Misaki from K Project





❋ Height & Weight ❋
5'9 and 130 lb

❋ Hair color/Length/Quality ❋
Brown hair

❋ Eye color ❋
Light brown eyes

❋ Birthmarks/Scars/Tattoos/Piercings ❋
Has one star in both his eyes

❋ Physical Description ❋
Tall and slender build for his age.



[Likes] [Dislikes]
oCards Arrogant peoplex
oAny form of game Annoying people x
oSkateboard Tedious tasks x





❋ Techniques ❋
Skateboard/Fists/Martial Arts
Sora is gifted at close range hand to hand combat and does fairly well with a rare set of gloves he won from the Mafia underground. The Elemental Gloves allows him to produce a different flame in his fists while fighting. He also carries around his flame fueled skateboard which lets him get around swiftly.

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Alter Perception
Sora can slightly alter a person's reality to change their perception on things. For example, if you were playing cards and have a full house in your hand (king, queen, jack, 10, 9) and decide to play your cards. As soon as they are played, you would see that all you have is a 2, 6, 8, 9, and a King the whole time. A hand that is easily beaten.

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Forever in a day
This illusion will take the victim through years of torture through weapons, pains, and calamities that would same to last forever; however, once the illusion is removed, only a few seconds in reality has really passed. The victim will feel that physical and mental pain from the illusion.

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Twilight Zone
Sora can create a powerful illusion that will turn everyone's perceived reality into black, white and no sense of direction. There will be copies of people, no set directions to walk in, a pitch black world with stars everywhere and in this state a person is completely frozen in an illusion.

Madness/Insanity
Sora pulls a person into the state of depravity and all they can see is madness around them. The person will break into a uncontrollable rage and will go berserk.

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Elemental Gloves
Sora's gloves can take the properties of five flame types: Sky, Sun, Storm, Rain, and Mist(Star). These gloves can produce these flames and also absorb a portion of an attack from these flame types to lessen the damage.
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❋ Personality ❋
Sora has a very high strung personality and tends to speak before he thinks. This sometimes gets him into trouble especially when he wants to cause mischief; however, in fights or games he becomes another person. Everything is focused on calculations and making the next best move to victory. In a normal environment, you can call him a 'troublemaker', but really he's just a guy looking to have fun and a good time. He makes the best out of every moment and tries to enjoy each and every day.
❋ Romantic Interest ❋
None

❋ Family ❋
Kenshin Rizzo - Father (Dead)

❋ History ❋
Sora is the son of the departed, Kenshin Rizzo, who was in over his head in the Mafia underground. Kenshin, the previous Star Guardian, used his illusion abilities to his advantage to gamble in the Mafia underground. Here people gambled for box weapons, rare items, illegal goods, and sometimes even people. Kenshin took a particular interest in the rare goods, weapons, box weapons, and items he could use and find for himself and the Rizzo. Sora sometimes went with him to learn the 'tricks of the trade' from his father and even had practice on how to produce an illusion over cards to change their values. He continued to amass goods until one day he was forced to play a game for his life and his illusions were completely dispelled during the game. This game had then became a game of skill with the cards which Kenshin wasn't particularly talented at. Kenshin completely lost and the person he played against was completely veiled so Sora was not able to identify this man. As a result, he was killed and a fair amount of his box weapons, and items were taken and sold back into the underground. This left Sora fatherless at the age of 7.

Sora like his father, begun practicing his illusions for the underground for 4 years then begun to actually put it to practice. He also began studying methods of card tricks while shuffling to get the perfect hand, how to slide cards swiftly into your hands, chess strategies, and all forms of games where wagers could be made. His goal was to regain his father's lost treasures, and to find his father's killer to kill him in the same manner. He started with gambling small amounts of money, then began to move up the ladder. He sometimes took box weapons from the Rizzo family to gamble, sometimes lost, and other times won until he could master his ability to win with illusions. After years of continuously gambling in the underground, his 'winning streak' became well known and people suspected that there was a trick to it. He had won too many box weapons and rare items for it to just be luck. A couple of times after winning a game, the losing party would try to attack Sora, but he would escape using illusions to break the will of his opponents. He has never found his father's killer, but he continues his search while enjoying the games along the way.



So begins...

Sora Rizzo's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Miku "Elizabeth" Risso Character Portrait: Cain  Vongola Character Portrait: Joel Lambe Character Portrait: Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo Character Portrait: Trevor Twenty-Seventh Rizzo Character Portrait: Murasaki Eri
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Alastor puckered his lips, forcing the cool evening air through his teeth thusly pursed. Instantly, a melodious tune filled the area around him, drowning out the crickets that, to him, were chirping in honor of his immense glory and unbridled resplendence. He continued to whistle some upbeat tune as he lay relaxed on his back, his hands behind his head, acting as a makeshift pillow.

As he sucked in air through his nose, an all-too-familiar scent saturated his olfactories. At first, the smell was sweet. Cloying even, like an overly ripe fruit. Under the smell's saccharine visage, however, was an overbearing metallic stink that mercilessly jabbed at his nose like a skewer, causing him to crinkle his nostrils every now and then.

Alastor opened his eyes, looking up at the sky above him and the infinite blackness of the space beyond it. The stars, innumerable and indescribable in their beauty, twinkling in the sky. The moon, centerpiece of the night sky, as mellow and calm as it was luminous. A lonely comet hurdled by in the far distance, leaving a thin white streak in its wake—or was it an asteroid? Alastor scoffed, using his arms to push himself up to a sitting position. He was never sure of such things.

The act of making himself vertical forced him to cease his whistling, which somehow made the smell that'd pervaded the air that much worse. Looking around, Alastor noted the source of the coppery scent.

Blood.

It was sort of everywhere, though Alastor certainly couldn't be blamed for that. These Vongola mafioso had decided to resist, and resistance always ended sloppily where he was concerned.

He sighed, replaying events in his head. He asked them politely if this was the location of the Vongola's Namimori headquarters. They told him he "wasn't allowed on the roof" or whatever and pulled guns on him. Blah blah blah, he snapped his fingers, bang bang bang. And now they're all dead.

"Totally not my fault," he said aloud to the closest corpse. The poor man or woman wasn't even recognizable as a human corpse anymore—more like a spattering of meat and expensive fabrics across the floor. Alastor poked at the gooey remains with the toe of his expensive black dress shoe, dying its anterior a dark crimson. Continuing to look around, he noted the positions of the other former Vongolas. Two others, to be precise.

They resembled flies splattered across a windshield. Their skulls were crushed in, their limbs embedded into the wall at odd angles, blood dripping from their assorted remains, pooling below them like a leaky faucet. Alastor smirked. Looked like a truck smashed them into the wall going a hundred miles an hour. Couldn't have been all that pleasant a ride, either.

Oh well.

Alastor leaned backwards, resting his head against the cool metal structure that jutted out of the ground at his back, his stringy black hair in stark contrast with its sterile hospital-white surface. It was tall, perhaps six or seven feet in height, and became thinner the closer you got to its center. Honestly, it looked awkward and foreign jutting out of the lightly variegated rooftop as it was, like some sort of alien space needle. It wasn't hard to imagine that it didn't belong there, or anywhere in this time period for that matter. If you listened carefully, you could hear a metronomic ticking coming from the tower, in tune with the sways and rhythm of time itself.

The Rizzo leader was extremely fatigued after having brought his team all the way over here just an hour or so prior. He could barely keep his eyes open, and switching positions seemed to have burned up the last of his energy. Just five minutes, he promised himself, yawning. Sure enough, with his legs folded beneath him and his hands in his lap, Alastor drifted into a light and wholly content slumber.

Surely the party downstairs would be heating up soon, with all the actors playing their proper roles.


**



"Do you have to follow me around?" Came a boy's voice, light and fluffy but altogether devoid of feeling, as if from a robot feigning humanity. Like his voice, the boy's face was equally stolid and impassive, even as he spoke in an almost accusatory fashion to his would-be stalker.

"Don't be droll, Trevor," his follower responded in a voice just as high and childlike, but with a distinct edge of authority. "I just wanna see who you're gonna talk to."

Trevor didn't respond, instead shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his black suit pants, the gentle lustrous fabric coming down to rest lightly upon the ankles of his dark gray and silver gym shoes. He wasn't a fan of dress shoes. They had a tendency to fall off whilst he was piloting his C-Frame, his anti-alien combat armor. Plus, they were generally uncomfortable, even in the future.

Under his unfastened Jacquard-stitched suit jacket, black enough to match his debonair dress pants, was a collared shirt, a rich resonant gray in color. Tucked in, top unbuttoned. The dress shirt matched his eyes perfectly—a vibrant ghostly gray. A gaunt black tie had been fastened under his collar by his handlers, but he'd loosened it with his fingers the moment he was free, leaving it to hang almost awkwardly to the side, its tail flapping up ever so slightly as he walked. He really disliked ties. They were relics of the past, like little choking devices. Bleh.

Top met bottom at the belt area, where Trevor sported a custom-made black leather belt featuring the Rizzo family insignia on the buckle. The look was completed by a thin dark gray fabric that sat upon his shoulders like a scarf, descending down to the small of his back. It was a gift he'd received from a dear friend a while back. It was made of a fireproof future material that, when heated, changed colors—usually to a flat light purple. Gifts were a rare thing for Trevor, so he treasured each and every one. Specifically, he wore the scarf everywhere he could get away with it.

All in all, his garb was an unorthodox mix of the urban and the dapper. He thought he looked stupid, all dressed up and what not, but he'd been told he looked "like a real Rizzo".

"You look like a real Rizzo, Trev," his now-definitely-a-stalker said aloud, as if reading the boy's thoughts, "though you really should fix the tie. Want me to do it? You know I can."

Trevor picked up his pace, throwing a look over his shoulder instead of responding verbally. The boy that was following him had to be about as old as Trevor himself: around twelve or so. He had stringy black hair that resembled Trevor's own stocky dark hair, too. They were even dressed similarly, with his follower garbed in lightly-pressed black slacks and a short white dress shirt that wasn't tucked in. Like Trevor, the other boy's suit jacket was unbuttoned, its tails swaying back and forth as he walked, his expensive black dress shoes clicking and clacking across the floor as he picked up his pace, lest he be left behind. The boy moved with a regal swagger, as if he somehow owned the place.

To any onlooker, the two could easily pass as brothers.

In his hurry to lose this stalker, Trevor neglected to keep track of where he was going and collided painfully with someone, nearly losing his balance. Ripping his hands from his pockets in an attempt to steady himself, he took an uncertain step backwards, looking up at whom he'd unintentionally accosted.

For the first time in quite a while, Trevor's stolid demeanor fractured, his eyes widening in genuine surprise at the person before him. Dressed in an all-black suit, the man was much taller than he was, that's for sure. He had rough, untamed black hair that fell down around his eyes as bangs. If Trevor were much taller, he might not've been able to make eye contact, but peering at an upward angle as he did allowed their eyes to meet. He noted the red tint of the man's irises and instantly felt an overpowering sense of... something.

Though impossible to notice by simply looking at him, Trevor's knees were shaking. His traitorous palms had become sweaty. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, like a racehorse pounding down the pavement. It was all very odd. He hadn't experienced anything like this since...

Well, since he fought his first alien four or so years ago, when he was eight. It's your purpose. He remembered one of the scientists from the facility telling him. It is the sole reason for your existence. A weapon for humanity. For the Rizzo. But now he was here. Back in the past. To fight the Vongola of legend that he'd read so much about growing up as a proverbial (or not) lab rat.

And now there was one standing right in front of him—he noticed immediately. And he'd managed to introduce himself by rudely bumping into him. Great.

There was an awkward silence before Trevor mustered the courage to speak, breaking eye contact by looking off to the side.

"Sorry. Um," he began, gulping audibly. "Hi. Sorry." He apologized a second time. "You're... um..." He paused, licking his lips and bringing his hands together in front of him. Subconsciously, he began to twiddle his thumbs. When he began again, he spoke as if possessed, with little to no air between his words. "You're Joel Lambe, the Vongola's Lightning Guardian. Adopted son of Lambo, five feet nine inches in height, one-hundred and forty five pounds, 18 in this time period, goes by the alias Ohm, and whose various interests include—"

A firm hand on the boy's shoulder interrupted his panicked drawl. Trevor turned his head in confusion to see his stalker standing next to him.

"Hey there, Vongola," the stalker began, meeting the man's eye without a single ounce of hesitation. "Nice place y'all got here. I'm Alastor," he said his name as if it were of the highest royalty, bowing deeply at the waist before continuing. "My buddy the talker over here is Trevor. Apparently, he's a huge fan." The words came out with just the slightest hint of sarcasm.

The boy Alastor stared up at the man, this "Joel," with the petite disarming smile of a happy-go-lucky child fresh upon his face; however, the boy's eyes told a different story—one of maturity, hostility, and ill intent.

"Can we trouble ya for an autograph?"


**



Elsewhere in the gymnasium, a gaggle of business executives in sharp multi-thousand dollar suits sipped their drinks and laughed at each other's off-kilter jokes.

"And then I told him just like this I told him," one of the executives began, his nasally voice catching in his throat. He was a short portly man with bulbous sunken eyes and posture so bad he had to walk with a cane in one hand and a wine glass in the other. "No, I like firing people!" With the way he spoke, it was obvious he was attempting an impersonation of someone, however nasally.

Apparently that was the punch line, because the other three executives busted out in raucous laughter, careful not to spill their drinks as they slapped their knees in unbridled glee. As they quieted down, another of the execs spoke up.

"I've got one," he said, his voice a deep baritone full of the weight and power of his position. He was obviously as accustomed to being the center of attention as he was demanding it, and demand it he did. The other executives each turned their bodies to face him, acknowledging him fully. Something about this man demanded their respect. Demanded their adoration. Demanded their eyes be on him at all times.

Far above all others, the man was like some sort of royalty—like a god—and he knew it. He moved with a royal air. He talked with a royal authority. He had a royal presence. There were none here greater than him, and everyone knew it, none more so than he.

He took a sip from his tall ornate glass cup before speaking again. The others followed suit.

"I recently encountered a family not too long ago," he began, bringing the drink away from his face and down to his side. He was quite a bit taller than six feet, and so towered above his fellows. "This family was particularly powerful, but they managed holdings that I wished to acquire, and were generally in my way."

The executives reacted with looks of mock shock upon their faces, one of them going so far as to silently mouth the words "no way".

"So," the man continued, "my guardians and I killed them all." He spoke as cavalierly as one would when conversing about the weather. "We removed their very existences from history itself, along with the existences of everyone connected with them. When we were done with their motley crew, it was as if they never were."

There was an awkward silence as the executives eyed their fellow CEO with looks of incredulity. Said man, for his part, simply took another sip of his drink, eyeing each of them in response. When they noted the sincerity in his eyes, their expressions transitioned from that of incredulous humor to abject fear. One of them even took a step backwards, jaw hanging. The others were similarly speechless.

If the man acknowledged the awkwardness of the situation before him, it didn't show. At all. The expression on his face was one of absolute tranquility—of a man so sure of himself that he regards his own confidence as one would a law of Physics. His hair, as pitch black as the night sky, was styled into a spiky configuration, the gel holding his hair up against gravity as if it were suspended in time. He wore a black pinstriped suit, buttoned properly, with a white undercoat and silver tie. His expensive black dress shoes reflected the ceiling of the gymnasium above.

He projected power. Raw. Dangerous.

With one final gulp, the man finished his drink, setting the glass down on a nearby table. The sound reverberated through the gaggle like a slap, knocking them from their stupor. The executive closest to the man found his courage first, speaking up.

"Excuse me, sir, b-but... are you serious?"

The man turned to him and raised his hand, slowly reaching inside his jacket. When he quickly removed a card, the other executives flinched slightly.

"The name's Alastor," the man said, responding to the executive's question with a curt gesture and a business card. The poor executive wilted under the force of Alastor's intense gaze, timidly grabbing at the card as if seeking permission. After a few grabs, Alastor allowed him to take it. "Alastor Rizzo." When he smirked, it was an expression devoid of humor or happiness. The malice in his eyes was palpable. "Look me up some time."

At that he swiveled on his heel, turning his back to the men. He was bored with them.

With both hands he straightened his tie.

It was almost time.

In his peripheral vision he spotted a girl with short straight pink hair moving about. Immediately, he knew who and what she was: one of the infamous Vongola.

Perfect.

As he moved towards her, he fought to keep down his smirk, though he couldn't keep the animus from his eyes. It was one of the few things that was truly beyond him.

"Hello, miss," he said as he walked up to her, holding out his hand. "You wouldn't happen to be one of those Vongola guardians I've heard so much about, now would you?"

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Character Portrait: Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo Character Portrait: Shaji Ai Character Portrait: Sora Rizzo
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Sora adjusted his tie in an attempt to make his suit more comfortable for himself. He thought to himself,"man, I hate formal attire. Why did Alastor tell me I had to dress up and not the others?" He recalled a word from Alastor's before arriving at headquarters "Behave." In the past, Sora knows he has had a tendency to 'jump the gun' causes a few more problems than necessary, but it all works out in the end. Sora had followed Alastor into the building and witnessed how he shook the business executives. Sora thought,"well if he can do that, then I'm sure just a little fun won't be a problem."

The frightened executives merely sat at the table in silence while one held Alastor's card.

"Well you all are a lively bunch," said Sora as he pulled out a deck of cards. "Why not play a couple of games with me to pass the time?" The men at first were a tad bit reluctant, but they all ordered another round of drinks then began to play Texas Hold'Em.

"Ah, looks like I've won again!" shouted one of the tipsy businessman.

"You're pretty good at this game," said Sora as collected the cards.

"I'm the best, no need to remind me," the man replied.

"Really now, would you like to put your money where your mouth is?" said Sora with a small gleam in his eye, "I'll wager this." He pulled out keys to the latest Honda car model from his pocket. "Mine against yours?"

The other businessmen hyped him up because they believed that this would be a steal. The businessman confident on his previous winning streak replied, "It'll be your loss. Sure." He slammed down his car keys on the table. "Well, I guess you're losing you car today kid." Sora grabbed the deck of cards.

"One round, one game. The best hand wins."

A smirk appeared on Sora face. He begun shuffling so swiftly that a normal man could barely keep up. He quickly dealt the cards to the man and they both had their hands.

The businessman's face lit up, "My boy...I'll give you the chance to back out now. If not, I'll play my hand now."

"No, I'm fine...go ahead," replied Sora.

They both threw down their hands. "Aha! A Straight Flush! Beat that!" yelled the businessman.

The other businessmen remained silent and just stared at him. "What, what?! Why are you looking at me like this?"

The businessman looked down at the hand he played and there was a 2, 4, 6, King, and Queen. He grew pale and wondered how his hand could have switched from a straight flush to this. All Sora had was one pair of King's meaning he won. Sora picked up the keys, "Well it was pretty fun mister, maybe you were just a bit drunk."

Sora left the now car-less businessman and had keys to his new ride. The previous keys he held dissolved in the air. "Well I've wasted enough time...I'll go see what the others are doing." He continued walking along after Alastor.

The setting changes from Earth to Vongola Headquarters in Japan

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Miku "Elizabeth" Risso Character Portrait: Cain  Vongola Character Portrait: Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo Character Portrait: Flandre Valiere Character Portrait: Shaji Ai Character Portrait: Sora Rizzo
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A princess sat in her little chariot, watching those whom walked with green eyes, not unlike Hashihime, the bridge princess whom waits long nights for her lover to return. She wore a beautiful white gown and white heels, but she could only sit, waiting not for her lover, but for the time to attack, like the bridge princess Hashihime, a demon fueled by jealousy. What sparked this jealousy is unknown even to her, but a wave of green had washed over her and made her want to squirm.

Initially, she was quite upset, having been left stranded there. Another one of the guardians was supposed to be in charge of her, but that person had ran off somewhere, leaving her alone and afraid. Indeed, Flandre wanted to be less dependent on others, but the transition was very difficult.

Flandre could have decided to simply wear a long gown and let the Starbow run free, hidden under the gown, but she would have looked unnaturally tall and would slide across the ground as if she were the snow wraith Yuki-Onna. So, she sat as the Hashihime, a green-eyed monster. She felt as if she were the lightning of which strikes the tallest of trees.

With her green eyes (of which are actually amber) she watched the other guardians of Rizzo, and watched for the Vongola as well. The Boss, Alastor of Space, was speaking with one of the Vongola, the three-eyed creature whom of which was the Vongola's Mist guardian. She, like the Mist, wore an expression that masked everything about her, including the ugly third eye of which marked her origin, an alien, like those whom bully Earth and destroyed her country. To wear her expression, Flandre thought, must be absolutely terrible. Yet a bland color was better than none.

For Space to be interacting with the Alien, well, it seemed only natural. Alastor was a person Flandre felt absolutely powerless against, despite being of royalty. He red eyes pierced through the hearts of the weak and the strong and drove through any obstructions. Flandre found no comfort from him, even with that kind mask he often put on. Flandre was jealous about how Alastor was planning on taking on the Boss himself, something of which Flandre wished to do to prove herself worthy, but she couldn't possibly look him in the eyes and take something from him. To wear the expression that made all bow to one's will was a color Flandre wished to experience.

Approaching them ever so casually was a lonely Star. Flandre had been watching him with her green eyes cheat his way into winning himself a car, of which he is likely never to use, as long as the plan went as smoothly as Alastor had planned it (and if it didn't, may God be willing enough to spare them Alastor's rage, an expression Flandre hoped never to see) they would only be back for a day at the very most, even only a few hours if Alastor had the strength to bring them all back to the present. Using illusions to meet his ends, blinding the truth, he was almost as bad as the three-eyed monster, yet Flandre trusted on him and depended on him as equally as she did on the other guardians. Of course, being forgotten and forced to wait for those whom of which she relied on, like Hashihime, gave her an idea about the exact extent the other guardians cared for her. She was merely an extra weight that needed to be pushed around on wheels, and it made her jealous. If Flandre's eyes turned any greener, she could have gouged them out and sold them as expensive emeralds that Aphrodite would be jealous of, yet they would have been the eyes of a green-eyed monster so terrible that they would even cause Typhon, king of monsters, to shudder, but not Alastor.

The green eyes searched the room for another, the one person Flandre couldn't possibly be jealous of. The Vongola Eleventh. His clothing was absolutely unrefined and his demeanor seemed more like that of a brat than a Boss that could be respected like Alastor. He could walk, Flandre knew well, but he had wheels for feet as well, like herself, the one thing they had in common besides how pitiful they both were. This Vongola Eleventh isn't a man yet, like the great boss Flandre had read so much about. Plus, when Alastor dealt with him, he wouldn't even be that great Vongola boss that she read about, oh poor him! There was one thing, however, that troubled her. The Comet guardian, the girl of two shades of the same color, of two expressions, seemed to be speaking with him ever so casually. Did she not realize that this was the boy that they would kill? Perhaps the boy was even more pitiful, being totally unaware of the person he was talking to being a person whom was also planning on killing him. Maybe Comet wanted to kill the boy as badly as she did, to gain Alastor's approval, oh it made her squirm!

But the one thing that probably upset Flandre the most was how calm the boy was. He was so pitiful, it was something to be jealous about! Flandre just wanted to kill him! In fact, she decided that was exactly what she would do. Perhaps Alastor would praise her for defying him, as the strong can only respect the strong, like she did. Flandre felt the boy had absolutely no chance against her. He walked on wheels for fun, she walked on wheels because her life depended on it. He was a brat, she was a princess, a strong chevalier, a perfect doll. He had a flame of the limited Sky, she had a flame of which didn't even exist before! A flame of the endless Space, a flame which represented that of which could not even be properly observed! Why doesn't he observe her?! Does the Sky not know how to look up? What filled this green-eyed monster with envy the most was the fact that she was the green-eyed one. It should have been he that looked upon her with green eyes, but instead, he was busy chasing Comets whizzing by his head. She was envious that he was envy-free. Flandre wanted the Vongola to see nothing but her, as she shall be the most important thing in his life, before she ended his pitiful existence.

"Look at me," she whispered, scowling and biting her fingernails, "Like Hashihime, whom slaughters lovers that cross her lonely bridge."

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"Yes," the pink haired girl replied, her voice devoid of any semblance of feeling or empathy. In this she reminded this elder Alastor of Trevor, one of his more fearsome guardians back in his proper timeline. For some reason, that caused a jackal's grin to spread slowly across his face. "I am the current Guardian of the Mist for the Vongola."

Though he feigned a polite ignorance as to her true identity, Alastor had quite a bit of intel on this Vongola. Perhaps more than he did on any of the other guardians. This "girl" was a traitor to her species. One of their slaves.

Disgusting.

As the mist guardian completed her sentence, Alastor did something unexpected. In one moment, he was towering over her, but in the next, as if time itself had skipped a frame, he had her right hand firmly gripped in his own, and was actively pulling her towards him.

With the girl sufficiently caught off guard, the man kneeled slightly, careful not to wrinkle his expensive suit. Slowly, methodically, he placed his lips an inch or so away from her ear. He was close enough to feel the force of her presence against his cheek, to hear the air escape her lungs, to see the veins in her head pumping, to smell her scent—the rancid stench of a blood traitor.

"Can your eye see me for what I really am, Shaji Ai?" He whispered his rhetoric, pronouncing each syllable carefully. Delicately. Menacingly. He tightened his grip on her hand with intent to injure, noting with thinly veiled glee her Vongola ring pressing into the skin of his palm.

Easy. So easy it would be to take from this freak. To take her ring. To take her dignity. To take everything that she was and destroy it, as was his birthright. For, in the parallel timeline from which this particular Alastor hailed, he was head of the Rizzo famiglia and more. He was a planetary king—a god!—and people like this girl?

They were the peasants. They were the nothings. They were mere obstacles, standing in the shade of his glory. His power.

Alastor barely stifled a sigh upon releasing the girl's hand. She was not the Vongola whom he was brought here to accost. She was not his target.

"Disappear," he muttered, sauntering away with a princely air. And with that, he was done with her. To him, it was as if she hadn't even existed in the first place.

The entire incident lasted no more than a dozen seconds, Alastor once again straightening his tie with a series of curt professional gestures as he walked. This was the third time he'd straightened it since he'd arrived.

In front of the man was a gaggle of peasants, all blathering on about nothing. Three people soon caught his eye, however.

One was a boy, tall and slender, with light brown eyes and brown hair. This one seemed to be following him, albeit with a modicum of tact. Alastor immediately pegged him as this timeline's Star guardian. A powerful ally he will make one day, Alastor thought to himself. Another was a blue-eyed girl with short, choppy black hair styled in two high pigtails. Alastor recognized her as a younger version of his very own Comet guardian and little sister, Miku. She was as regal and powerful as a queen back in his timeline, but not so here. Not yet, perhaps. Alastor shook his head, though the gesture was barely noticeable. They even had the same lack of regard for formal attire.

It wasn't Miku that interested him, however. It was with whom she was speaking that had drawn his eye.

He was dressed like an urban miscreant, with short dirty blonde hair hidden under a skull cap of sorts. Hoodie. Jeans.

Alastor reveled as a certain feeling began to bubble up in him, eventually infecting every inch of his being with its tantalizing tingles.

He'd found his target.

However, before he could take another step, the lights in the room dimmed noticeably. Alastor tilted his head, peering over his shoulder. He noted hushed activity centralized around the gymnasium's stage. Seems like the Vongola's tech demo was about to begin.

With another curt, surgical gesture, Alastor straightened his tie for the fourth time that night. Hopefully the Rizzo guardians of this timeline were ready for what comes next.


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Trevor grinned, gawking over the thin piece of paper between his fingers as Josei walked away. Okay, so he didn't really "grin" per say, but he curled back his lips and aligned his teeth like he'd seen people do in the movies. The "warmth" of his attempted facial gesture failed to defrost the expression of tranquil boredom that radiated from his eyes, but it was as close as the boy could get to a natural smile. Truth be told, he wasn't entirely sure how to react to what had just happened. Perhaps a frown would be in order. Or maybe a laugh? He imagined how Flandre might react. Instantly, his mind's eye presented him with a scene of bloodshed and death, with Flandre standing atop a mound of bodies, laughing maniacally.

Hmm, probably not the appropriate reaction there.

Whatever nervousness that overcame him in front of the lightning guardian had finally subsided, replaced by something entirely new. Was it adoration? Was this thankfulness? Maybe. Trevor wasn't sure, but, as he stared down at the autograph in his hands, he knew that he liked this "it," whatever it happened to be.

To have met one of the infamous Vongola was beyond surreal. Their tales were the stuff of legends back in the future, Trevor knew this first hand. His every spare moment outside of the C-Frame was spent reading up on the trials and adventures of the past families. Of all the literature available, he found the harrowing accounts of the Vongola's tenth and eleventh generations most impressive.

Their eleventh generation especially reminded him of the current Rizzo guardians in so many ways. And now he actually got to meet one... it was the boy's wildest fantasy come true. Surely he would treasure this autograph as he would his own life. He reread the words inscribed on the paper: Whenever you need, lightning will strike for you. So cool! Josei's handwriting was a bit messy, but Trevor didn't care.

Absorbed as he was in his own world, Trevor didn't notice someone approach from behind.

"Seems like you got the autograph you wanted after all, huh Trev?" The person said, ruffling the boy's hair. Immediately, Trevor had the knee-jerk urge to slap whomever's hand it was away. He clenched his eyes shut, hackles raised like a cat's, a sensation not unlike vertigo assaulting his senses. He didn't like people touching him, least of all his hair—he'd had enough prodding and probing as a lab rat earlier in his life.

Before he reacted, however, he noted that he recognized the speaker. He kinda recognized the hand on his head, too. Donovan, he said to himself, opening his eyes and relaxing his shoulders. He even let out a small content sigh. Donovan, the asteroid guardian, was special. He didn't mind a pat on the head from him.

"If you're going for the complete set," Donovan continued, "let's get that guy's next. I'm not sure who he is but that little faerie isn't just a hologram." The older boy said, motioning at someone else in the crowd.

Faerie? Trevor knew who he was instantly. "Vongola's rain guardian," he said aloud, folding Josei's autograph neatly in his hands and—

Trevor froze, looking down at his hands.

Empty.

The paper. The autograph. It wasn't there.

"To my biggest fan," Alastor mimicked Josei's voice, reading from the autograph he'd been given. "What a crock." With one hand, he balled the paper up and threw it on the floor. He then snapped his fingers twice, catching the attention of one of the ushers. The man that approached was much taller than the boy Alastor was. "Clean this up," the little guy commanded, pointing at the balled up piece of paper. "I don't want to see it anymore." The waiter gave him a sideways look for a moment before acquiescing.

Trevor only stared at what was in Alastor's other hand. It was the second autograph, the one Josei had given to him specifically. The one that was taken from him. Alastor was fast. No, he wasn't fast, it was different than that. On another level. Trevor didn't even realize it'd been taken from him until it was far too late. All he did was look away for a single moment...

The boy Alastor turned towards Trevor and Donovan, though he was focusing on Trevor. Effervescent red met icy gray as they locked eyes.

"Why do you want this crap anyway, Trev?" Alastor asked, waving the autograph in the air above them. "It's not like they're Rizzo or something. They're just a buncha forgotten nobodies that sucked and died." Alastor brought his hands together, his eyes going wide with fervor. "Not godly like us!"

When Alastor made a motion like he was going to rip the autograph in half, Trevor's hand shot out, gripping Alastor's forearm in a vice. For a moment, neither boy moved.

It was Trevor that spoke first.

"Give it back," he uttered, his icy expression never shifting for a second. There was no trace of anger in his voice. No outrage, wrath, or indignation. There was nothing, nothing but his words.

"These Vongolas you love so much are trash," Alastor pouted, pulling his arm in an attempt to break Trevor's grip. His tone that of a spoiled child not getting what he wanted. "You'll see how weak they are when we crush them!"

Slowly but surely, a dark gray-white glow began to emanate from Trevor's hand. There would be no time trickery where that autograph was concerned. "Give. It. Back."

Unbeknownst to the two boys, the lights in the room had dimmed noticeably. The Vongola's technology demonstration was about to begin, and they were about to blow the mission.

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"Whoa-" was the only reaction Eri could muster.

Before she knew it, Fredrick had grabbed hold of her hands and whisked her away. Much to her surprise and slight discomfort, he held her close to him and they began to twist around the room. Many a time she was afraid they would crash into children, waiters, anyone around them but Fredrick would steer them away. Much to her embarrassment, guests were making a circle around them, watching and cheering them on. The shorter Fredrick even managed to spin her and eventually dipped her down. Unconsciously, one of her legs extended up and out, completing the move.

"Oof." Eri blinked and panted, gripping onto Fredrick's arms for dear life while her hair spilled behind her.

Fredrick looked up, quickly plopping Eri partner on her feet and bowing. While he mumbled his thanks, Eri smoothed the creases on her suit and pants, muttering under her breath. She shot Fredrick with occasional glares while the crowd went wild as Fredrick attended to them. When he pulled himself away, Eri could only glare at him with a very red and embarrassed face. She was always shy to dance around crowds and this fool had just done just that.

"Sorry about that, I guess I overreacted..."

The lights began to dim and with it the cheers of the crowd. It seemed the presentation was starting soon.

"I-if you're serious about the date, I know a good... western place if you'd like."

Eri huffed and crossed her arms.

"First of all. What was that for?!" she hissed, "I'm not good dancing around a huge crowd of people! I get emb-"

She caught herself quickly before she was going to show any sign of weakness. She tugged on her braids again, calming down a little. The redness in her face subsided, but a hint of her embarrassed blush remained.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to. You just caught me by surprise." she mumbled, shifting her well-polished leather shoes against each other. She then gave him a smile. "Next time, just do it when there's no one around."

She turned around to face the location of the presentation.

"Western sounds good. But first, we have a presentation to attend do."

In the back of her mind, the dance was good. It had been a while since someone had taken her for a spontaneous twirl and back then that person was none other than-





Miyamoto Keiko


YAWN!

The officers were finally dismissed from the briefing and told to go to their selected stations and Keiko was raring to go. After all, she had been given the priority to patrol around Namimori, the one place that she had wanted to go in the first place. The only problem now was...

"Trainee Miyamoto! Stand upright, no slumping!"

Yeap... she was stuck with the commanding officer. What a drag...

"Yes sir..." she replied, forcing herself to adopt the upright posture.

There were hardly any happenings that time, no burglary or assault. The two eventually got coffee and Keiko was questioned by her officer regarding her reports, which claimed her to be a great asset to the task force.

"I just don't see anything that would imply that you're as good as th-"

He was interrupted by the abruptness of his trainee, who had already made her way outside and running at top speed, with an acceleration considered inhuman.

"HEY! MIYAMOTO GET BACK HERE!"

She turned a corner and was gone from his sight. While he fumed, he got back into the panda-car and followed after the dark-skinned youth. Just as he rounded the corner, Keiko was already back, with an older woman following behind her with an expression of pure admiration, an unconscious man dressed like a thug on her shoulder. It was just impossible for a girl like her to be lifting a man of that weight without any signs of slumping or strain.

While the officer continued to be speechless, Keiko plopped the man against the hood of the car and cuffed him before throwing him into the backseat of the panda-car.

"Sir, there's one. Send 'im back to HQ, and bring this lady in as well. That's if ya need her fer questionin'." Keiko spoke in her usual bored drawl. The officer, still stunned, merely nodded.

When the woman was seated comfortably on the passenger side, Keiko waved and watched as the panda-car drove off. She then stretched and breathed out, almost happily.

"Good, now that he's gone..." Keiko unbuttoned her uniform to reveal a black sleeveless shirt underneath and tied the uniform around her waist before adjusting her garter-belt and knee-high boots. "It's time for mother to attend to her lil' cubs."

She bounded over the wall with ease and made her way to the hidden Vongola HQ. Stopped for identification purposes, Keiko merely pulled out a chain around her neck to reveal the Vongola Sun Ring and was instantly granted access.

'Looks like I made it in time.' she thought as the lights went dim. There was stares from the people around her, staring at this tanned girl who was wearing a sleeveless shirt and police shorts with garter-belts, but no one questioned the ring around her neck, which made her without a doubt, one of the 11th Generation. Keiko's trademark prideful smirk played around her lips.

'That's right. You better know who you're dealing with.'

And then she bumped into a man slightly taller that she was. Irritated, she glanced up to see brown hair and her hand reached out to pluck a strand.

"Watch it dude." she hissed.

There was something very different about him. She could literally smell it... well, it was what she couldn't smell. Normally, she was able to discern someone from their primary flame because of it's properties and her enhance senses. But this man... it was a very, very different smell. There was a very disturbing thought in her mind and she became wary of the man before her.

'A flame not of this world? How?'

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The girl was smiling and actually showing genuine laughter. It was either that, or she was real good at faking it. Though Cain didn't think it was an act at all. Not like some of the pompous 'queens' around him have put on. Though one thing he noticed, is that even though she stated that she hadn't been from around there, she hadn't gave up the location of her school. Which was weird because he was only playing about the school trip thing. If anyone was here, he'd expect members of a school to be the last ones. This wasn't that type of party. Though, because he didn't really care all that much about it, he let his suspicion slide and went on to the next subject. After hearing her relief about not being the only one in casual clothing, he smiled. "Yeah," he said, "I believe that if I'm going to wear something then it minus well be something that defines me. Not something people want to define me, but something that actually shows what type of person I am. I like these clothes because they do just that. That, and they're comfortable."

Cain shared a laugh with the girl after she asked him what he was there for. He was actually laughing at his hair keep, as he remembered Joel tell him that he minus well have kept his cap on. Blushing, and putting it back on his head, he nervously rubbed his nose. "Well. I guess you could say this was my party I suppose," he tried explaining in the most Casual way ever. "No, that's not right. Hmmm. Yeah okay. So you could definitely say this party is actually centered around me in a way. It's actually hard to explain. Dang. I wish I knew how." Never liking the idea of explaining his place as family head to people, every time he was forced to it would happen like this. Basically he would give people the dimmest explanation he could. One that wasn't actually an explanation, but a bunch of maybe's and sort of's. Though, she'd see him for who he really was in a couple minutes.

"Yeah. I'm sort of the Vongola boss. Hehehe."





Meanwhile, Joel went around the room, collecting information on who was here and who wasn't. It didn't take long for most of the family to get there, despite one person, but he knew she'd arrive soon.

"Joel," Someone called from behind him.

Turning around, Joel looked at the man responsible for funding all of this. Never in his days of knowing the man, had he ever trusted him. He looked like a snake of sorts with thin eyes and a crooked mouth. Reminded him of one of those mobsters from the old days, or movies that he'd watch about the old days. The biggest problem was that he wasn't Mafioso at all. Just a rich son of a gun. Though, since he had called him, he had no other choice but to talk to him. For saying nothing to a donator at a party funded by them would make the whole family look bad. Yet another instance where he wished he was Cain formed as he sighed to himself, forcing a smile on his lips. "Mr. Hie. What a pleasant surprise you coming all this way. Are you ready for the events kick off?" His voice was patterned to an alternate vibe and showed no tattle towards his thoughts.

"Hmph. Very much indeed I am my boy," The man cheered. "You know, not everyone can say that they were present for the 11th generation becoming an official team. Hehhe. How do you feel about the whole thing?"

"I don't know. I suppose it's not a big step for me." Joel actually felt the opposite, but he wasn't going to let some outcast to the family know he was feeling tired already.

"Oh really. Well I'm glad you don't see it as a problem. That means you can focus on the goal we paid towards. I want the 11th generation to be the best, as much as anyone else. I'm sure you know as well as I, what that means your main focus should be. Remember. We're all watching you. Rooting for you, if you will." The man of rich descent bowed and turned around. His whole movement style. His voice. It was a constant reminder to Joel why he had hated people like that. It was also a reminder that he was helpless around those types of people. People who reminded him that he was currently the fall guy. If anything happened with the 11th, it would be because he failed to groom them. He had always wondered, how can he be a boss to his boss. According to guidelines, the 11th sky guardian should have been in charge, but, because of his age, they decided he needed guidance. What the hell did that mean? Who was going to guide him? No one was alive or available to do it. No one besides from him. Thus it had been decided years ago, that Joel would be the one to teach him how to lead, so that he could lead, Joel would be the one to protect him, until he could protect himself. Joel was the fall guy. Until that kid got it right, Joel would always be the fall guy. Though, he never cared about what people would put on him. He knew it would never come to that. For he would give his life for Cain.

"Hey. Doctors." Joels voice was stern, as it had always been with doctors. Oh how he hated the doctors in the family. "Get to your designated areas. I just felt the last needed guess come in. We're starting in five. Someone tell the guards to stop frolicking and do their damn jobs. I swear if you guys don't act like this is your job, I'll sever you completely from it. Hurry up. Where the hell is Cain?!"

"Wow Joel." The familiar sound made Joel's head turn eagerly. He let a grin cross on his serious demeanor. "You sure have a lot of moxie shouting out orders. I might start thinking you're cool."

"Let it go Wall. I don't need you nitpicking at my leadership."

"Power hungry." Wall laughed.

"I might be. Hehehe. It doesn't matter where Cain is actually. He knows where to go when the lights turn off. We all should. You might want to stand back." Joels smile was cunning and threatening enough to make his own friend step back, but he still stuck out his tongue at Joels own cockiness.



The lights went off and the small noise of the video began to play. the head scientist on their team walked up on stage and began his speech. "Ahem. Yes. Is this mike on."

"I do belief it is." One man said from the crowd.

"Jolly good." The old man said. "Now I had a script written, but then I forgot that my eyes are no longer good enough to read with I'm afraid."

An awkward silence went around the room.

"Ahem. It was only a joke. Don't be afraid to laugh."

Cain was probably the only one who wanted to laugh, but held it in as he looked at Miku.

Awe damn. She's gonna find out in like two seconds anyway. I minus well just come out and say it.

"So yeah. I said I was sort of the Vongola leader. If you wouldn't mind, could I rephrase that?" He said trying to come to grips with telling her.

"Anyway," The scientist continued. "Yes. So as you know, we have brought you here for two reasons. One reason is for you to see the official unison of the new Vongola family guardians. The second, to here us give out description and showcase about the new box weapon projects we are working on. Our goal this time, is to make the 11th generation the best out of all the others combined. We want to secure that there will be no foe that the family can't beat. That is why, everything talked about in this room is confidential to the outside. You all know the repercussions for leaking information from events like these. However, before I give a teaser to the secrets of the new generation, I must call the Vongola head, along with his guardians, for his opening speech." As the man ended, he stepped back giving the floor to the head of the Vongola family. The head, who happened to be none other than Cain.

The boy stepped back, feeling sort of down that he was made to talk so soon. "I'm sorry I didn't come out right and tell you. I'll make it up to you after the party, okay?" Flashing a smile, he took his skates from his bag and placed them under his feet. He then jumped in the air jumping again, off what seemed like nothing but air, leaving fire in the area he bounced off of. He continued doing this two more times, making the guest heads turn upward to be focused on him. The fire coming from his feet wasn't hot to feel threatened of, but some people still watched nervously at the sight. He made it to the area right over the podium and flipped backwards landing and rolling around the microphone box hold, steam coming off of his feet. Looking at the head guy in charge he nodded and went to the mic. He was nervous as could be when all of the peoples eyes were on him, but he didn't show it. He probably wasn't who they were expecting to see, but soon his charming words and polite attitude wooed their opinions.

"I want to be the first one to thank everyone for attending this event. I'm sure that all the staff and my guardians feel the same way about all of you being here today. At first when my father died, I was a little skeptical about taking his place as head of the family, but with your support and the support of family and friends, I can now, one hundred percent, guarantee, that in my hands and the hands of the other guardians, the Vongola will be just as good in all the years that I'm alive, as it was when my father was."

The crowd all clapped at his words, for they could tell that he had really meant them. Their original opinion of him wavering.

"Thank you. I really appreciate it. However, the face of the new Vongola, doesn't belong to be alone. Without further adieu, I'd like to invite all the family guardians to the stand."

With that, he waited as Joel and the rest of the gaudiness came on stage with him. Joel instantly disappeared from where he was, leaving nothing but a hint of light and a crackling noise where he once stood. Instantly he appeared behind Cain and placed a hand on his shoulder, to show his approval at the boys opening speech. Once Joel was on stage, Cain waited for the rest of the guardians to come on stage before continuing.

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The formalities, the suit he's wearing, and the atmosphere of this formal affair was really starting to get to Sora. He was tired of being dressed up and he'd rather wear his normal attire, then skateboard out of here. The only thing he had accomplished was walking around blindly trying to keep himself occupied. His current objective, identify the Vongola Guardians, observe them, and maybe interact for the most part. There was one Guardian in particular he was looking for, but they haven't turned up yet.

Sora felt the sudden bump from a person behind him. Before he could turn around, a strand of hair was painfully removed from his hair and all he heard was: "Watch it dude."

Being his normal quick tempered self, his reply as he was turning around: "Ow! What do you mean Watch it Dude? You as---"

He cut himself mid-sentence after observing the chain around her neck. It was the Vongola Guardian of the Sun. His target ring to retrieve in this time period.

Crap! She saw me already...this early!!! Sora thought to himself. He noticed she was examining him and possibly noticing traces of his Star flame. He quickly composed himself, grit his teeth together, and said, "My bad for bumping into you. You must be the Vongola Guardian of the Sun right? I'm Sora, may I ask your name?" He placed a fake grin on his face while greeting her and extended his hand out.

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The Vongola boss, whom Eri only saw and conversed with once during their initiation as Vongola Guardians, blazed a trail across the room, flying on wheels generating Sky flames. Knowing fully well the upcoming speech involved the Guardians, she smoothly made her way passed the crowd, not waiting for Fredrick's response. The younger and somewhat brash child made Eri wrinkle her nose in disappointment, as she was when they first met. First of all, flirty wasn't a good trait in her books.

She made her way to one of Cain's side, bowing to the crowd before straightening her suit again and tugging on her braid. She was tad nervous, but more so from potential assassins that would aim to put Cain out. Her ring flickered with Cloud flames slightly before fading away.

Miyamoto Keiko


"Ow! What do you mean Watch it Dude? You as---"

Keiko smirked, looks like she might get someone to fight with after all, only to be disappointed when he apologized. She pouted with almost child-like attitude.

"My bad for bumping into you. You must be the Vongola Guardian of the Sun right? I'm Sora, may I ask your name?" the man, Sora, introduced himself.

"Eh?" she said in a bored and disbelieving tone before raising up a fist. "Ya know how lame handshakes are? Ya don't shake hands with Miyamoto Keiko, Champion and Sun Guardian of the 11th Generation Vongola famiglia."

After a small pause and huge smug grin on her face. "You fist-bump with this girl, dude."

Still, she had her guard up. This Sora character wasn't exactly a normal everyday mafia. He definitely reeked of a weird, almost unique 'smell', yet somehow felt almost like home.

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"Eh? Ya know how lame handshakes are? Ya don't shake hands with Miyamoto Keiko, Champion and Sun Guardian of the 11th Generation Vongola famiglia.

"Well that's an introduction," Sora thought. He agreed with her on the handshakes part. After a brief pause, he thought she would walk off after his dubious attempt to be formal.

"You fist-bump with this girl, dude."

She extended her fist out while Sora stood there for a second with an astonished looked upon his face. "Wow, she seems cool." With a smirk upon his face, he extended his fist to bump hers and said, "Let me reintroduce myself. I'm Sora Rizzo, the best skateboarder you'll ever meet. It's great to meet you, Champ."

In that moment fist to fist, Sora got a better look at Miyamoto. Her deep blue eyes, tan skin, and her build. "She's...pretty," he thought. He slowly removed his hand and realized he was slightly blushing.

"Thank you. I really appreciate it. However, the face of the new Vongola, doesn't belong to be alone. Without further adieu, I'd like to invite all the family guardians to the stand," was an announcement heard from a distance.

"Um, I guess that's your cue Miyamoto," he said as if he wanted to converse some more. "I guess I'll see you around then."

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With a smirk upon his face, Sora extended his fist to bump hers and said, "Let me reintroduce myself. I'm Sora Rizzo, the best skateboarder you'll ever meet. It's great to meet you, Champ."

"Skateboarder eh? Wicked." she replied, flashing her teeth, canines galore like a humanoid panther.

She wasn't oblivious to the slight blush starting to stain this Sora Rizzo's cheeks, choosing to point at her own, "Y'know, yers are gettin' red."

"Thank you. I really appreciate it. However, the face of the new Vongola, doesn't belong to be alone. Without further adieu, I'd like to invite all the family guardians to the stand,"

"Heh. Da boss's callin'."

"Um, I guess that's your cue Miyamoto," he sounded as if he didn't want her to go. "I guess I'll see you around then."

"Hnn... see ya around then, skater-boy." she drawled in her usual bored tone before adding a cheeky wink then walking off while waving good-bye.

"Move." she spoke, causing the crowd to let her through.

When she got on stage, she flashed her rare smile reserved only for her best friend, Eri. Stepping forward full of confidence, she chose to forgo the mic, taking a deep breath and speaking out loud.

"Ma name is Miyamoto Keiko, and I am the successor to the 10th Generation Sun Guardian, Sasagawa Ryohei! I am your new Sun Guardian and also the Champion of the 11th Generation! I am the greatest fighter in the world, ya guys best remember dat!"

She raised up her fist to a mix of applause and criticizing coughs, her face displaying a fierce expression before she relaxed, walking back to stand next to Eri.

"Where have you been, idiot?" Eri questioned her, raising up a fist, "You were almost late."

"Heh, long story. Les j'say da commanding officer was a big idiot." Keiko replied, bumping her fist with Eri's before taking her place next to her friend.

A short pause.

Keiko bumped her shoulder against Eri's playfully.

"Hey~ Don't ya get mad wimme. I made it didn't I?"

"Keiko." Eri hissed under her breath. "We're on stage!"

Another short pause.

"Oh come on~ Ri-chin~? Ya can't stay mad wimme, can ya?~"

Seeing the disgruntled pout with the slight blush and the nod, with Eri's white braids bouncing about, Keiko pressed her shoulder against her friend's, a satisfied smirk on her face.

"Shut up, Kei-chan."





Murasaki Eri


When Keiko stepped onto the stage, Eri was treated to one of Keiko's rare smiles. Normally she would smile back, but being angry with her dark-skinned friend for being late, she nodded in return.

"Ma name is Miyamoto Keiko, and I am the successor to the 10th Generation Sun Guardian, Sasagawa Ryohei! I am your new Sun Guardian and also the Champion of the 11th Generation! I am the greatest fighter in the world, ya guys best remember dat!"

Eri did an internal facepalm. The idiot! In front of so many people, it wasn't time for her to show off her full-blown overconfidence! It seemed that her announcement was met equally with both acceptance and criticism, much to Eri's chagrin and surprise. When Keiko returned, Eri raised up her fist as a greeting.

"Where have you been, idiot? You were almost late."

"Heh, long story. Les j'say da commanding officer was a big idiot." Keiko returned the fist bump and stood next to her.

Eri would've smiled if she wasn't angry with Keiko. Keiko's law enforcing career. Eri couldn't express how proud she was of Keiko when the latter announced the decision. Eri was almost caught off-guard by Keiko bumping against her shoulder, but managed to maintain the professional composure.

"Hey~ Don't ya get mad wimme. I made it didn't I?"

"Keiko." Eri hissed under her breath. "We're on stage!"

Really though, that idiot. In front of an entire crowd, a very important event with thousands of people in attendance and this fool decid-

"Oh come on~ Ri-chin~? Ya can't stay mad wimme, can ya?~"

There it was. Keiko's ULTIMATE weapon when Eri was angry with her. Ri-chin was Eri's pet name given by Keiko, and honestly, was the only thing that could melt Eri down to a blubbering mess of marshmallow goodness. Unsatisfied with Keiko's victory, Eri pouted, feeling her face heat up and nodded, her white braids bouncing about. When she felt Keiko's shoulder against hers, she replied the gesture, replying with a pet name of her own.

"Shut up, Kei-chan."

The setting changes from Vongola Headquarters in Japan to Earth

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Character Portrait: Miku "Elizabeth" Risso Character Portrait: Cain  Vongola Character Portrait: Joel Lambe Character Portrait: Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo Character Portrait: Trevor Twenty-Seventh Rizzo Character Portrait: Miyamoto Keiko
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Joel watched as each of his fellow guardians walked, ran, and waltzed on stage. He didn't know if being a little too flashy would make his group seem a little childish to some people. However, he also didn't care. It wasn't as if the older fools who would look down on them for their display or in some of their cases, how loud and outspoken they were, could actually take their birthrights away. Though, Joel had to admit himself, that some of the banter being thrown around was unnecessary, but he decided to ignore it. Most of the people around him were still children after all. As for Cain, even though he had his mic taken from him by his guardians he still looked as if he was having a good time. This comforted the man a little, seeing his friend, who was more of a brother to him, smiling. It was hard for most people to tell, but Cain was having some problems getting use to his father not being around. It also didn't help that people kept on asking to talk to him, only to remind him of his position. It was because of those type of people that Joel kept his mouth closed when he looked down upon something. At least when it came to the boy. He had enough problems. Though, once Nami entered the building, some familiar faces were giving Joel a look of disappointment. He sucked on his teeth, not at her, but at the sleazy old men and woman who looked at him so. He wasn't the boss of the Vongola, so why was he the one to always be stared at. He wished he had been born at least two years later than his actual birth. That had to be the reason everyone looked at him so. Though, seeing as Cain would be an adult in two years, he wouldn't have to wait long before the eyes and ears of people were off of him. Though, what type of image would he give to himself if he just did nothing when asked to do something. This was a formal event after all, and so far, most of the top people in the family were informal. He sighed and put his hand on Cain's shoulder. "Hey. I don't think it'd look right if I corrected her here in front of all these people," he whispered.

"Huh. Naw," Cain laughed. "She's cool right? That's just her being her."

"People are watching though. Remember what type of party this is Cain."

To those words, Cain nodded and hopped off stage, starting his walk towards Nami. He kept his hands in his pocket and a determined look on his face as he approached her and the girl she was signing the CD for. "Hey. Let me see that Mic again for a sec," He said, grabbing the mic without much more warning than that. "Yes. Hello again. So It's come to my attention that some people don't like how the new Guardians go about doing things. Well let me tell you this. You all can go shove it up your....."

Before he was able to say anything else, Joel flashed over to him taking the microphone away. "What are you doing?"

"Telling it how it is. What are you doing?"

"Stopping you from acting like a fool."

"I don't know. The only fool I see here is you. You use to be more fun. What happened to the Joel I knew when we were kids huh?"

"He grew up," Joel stated with a glare, "and sooner or later, you're going to have to too. Boss or not, there are images we have to keep."

"Well you know what? I don't even want to be the stupid Vongola boss. So you can take this ring and shove it too. Ugh...Errr." Cain struggled to take the ring off of his finger but, for some reason, it seemed to be stuck. Not that it mattered much, for soon his efforts would be halted.

SMACK!!!!

The area grew silent. No one had expected to see what they had just saw. Not even Joel expected it. Though, expected or not, there was a red mark currently on Cains face, and Joel's hand was crossed. Yes. It happened. With a fast movement and not thinking at the time, Joel had smacked Cain across his face. He only kept his shocked look for a while before going back to his natural frown. "Hmph. We'll talk about this later," He said looking at the boy who was still in shock. "We'll also have a talk," he then said to Namine before walking away.

Cain, on the other hand, had different plans. As soon as Joel began to turn away, he rand for him and tackled him down to the ground. Though, because of the mans size he was quickly put on his own back. Of course, he got one fist across Joel's face before the man held his arms down. His tried moving his feet under the man, sparks following them. Joel couldn't believe he was going to try using his flame against him, but just in case his beliefs were for naught, he flashed to the side of Cain, who quickly got back on his feet ready to attack Joel once more.

"Cain. You should stop," Joel said calmly, nodding slightly to a crowd of people staring at them. "Now's not the time."

With that said, Cain had to admit the man had a point, but also didn't want to stop fighting him. Though, even he knew that this was an important event and decided to walk away. Well, not only walk away, but leave the room entirely.

One person tried to walk up to Joel and discuss what had just happened, but stopped in his tracks after being glared at by the man. "Continue the party," He said rubbing his cheek, giving a slight smile towards how hard the kid had hit him.

The setting changes from Earth to Vongola Headquarters in Japan

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Miku "Elizabeth" Risso Character Portrait: Cain  Vongola Character Portrait: Joel Lambe Character Portrait: Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo Character Portrait: Trevor Twenty-Seventh Rizzo Character Portrait: Miyamoto Keiko
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Sora Rizzo

After parting ways with Miyamoto Keiko, Sora went to go change into his normal attire and grab his skateboard that he left outside. "It feels sooooooooo good to be out of that godforsaken suit! Now I just need to make sure Alastor doesn't see me," he yelled out. He began entering the Vongola Headquarters again.

"Sir, do you have any ID? You're not dressed for this affair?" a security officer asked.

He made eye contact with Sora, "Welcome Sir Sora, the skateboarding champion!"

"Who am I better than?" Sora asked.

"Tony Hawk of course! Please proceed sir!" exclaimed the officer.

This pattern of ID questioning with officers continued to happen on his way to headquarters, they made eye contact, let him through, no issue, no problem. Walking into room where the Vongola affair was located, he thought about Miyamoto again. 'Ah why do I have to fight a pretty girl? That's not fair! I mean, she's about my height, tan skin, and,' he continued these thoughts while blushing. However, a sight before Sora's eyes caused him to stop his train of thought and lead him to immediate shock.

It was Namine Gokudera, Vongola Guardian of Storm walking directly towards Flandre. 'Oh my God! Flandre will kill her! Sora begun speed walking in her direction and he saw Flandre glance side to side looking for the other Rizzo's, but Sora was too late. Nami opened her mouth to talk to her. 'Now Flandre, please don't attack her yet, please don't slice her up,' he slowly chanted to himself. To his surprise, Flandre kept her composure and conversed with Namine. 'Whew, that went well,' he thought.

He then saw the UniDecimo take the Mic from Namine and say into the mic, "Yes. Hello again. So it's come to my attention that some people don't like how the new Guardians go about doing things. Well let me tell you this. You all can shove it up your..." and the Mic was taken.

Sora chuckled at this and said, "Now that's my kind of guy. I'd do something like that if Alastor wasn't here. I heard the Vongola head skates too, doubt he could beat my skateboarding skills though."

SMACK!!! silence filled the room after witnessing the event between the Vongolas. 'I'll just ease my way over here,' he thought. He saw this opportunity while everyone was focused on Cain, and Joel to stealthy position himself closer to the crowd near the stage where the remaining Vongola guardians were located.

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Nami Gokudera

"My name is Flandre, but I wouldn't mind being called Flan," replied the girl in the wheelchair.

"Alright, nice to meet you Flan!" exclaimed Nami as she begun writing Flan on the CD cover.

Nami extended her right hand to give Flandre the CD.

"You have a very nice ring, Nami. I'd love to have a ring just like yours, Nami. Forgive me if I try to take it, Nami."

For a moment, Nami paused looked directly into her amber eyes. She was smiling as if she was joking, but the look in her eyes and the repetition of her name 'Nami' made her seem completely serious. Nami then thought: 'Okay, that is pretty weird. I'm sure she meant that as a compliment somehow.'

Nami put on an false idol smile and said, "Heh heh, you're a funny one Flan. Thanks for the compliment. I can't give you mine, but I'm sure there's others rings out there."

Nami handed her the CD, but before she was able to turn around to head back on stage she heard, "Hey. Let me see that Mic again for a sec."

She winked and said, "Of course Cain!"

"Yes. Hello again. So it's come to my attention that some people don't like how the new Guardians go about doing things. Well let me tell you this. You all can go shove it up your....."

"What are you doing?" asked Joel as he took the Mic away.

Nami chuckled at this. 'Boys will be boys,' she thought, but then it begun to escalate between Joel and Cain.

SMACK!!!!

Nami saw the red mark on Cain's face, and Joel standing above him. She silently prayed that it wouldn't continue. "Hmph. We'll talk about this later," said Joel to Cain. "We'll also have a talk," Joel told Nami.

An angry expression was shown on her face. "That was a bit much Joel!" exclaimed Nami forgetting that she was at this affair. Cain, then tackled Joel, they went back and forth while Nami watch them thinking about had badly they all looked this moment. Eventually they both regained their senses and stopped.

Nami was tempted to an extent to follow Cain after he stormed out, but after she heard Joel say, "Continue the party," to a man approaching him. She then realized that the next best move would be to do damage control at this affair instead of heading back to a stage without the Vongola UniDecimo. There is now a pretty tense environment in the room for the attendees after witnessing such an event so she decided that as an idol and Vongola Guardian, she should be able to calm the crowd.

"Attention everyone!" she yelled with her announcer/singer voice while putting on the biggest of smiles. "We will be continuing with Shaji Ai's presentation! Would you please give a round of applause and your attention towards the stage!"

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Character Portrait: Miku "Elizabeth" Risso Character Portrait: Cain  Vongola Character Portrait: Joel Lambe Character Portrait: Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo Character Portrait: Trevor Twenty-Seventh Rizzo Character Portrait: Nami Gokudera
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"Western sounds good. But first, we have a presentation to attend to." Fredrick was rendered nonplussed by her acceptance of his offer. All he could do was stare, partly in shock and partly in disbelief, at the beauty before him.

Was this real life, or was he just imagining this?

Despite Serlina’s helpful hints, he still couldn’t fully wrap his mind around the fact that she’d actually accepted. She said yes! It got to the point where Serlina had to forcefully nod Fred’s head for him in response, which made an awkward situation even more so. Not waiting around for a verbal reply, Eri made her way away from him and through the crowd as smoothly as melted chocolate. He watched her go, his eyes swaying and bouncing as he nervously gazed after her.

Cain’s voice snapped him out of his trance-like torpor, rolling across the room like a lion’s roar.

”Without further ado, I'd like to invite all the family guardians to the stand."

Oh. So that’s why Eri made her way forward. Doh.

“Go follow her, Fred!” Came Serlina’s high-pitched voice inside of his head, causing him to flinch in surprise. “You’re supposed to be up there!”

“But…” Fredrick took a step forward, but then froze, eyeing the stage. Most of the other guardians had made their way to stand behind Cain. Wouldn’t it look really bad if he were one of the last ones to walk on stage? In front of all these people… How humiliating…

“Fred. Hey!”

Fredrick looked from side to side as furtively as he dared. Was everyone looking at him? Did they all know he was supposed to be up there right now? He sighed, slinking back into the crowd despite the quivering blue light that buzzed around his head in staunch protest.

Of course they knew.

Whole minutes passed with Fredrick standing amidst the crowd, gazing up at the stage. Even Serlina had become silent. Cain and the others continued to take turns speaking on stage. Even Nami, in all her pop-star glory, eventually made her way up. It wasn’t long before she had the crowd eating out of the palm of her hand, tossing things this way and that. Still, despite his best efforts, Fredrick couldn’t find the courage to step up. It was just too much. Maybe tomorrow. He thought, reassuring himself.

Suddenly, Cain hopped off stage, though Fredrick couldn’t through the thickets of the crowd and quickly lost sight of him. Suddenly:

"Yes. Hello again. So It's come to my attention that some people don't like how the new Guardians go about doing things. Well let me tell you this. You all can go shove it up your—"

Fredrick slapped his hands over his ears, his face turning slightly red. No Cain, no! Don’t say it! He could only imagine the horrified look on the crowd’s faces. It just made him want to huddle up and disappear from the room entirely. After a few seconds of deafening silence, Fredrick sighed in sweet relief. Judging by how quickly Joel had flashed off stage, he must’ve stopped Cain before he said something mean. Good. Good!

”Fredrick,” came that voice in his head again. Serlina. He looked over to his left and saw her fluttering about. Instead of meeting her eye, he looked down at his shoes.

“Y-yes?” He muttered dejectedly.

“They need you up there, you know.” At the mention of his friends needing him, Fredrick’s ears perked up, but he didn’t otherwise move. He still stared down at his shoes. ”Joel sure could use your help with Cain,” Serlina continued, fluttering about his head like an orbiting moon. “Everyone knows you’re the best at calming the boss down.” Slowly but surely, a steely sense of confidence began to build in Fredrick’s chest in tune with her words. Like an all-encompassing warmth, it surged through him, uplifted him, empowered him. He raised his head, a newly confident sheen radiating from his eyes.

His friends needed his help, and he would not let them down!

SMACK!!!!

Fredrick paused mid-step, the sound reverberating throughout the entire complex, as loud and piercing as a hellfire missile. Without wasting another second, Serlina shot up into the air, overlooking the crowd. After a moment, she returned to Fredrick’s side.

“What happened?”
“Cain!” She hissed, keeping her voice down.
“What?” Fredrick said, his newly mastered confidence ebbing. He could hardly hear her.
“Cain!” She bellowed in his head. “Joel just slapped Cain! In front of everyone! And now they’re fighting!”

Fredrick’s eyes grew wide. Seems he was too late… but perhaps he could still be of some assistance!

Taking the initiative, Fredrick began moving through the crowd, uttering “excuse me” and “sorry” at every turn as Serlina directed him towards his comrades. Unfortunately, his efforts were cut short when he bumped into someone.

A surge of fear rushed through him as he turned to apologize.

“Sorry!” He exclaimed in a hushed voice. “I wasn’t looking where…” Fredrick’s voice trailed off as he noted the absence of a person. There was no one in front of him. Then what did I bump into?

”Look down!” Serlina commanded in his mind. He complied, looking down to see a very peeved child staring back up at him. If looks could kill, this kid would have not only massacred poor Fredrick, but his entire ancestry as well.

Oops.

“Uh, I’m really really sorry about that,” he said, bowing at the waist as deeply as he could manage while being cramped by the crowd. “Are you okay?”

The child, a boy of around 12 or 13, simply stared. He was dressed in a sharp little suit, though the look was ruined by his dress shirt, which wasn’t tucked in and hung lazily out from the bottom of his suit jacket. The kid had the whole “preppy” vibe going for him, with stringy black hair that looked like it’d been neatly combed and parted by his mother.

“Hey, douchebag,” the kid said accusatorily, giving Fredrick a slight shove after curtly straightening his collar with both hands. “Do you know who I am? Are you trying to die? Watch where the fuck you’re going.” The obscene language flowed from his mouth in an almost natural rhythm.

Fredrick just stood there, utterly flabbergasted and unsure how to respond.


**



Alastor unfurled his hands from behind his back, instead placing them inside his pockets. "As for the rest of us," he began, glancing over at Donovan. "Shall we begin?"

Donovan nodded in response, his grin now more of a cocky smirk, mirroring Alastor’s. Of all the Rizzos, Donovan’s entrance was about to be the most epic. He opened his mouth to answer Alastor’s question, but stopped when he noticed, peripherally, Trevor’s face. The boy was staring at a girl around Donovan’s own age who’d just taken the stage. “One sec,” Donovan said to Alastor, taking a knee and coming eye-level with Trevor.

If Trevor noticed him, he didn’t act like it. He just kept staring at the girl.

“Who’s that?” Donovan asked with genuine curiosity, referring to the object of Trevor’s interest. From the way she so easily moved through the crowd to the stage, she had to be one of the Vongola… probably. Again, he didn’t really pay attention during the briefing.

“The Vongola Storm guardian Namine ‘The Tempest’ Gokudera, also known Tempest from the from the contemporaneously acclaimed pop band ‘Blast of Tempest’. Daughter of Hayato Gokudera and inheritor of the Systema C.A.I. Five feet seven inches in height, one-hundred and twenty pounds, brown eyes, sometimes likes to wear glasses. Sixteen years old at this point in time—”

Donovan interrupted Trevor by putting his hand on the boy’s head, forcing him to bow somewhat. He followed by giving Trevor his best grin.

“You wanna get an autograph, don’tcha?”
Trevor shook his head slowly. “No.” His tone was neutral.
Donovan’s grin widened. “Are you sure?”
Trevor nodded. “Yes.”

Donovan sighed in mock exasperation, standing and taking a step back. Knowing Trevor, he probably didn’t want to look like a little kid in front of Alastor. “Oh well, it’d be a shame if you missed out,” he said teasingly.

Though it wouldn’t have been noticeable to an observer outside of the family, Donovan knew better than anyone when Trevor was holding back. The boy began shifting his weight from foot to foot ever so slightly. It was almost imperceptible, but Donovan caught it.

And, apparently, so did Alastor. The Rizzo boss nudged Trevor onward with his hand. Trevor stumbled forward a step, looking up at Alastor with an eyebrow raised.

“Past, present, and future, you always have a knack for acquiring the most peculiar of interests, Trevor.” He said the words with certain lightheartedness, as if he always expected this to happen. Alastor didn’t make eye contact with the boy, still looking towards the stage, but he did make a brief gesture with his chin, motioning towards the Vongola girl. “Make it very quick.”

Donovan nodded in tacit approval.

Sure, the younger image of Alastor might’ve been a little ass, but the current Alastor—the real one—wasn’t just his boss, he was one of his best friends. Within this elder image of the Space flame guardian, Donovan saw him. He saw his boss. He saw a friend. But more than that, he saw what his friend would one day grow up to become, and it wasn’t too shabby.

Donovan smirked as he returned his sights to Trevor, who was walking off at a leisurely pace, hands in his pockets, as if he wasn’t resisting the urge to run full tilt to where the Vongola Storm guardian currently stood.

It was a few minutes before either of the Rizzo guardians spoke, with Donovan breaking the silence. “So… are we waiting for something specific?”

“Not specifically,” Alastor said, looking over his shoulder in a preoccupied fashion, his voice taking on a moderately ominous tone. “The arrival of the Tempest seems to have disturbed things. Some of the Vongola guardians are leaving the stage and moving about most erratically. I don’t like it.”

Donovan followed Alastor’s gaze, his eyes landing on the Vongola Sky guardian, who was standing next to Trevor’s Storm celebrity and... was that Flandre?!

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Donovan asked jovially, barely stifling a chuckle. Hopefully the wheelchair-bound Flandre didn’t start things off prematurely.

Alastor was silent for a moment, his eyes landing briefly on Miku before facing forward again. “Maybe this shouldn’t be as surprising as it is, but this isn’t how things went in the book.”

Donovan raised an eyebrow, puzzled. “Huh?”

“This place. This time. These Vongolas and their movements.” Alastor made a sweeping motion with his hand. “Everything pretty much followed the history books of your timeline, give or take a few things, until this moment.”

Donovan gasped in sudden understanding, his countenance somewhat troubled. He remembered being briefed by the head of the Rizzo family—Alastor’s father—back in the future, before the real Alastor shepherded them all backwards a good hundred years. Upon arrival, Donovan and his fellow guardians would be tasked with appropriating the Vongola rings, but they would not have much in the way of time to get it done.

Time.

Donovan remembered holding back a bark of laughter during the briefing, lest he embarrass his boss. It was almost like a misnomer, an oxymoron, what the Rizzo head had said. Not enough time? Yeah, right. What is time to a team of badasses that can travel backwards and forward through history at a whim, right?

Wrong, apparently.

The Rizzo guardians were to be sent back to a specific point in time, one that was determined through complex quantum statistical analysis and abstract mathematical computations performed by future AI supercomputers. The AIs all came to the same conclusion: the Rizzo guardians had a very small window in space-time with which to divest the Vongolas of their rings before their foreign presence so deep in the past began to drastically impact the timeline and all of space-time in general. Donovan was pretty sure it was the reason Alastor forbade them from just killing the Vongolas—it’d have an unpredictable effect on the timeline.

Which is why what Alastor said was so troubling.

“Are we too late?” Donovan asked. “Did we already fail?”

“I do not believe so,” he responded, looking around the room. He began making eye contact with the various Rizzos positioned around the room. “However, we should make haste. The longer we remain without possession of the Vongola rings, the direr the prospect of your future becomes—”

SMACK!!!!

Both Alastor and Donovan spun towards the source of the sound. It’d become quiet enough in the room that you could hear a pin drop.

Alastor shook his head in disgust as the Sky Vongola tackled and tussled with the Lightning.

“Woah,” Donovan muttered, his tone underlined with a vein of excitement. “Can we attack them now?”

“No,” he responded as the Sky and Cloud Vongolas made their way out of the convention hall. In the midst of the Vongola’s internal strife, Alastor managed to make peripheral eye contact with Sora, throwing him a disparaging look. The Star guardian had changed out of his sanctioned attire, opting for a miscreant’s apparel. While unappreciated, this, too, was expected. Like the other Rizzos, the Star of this timeline was very similar to the Star guardian of the timeline from whence the elder Alastor hailed. “Not yet. I’d rather they gather together in a group, preferably on the stage. We want to end this quickly, with as few casualties as possible.” Alastor briefly pondered the seemingly dilapidated state of the Vongola famiglia. It was no wonder they ceased to exist half a century from now. “Further,” he continued, “the longer the fight draws on, the more likely it is that we’ll require Trevor to nullify someone’s ultimate attack or final form or what have you. I’m aiming to avoid that if we can,” he said, his eyes darkening. “Lest one of these Vongolas force us to end them.”

For the next several minutes, Donovan chewed on his lower lip, annoyed with the tedium of it all, his cocky grin long since given way to a deep frown. The Vongolas began their presentation, and Donovan was suffering under the grinding boredom and stifling monotony of an infinite array of slides and images and sounds and blah, glancing over at Alastor every now and then for a sign.

The man was like a statue.

It wasn’t until towards the end of the presentation, when the Vongola boss walked back into the room, that Alastor finally acted. Slowly, he raised his arm into the air, and with one loud Space-flame-assisted SNAP! he signaled to his fellow Rizzos:

Attack.


**



SMACK!!!!

Hildegarde had a look of absolute horror on her face, her hands coming up to cover her mouth, her stance that of a woman taken aback.

Did that really just happen? Did one of the Vongola really just slap the other, like actors in some cheap soap opera? Really?

When the two guardians started fighting amongst themselves, Hildegarde shook her head. Surely her Alastor was thinking the same thing as she: these Vongolas weren’t looking too good as a familial unit. Still, Hildegarde felt genuine pity for the kid who’d been humiliated by a slap to the face. She was generally fond of kids, and didn’t like seeing them hurt.

Then again, he was technically one of Alastor’s enemies.

Hildegarde removed her gloved hands from her face, instead gripping the railing in front of her with a dainty flair. That’s right, they were enemies of her lover. Their mere existences were an affront to his awesomeness! His mandate of heaven!

How dare they. How dare they! HOW DARE THEY!

After blowing a kiss to Alastor upon making eye contact, Hildegarde returned to leering at the pink-haired girl and her friends standing below. They dared to stand against Alastor. Her Alastor.

The audacity.

Hildegarde leered with enough concentration to lose track of time itself. It was all she could do just to contain her hair-trigger need to defend Alastor’s honor against these primitive savages, her head shaking with indignation. So when she finally heard her lord snap his fingers, the long-awaited signal for action, she came to attention almost immediately.

With a terrible shriek, she spit a ruby-red piece of candy she’d held in her mouth out over the balcony before her. It ignited shortly after contacting the air, surging forward like a ballistic missile to crash amidst the Vongolas on stage below.

And then it exploded. Violently.

Hildegarde popped more candy in her mouth, moving along the length of the balcony like a medieval sentry patrolling a gate, releasing more of the explosive charges from her mouth at her leisure. Her intent was to scatter the assorted Vongola, but despite herself she secretly hoped that she maimed at least one of them. They were Alastor’s enemies, after all.

Especially that pink-haired witch.


**



Trevor was standing off to the side of the crowd, near the wall, when he heard Alastor’s signal. The snap! reverberated in his ears like a battle cry, though it was a clash he could not partake in. Not this time.

Not that he wanted to, anyway. The Vongola were just as cool as he imagined they’d be.

Trevor took a seat on the floor, maintaining a firm grip on the exclusive disk from Blast of Tempest, autographed by Tempest herself. He didn’t want it damaged by what was coming next.

As if on cue, the wall directly to Trevor’s left exploded, a large dark-red ball hurtling through it at an unholy speed. Several other walls around the hall exploded inwards with similar results, raining debris down upon the unsuspecting crowd.

Trevor recognized them as Donovan’s deceptively dangerous iron-core Palla, his weapons of choice for inflicting what he always called “big damage”. The Palla closest to Trevor bounced off an empty chair, flattening it like a pancake and increasing its own velocity in the process. Another Palla nearly devastated a poor businesswoman, though the ball seemed to alter its own trajectory mid-flight, sparing her life.

It appeared that Donovan took Alastor’s “no casualties” command pretty seriously, though Trevor knew he didn’t like killing innocents anyway.

Although the reaction was slightly delayed, the grand crescendo of shouted curses and panicked screaming began in full as people started running about. Simultaneously, multiple explosions rang out about the stage area, rocking the entire building and blanketing the immediate zone in a thick black smoke. The overhead lights flickered, many of them shattering entirely, raining glass down upon the panicked audience members below.

Trevor didn’t even have to guess who was responsible for that one.

The combined offensive from the Palla and the sustained explosive rounds raining down upon the stage from above seemed to have a dilapidating effect on the structural integrity of the building, with hairline fractures appearing along various primary support beams and across wide stretches of the floor.

Trevor coughed softly, pulling his undershirt up to cover his nose and mouth like a filter as people scurried about. The smoke from the stage explosions had begun to permeate the area around him, but he didn’t mind it too much.

His only mission now was to stay out of the way.

The setting changes from Vongola Headquarters in Japan to Earth

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Character Portrait: Miku "Elizabeth" Risso Character Portrait: Cain  Vongola Character Portrait: Joel Lambe Character Portrait: Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo Character Portrait: Trevor Twenty-Seventh Rizzo Character Portrait: Miyamoto Keiko
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Sora Rizzo

SNAP!

Alastor gave the signal. It was time to attack. Sora first made eye contact with Miku, then darted off.

Sora had two objectives at this moment and began running towards the first, the Vongola Guardian of the Cloud, Murasaki Eri. He saw her walking back with the Cain and used this moment to catch her off guard before Donovan began.

He looked her directly in the eye and said, "Hello there, Vongola Guardian of Cloud. I'd like you to meet my Rizzo friend, Miku. She's a sweet girl."


He ran off afterwards literally disappearing with the wind just as Cain and everyone else around her would except for one person, Miku. It was an illusion set for her and all that remained within her sight was the Rizzo Guardian of the Comet, Miku "Elizabeth" Rizzo. Both of these guardians could only see each other in this world as if no one else was there. By sight, it no longer appeared as the Vongola Headquarters, but instead an outlandish world.

(OOC: Feel free to describe the world/illusion as you'd like if you want to.)

After setting Miku up, he dashed towards his target, Miyamoto Keiko. With almost perfect timing, Donovan's iron-core Palla rained destruction on the walls of the headquarters. They bounced off the walls taking no casualties to the people, but causing chaos and panic through the process. He looked around and saw the looks on the people's faces running in fear, the shock on the Vongola's faces. 'This is the right thing to do....right? Of course, it's for the future,' he thought while he swallowed his doubts. He spotted his target, Miyamoto Keiko who he previously met.

"Take this Miyamoto!" he yelled directly at her for her attention. Upon locking eyes, the area around both of them changed. A boxing arena caged match surrounded them.

"So I heard you like close ranged fighting?" Sora smirked, "It's my specialty as well. Once again, let me reintroduce myself, I'm Sora Rizzo, Rizzo Guardian of the Star." He says with his eyes filled with one star respectively. "Now I'll be needing that Sun ring of yours."

*DING DING DING*

"In this corner is the bright star, 5'9 and illusion expert! SORA RIZZO!" says an overhead announcer.

The crowd cheers with applause.

"In this corner, the shining star herself, 5'8, blue eyes and a beautiful physique. The champ herself! Miyamoto Keiko!" says the announcer.

"NOW! FIGHT!"

He ran up directly towards her with a flying roundhouse kick.

Nami Gokudera


After Shaji's presentation, Nami was glad to see Eri and Cain walking back into the area. The attendees of this event have calmed down and everything seemed to hit status quo until the unexpected occurred.

SNAP!

Nami heard an usually loud snap from a distance. Thinking nothing of it, she continued walking on until one bouncing iron ball came through the window. A few more accompanied this bouncing iron ball then they all started to rapidly speed up. As the momentum increased, they became more destructive and deadly. They busted the walls of the building, and begun to injure the civilians at this event.

"Everyone the emergency exit are this way!" she yelled and pointed for their safety.

Nami pulled out a box weapon, 'I've got to act quick!' She infused a storm flame in her ring, placed it inside a box, a a swarm of mockingbirds came out.
She begun singing a song and the mockingbirds surrounded her.

"Cambio Form!"

As the birds flew around her, she performed an almost sailor moon type transformation. The light produced by the sky flame mockingbirds swiftly around her until she was coated in a suit of armor. This armor had jet pack like boosters around her arms and legs. She begun singing to power her suit and dashed around deflecting the iron rubber balls from hitting civilians while they escaped. It was painful to stop them, but their safety and escape was more important at the moment. At that moment it hit her, 'What about Flan?!' She quickly looked around in panic to find her new wheelchair bound friend. Then she spotted her, remaining in the same position still holding her same smile and piercing eyes. Almost as if it was planned, one iron ball headed directly towards her, "I'll help you out Flan!" Nami stepped directly in front of Flan, punched the iron ball out of the way as it bounced in another direction. "Whew, that was pretty close. Are you alright Flan?" she asked.

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Miku 'Elizabeth' Rizzo


Elizabeth shifted her head slightly to look at the elder alaster, already moving when she heard him snap his fingers and the attack had begun. She began to make her way towards the cloud guardian, her eye shifting to met Sora's. She paused a few feet away from the group of people, watching patiently as Sora cast his illusion. Somewhere in there back of her mind, Miku registered the fact that Murasaki Eri had been standing next to Cain before it was quickly cast aside as irrelevant by her colder counter part.

A shifting in color, as people began to vanish and Sora's illusion began to fill Elizabeth's vision along with Eri's lone figure. The space was desolate and endless, with both the land and sky continuing unbroken for mile on end. A few jaguars rocks lay scattered here and there, pointing up towards the sky. The sky itself held a strange purple glow, becoming darker as it spread out from a center point of bright violet. The ground had a black and white checkered pattern making the whole world seem like something out of wonderland. A cooling breeze wiped across the strange plain and the area sat in unbroken silence.

It was perfect for battle. Wide, open spaces allowed for easy movement and direct attacks though the lack of hiding and shields would prove a problem if she was ever forced onto the defensive. She would need to go on the defensive at least for the first half of the battle. Elizabeth didn't like rushing into a fight with no strategy or direction and often preferred to stay back and wait for her opponent to make a mistake or tier themselves out. What she did know of the cloud guardian, it would seem the girl relied heavily on her offensive attacks with large range attacks and endurance. Major weaknesses would be the fact that her attacks wouldn't be that powerful due to the area they cover as well as the fact that despite the heavy endurance that helps her lack of defense, the girl still held a weak defense which could prove her downfall.

The fact that she drew her endurance from other flames suggested it would be wise to avoid the use of the comet flame. Unlike most, Elizabeth held no heavy requirement on her flame and was more then capable with her box weapon and her standard katana for close attacks.

The key to winning this battle was simply the fact that Elizabeth had to end it fast. Elizabeth could not endure physically as long as Eri could which meant she needed to find the girls weak point before the battle even truly began.

Finishing her analysis of the girl in front of her, Elizabeth began her slow walk closer to the cloud guardian, her eyes hard and her face stoic as the plain katana fell down to be lightly grasped in her hand. "Shall we.", the question came out as a statement when Elizabeth found herself a few feet away from the cloud guardian. Her voice cold, the wind picking up slightly causing her twin pigtails to wipe around her face and the temperature of the whole world to drop at least 10 degrees.

The setting changes from Earth to Vongola Headquarters in Japan

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Character Portrait: Miku "Elizabeth" Risso Character Portrait: Cain  Vongola Character Portrait: Joel Lambe Character Portrait: Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo Character Portrait: Miyamoto Keiko Character Portrait: Murasaki Eri
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When Cain gave her a questionable look for a second, Eri could guess what the fool was thinking. She smiled a little at her own private joke.

"You're right. Who am I to deny my family what they need. They need the Sky, so I'll be the Sky for them."

It seemed like he was back to his normal care free self. With his nerves and pride healed he walked with Eri back to the main hall.

"So..... What is this interest you have," he asked out of nowhere.

"Well... since you're curious... I'm a professional cosplayer." she explained, opening the door for Cain and stepping in after him. "Do a couple of photoshoots, earn a bit of money, that sort of thin-"

SNAP!

That loud resounding snap of what was unmistakably fingers reverberated throughout the walls and suddenly chaos ensued. The structure around them began to be damaged by what seemed to be a very small projectile. Before Eri could move to assist the civilians and other famiglias, a brown haired guy suddenly jammed in front of her.

He looked her directly in the eye and said, "Hello there, Vongola Guardian of Cloud. I'd like you to meet my Rizzo friend, Miku. She's a sweet girl."

'What the-' was what Eri could think initially before her entire vision altered, replacing the pandemonium around her with a quiet plain, the sky and the land meeting at the horizon over an incredible distance. The place was empty, safe for a few rocks, pointing straight up at the strange, purple sky that seemed to fade darker and darker as it permeated outwards. Staring down at her feet, she felt as if she was on a chessboard, black and white squares filled the space around her.

'An illusion... Mist Flames? No... this feels different.'

Feeling the presence of another inhabitant in the desolated land, she looked up, staring at the figure ahead of her while a cool breeze swept the land, causing her braided hair to sway about.

What she could only decide upon was that the person that was slowly walking towards her was whom the brown haired man had called 'Miku'. As Miku came closer, Eri recognized the eyes and face of the girl with long black hair worn in pigtails. A face of a very focused fighter, a thought reinforced when a plain katana fell down to be lightly grasped in her hand. When the girl was a few feet away from Eri, she spoke.

"Shall we."

It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Her voice was cold and it seemed the entire world seemed to react to Miku's words, suddenly dropping several degrees and the winds picking up their pace, whipping Eri's white braids around in contrast to her opponent's dark pigtails.

"I really don't suggest fighting. There're better ways to deal with this." Eri reasoned, holding her hands up, her ring perfectly matching with the sky in this world. "What is it that you want from us?"

Fighting wasn't something that Eri wanted to slip into right now.




Miyamoto Keiko


"Heh. Well I'll just have to put forth more effort on my end then to bring him up. I'll have him surpass you and be gentleman while he's at it," Joel teased. "Though would you be alright with that? Handing over your title as champion?"

"Hah!" Keiko snorted before jabbing a thumb against her chest. "I ain't gonna hand over da title as Champion over tah anyone dat easily, not even if it's da Boss."

She then jabbed a finger at Joel's chest and winked playfully, "Though, I don't mind a lil' competition, so bring 'im up tah mah level if ya can. I'll prove tah da world dat the title rightfully belongs to me. Da cub ain't gonna have anythin' on meh."

SNAP!

Keiko's more sensitive ears quickly picked up the source of the sound and she stared directly at a sharply dressed man with dark hair. Almost in unison, she quickly picked up several different flame 'scents', new ones, one of which was the 'scent' of the guy she previously met, Sora. Something was wrong.

"I KNEW IT!" she burst out in anger, whacking away a stray piece of falling debris caused by a ball that was bouncing around, apparently picking up speed. At first her sensitive eyes managed to keep pace with the ball, watching as the ball seemed to change directions whenever it was going to collide with a civilian.

'Huh... so they're not aimin' ta kill?' she thought, before the ball eventually became too fast for her to track. 'Dammit!'

Moving quickly, Keiko bounded across the room to intercept a falling piece of the ceiling, saving a fearful couple who immediately ran without any thanks.

"If da situation ain't clear enuf, go fer da exit!" she yelled after them, adding, "And YER WELCOME!"

All around her, she saw frightened faces, and immediately felt the need to help them all. Sure, the Sun Guardian was cocky, arrogant and seemed like she could care less about what others thought but when it came to people in distress, she wanted to be the first on the scene to help. This situation was no different. She breathed in deeply and released it with a shout, doing what she did on stage, no mic, just her loud voice working it out.

"EVERYONE OUT! OUT! OUT!" she shouted.

"Take this Miyamoto!"

She instantly locking eyes with the person who called her, staring into the brown eyes of Sora before the area around both of them changed. A boxing arena caged match surrounded them. She stared around the illusionary field before turning a glare at Sora.

'Dis ain't an ordinary illusion.'

"So I heard you like close ranged fighting?" Sora smirked, "It's my specialty as well. Once again, let me reintroduce myself, I'm Sora Rizzo, Rizzo Guardian of the Star." Keiko's eyes immediately saw the stars in his eyes. "Now I'll be needing that Sun ring of yours."

*DING DING DING*

"In this corner is the bright star, 5'9 and illusion expert! SORA RIZZO!" says an overhead announcer that Keiko dismissed immediately along with the applause of what she knew was a non-existent crowd despite the fact that multiple faces were cheering and shouting around her.

"In this corner, the shining star herself, 5'8, blue eyes and a beautiful physique. The champ herself! Miyamoto Keiko!"

Her inside ring instincts were brought to fore and her fist shot up in unison to the announcement.

"NOW! FIGHT!"

Sora ran up directly towards her with a flying roundhouse kick that she grabbed hold off, her Sun Flames slowly radiating from her like yellow tendrils of energy. Tossing him aside, her indifferent, stoic, unimpressed face stared him down as she seemed to glow like a sun.

"I knew somethin' was off 'bout ya." she told him, "And tah think dat I found ya a nice person."

One step forward.

"There're multiple lives out there dat could possibly be crushed by fallin' debris while ya trap me inside this illusion." her voice seemed to quiver with rage, and somewhere buried inside it, an unmistakable concern.

Another step forward.

"If ya had a bone tah pick with da Vongola..." she gritted her teeth in anger while her fists tightened, "...don't involve da innocent..."

She launched herself forward into such a perfect pounce, that if one were to look at her, they would see the after-image of a panther behind her. The look on her face was one of pure anger and rage, animalistic, protective rage.

"AND YA SURE AS HELL CAN BET ON IT DAT BEFORE YA TOUCH DA CUBS-"

She swung a powerful fist at Sora.

"-THEIR MUM WILL BE THERE TAH PROTECT 'EM!"

Her opponent rolled away, causing her fist to collide against the caged ring and ripping it apart as Keiko's fist burst through the metal caging. Pulling her fist away, the injured flesh healed instantly, the Sun Flames working their magic as they concentrated on the injured location.

"Da wide sky may encompass da other five flames, but there's a misconception 'bout da last flame. Da Sun lies outta reach from da Sky, in da depths of Space, a Star tah da faraway Universe." she said in a more controlled tone, bouncing about shaking her hands as she prepared to fight.

Readying herself, she got into her fighting stance, her midnight blue hair falling about as she did her signature head bob, "Da Sun will always be da greatest of da Sky Flames, remember dat."

Her eyes seemed to dull out, replaced by zoned out eyes that seemed to be out of focus, yet focused at the same time. Her entire demeanor changed.

"Don't lose yer footing, rabbit." she warned him. "Yer're facing an apex predator."

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Sora got tossed aside by Miyamoto with easy and was not surprised. He knew she was experienced in close combat and that a simple kick wouldn't be able to take out the Sun guardian easily.

"I knew somethin' was off 'bout ya. And tah think dat I found ya a nice person."

"You're a cool person too. Maybe in another lifetime..." Sora paused for a second then continued, "but for now I need that ring."

"If ya had a bone tah pick with da Vongola...don't involve da innocent..."

Those last few words rung like loud cathedral bells in Sora's ears knowing that they may end up killing the innocent just for these rings; however, this mission was more important. 'Sacrifice some to save many. That's the only way,' he thought to reassure himself.

Miyamoto came charging in, "THEIR MUM WILL BE THERE TAH PROTECT 'EM!"

Sora saw her panther like swiftness as she charged in. He stood in place seemingly not worried about the punch coming at him. "Come at me Mama Bear!" he exclaimed to ridicule her. Sora was sent flying back into the caged in what appeared to be an extremely painful impact.

"A PAINFUL BLOW FROM MIYA-MOTO!!!" yelled the announcer in the background.

"Don't lose yer footing, rabbit. Yer're facing an apex predator."

"HAS THE STAR BEEN BURNT OUT BY THE SUN?" the announcer continued, "But wait! Is he getting up?!"

Sora slowly got up from the ground and chuckled a little bit. He was calm, collected, and completely unscathed.

"You don't have to worry about this 'rabbit'."

He laughed again. He cracked his neck on both sides, began rotating his arm as if he was preparing for a track meet.

"Apex predator huh?" he smiled. "Well, you're facing the epitome of hunters. As we all know every hunter catches his prey with"

Another Sora appeared to his left side and said, "Traps and."

A third Sora appeared to his right, "Tricks."

"WHAT IS THIS? THREE SORA'S?!" yelled the announcer, "What will Miyamoto do?!"

"Let's go!" he yelled to his duplicates.

His two duplicates hopped on their skateboards and begun skating across the cages. They were propelled by the star flame sending them at faster speeds. The first Sora ran in directly towards Miyamoto to give her a direct gut punch followed by the second and third Sora's jumping from their skateboards to send a propelled kick at Miyamoto.

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The sight of the three Soras caught Keiko off-guard and she was even more surprised when she managed to stop one of the Sora's punches before the other two jumped forward to attack her with kicks, sending her backward against the caged ring. A deep growl emanated from within her throat as she glared at her adversaries.

'Three of 'em... Dis can only mean illusions. But they feel real.' she thought to herself, 'Too real compared tah dah Mist Flames...'

Leaping forward, her face set in a snarl, she swung out with a fist and a leg striking the two Soras that had kicked her.

The two Sora's were flung back on the ground. They quikcly hopped back towards their feet. "Ah, you're in rare form tonight Miyamoto. Come now Sora's, Chop Chop!" said Sora as he clapped his hands twice.

"TWO MORE SORA'S?!! Come on Champ! Handle this!" yelled the announcer; however, this time his voice started to seem more Sora-like that Keiko couldn't help but notice.

The five Sora's surrounded Miyamoto, "Guess I'll show you something new." Each Sora tightened their gloves on their hand. Each pair of gloves on every Sora begun to produce a unique flame type of the Vongola. Sky, Sun, Storm, Rain and Mist respectively. With this flame, Sora started to produce aspects of each flame type.

"Just hand over the ring" one said. "Save us the trouble Champ," commanded the other. "You're really pretty," said one blushing Sora. The other four stared at him with a look of shame, "Alright guys, roll out!," yelled one of the Sora's.

"HAH!" Keiko snorted, thumbing her nose before going back into her stance. "Dah more, dah merrier, rabbit. I'm gonna cut each one of ya down tah size, then I'll find dah real ya and then make sure ya can never have children."

The Sky flame Sora propelled himself shooting Sky flame from his hands, in midair he began shooting clusters of Sky flame at Miyamoto. Cluster for cluster, Keiko threw punch for punch, her upper body working like a machine, striking each Sky flame with her fists. When Storm Sora made both of his hands pointed like a hand gun which sent forth destructive bolts, Keiko did the exact same, punching the bolts. Which each punch, Keiko began to feel that the attacks were beginning to push her fists back, sending ripples across her skin from the impact.When the Sun and Rain fueled by their respective flames leap into close combat and sent a flurry of kicks and punches, she accepted the challenge they bestowed upon to her, only to finally realize the reason why she was losing so much ground.

Miyamoto Keiko's Sun Flames had been completely cancelled out. Punched and kicked all over by her enemies, she brought her body close together, trying to numb out the blows while she came to terms that her opponent's Sun Flame's Harmonic properties and Rain Flame's properties played a role, petrifying and then slowly eating away at her Sun flames, causing her to lose their strengthening properties and the regeneration. Angered that she was outsmarted by a mere rabbit, she roared and struck out at the Sun Sora, shattering her wrist with a punch that was way to strong for her body to handle. With that opening, she dodged the next punch from the Storm Sora.

Fueling her wrist with pure, concentrated Sun flames at an incredibly high release rate, a method she had concocted to help heal her most fatal wounds as soon as she could. As she rubbed the healing wrist, the Mist Sora moved his hands in a unique matter which produced a series of floating blocks, after moving his hands as if he was casting a spell, they were sent flying towards Miyamoto. Her fists went ablaze once more with higher intensity Sun flames, her state of mind beginning to enter a very feral, yet focused form, mimicking a predator hunting it's prey with only one objective: To Succeed. With great force and agility she surged forward, shattering each block with a swift jab while making her way closer to the Mist Sora and struck at him with multiple blows, ending it with an uppercut, straight into the air.

Done, she looked around her like a wild animal, her eyes holding a rather crazed look and a deep growl in her throat. Now focused, everything seemed clearer to her. Sight, smell, touch, hearing and even taste. The scent of the Flames became evident, although the hint of that odd smelling flame still seemed to emanate from somewhere. That must be the unknown flame this rabbit was using. Keiko hissed like a cat, her face forming an almost feline snarl.

Faintly, so faint that the sensitive Keiko dismissed it as imagination, a scream could be heard, a scream full of pain and agony.

"Ya're good, rabbit." she admitted, then bounded towards the Sky Sora, grabbing hold of his collar and aimed a fist at him in midair. "But even dah greatest hunters fall before predators!"

She punched, hell-bent on shattering the skull of this offender of the Vongola famiglia, this harmer of innocents, this proud hunter who thought he could take down the greatest predator of all.

All of the Sora's were lying on the ground hurt from Miyamota's fierce blows while the crowd went wild cheering. The unconscious Sora's then dissolved into thin air. *Clap, Clap* A slow clap came from the corner of the ring. Sora with an amused look upon his face walked slowly towards Miyamota, "Wow, honestly I'm impressed Miyamoto. You just don't tire out, do you?" He expected her to show signs of fatigue at this point, but she just kept going.

"Look over there," he pointed towards the audience, "You sure have kept them entertained for sure."

"Go get him Miyamoto!" "Knock her out Sora!" "Keep fighting!!!!" "Do it again!" yelled from all the directions of the audience.

In the audience, you can see hundreds of lively people sitting down, cheering, standing up, walking around; however, the strange thing about it was...they were all Sora's. There was a Sora walking around selling popcorn, hot dogs, drinks to other Soras. Some stood and cheered, others looked upset, and they all behaved as if they were a true legit audience. Keiko was briefly shocked back into her normal state of mind before this realization raised her eyebrows.

"You can do it champ!" a man with a coach-like apparel said from the sidelines near Miyamoto.

"You see Miyamoto in this space," he raised both of his arms. "This is my world and we can fight here for years until you're done," with both his hands raised fifty Sora's appeared and surrounded Miyamoto. They all produced a mixture of the Sun, Storm, Mist, Rain, and Lightning flame within in their gloves. They all had the same look in their eyes and stared directly at the Sun Ring around her neck.

'A space... his world...'

"You see Miyamoto, the Sun shines ever so bright; however, one day it'll explode, tire out in a sense. " he paused then continued, "And all that will remain is, the Stars"

'Stars...'

A golden star formed in every Sora duplicates eyes and begun shining. "Just know, ever predator will one day become the prey."

"Ah, it looks like they're all ready! This is your host Sora, and I'd like to say," he took a deep breathe that was heard through the microphone, "LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLEEEEE!!!!"

All of the Sora's got into a fighting stance, then begun to charge at Miyamoto from all sides. Miyamoto closed her eyes and breathed in, before letting out a loud 'swoosh' when she breathed out. The noise drowned out the rest of the sounds around her, the crowd cheering, the announcer, even the footsteps of the other Soras. She now knew what flame she was dealing with and the properties it possessed. She didn't know how, but she knew somewhere deep inside. That was all she needed to get out of this space. She laughed quietly to herself.

"Star Flames... properties of Perception, the master Flame of Illusions..." she drawled out, her surroundings beginning to fade in and out of focus, the Vongola HQ and Sora's Space beginning to fight for dominance over her senses.

One second she would hear people screaming in terror, the next she would hear Soras yelling and cheering. One moment she would see debris collapsing all over the HQ, then she could see Soras running towards her with gloves with different flames. She began to glow with Sun flames and a yellow glow was trailing along her eyes as she looked around. Suddenly, everything became slow.

"Hey rabbit." Keiko stared up at the lights above the ring, almost with a very relaxed expression. "Didja know? Dah Sun is dah strongest when it explodes, and it's also dah most beautiful moment in dah Sun's life span. It ain't tirin' out-"

And then, almost like the shattering of a mirror, her surroundings disappeared, sending her back to the HQ where she really was. Screaming and debris falling galore.

"-it just knows it's time for it tah destroy an entire solar system. That's why, it's called a Supernova."

Sora stood there covering his eyes with his left hand. Just before he was about to reach for the sun ring in reality, the bright light produced by it blinded him. His illusion had been completely demolished, a first for him. After regaining his composure, he looked up to see the falling debris and raining palla's around him, slightly disgusted. His own illusions was much better than seeing panicking people running and chaos erupting everywhere. Although Donovan's controlled palla's weren't harming people, the raining debris, panicking crowd,and the falling people that were getting trampled went against Alastor's 'No killing' commandment. 'Is it more important to get the ring? Should I keep attacking? Is it more important to save these people to preserve the timeline? But without the rings we can't save everyone, a few could die, the end justifies the means....right?' thought Sora as he contemplated his next move.

Staring at the carnage around her, she looked back at Sora. "I have no time for you now rabbit. I have innocents to help, a family to protect."

He snapped out of his train of thought with Miyamoto's words 'rabbit' causing him to instantly focus on her. He saw Miyamoto dash off to help people without a second though. For a second, he was about to dash back to her and continue his attempts to take the ring; however, in his sight he saw a piece of debris gradually falling towards a child lying on the ground. He fueled up his elemental gloves with the Storm flames, stuck out his right hand like a gun, and closed one eye. "I'm not a fan of harming the innocents myself Miyamoto," he said to himself out loud. *Bang* Three quick shots of disintegration storm flames were shot at the debris which dissolved them in midair. "Get up kid, hurry move that way!" he yelled. The child responded, hopped up and quickly begun moving. Sora glanced around and saw others in similar scenarios with the collapsing debris. He hopped on his skateboard, cruised around, and begun helping the people with their escape.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!" she could hear the scream that she had earlier dismissed as her imagination loud and clear now. It was-

"BOSS?!" she called out, her drawl replaced by something that Keiko considered concern. She looked around her with urgency as the screams continued for what seemed like eternity until it stopped.

"Tch!" Keiko surged around the HQ, lifting up rubble that were trapping some of the innocents that she could sense, all the while trying to find Cain.

After what seemed ages to her, but only minutes to everyone else, she saw him. Hunched up into a ball with someone in a suit standing with superiority over him and that glint in between the man's fingers...

"HAND IT OVER!" she growled, swiping at the Vongola Sky Ring and stood between the stranger and her incapacitated boss.

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As Sora glided around on his skateboard assisting the escape of the Vongola attendees, he looked over and saw a painful sight. It was Cain, the Vongola Head, lying unconscious on the floor after what looked like a gruesome beating. Sora didn't even have to think to know who he fought, "Alastor" he said as he sighed. 'He didn't have to do all that, did he?' he thought.

He also saw that younger Alastor poke his tongue out and give 'the finger' to the Fredrick, the Vongola of Rain. That little brat ended up getting a ring before me? Little bratty as- thief.' In the past, younger Alastor made it a habit to take things, specifically for Sora his skateboard. He was never forgiven for the time he broke it.

Not far off from the Alastor's was Miyamoto, she was in an angered state within striking range of him. 'I can already see where this is going.'

"HAND IT OVER!" She yelled while he blatantly ignored her.

Sora cringed hearing her yell at Alastor while Alastor didn't even acknowledge her presence. 'She has no idea what she's getting into.' Sora pictured Miyamoto with her legs broken and backwards while her arms being left out of place, lying on the ground with both Alastor's merely chuckling at the sight. 'I'd prefer her not to end up like broken legs over here,' Sora thought, 'I guess I'll intervene, for her sake.'

"Hi-ho, Silver! Away!" he yelled like an old school western cowboy on his skateboard. He jetted off in the direction towards Miyamoto and Alastor. He hand both of his hands formed like mini-handguns, and jumped up off the ground with his skateboard over Miyamoto. While upside down in midair, he shot storm flamed bolts around her entire body as warning shots instead of hitting her directly. He landed in between the Alastor's and Miyamoto, pointed his left palm open as if he was signaling her to stop at Miyamoto and produced a lightning flame from his gloves. The current could be seen floating around his hands while he held an extremely serious look upon his face.

"You don't want to go any further, trust me," he said. He held the serious tone in his voice then said, "Look-a mon. Don't ya need tah heal-lah Cain? He will die-ya if yah don't use dah Sun fire." His atrocious accent was a pun at mocking how the Miyamoto sometimes spoke.

"Unless you'd rather have Cain be cripple for the rest of his life?"

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Character Portrait: Cain  Vongola Character Portrait: Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo Character Portrait: Miyamoto Keiko Character Portrait: Fredrick Dill Koenig Character Portrait: Shaji Ai Character Portrait: Hildegarde Faust
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It wasn't the miracle Ai had predicted, though it was probably better than what Ai had in mind. Ai had very little freedom of movement, so she wanted to distract Hildegarde while she trapped her by surprise. Ai was just about to grab Hildegarde when a scream echoed throughout the room. Cain's, the Vongola boss's scream. Ai's focus turned immediately toward asserting his safety, but there was no way she'd be able to do so with Hildegarde after her. She wasn't likely going to be distracted by an illusion again, yet another distraction had to be all Ai needed. "Uploading deathperation materialization data," she muttered, presenting a box out of her sleeve.

Injecting Mist flames out of her ring into it, Ai summoned a tree-sized creature out of the box weapon consisting of indigo-colored tentacles and beast-like eyes that dotted all around the thick rope-like mass. Each and every single one glared at Hildegarde. Nebbia di Malocchio, the evil eyes of the Mist. A box weapon based on a specific ring of special craftsmanship that was known by the mafia as a "Hell Ring". The origins of such rings are likely old enough to go back to the time of the Ancestors whom first crafted deathperation flame devices. That particular ring's craftsmanship was the responsibility of the one whom first conceived of Ai's type, the Malocchio as some humans have called them. This particular box weapon was meant to consist of multiple artificial Malocchio of which were fueled upon flames rather than human bodies. Consisting of multiple Malocchio meant it consisted of multiple minds fused as one which created a superbrain, a supercomputer of which Ai could use whenever needed. It couldn't understand many of the things Ai could, of course, as it would have required a large input of flames and a large amount of time to remain materialized to completely comprehend exactly what it even was, so it was merely used for complicated mathematics of which Ai would have trouble computing on her own, such as mapping out the multiverse. Of course, because it was fueled by flames, it craved them and could easily be used as a box weapon for combat, where it would seek out flames and consume them, and had no problem draining them from the source. After all, it wished to have enough power to comprehend on its own, just as any infantile Malocchio or even the entirety of her kind for that matter, did.

Hildegarde frowned at the beast before her, its unseemly shape and stature bested only by its misshapen monstrous eyes. Several options occurred to her simultaneously as she went over potential maneuvers in her head. She could use the remainder of her candies and recreate the Quasar. Hildegarde shook her head. No, no. It'd be uncouth to unleash such an amazing move twice in one fight. Maybe she'd just blow it to bits with a Nade, like she did to the stage when she first attacked. Hmm. Nah.

After a few moments of deliberation, one option stood out above all the others—not for its practicality, but because of how much of a mess it might make, and how fun it'd be to use. Her frown lessened at the thought.

Suddenly, the beast charged her, its tentacles fanning out like the digits of some massive unholy hand. Hildegarde reacted tactfully, dodging the initial assault using what remained of the stage as cover while she prepared, carefully pouring her spare candies from her dominant right hand into her left. She followed by popping one of the candies into her mouth, crunching it between her teeth. With her dominant hand free, she made a fist.

When the tentacles finally found her again, their deformed eyes swiveling to glare at her crouched form, she simply stood, revealing herself.

"Spitfire," she muttered, the word butchered by her full mouth. Without wasting another second, Hildegarde angled her head towards the ceiling and opened her mouth, spitting several fragmented pieces of candy into the air. The flame-infused fragments caught fire immediately, burning with an incandescent maroon hue. Like little rockets, they took off in all directions. In response, the innumerable eyes of the box beast began to swivel and shift in tandem with their various trajectories, as if attracted by the miniature fireballs.

Hildegarde wiped the spittle from her mouth with the back of her sleeve, watching her pretties go to work on the beast. The inflamed candies swirled around the beast for a few moments like fireflies in the wind before angling their trajectories and colliding with the flame-hungry beast, exploding upon impact. The resulting shock waves kicked more dust and dirt up into the air, creating a foggy haze.

Hildegarde raised her clenched fist to her face, kissing the tops of her knuckles. If one were to look closely, they'd notice off-red hairline fissures forming along the skin of her fist, traveling down to her forearms. Her entire arm began to vibrate ever so slightly. With the creature and its tentacles sufficiently distracted by the explosion and blinded by the cloud of dust, Hildegarde surged forward, fist bared, rapidly ascending a piece of rubble that jutted out of the ground like a ramp. WIth one powerful leap, she rocketed into the foggy unknown, piercing the cloud of dust like a missile, airborne, headed straight for the beast. All of its eyes pivoted immediately, focusing on her, but it was too late for all that.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" She roared, her body angled like a crescent moon, her stomach out, fist held up behind her ear, other arm out in front of her, body twisted somewhat at the midsection. Within her eyes lied a frightening madness, an exhilarated fury. She enjoyed winning. She enjoyed pleasing Alastor. But most of all, she enjoyed making things explode—especially for Alastor.

"Haaaaaaaaw!" Hildegarde twisted her body as much as she could in the last instant, using her forward momentum to its fullest in delivering a devastating punch straight into the middle of the creature's unsightly mass. For a moment, nothing happened. Hildegarde remained in her stance, landing elegantly, fist still out before her as the dust cleared. Then, suddenly, she hopped back a few steps. Once. Twice. Three times, distancing herself from the creature.

And then it exploded in a fiery crescendo that bathed the immediate area in slime and singed creature-parts. The resulting resonance rocked the entire building to its foundations, further weakening the integrity of the structure.

Hildegarde pivoted on her heel, turning her back just as the explosion occurred, fist once again raised, the tails of her dress flapping in the artificial wind. "Infinite Mass Punch," she said in her usual drawl. "God damn I'm good."

Ai payed no mind to the loss of her box weapon, as box weapons repaired themselves easily. Whether Hildegarde attacked her again or not once she was noticed, Ai didn't care. Her priority was Cain's safety. She approached Cain as the others were harassing the Alastors and crouched over him to examine his health. However she could tell, she could tell he was alive and with medical treatment, he could be healed. The shock might have been worse than the injury, it seemed. However, it wasn't likely that Sun flames alone were going to heal him entirely. Ai stood back up and turned to look at the two Alastors, mainly at the older one whom threatened her earlier and was in possession of Cain's ring. Keiko, however, cut in and attempted to take the ring back from him. "HAND IT OVER!"

On the other side of the room stood Hildegarde, still in pose. When she was satisfied that the explosion had ended, she turned, facing the fruits of her destructive power. There was a small crater where the ugly creature once existed. "Hmph." Though she hoped that the explosion had taken out the body snatching invader and its hostage mind slave, she didn't get her hopes up. The probe and its ring were not her primary concern any longer.

Hildegarde dropped a piece of candy onto the floor, crushing it underfoot. Many of the fragments became lodged in the grooves at the bottom of her shoe, as was her intention. Suddenly, the ground below her feet exploded in a glorious blaze of maroon-red flames. She slowly began to lift off from the ground like a space shuttle launching for the first time. And then she darted upward, the Quasar flames emanating in controlled bursts from the candy stuck to the backside of her shoe. She was higher now than she was when she stood above the balcony, which ironically lay behind her. She was now overlooking the entire auditorium, scanning carefully, hand on her forehead as a makeshift visor.

That's when she saw her Alastors, surrounded by these primitive lifeforms and their pathetic excuse for weapons.

Disgusting.

Hildegarde brought her knees close to her chest, rolling in the air. Right before she lost her balance and dropped, she extended her legs and blasted off, Quasar flames exploding outwards with such ferocity that they melted what remained of the upper balcony. She zipped across the hall in a matter of seconds, landing so hard that she cracked the tiling underneath her feet. She was standing mere inches away from a girl—one of the Vongola ring bearers by the look of her, though her back was turned to Hildegarde, so she wasn't entirely sure. Not that it mattered.

The girl had midnight blue hair cut to neck length, and was slightly shorter than Hildegarde herself. She liked that. On the other side of the girl was someone she knew quite well. Sora. Hildegarde gave him the oddest stare, one that was incomprehensible even to her. All that she knew was that this Vongola girl was far faaaaaaar too close to Alastor.

She didn't like that. Not at all.

Hildegarde leaned forward slightly so that her lips were less than an inch from the girl's ear. "If you value your fucking life," she began, her tone as even and cool as a mid-autumn night. "You'll step the fuck off."