Akio Yamada's Story

A light breeze would blow through the courtyard of Yamada estate , Akio spent most of his free time sitting under one of the many trees that lined the courtyard. Even if Akio only had a few minutes before he had to be at the Vongola Corporation tech demo to revival the Box Tool's to the world. Anyone in the mafia world would know them better as their given name Box weapons. The Vongola Corporation spent the last ten year repurposing the box weapons for the general public. Akio felt a little depressed that he had to spend such a nice day stuck inside all day. Back home Akio had no free time, if he wasn't sleeping or eating, he was "Training" with his mother. Well, at least that's what she called training, Akio would call it getting beaten into a paste while someone yelled at you to fight better .

Akio even being nowhere near the Vongola Japanese Sector Akio could still hear all of the commotion caused by the all of the news crews, businesses men and scientists who came to see the groundbreaking presentation. Akio let out a long and depressing sigh, he couldn't afford to be late for something so important the "I got lost" excuse only works so many times even if you are blind. Akio reached over and pick up Batto no nayami no tane from the ground beside him, one of the many advantages of being blind is Akio could carry his cane-sword with him anywhere. Once Akio made it back to his feet, he had a set of familiar footsteps, "it's really uncool for you to bother me on such a nice day sis".

A tall young woman stood before him. The family resemblance between the two was striking. The only noticeable difference was the young woman had a very upset look on her face, well that and the fact they didn't share the same gender. "Batto! Did you forget the arrangement you made with mother and father once you became a guardian to the 11th?" Akio smirks "nope! I remember." Akio tries to mimic his mother's voice the best he can, "Now that you are The Vongola's guardian of the Rain you will have to train even harder. There for You will not only have your daily sparing matches with be but also your elder sister. "

The fact that he was mocking their mother only seemed to upset his sister more. "Then why have you not shown up for a single one?!" Akio begins to walk away, "that's easy.......... I lied!", he laughed. The woman reaches out and grabbed Akio by the shoulder, "You do realize mother is going to be upset when I tell her this." Akio turns his head back to her, a huge smile would slowly start to form on his face "YUP!" He then quickly pull away from her [color=#0099FF]"As much as I enjoy talking to you sis, I don't want to be late for the tech demo." Akio say this with a heavily sarcastic undertone.

Akio had only been the Vongola's rain guardian for a few weeks, but already the responsibility and expectation were beginning to be thin with him. Akio couldn't understand why all of a sudden people expected him to be this super serious guardian. Akio figured the 11th wouldn't have asked him to become her guardian of the rain if she wanted someone who was serious all the time. Akio almost turned her down when she asked him before some reason he couldn't Reida was the one person Akio didn't mind doing things for. Maybe this was because she was the 10th's granddaughter, or maybe it was because she was a natural born leader.who knows? Nonetheless Akio didn't plan on ever becoming someone who is serious all the time.

Akio made his favorite entrance into the Vongola Headquarters there are rumors that the mainly underground building was constructed during the Tenth's time during the conflict against the Milliefore family. But of course the only ones who knew if this was true or not would be the 10th and his guardians. None the less there the building had secret entrances all over town most people were using the main entrances that was not to far from Namimori middle school. To Akio that was boring the entrance he liked using was near namimori shrine


"" Sorry its not that great of a post but I'm in a rush for school. T^T""

Akio Yamada

Akio rushed off into the building to make it to the ceremony. He was sure the other guardians were already there. He was late again as usual. His collar was all loose, his tuxedo shirt was wrinkly, and his tie was arranged into several strange knots. Formal wear was definitely not Akio's style. Lucky for him most of his sloppy appearance was hidden under the coat he always wore. Akio couldn't shake the feeling that a certain Cloud Guardian would want to yell at him about his absence for the majority of this 'important' day. Still, it would be great to see everyone again. Before Akio knew it he was in a room full of people. Akio immediately scanned the area for need sign for the other Guardian's hoping they were close by. Well, it seemed luck didn't like him today he couldn't find any of them.

There weren't to many times Akio wished he wasn't blind, but this was one of those time. The teenager's frown deepened and he walked into the crowd, his footsteps barely created any noises as he weaved in between people in the crowd. until he came to a halt. His nose caught a familiar scene "Boss". He had known Reida long before he Became one of her Guardians ...and she used to be the only connection with the human world that he had...if it was not for her, Akio was sure that he would become a crazy serial killer or just a mindless zombie... Just like he parents wanted. He was always thankful to her for that. A huge smile escaped the teenager's lips, well...he guessed now she wasn't his only connection with the human world after all. He had the other Guardians ...even if he just only knew them for short time , he had already felt a deep sense of connection with each of them, some were fainter than the others but it was there... Akio swiftly followed the 11th scene until he was close enough to play his favorite game. "Sounds like you lost a pound and a half since the last time i seen you boss. Lets hope your not losing weight do to the stress of being the 11th." Akio joked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Revealing..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"This is..."

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

"This is wrong!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We are currently in danger."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Something was really aggravating his sister.

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

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

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

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

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

Well, maybe Rosa on an off day.

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

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

After making his way to his seat Akio zoned in and out during the External Advisor speech. Akio began tugging on his black dress gloves he muttered to himself, "Man, I didn't know this was going to be so boring." Once he was done fidgeting with gloves he looked back up just to see Reida make her way to the podium. Her voice carried over the crowd like a breeze, her words strong and confident. Akio would have been proud of her if he wasn't so bored. He lazily payed attention to her, until her voice began to soften. This immediately caught Akio's attention, then he felt it. Explosions all around the base simultaneously. Reida called out to her guardians "I need everyone to get as many people out as possible!" This was lost on Akio, since he could see it would be pointless for him to help others try and get out of the base. Akio figured his best move was to stop whoever was behind this. Akio made his way through the panicking crowd, once he was out of the crowd he noticed someone off to the side. they were not panicking. From what Akio could tell they actually seemed to enjoy this. Once he moved closer to them he could smell blood on them. It wasn't a very strong smell but who ever this was had recently been covered in it. He grinned deviously already itching to break up his boredom. "So I'm guessing you have something to do with this," he said, pointing with his cane.

((OOC: Sorry this post isn't good but I rushed to make it since I don't know how long the site is going to cooperate with me... I been trying to post for the last two days but every time I go to post the site is down.... so ya lol.))

Edited by Lloyd999

The elder Alastor somehow managed a chuckle without cracking a smile. The sound came out as sarcastic instead of jovial, cold and bitter instead of warm or happy.

Truth be told, it'd been a long time since he'd had an enemy run at the very sight of him. So when the Vongola XI snagged her little brother and made a beeline for an exit, he couldn't say he wasn't caught off guard. Perhaps she was a coward, abandoning her friends and allies to their grisly fate. Or perhaps she was playing a more strategic game, trying to lure him into an area more favorable to her style of combat.

That was the type of tactic the aliens loved to pull back where he was from.

Not that it mattered either way. That moment he met the Vongola boss's eyes, he realized: she would be no match for him. This was not the legendary Reida Sawada, the historical paragon of the Vongola family. This was just a scared little girl who'd found herself in way over her head.

Unlike her, he, Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo, was not real. Not here. Not in this time. Not even in this universe. He was more like a ghost, an illusion from another universe—one given flesh and blood by the technological marvel that is the Rizzo Clocktower. All of his memories were intact, as were his unique set of skills, skills honed through perpetual and torturous combat experienced over the course of decades against a merciless and unfeeling enemy far more advanced than he. The only thing he lacked as an illusion in this foreign universe was access to his power. Part of existing as one of three meant his current reserves of deathperation energy were not his own. He was forced to rely on an inferior and unrefined version of his own power, his own flame, from a more boyish version of himself. Worse, that power was further split three ways. The current Alastor's flame output was split evenly amongst himself and his temporal images.

Compared to his real body's nigh-limitless reserves of deathperation energy, with the capacity to output Space flames nearly as pure as that of Maschenny Rizzo, his current flames were as nothing.

Again, not that it really mattered. None of this did. Even in this severely handicapped state, with the mere capacity to manifest a stunted more impure version of his own flame for a much more limited amount of time, he could still handle a child—a little girl and her little friends, all blissfully unaware of the war they had become pawns in.

The true Reida Sawada—the legendary boss—perhaps she'd have given him a run for his money. But this version? This kid? It'd be like taking candy from a baby.

Alastor sighed softly as he walked. He didn't have to move to dodge any of the panicking audience members. They all seemed to flow around him instead, as if he were a mighty stone amidst of a roaring river. Even these primitive humans had a sense who was and was not a threat. As his target and her brother disappeared down a hall, moving at a brisk sprint, Alastor maintained his leisurely pace.

One such as he did not run. Not for anyone.

Moments earlier, Alastor had caught sight of Elysia, the current Alastor's Comet Guardian, giving chase to the Sawada siblings when someone had the audacity to step in his path, barring his way. Alastor didn't recognize him specifically, but could feel the energy radiating from him. He'd long become accustomed to the gentle pressure that those with the capacity to produce deathperation flames gave off. In this regard, the old Sky suite was no different.

"So I'm guessing you have something to do with this," the person said. Alastor chuckled again, this time in disbelief. This person was nothing more than an adolescent. A mere boy dared to address him? A token Guardian was impudent enough to step up to the likes of he?

Preposterous.

Alastor didn't even deign to look at this Vongola, let alone respond, choosing instead to maneuver around the kid like a leaf in the wind, continuing on his way. The very notion of a Guardian attacking him didn't even register in his mind, for no primitive would dare raise their hand against one such as he.

Besides, none of the Vongola Guardians were his target, and so none of them were worth his time. And above all, that was the commodity most in demand, wasn't it? Time.

It was truly funny how boredom worked. At the start, it seems like it'll never pass. Hours pass by along with the boredom and it seems like each one passes slower than its predecessor. Luckily with boredom comes new ideas. Ideas of how to pass the time. These ideas could be drinking punch, or eating sweats. Even talking to people is a good way to pass through the grueling wait, that promised nothing but the utmost fun. Still, Tyde bared his teeth and went with it. It was his job after all. If he controlled himself then he would have his fun at the end of the day. How sweet it would taste too after being denied for so long. He had to think. Was he a masochist for this type of thing? Did he like being denied his birthright? His right to take life with his own prowess? It was a fun idea for a about two minutes, but seeing as he didn't really care about the ticks he had in his personality to either fix them or follow through with them. Of course this wasn't entirely true. More like a half truth. He would admit that his love for life and the last wonders of it was a tick, by human standards and maybe even alien ones. However, he didn't consider a tick. Instead it was something he was meant to do. A road he was meant to take. . . Plus it was fun.

He sighed, falling back into a state of non existence, or daydreaming for some. He noted the Vongola pair walk away from Kurai, which was a relief to him. The more they stood around them, the more he wanted to kill them.

To make matters worse, he was passing through the mid stage of boredom. Thanks to the annoying man announcing the start of the presentation. This stage was more anticipation than anything. He could literally feel his time coming upon him, much like a kid who studies all day just to smell his mothers cooking. Well, in his case it was either a doctors cooking or a servants, but it was all the same feeling at the end of the day. Usually, in an event like that, one would run to the dinner table, ready to eat. However, this was one of those times where you had to let a meal marinate first. It marinates and all you can do is sit back and look at it, licking your lips raw until the right time calls to dig in. This situation was only different because instead of food, they were targets. All lined up on stage. Had this been a mission to kill them, Tyde wouldn't hesitate but to crush them with rocks found in one of his boxes. Or even himself. Though, when he thought about it, rocks would be better. It would be less likely for them to die, especially if he targeted their limbs. Then, with the ones that survived he could have his way. It was a pity really. His fun would be cut in half, but he'd still be able to bring pain. Tyde decided he would imagine the rest after he was done. He looked at the Vongola, just like the rest of the crowd. Though, instead of paying attention to what was being said, he gazed at them long enough to fix them into his day dream.

The eleventh. Yes, she spoke about things that didn't matter to Tyde, but with every expression her face made, Tyde could see it better and better. The sight of the dark place, he called his thinking space. He had a lot of thought space in his dream world, but the thinking space was special. Each idea made Tyde an Einstein of death. Whether it be prolonging or hastening, inflicting or numbing, he was able to do it. Sometimes he wondered if the things he has thought of and done were things people would find in the future of him simplistic and boring. It made him feel happy, knowing one day, someone could surpass him.

"Oh my," he said in the dark room. "I almost forgot about my pastime. Eleventh Vongola, you aren't my target, but still, I can play with you. Hehe. Here I can play with all of you."

The dark room shown small lights in seven different places, each showing a tied up Vongola. "For the eleventh, I took out your voice box. I don't really want to here you talk about... What is it? Revolutionized Tools? Yeah, just like the man who invented the wheel said. And now look, we don't even need wheels. Circular objects are still used though so hey. Wasn't much of a waste now was it? Whatever. You bore me, so onto the next."

He walked around to the second table which had the sun guardian. "Little Trevor. So young and innocent. Though if I had my way..." He thought for a second. "Yes. Brilliant. I'll stitch your back onto the Storm kids back, then I'll hang you from the ceiling with.... Let's say fish hooks? Maybe that's too cliche. Oh. I can nail you to it with knives. Then slowly the stitches will fail do the weight of Stormy here and he'll probably fall to his death. You, on the other hand, will probably be bled out by then. Yes."

In the current plane, he smiled as he watched the eleventh talked. Tyde's eyes looked like they were focused on her and the rest of the speakers, but in all actuality he was seeing something other than some boring talkers. He was seeing the chaos of a generation other than his own. One before his own. It did become rather boring, seeing as no matter how many times he killed them in his mind, they were all up on stage, happy go lucky and... unamused? He wondered if they even wanted to be there. Well, if they didn't, he'd help them. He'd take away their boredom. Of course it would be replaced with pain, but if he was just given the signal, he would do it. There was nothing more Tyde would rather do.

He found himself going through the third phase of boredom, which was pretty close to surrendering to it. He sighed and walked back to the punch bowl, pouring himself some of the sweet red liquid and leaned on the wall. "Life is what it is I suppose," he muttered looking at his reflection in his cup. "Sure I'm bored now, but as long as life keeps going, I'll be able to cease it sooner or later. Gotta just wait it out."

He slightly tightened his grip on the cup in his hand and brought it closer to his mouth. At that time, if you asked him what he heard first, Tyde would have to say it didn't matter. For both the snapping sound and the volume change of the crowd were equally charitable to him.

The final stage of boredom had finally begun. It was funny. He couldn't even remember being bored in the first place. This feeling, the current one he could have easily exploded from, was indescribable. He loved it. He wanted it to get even more intense. If he lost himself in it, that would probably be the most glorious gift god could give him.

He looked over to Conelius. Tyde knew that he should probably fight away from the boy seeing as casualties were supposed to be kept at a minimum. Though after hearing that he was going to put on a show, he couldn't help but feel like he was missing out on something. Before walking away from Kurai, he patted her shoulder, saying, "Knock em dead kid."

As he walked around looking for a guardian, any guardian, to play with, he caught a glimpse of the older Alastor standing amongst the crowd looking as god like and awesome as ever. Thinking that it would be cool to watch him fight someone, Tyde followed after him, doing his best to catch up with the clatter and panic, the boy saw one of the Vongola guardians challenge the man to no avail. In seconds, Tyde was bursting out in laughter. He didn't even care about older Al anymore. The kid in front of him was a hoot. "Ahahahaaa. Wow. Wait. Hehehe. Ahahahahaha." He giggled and leaned his arm on the boy, laughing even harder. "Sorry, heehe....Sorry but, hahahaha." The laughter was uncontrollable. Tyde had to focus to stop and even after he continued to giggle here and there.

"Okay....Okay. Yeah, I'm good now. Hehe. So kid," he chuckled grinning at the pink haired boy. "You should give me your ring. You're most likely going to have a bad time if you don't." The Rizzo's Asteroid extended his hand as if he was about to accept the ring whenever the Vongola was ready and suddenly stopped halfway. "Actually... This isn't about you is it? Nah. It's about something greater. Life. Life has lessons for everyone to learn. So I'll teach you something. Something about how life, is also unfair."

The young man didn't lie. Unknown to the boy in front of him, he already knew things about him that could be used against him. He was also older and had killed probably more people than the boy has in his living family. One could probably add the other Vongola's families in that mix too. Not only that, but other things also made this unfair. It was unfair in Tyde's eyes. Though the fact that he wouldn't be able to kill him limited him and made it more fair. Still, Tyde was sure of the outcome. He just wasn't sure if he'd be happy with it. "You better be entertaining. I want to see if the blind should even be allowed to exist. Show me what makes life special for you and I'll teach you a lesson."

As he talked, Tyde backed up from the boy and pulled a knife that was sheathed in the back of his belt. "Draw your sword Akio," he said, wondering what the boy would think of his name being known by a stranger. "It's time to play samurai's and ninjas."

Akio Yamada

In one swift move, it seems the man had somehow gotten behind Akio, this through him off guard a bit. He was sure that the man didn't move behind him, he would have heard that. Its almost like the man just appeared behind Akio out of thin air. Akio had never seen anything like it before, but before Akio could question the man on this he was interrupted by a loud and a condescending laugh telling him to hand over his ring. This pushed the other man and his actions out of Akio's mind. If there was one thing Akio couldn't stand it was people looking down on him. He had to deal with that from his parents and siblings, He wasn't going to take it from some random sümük. Akio, wanting to keep his cool demeanor in front of an enemy, composes himself " Ok dude, but when you're laying on the ground in pain in a few minutes I want you to remember." Akio would pause as he quickly opens his eyes."You asked for this." As Akio readied himself he noticed a different feeling than when he spars with his mother. His opponent had an odd wind about him. It was almost like Akio could feel his malice, his bloodless, his killing intent. For some odd reason this gave him a rush of excitement. He thought to himself "This is awesome! This uplifting feeling I can't get from training with Mom. This tingling, to fight without hesitation or thought of how to defeat my opponent! Just knocking him down with all my might!" He grinned itching to start this fight. In the back of his mind, he knew he should go look for the others but he couldn't help himself. He only hoped that 11th wouldn't be too mad at him for not following her order. His grip on his hilt tighten as the tension begin to build. Akio slowly started to circle around around to his opponent meticulously listening to every sound his opponent made. Nothing about his opponent really stood out to him other then the fact he was bold enough to pull a knife on a swordsman. Ether he was extremely cocky or extremely good. Akio couldn't wait to find out which.