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Cornelius V. Roquet

"Blood on my face? Don't mind it. I'm just making an explosive entrance, that's the point of life isn't it?"

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a character in “Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!: The 11th vongola”, originally authored by Pandora's Melancholy, as played by RolePlayGateway

So begins...

Cornelius V. Roquet's Story

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Character Portrait: Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo Character Portrait: Annalise "Anna" Cortega Character Portrait: Kurai Rin Character Portrait: Althaia Rizzo Character Portrait: Tyde Rumerio Character Portrait: Elysia Character Portrait: Cornelius V. Roquet
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"But you let the other one go! Why can't I go down there with the others, too?" Came a boy's voice, high and childlike but with a distinct edge of authority. Said boy, a short lanky kid no older than thirteen, had an entitled air about him. He was dressed like your stereotypical preppy school kid, complete with blazer and an overly-styled black hairdo.

The boy was standing beside another figure, this one noticeably taller and more toned. Like the boy beside him, he wore a sharp suit, though the suit jacket was hidden under an olive colored oversized winter coat, its furred hood resting along the figure's shoulders like the beginnings of a cape. His hair, stringy and black, fell around his ears like a mop. Currently, he was leaning against the railing of a balcony, one that was near the gymnasium's entrance and overlooked the entirety of the truly massive auditorium. He balanced his chin on the base of his palm, his elbow resting securely upon the railing, his free hand tucked away in his jacket pocket. His eyes were closed, a bored look long since saturating his face.

If he heard the boy's angst-filled question, he certainly didn't act like it.

After a few seconds of silence, the boy grimaced, eyes narrowing viciously. He didn't say anything further. He didn't have to. Instead, he simply turned, fully intending to follow a gaggle of adults busy shuffling out from the elevator doors and down a nearby staircase towards the gymnasium proper.

"Stop." The taller figure spoke in voice barely more than a whisper, yet his harsh utterance could not be mistaken for anything other than a command. The boy halted mid-footfall. He hadn't even made it a single step. The taller figure didn't even turn to acknowledge the boy. He simply spoke, as if stating some unequivocal law of the universe to the surrounding ambience. "It is not yet your turn to be down there."

The boy turned slowly on his heel to face the taller figure, his posture transforming from one of defiance to one of begrudging submissiveness. The figure responded by opening his eyes, though he still did not look at the boy. "But—!"

"Look." The figure removed his hand from his pocket, lazily pointing over the balcony and at the crowd below. "Look at them all. What do you see?"

The boy grimaced again, taking a second before responding. "A bunch of stupid primitives."

"Not true," the figure chided. His eyes, hard amber-red orbs that glowed like twin supernovae, swept over the gathering below. They came to rest rather quickly upon a somewhat odd duo. A short woman of small frame and long snow-white hair stood within proximity to yet another, this one younger and more petite, her hair equally as long—though it appeared as a dark purple in the ambient lighting.

"I see my rooks," he continued. "Beautiful. Strong. Undefeatable. The king's influence and power made physical."

His eyes darted in the opposite direction, landing on another pair sharing proximity. The first was a particularly short girl no older than fourteen, her hair a deep mauve, her mannerisms fragile and child-like. Nearby was a woman of average height, svelte, with deep green eyes.

It was a moment before he spoke again. "I see my bishops. Infallible. They surround the king, representing his ego, and will crush his enemies with a higher power."

The figure's eyes swiveled, landing on the final pair. Unlike the others, these two weren't female. Though both men stood equally tall at nearly six feet, one had deep red hair—the color of blood. The other, gold—the color of a mighty sun.

"And I see my knights. Glorious. Unpredictable. Unexpected. The embodiment of the king's Mandate of Heaven."

At this point, the boy was leaning over the balcony railing, balancing himself with his forearms, trying to pick out just whom the figure was talking about. When he spoke, he didn't look over at his elder companion. "What about me? What am I?"

The figure paused for another moment, as if considering. "You're my queen."

The boy made a face, looking up at the figure. "Eww! What do I have to be a girl?!"

"Of all the actors here, the queen is by far the most powerful," the figure said, ignoring the boy's outrage. For the first time, the figure took his eyes off of the crowd below, electing instead to stare down at the boy whom pouted at his side. "Do you know why?"

Instead of answering, the boy pursed his lips, choosing to look back out over the balcony.

The figure answered his own question. "Perspective. That's what makes the queen the most powerful piece. The most flexible. The most useful. With the proper perspective, the queen can project power at any point on the board. At any time."

"So what," the boy muttered, obviously dejected at being labelled "queen".

"You asked why you couldn't go down there with the others."
"Yeah, but—"
"And what do you see when you look over the balcony?"
"Everything! I see all of these stupid idiots a—!"
"Exactly. You see everything. The entire board. From here, you have perspective."

"You go down there now and you can't see the whole picture anymore. You lose that perspective. That means you lose your value to me. Understand?" The question was rhetorical. "So wait." His command was harsh and left no further room for debate. "Your turn will come." Not waiting for a response, the figure returned to surveying the crowd below. The ends of his lips curled upwards, forming the beginnings of a smirk. "Those battling on the front lines are not fit to command."

The boy sighed bitterly, hunching his shoulders. "God I hate chess," he muttered.

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Character Portrait: Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo Character Portrait: Annalise "Anna" Cortega Character Portrait: Kurai Rin Character Portrait: Althaia Rizzo Character Portrait: Tyde Rumerio Character Portrait: Elysia Character Portrait: Cornelius V. Roquet
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"My... Wake up... I... Ely... Wake up... Sia..."

Slowly like flowers blooming to a song of spring, deep green had been revealed as those eyes fleetingly opened. Yet, it only reflected at first a curtain of endless darkness. The sensation of numbing coldness encircled like a ghost. This effectively caused a wave of panic which was related to the sound of a beeping alarm. It was accompanied by voices were inaudible, but as it went on, there were a few which could be understood. They were conversing about an elevated heart rate and pulse indicating the Princess was agitated. Then, there was another statement stating to return the subject to stasis. But the said parameters eased down, it was due to an image which could now be seen behind those emerald depths.

What was seen?

Blurry but then it became clearer. It was a face belonging to a male. There was a sense of familiarity and a tidal of feelings washed over. The most prominent was nauseating longing. Candle-like fingers moved ever so slowly as it was directed to reach for that visage. But, it only made contact upon the pristine glass, a clear separation. There was a sharp pain because of that and the lips which had been silenced for so long attempted to speak. Though, it had been a failure. The words would not form. Feelings seemed knowledgeable what should be said but, the mind seemed unknowing. This aptly brought doubt and confusion to the maiden encased in Crystal Glass.

And when she had been released from the cradle she had been placed in, the face was given a name, Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo. A person she does not know, but why did she feel those multitude of emotions for a stranger. No, that is incorrect. This Alastor is not an individual of unknown intricacies. He is her Master. She will serve as the Comet Guardian of the Rizzo Famiglia. Such information should had given her a great amount of discomfort and panic. But, there was only an odd sense of acceptance. Why was that? Is it because of Alastor? If that is the reason, then she shall...

"Go... Move, Sia..."

With a sudden turn of the head, Elysia looked behind her. A voice, she heard it, masculine in melody with the overtone of a wish. But, there was no one there, just a wall. Was it a part of her lost memory? Was it simply just imagination? She was uncertain. According to the people (Rizzo scientists) who had been taking care of her, her lost memory could have been the product of her stasis or of her own doing. In summary, there was no definite origin. As for the reason of her being put to stasis, it was due o the flame inside of her. They tell her that the Comet Flames had an adverse effect on her health and needed to be contained. But now, she has been awakened to fulfill her role and to say the threat of the flame inside of her had been neutralized.

That is what she had been told. But truly, that was far from the truth.

Still for now, it was enough. "Miss?" As it would appear, she was once more in a trance as she awakened and looked at the one who called her. It was a man, one of the patrolling guards for the Vongola Ceremony. "Is something the matter?" The Princess seemed bothered about something. Elysia blinked a few times in a rhythmic matter before shaking her head slowly to the sides. "Nothing. Everything is fine." She answered with her usual mellow persona. Even with her far-off look, she was a sight to behold, something out of fantasy and ethereal elegance. Her coffee brown skin seemed to have a caramel glow of its own as her eyes of deep green glistened with a distant story. Hair of violet pinned around her head resembling a crown, accented by a golden spiked tiara. She wore a sleeveless red dress with military shoulder tassels bordered with a sea green fringe at the edge of the bodice, and includes two separate cuffs worn similarly to bracelets. She was an image of a princess. Yet, her chosen appearance was dictated by her caretakers not of her own preference. Though, she is not opposed to it. She simply does what was asked.

The said guard nodded with a further offer, it could not be helped to have a soft edge towards the Comet Guardian. "If you need anything, please don't hesitate to say or ask." Hearing the man's words, she offered a small smile of gratitude and appreciation. "Yes, thank you for the concern, Sir." She then gave a polite bow before walking towards her fellow guardians. They had been asked to gather together for a mission which had been directed to them by Maschenny Rizzo. It was to go back to a certain period in time where the Vongola Famiglia reigned with their rings. They are tasked to retrieve these rings for the sanctity of humanity. A noble purpose it is if one would think, however, in truth, she felt nothing towards the cause. Would that mean she was a terrible person? Is she an individual without a heart? Was that because she has no memory? Or was it because that is simply how she is? Truly, a dilemma of her self.

Removing herself from her inner monologue, Elysia had simply stood beside a fellow guardian, Annalise Cortega, the one who commands the star flames. It seemed the rest of the guardians are scattered about and soon it will begin. She could only wish that there would not be much of a trouble for them. It is not a pleasant feeling for her to see any of her peers harmed or troubled especially that of their leader, her Master. Thinking about it, she allowed her eyes to travel to see where the Master Rizzo has gone. She had taken notice of Kurai Rin, Althaia Rizzo, Tyde Rumerio, and Cornelius V. Roquet among the crowd. In the end, she feels unease if the Master was not present or she was not beside him. After all, she had always been with Alastor since her awakening. As such, the temporary absence by his side causes discomfort, even if that was not noticeable at front.

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Character Portrait: Trevor Sawada Character Portrait: Tyde Rumerio Character Portrait: Troy Takumi Character Portrait: Cornelius V. Roquet
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"Then, the brave Peru-Peru rushed in to save the Harping Princess tan." It was followed by a series of improvised sounds of dashing then artful representation of sword slashing and hitting each other through the representation of a big stuffed cat toy which was commanded by a handsome man with bright golden hair. "But, the Dark Menace would not go down easily tan!" With further acting, the audience which was composed of kids probably brought by their parents to this rather booooo--ring event were all in excitement and having much fun through the impromptu story-telling. There were even some adults observing and curious to who the young man is. There was some conclusion that he is part of the entertainment hired for the event solely for the kids, considering his state of clothing which consisted only of a long-sleeved green shirt and loose khaki-colored cargo pants, and large brown boots so to speak. It was not that too far-fetched seeing his myriad for theatrics and colorful stories.

"The Harping Princess run forward to prevent the attack of---- dun.. dun.. dun... tan." The kids looked at him eagerly as they waited for what was about to happen next. "Hurry mister! What happened!?" The other kids chimed in with such energetic chorus. He smiled brightly seeing how they're very enthusiastic. "Who did the princess protected? Mister!" Everyone was waiting for him to continue the tale which he basically had made up from the various animes, cartoons, and games he had delved into wholeheartedly. His eyes caught a glint of someone passing, but it was not because of the person per se. He was curious of the shimmer which came from the coveted Vongola rings. There was no doubt that person who passed in his line of sight is a guardian of legendary Vongola.

Actually, he had to read about them as directed by the boss-man. They were to study the 11th Generation of Vongola Guardians. He wasn't really good at that sort of things as he prefers taking action on the field and let everything take course. But, it was not bad to be informed of what they were like. And the person that caught his sight is that of the Storm Guardian, Troy Takumi. Well, he doesn't forget a face even if it was just a captured image. In any case, he was going to have more fun soon enough. "Mister! Mister! Mister! The story!" He looked at the kids sheepishly and stuck out his tongue in apology. "I'm sorry! But we'll be continuing this some other time, okay tan?" He stood from his position and gave the children a wink in which the kids pouted. "Unfair! Unfair! Unfair!" He understood their disappointment, he'll be like that as well. But the fun is about to begin.

"Don't worry. If you'll wait, I promise something awesome is about to happen tan!" The kids calmed down and looked at him expectantly. They truly believed him and he was not lying too. Something very cool is about to unfold in just a few minutes. "Good kids get rewards tan! So stay put okay tan! Later tan!" He then took off with his stuffed cat toy in tow as he walked through the crowd. He was walking with a cheerful gait before stopping in front of buffet table. His eyes widened in delight because, it was full of his favorite treats, meaning, sweets. Actually, it was like his eyes had their own stars as he approached the buffet table and began stuffing himself with the sweets varying from cakes, chocolates, and candies. Some of the visitors were already looking at him oddly, because he does stick out sorely due to his appearance, stuffed toy in tow, and rather exaggerated eating.

"This is good tan! Ooooh so sweet tan!" He then remembered something as he grabbed a plate of sweets before bounding off to a direction where he found his bestest friend. "Ty-Ty tan!!!" He shouted without care about the people looking at him in surprise.He was like a hyperactive child while the stuffed cat toy was carried on his back with its arms wrapped around his neck, like a makeshift cape and that was not out of normal for him, the Quasar Guardian, Cornelius V. Roquet. He immediately stopped before Tyde and handed him the plate of sweets he got from the table. "Lookie tan! They're delicious tan! Come on try them tan!" It was then he noticed another individual, a boy that Tyde was talking to. He wasn't surprised who the boy was. This was the Sun Guardian, Trevor Sawada. It means that Sky Guardian a Vongola Head is already here, Reida Sawada. Well, he would be playing a game with them later on for now, he wanted to share these awesome sweets.

"You too tan! Try it, tan! It will be awesome tan!" Cornelius offered Trevor and this was not an act really. Like Tyde, he is a friendly guy with a childish and mischievous personality. Though, his relationship would not mean anything if their is an order, and that's it, nothing too personal.

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Character Portrait: Reida Sawada Character Portrait: Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo Character Portrait: Trevor Sawada Character Portrait: Rosa Kuromaku Character Portrait: Shaji Ai Character Portrait: Troy Takumi Character Portrait: Cornelius V. Roquet
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Clearly, the woman was dead. The typical rise-and-fall of a chest still struggling for breath, the palpitations of a distressed heart fighting to function. The flicker in the eyes. The grunts and moans and screams. It'd all ceased some while ago, and yet he found that he could not stop. He could not stay his hand.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"There was a kid in that mess?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, sir."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He got a response almost immediately. Will do.

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

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

"Observe?" Davis replied, his tone skeptical.

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

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

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

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

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

That name you gave us, Alastor Rizzo.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We will, thanks."

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

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

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

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

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

CEDEF-12, this is Control.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was a switchblade.

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

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

And that's when Al struck.

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

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

The kid had to be punished for this insolence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You jerk," Al hissed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"You really should watch where you're going, you know. If I had been one of those suits over there, you would probably have a stern look given to you, hehe," the guy standing before him said, pointing somewhere to Trevor's left. The boy followed with his eyes, spotting a bald man in a military dress uniform. He immediately disregarded the man, returning his eyes to the person standing before him. The guy looked... old, though Trevor's perception of age was understandably biased. He also had a frenetic quality about him, so much so that the tension was palpable—at least to Trevor. No one else seemed to notice that this guy carried himself like a cheetah forced to walk amongst the gazelles.

Though Trevor found this stranger interesting, you wouldn't have been able to tell by his face alone. It was as if someone had turned out the lights behind his sterling-gray eyes and robbed his countenance of the baseline warmth and energy inherent in all living beings. To some, he looked perennially tired. To others, he looked inescapably bored. As for Trevor himself, he was too young to really notice he was different, unless he was staring in a mirror, which he rarely tended to do.

"So kid," the guy continued, "what's your name? I'm Tyde. You as bored as I am right now?"

Trevor considered the questions for a moment. Ever since the demise of Reida's grandfather, he'd been strictly warned about the dangers strangers posed to the family... but this guy seemed friendly, if a bit off. "Trevor," he replied, his voice flat. "Trevor Sawada. Sorry for bumping into you. I was following Reida." He didn't consider that Tyde might not know who "Reida" was.

Before he could continue, another voice rang out. "Ty-Ty tan!!!" Another stranger, apparently an acquaintance of Tyde's, materialized out of the crowd holding a plate full of sweets. "You too tan! Try it, tan! It will be awesome tan!" Instead of accepting, Trevor took a step backward, creating some distance between himself and these two strangers. He noticed that whenever older people gathered around him, they tended to pat him on the head or try to touch his hair, which he didn't much care for. Plus, like Tyde, something was off about this new guy, though Trevor couldn't put his finger on it.

Most importantly, he still had to catch up to Reida.

"Hi," he said, both as a greeting to the new guy and a farewell to them both, fully intending to walk off.

Suddenly, Trevor inhaled sharply, his pupils constricting, his eyes growing noticeably wider. A sharp pain stabbed at the back of his head like an ice pick. Reflexively, he gripped the side of his neck with his right hand, the pain rapidly becoming more intense. This agonizing discomfort was not entirely foreign to him—it was a migraine, that much he knew. Though he regularly took medicine for it, they still managed to strike randomly every now and then.

This time was a bit different, though. Unique, even. His migraines typically came about gradually and lasted for a long while. This one, however, came out of nowhere and was more painful than any he'd experienced in his life. It was so jarring that it even affected his perception of reality. The people around him began to fall away, everyone except Tyde and this new stranger, their presences filtering in through the pain as waves of awareness. It was almost as if he could feel them... but they weren't the only ones. He could feel several others, dispersed in the crowd. One... three... six, maybe seven in total. Seven unique sensations. It was as if they were tugging at his very soul, attracting his being towards them like magnets.

And then, as soon as it had come, the migraine ceased, as if it never was. His head cleared. The pain gone. He blinked a few times, reorienting himself, his expression returning to its eerily neutral state. The whole experience had lasted maybe a couple of seconds at the most.

Though he failed to notice it, a familiar voice had called his name.

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It's so full of people...Kurai's dark eyes scanned the crowd before looking at the woman beside her. Alastair had given them orders to fight the Vongola guardians at the very day of the so called coronation, where the rings were passed down from the tenth to the next generation of the Vongola familinga. Forth isn't day itself, she had probably been practicing weeks in advance, reading up on flame types of the Vongola and then the members themselves, etching everyone of their faces into her mind. Was it worth the trouble? She sure hoped so. Kurai wasn't sure if she had done a good job mastering the Rizzo's flames either, but there was hardly any time to feel hesitant about the whole business. Still, it was her first time fighting people, not aliens. Not to mention the fact that they have flames of their own...

Snapping back to attention, she glanced around nervously. This was a first, being around so many people. Usually she would have felt a lot more comfortable staying in, but this time it was necessary to launch the attack. In fact, she couldn't get this over and done with right now, but patience is a virtue. Taking a few deep breaths, the girl held out a small black box and looked around furtively. "Good, there's no one watching..." She murmured under her breath as her hand that was holding the box burst into dark flames, causing a small cat to come out. It purred as she stroked it's small head, nuzzling it against her palm. Kuro always managed to calm her down, no matter what situation she was in. Even if she was feeling rather uncomfortable in the growing crowd. Setting Kuro up on her head where it nestled comfortably into her hair, the dark matter guardian was feeling a little better as she decided in her next course of action.

"I should... Find the others?"
When in doubt of what to say, find the noisiest of them all. Kurai immediately pinpointed the two figures, both with striking hair colors along with a small boy. Isn't that the sun flame guardian of the Vongola? She didn't believe her eyes, but nevertheless eased herself through the crowd muttering a few apologies under her breath.
"Hello..." She managed to reach the two just as the small boy's facial expression changed. From his normal, bored look it turned into one of shock and pain. By instinct, her eyes darted to the two with a slightly accusing look. Did they do something again? Judging from their personalities it was very possible, but before she could speak again the boy's expression cleared and became normal again, as perpetually bored as usual. This was getting awkward again. Kurai had a compulsion to hide her face right now, but the nearest pillar was quite far away to escape to without being noticed, so now she must wait it out. Chewing slightly on her lower lip, she gave her best smile and tried to make polite conversation.
"So... How was your day?"

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When Trevor said his name, Tyde began to show a warm smile. The boy was such a nice kid. He even had respect for his elders and seemed innocent enough. It was amazing to think of how he would react when everyone began screaming there in a few moments time. The new thought in his head was enough to keep him going through the boredom.

"Ty-Ty tan!!!"

Tyde looked over his shoulder to see that maybe the Vongola kid wouldn't be his only form of entertainment. "You bud. Whatcha got there," he asked staring at the boys hands.

"Lookie tan! They're delicious tan! Come on try them tan!"

Tyde took the plate of sweets from Conelius and began stuffing his face with all the goods. There were cupcakes, candy, chocolate, and other delectable things to enjoy. Tyde forced as much into his mouth as he could and began chewing slowly with his cheeks puffed out. "Tiz si benny joog." He meant to say that the sweets were very good, but the sound was muffled through the food. It was almost automatic. At that moment Tyde was actually happy that they had went to the past. Weren't a lot of sweet things where they came from. Though, at least you could kill people there without having to worry about timeline junk.

However, something happened to ruin the moment they were having. Something that was entirely more entertaining. Vongola sun had began to have a headache. It seemed really painful. So painful that Tyde just looked at the kid for a second before doing anything. Then he waited longer wondering how long the headache was going to hurt the kid. It was really peculiar. He didn't remember any major sickness records being given about the boy, but then again, he slept through most of the meetings. He used to be able use his imagination, putting Alastor's mom, the scariest person he knew, in different crazy situations. Soon it began to bore him and he wasn't able to get a smile out of it so he decided to just sleep. Usually his dreams were interesting.

He looked back at the Vongola kid, trying to think about what he had on his mom before he started reminiscing when Kurai stepped up to Trevor and started talking to him. Tyde grabbed Cornelius's shoulder and pulled him close to whisper in his ear. "Hey, don't look now, but I think Kurai is starting to talk to the Trevor. Don't make any sudden sounds, she might get startled." Tyde had to admit his surprise. It may have been the first time he had seen the girl start a conversation with someone who wasn't one of them. Tyde looked over to his friend and smiled, a wide cat like one. "So, you ready for the game later? Got any special tricks up your sleeve?"

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That's right! The sweets are pure awesomeness. They weren't much of these desserts in the time where he originally came from, so this was perfect for him. Cornelius was also very happy that Ty-Ty was enjoying it the same as him. But in regards to the Vongola Sun Guardian, he simply stepped away and said hi, after that, he went away. Well, he won't force it at all. That child has things to do like the ceremony and stuff. He was simply being polite as often told to him by Lia and Elysia. So technically, no harm was done to him. It just means more for him. He happily chomped on the sweets while understanding what Tyde saying about it even if it came out all jumbled. It was not only his eyes were sharp that accompanied his ears especially when it's about things he really likes. "They're really are tan!"

His ministrations were a bit interrupted when he heard Kurai greeting them. He happily looked at the youngest guardian among the Rizzo Famiglia. "Rara, come come tan! Try these sweets they're awesome tan!" He announced once more presenting the plate to the girl. But, he was slightly held back by the sight of something on top of Kurai's head. He was completely ignoring the accusing look from Kurai as if he and Tyde did something or the sudden discomfort brushing on the Sun Guardian. He even did not care for the other appearance of the Mist Guardian who was querying Trevor Sawada. All he cared about was the creature on top of Kurai's head which was similar to the giant stuffed toy he was carrying on his back much like a cape.

Cornelius was only jolted out when he felt the pull from Tyde and whispering in his ear that Kurai was initiating a conversation with the Sun Guardian. He was also told not to make any sudden movements. But, it was hard to do it as the lure of the Animal Box Weapon was far too much. "I'm so sorry Ty-Ty tan! But, I want Kuro tan!" He said and then ran over to Rara without much of a hesitation. His hands reached out and grabbed hold of Kuro as he hugged it immediately. "Kuro! I miss you so much tan!" He rubbed his cheeks to the dark matter cat. There was no question about it, he was the most animated of the Rizzo Famiglia guardians and has the extreme liking to cats. "It's good that Kurai brought you Kuro tan!" He smiled so brightly much like that of a child, actually he was more of a kid than the ones surrounding him at this moment.

He then pulled away a bit from Kuro and looked at Tyde. Games? Oh, that's right. They were here for a purpose and not for the party. It slipped a bit from his mind but he did told the children earlier that if they were good, there will be something exciting going to happen. "Yes tan! I have a lot of tricks tan!" That was true. When the boss-man gives the signal, there will be a performance like none other. But, he was unaware that Alastor had already noted his attendance to two CEDEF agents and even used him as a leverage to avoid a minor scuffle. Well, it was of no consequence to him. He was fine with it because, he will do what was asked of him while enjoying himself in the process. "I can't wait tan! I already told the children earlier tan. You'll also enjoy it a lot Ty-Ty tan!" This was something he was certain of.

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"... Are you aware of your role in this presentation?" Trevor blinked twice, catching the last bit dialogue. Several steps behind him were two adults munching on candy and whispering to one another like the kids back at his school... and right before him were two girls—one familiar and one a stranger. They were both looking at him with an air of expectation, as if he were in the middle of a conversation with each of them. He was pretty sure one had called his name... or maybe it was both of them?

Trevor's eyes shifted between the two in confusion, eventually settling on the more familiar face of the Vongola's Mist guardian, Shaji Ai. "Um... yes," he said, stuffing his hands back into his pockets. "I guess so." After a few awkward moments, he turned back to the other person standing before him. The stranger. She was at least as old as he was, perhaps a bit older. She was definitely... beautiful?, though Trevor wasn't exactly sure why that thought crossed his mind. "Hello. Sorry, but I have to go." His words were utterly sincere, but his tone (or lack thereof) might not have conveyed that.

Without waiting for a response, he turned and began making his way through the crowd once more. His older sister expected him to be on stage with the others, and he didn't want to disappoint.

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"Shh... Kuro, calm down!"
Both of the young girl's hands were on the top of her head, trying to placate the small cat that was now hissing at the girl with pink hair. She was an alien, there was no doubt of it. Kuro rarely responded so strongly to humans, even if they were guardians of another flame. "There, there." She had finally managed to get it to calm down finally, but it was still glaring at the mist guardian with something of a vengeance. "Sorry, he's not... Very good with pink things." She gave an apologetic look at the two Vongola guardians. It was a lie of course, albeit a white one.

"I'm so sorry Ty-Ty tan! But I want Kuro tan!"
The cheerful voice came again, as the ever happy Quaser guardian stretched out his hands, picking her box weapon up and rubbing his cheek against its dark fur, causing the kitten to mew and bat at his hair with its small paws. This was nearly the perfect opportunity to escape from the awkward conversation. However, before she herself could speak, the boy with golden hair did, excusing himself to go to the ceremony. "Please excuse me, but shouldn't... You go too?" She asked the alien girl quietly as she tuned to go to the other two guardians.

Her shoulders sagged with relief immediately after she reached them as she moved behind Cornelius discreetly. That was enough 'conversing' for the day. For the rest of the time before the fight she would stay close to the two guardians "It's good that Kurai you brought Kuro tan!" Cornelius chirped happily, seeming more like a child than anything and bringing a rare smile to her face. It was nice to see at least one person relaxed about the whole business of getting to the rings. It seemed almost like they were close to a family for a split second if they acted naturally to each other. They were a odd group, but she like them nevertheless.

"Yes tan! I have a lot of tricks tan!""I can't wait tan! I already told the children earlier tan. You'll also enjoy it a lot Ty-Ty tan!"
"Try not to make to much of a mess maybe? I'd hate to see your outfit get messy with blood." She said as she reached up to pat a purring Kuro on its head. He does have a tendency to lose himself once he takes of his patch after all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Reida Sawada Character Portrait: Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo Character Portrait: Annalise "Anna" Cortega Character Portrait: Kurai Rin Character Portrait: Althaia Rizzo Character Portrait: Tyde Rumerio Character Portrait: Elysia Character Portrait: Cornelius V. Roquet
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The man was tall, that was for sure. He weighed in at just over six feet two inches, 200 pounds. Maybe. He wasn't really counting anymore.

He completely towered over those that stood around him, that was for sure. Perhaps that was why he found it hard to pay them any mind, choosing instead to lean against a nearby wall, arms folded across his chest. These "mafia bosses," business executives, scientists, researchers... humans. Primitive humans. All of them scurrying about, full of their own self importance, unaware that their entire species rests fully within the shadow of annihilation. A shadow cast not by some potential environmental disaster or a coming war between families or atomic powers. No, this was something else entirely. Something they weren't prepared for. Something they weren't imagining.

Not in their wildest dreams.

From the inside of his trenchcoat, the man pulled a cigarette. Using a single hand, he brought the death stick up to his mouth. Immediately upon placing it against his lips, the cigarette's inert tip exploded into incandescence. It looked as if he'd just held it to an open flame. From the dirty looks several onlookers levelled at him, one would think he'd just strapped on a suicide vest. Still, he paid them little attention, choosing to focus his remaining eye on some other sight. Yes, he only had one eye. He lost the other a decade or so ago during a particularly nasty skirmish, employing what he believed to be a discreet black eyepatch to cover up what little remained.

Not that the prospect of being stared at phased him either way. These primitive humans... perhaps to them he looked edgy and mysterious.

Closing his eye, he took a slow drag from the cigarette, rocking his head back slightly, enjoying every second as the toxins pervaded his lungs. That possibility of lung cancer or the like didn't bother him. He wasn't really concerned with longevity at this point, and while he was here, in this foreign place and time, he would take care to savor such luxuries. Where he was from, the old ways—the old luxuries—were all but dead. There was nothing left but the day-to-day chore of survival.

Very soon, this world, this time, would look more like his own, and, like every other timeline he'd peeked into, the result would be the same. Humanity would be destroyed, here and everywhere else. It was inevitable, against an adversary superior in nearly every way.

The man exhaled through his nose, a thick stinky cloud of cigarette smoke enveloping the immediate area. Several of the more offended guests decided to move away, muttering under their breath, but again, the man paid them no mind.

After a moment, he opened his eye, sweeping his gaze over the crowd for the umpteenth time. Once more, he caught sight of a Rizzo. Tyde, this time. He had to admit, it was pleasant to see his guardians in person again, even if they were several decades younger than he remembered. Standing beside Tyde was another Rizzo, Cornelius. He recognized them from their hair styles.

Ah, now that brought back memories.

The Tyde and Cornelius of the timeline from which he hailed looked exceedingly similar to their younger counterparts in the here and now. His eye landed on the others as well. First Althaia, then Elysia, and finally Anna. They were all spitting images of their future selves. He was sure the same applied to the young Kurai, who was a regal being back in his timeline. She was too young in this present, her body too short, for him to catch sight of her now, wherever she was in the crowd. Still, it was fascinating. They weren't so different, these Rizzo and his own, except for one main point.

Despite himself, the man grinned. It wasn't a pleasant expression—more of a jackal's smirk than anything. It was the total irony of it all that brought about the facial contortion. The main difference between the Rizzo of his timeline and the Rizzo of this foreign timeline was simple.

In his future, all of his guardians were dead. Of the Rizzo main family, he was all that remained. He—Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo.

Of course, he became king like he'd always wanted. King. Lord of the Rizzo, or of whatever was left. In fact, he'd become a general of sorts. Coordinator for all that remained of the resistance, including the Vindice and survivors from the Cervello. Yes, that's what they'd been reduced to, a "resistance". Mere actors playing within someone else's game, someone else's rules. It was like admitting that they were already beaten. Their only option now was to resist. Not defeat, not cripple, not dominate, but simply to resist—and even that wasn't going well.

To top it all off, he was alone. His guardians were gone. His family, gone. There was nothing left and nowhere to go. His universe was doomed, just like the myriad others. Doomed.

Alastor took another puff from the cigarette, this one shorter, removing it from his mouth and exhaling yet another cloud of gray. This time, his gaze landed on another. Clear on the other side of the gymnasium, standing atop the balcony that separated the entrance area from the rest of the gymnasium, was a guy. Alastor was hesitant to call him a man, for he was yet more boy than man. He had not been shaped by the tragedy of inevitability. Of death and suffering. Of true war.

Not yet.

The guy was looking down from above, eyeing the crowd below him with what Alastor knew for sure was an unhealthy amount of disdain. Next to him stood a young child, a preteen by the look of him, balancing himself on the balcony railing with his forearms. The two looked very similar, with stringy black hair not unlike Alastor's own, though he had his gelled-over into a series of small stylish spikes. It was a future fad.

Still, in a way, Alastor pitied them. His experiences made him cold, merciless, and virtually undefeatable in combat. He'd seen every type of battle, every type of savagery, every manner of death conceivable at the hands of their enemy. By comparison, these younger greener versions of himself only thought they knew what it was to struggle. To crawl and scrape for every last inch on a battlefield littered with the remains of your comrades.

They would soon learn. Everyone would. It would be mankind's grand finale.

Suddenly, the guy atop the balcony raised a single finger. His index finger. Alastor immediately knew what that meant.

The time for action was nigh.

Alastor dropped his cigarette, giving it a curt stomp with the back of his heel. The number one had arrived. His target. The eleventh Vongola boss: Reida Sawada. Even in his timeline, she was legendary, renown for her fighting prowess and her reign over the final era of the Vongola empire. It'd be interesting to pit his full ability against the likes of such a historical figure. Hopefully she wouldn't disappoint, even if he was couple decades too early to meet her at her prime.

Once given the signal, he would engage.

Though the chances were essentially non-existent, perhaps this would be the timeline that would change things. Win the war in the past, before it even starts. Perhaps.

Or perhaps not.

The Vongola XI had already begun her speech when a distinct and all too familiar reverberation reached his ears. A SNAP! that could only come from one person. It was the signal. The time to strike was now.

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Character Portrait: Reida Sawada Character Portrait: Kurai Rin Character Portrait: Trevor Sawada Character Portrait: Tyde Rumerio Character Portrait: Elysia Character Portrait: Cornelius V. Roquet
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Cornelius was in pure bliss with Kuro in his arms. His love for cats was not to be dampened by anything else even the given mission they had coming to this era and to this specific event. He did not even noticed the vongola guardians leaving them or the point the presentation has already started. But even if he was enamored by the flame cat in his hands, he took noticed of Kurai who was now behind him. She patted Kuro's head and reminded him not to make a mess since his outfit would get bloody and all. He did remember that blood stains were quite hard to remove on clothes. But, that would be a bit difficult since his ability is to make things go splat and kaboom! Adding to that, subtlety was never his strongest suit, but since Kurai did ask him, he could try at the very least.

"I can't make promises tan! But, I'll try tan!" He stated with a bright smile on his face. He then finally lifted his head enough to see that most of guests were looking at front. It seemed the ceremony was starting. Well, he really did not care for speeches because in his personal book, they were boring. They should do something livened things up. He could even see from the corner of his that some of the children were not entertained by the long-winded statements or the technical terms relating to innovation and technology. Why would they? That's why he would just busy himself with Kuro and other fun things he could come up with. But, that was also impeded by the resounding snap of a finger which he knows far too well.

"I'll play with you later Kuro tan!" He happily said as he handed the feline back to Kurai. When that was done, he stretched his arms and limbs, much like a warm-up. "It's time for the show tan!" He glanced back at Tyde and Kurai with a very excited expression as if he was a child who was about to receive the most wonderful toy ever in the entire world. "I'll catch you all later tan! Have fun everyone tan!" He stepped forward and saw that everyone was in a panic. It seemed that the legendary Reida Sawada was not just a myth. She sensed something was amiss. Good to know, that. This would not be that boring then. He stretched his arms sidewards and announced with a quite cheery but loud voice. "Everyone should stay tan! Good boys and girls will be rewarded tan! Just sit back and enjoy the show tan. Because if not tan...."

His words were left in the air but, it was soon replaced by a series of explosions which rattled the entire hall as it was revealed that he had implanted quasar-infused flame balls at the entrances of the entire gymnasium in suspended animation. Now, most of the entrances were blocked and impassable effectively trapping the ones inside and preventing outside interference for a duration. "The next ones who would go kaplowe are you tan!" He then looked towards a group of children which had been part of his crowd when he was telling a story earlier. "Didn't I tell you tan? There would be an awesome show tan!" Now, his hands were not empty any longer as each now held concentrated quasar flame balls which appeared as a dark-red flame which sparks in a wild frenzy. His eyes then looked at the trapped crowd with his bright smile as if he did not do anything wrong at all. "Let's make more fireworks tan!"

As it was to be expected, the signal had been given. Elysia gently moved away from Annalise but not before leaving a few words. "Be careful." With that said, she made her way through the crowd without much difficulty. The panic ensued by the Vongola XI did not alter her perception where everyone was in a slower time than hers. She is able to move away from the way or to be ahead of others. Her demeanor eerily calm as she is already aware where her assigned target is. She had seen him being taken away by Reida Sawada to another room. That is the destination she must go which was not that hard to reach even when Cornelius had began a series of explosions which filled the entire gymnasium with such thunderous sounds, cloud of heat, heap of debris, and injured individuals.

She did not pay heed to it as she came out of the explosions completely unharmed and even when some of the security detail intend to prevent her from advancing forward to where the Leader of the Vongola is. They could not either due to the fiery blasts or simply because they were far slow when compared to her. She gave a few knocks to announce her presence. It is proper decorum to do that is it not? After doing so, she opened the doors and entered seeing the presence of Reida and Trevor Sawada. She then walked towards them with a notable distance before speaking once more. "Good day, 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.

Elysia was simply stating her purpose in a calm manner and the tincture of sophisticated politeness. Her emerald eyes did not reveal anything deeper as she stood before the two in a presence that shall not be moved. "If it is not complied with, I am allowed to use force." Upon stating that, she reached for a small pouch which she carries and poured its contents to her palm which revealed to be shards of some object. Then, she enclosed it between her hands where a bluish light illuminated forth into a circle. Afterwards, she released it from her hands as it was now able to sustain its own form which appeared that of a silver-green orb which floated before her, but it exuded a cold air around it. "This will be the only time a choice will be given." She reached out her hand towards them with an open palm for the said ring to be handed to her while the said formed orb began to circle around her form. "Whatever it may be, I will respect it and I hope you will do the same to mine."

After stating that, the silver-green orb whizzed passed the two Sawadas with such blinding speed leaving a notable icy trail in the air as the orb implanted itself on the wall behind with such strength enough to create a large hole on it. It would appear that the enemy before them was not just anyone.

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DiCaccio was growing nervous. The Eleventh was losing herself in her speech. Did she forget her lines? A sudden wave of nervousness. Was she feeling faint? DiCaccio was just beginning to approach the podium to take over for her, when a barely audible voice caught his attention.

"We are currently in danger." It was Ai, in her quiet, sudden way of speaking. DiCaccio was about to question it, but hesitated. Then, even more suddenly, Reida cried out.

"I need everyone to get as many people out as possible!" Her tone was much fiercer than the tone she had before. "Wh-" DiCaccio couldn't finish his question. "Now!" At that, she broke into a jog, taking her brother with her. "What's going on?" DiCaccio asked, yet with a tone of control. The question was answered for him. Chaos was beginning to ensue. It was an attack. No more questions needed to be asked. DiCaccio's hand rushed to his earpiece as he crouched slightly, trying to shout over the noise, "I need security in here right now!"

"Don't," Ai said, standing in front of DiCaccio. She pointed toward the entrance. "There are weapons." DiCaccio's eyes widened as he looked over toward the entrances and saw what appeared to be flame weapons suspended in the air, rapidly expanding. DiCaccio shouted into his earpiece at the top of his lungs, but by that moment it was too late. Explosions rang off in every direction deafeningly. There were many screams as well. DiCaccio stood to observe the spectacle, what appeared to be a pile of rubble, embers of a blaze and a charred suit barely visible within, motionless. DiCaccio gritted his teeth before running backstage into cover, issuing orders. Ai followed him.

"All personnel be advised of explosives on the premises. Detonation of the main entrances has been confirmed. Priority is the evacuation of civilians... Report currently available exits. All emergency exits? Including the cargo doors? We're trapped? All security personnel within the gymnasium, your priority is the safety of all civilians. The Guardians are currently in action. I want all unrelated personnel evacuated from the building if possible. Emergency response units, prioritize creating a safe exit out of the gymnasium, use anything at your disposal. Usage of Box Weapons is authorized. Be advised of the presence of explosives. CEDEF-9 and CEDEF-10, your tasks are to make certain of the Eleventh's safety. All other CEDEF units, initiate protocol B-612. I need info! What is it Ai?"

"I have gathered information on the nature of our attackers. I am to believe there are seven of them, yet certain factors lead me to believe that estimate may be off. I estimate capabilities are beyond our own and many of them have records of extreme violence. I speculate their aim is to-"

"Ai, I don't need your speculation right now," DiCaccio responded fiercely, "I need you to follow your Boss's orders. The other guardians are dealing with the threats, your course of action is to help secure a safe passage for the guests out of the building. Go see if you can assist in clearing the main entrance and have your eye out for further explosives." Ai simply nodded.

Ai walked out from backstage toward the entrance, walking rather calmly through the panicking crowds of people. Vongola hitmen were trying to get them organized, getting people to duck under tables or get closer to the ground, as well as avoid the entrances. Ai approached the main entrance directly, without a word of objection against her. She faced the rubble, examining it up and down before turning around putting her hand out.

"Request formation of barrier foundation," she muttered, before a small white and indigo flame lit on the back of her hand. A circle began to form around Ai's feet, a indigo and white mist that was very visible. While it may have been unidentifiable, it was the base of a barrier that Ai could form at any moment, at the slightest provocation, a complete Data Refusal where no light, matter or data could pass. Of course, she couldn't form a full barrier yet because it would obstruct her vision.

Turning back around toward the remains of the entrance, she examined it once more. First, she would have to check for the presence of any further deathperation flame activity, and if she found any, she would have to calculate an effective way of dissipating it on the quantum level, seeing as she was lacking the proper Rain flames that would allow her to do so much more efficiently, and that would have taken a minute to calculate. Of course, if she didn't find any flame activity, she'd have to calculate the potential of there being an illusion which hid any other sort of explosive device, or any other form of concealment, which would have taken two minutes to calculate. Nonetheless, she was determined. Seeing as this was a matter of urgency, Ai felt that a more effective method would have been to experiment as opposed to speculate.

Now, Ai was always an extremely cautious being, and she had to be even more cautious seeing as she had an important reason to preserve her body, which would mean shielding it from harm and being less reckless in decision making. Nonetheless, Ai was also programmed with a certain thought-path, a thought-path that required the absolute most careful of fine-tuning to get perfectly right, a program that had been put in her mind that would guarantee that Ai would be destined for success, more so than any other of her kind. She had been programmed to take risks.

With careful steps, Ai approached the entrance.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Character Portrait: Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo Character Portrait: Kurai Rin Character Portrait: Trevor Sawada Character Portrait: Tyde Rumerio Character Portrait: Shaji Ai Character Portrait: Akio Yamada Character Portrait: Cornelius V. Roquet
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#, as written by Damioa
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."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Now tan! Give me your ring tan!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As usual, Rosa was being overly dramatic.

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Kurai barely flinched as one of orbs flew past her to be implanted in the entrance, successfully blocking anyone with the intention of leaving. Not that she liked seeing innocent people injured, but they couldn't take the risk of their prey escaping, could they? Cornelius had handed Kuro back to her, announcing that he would play with him later, so she was now cradling the small creature in her arms and surveying the damage caused with an oddly calm mind. From all the times they had worked together, it wasn't the worst damage he had caused to a building. Nevertheless, the objective this time was different...

The crowd was already in a panic, especially with what seemed like a golden haired madman wielding two weapons of destruction laughing like it was all a game before them. You can't blame them for being afraid. Seeing the Quaser guardian laugh happily while almost killing people was enough to strike fear into anyone's heart.

"Knock em dead kid." Tyde's voice came to her ears as she spun around, studying him with her large eyes before giving him a quick nod. He was off to find his victim, and whoever he was, he'd better watch out. Knowing Tyde, he has a tendency to have fun with his prey.

"Guess I ought to go now." Kurai murmured to herself as she stroked a purring Kuro. She wasn't looking forward to this too much, unlike the others and her feeling was more of one that wanted this over and done with. She had managed to put up with the brief but suffocating social session for this fight, but while she was hoping that it would be worth the wait, she wanted him to surrender his ring quickly. She didn't want to fight that badly. It was too tiring and boring.

Still, she was a step behind everyone as she headed to her target, Troy the storm guardian. He was looking around for the leader of the Vongola, as if he was worried for her. However, he was standing next to the alien girl... She changed her grip on Kuro, holding him tightly before he could do anything drastic like jump clawing to the girl's face. He reacted strongly to extraterrestrial beings for reasons unknown to even herself. He is a fickle animal, like all cats, even if he was a flame weapon.

"Troy Takumi, may I take the ring?" She asked politely, slightly proud of the fact that she had not stammered yet. She had rehearsed the many situations again and again in her head before deciding on he perfect one for the occasion. She pulled out her gun with one hand, but did not aim it at him just yet. It was simply to let him know that she wasn't joking about wanting the ring, but she didn't want him to feel threatened. Of course, she didn't expect him to just hand his over without a fight either, so in whichever case, she was prepared. With that, she waited for his reply quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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