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Trevor Sawada

*blank stare*

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

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❝The sun... how can this flame be so cold?❞






GENERAL INFORMATION

ImageAffiliation: Vongola
Gender: Male
Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Trev
Age: 12
Face Claim: July, Darker Than Black

Love Interest: Trevor has a secret crush (even he doesn't really know it) on Reida Sawada!

Flame Type
Trevor utilizes the Sun flame. Sun flames possess a whitish core with layers of yellow enveloping it. Their most distinct characteristic are the small dot-shaped sparkles it beams, similar to small stars constantly in motion, spiking in some places and flowing in others. Trevor's flames are somewhat strange, however. They appear darker than typical Sun flames. Further, they crackle and twinkle with an odd intensity not normally seen in flames of the Sun.

The Activation special trait of the Sun flames has the power to induce and improve the efficiency of almost any type of activity, which makes Trevor great for amplifying the abilities of others or getting their bodies to heal more effectively.





APPEARANCE

ImageHeight: 4'8"
Weight: 80 lbs
Build: Skinny; not particularly muscular or all that toned. Very light on his feet.
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Gray

Scars/Tattoos/Piercings
An odd series of black dots tattooed in the spaces between his fingers.

Description
Short stocky blonde hair that tends to stick up at odd angles. Piercing light gray eyes. Blank facial expression.

Preferred Clothing
He'll wear whatever he's given. Sometimes hoodies, sometimes slacks, sometimes jeans and a t-shirt.





MENTALITY

ImageOddities
Those that come to know Trevor learn quickly that he is about as expressive and emotional as a sack of rocks. Though he doesn't recognize it himself, he finds it hard to express himself. Perhaps it has something to do with his past.

Another quirk is his love for tight and constrained places. When he was younger, one of the Vongola maids found him sleeping in a large cabinet in the broom closet. Peculiar! He also suffers from piercing migraines that come and go seemingly at random.

Skills
Trevor is great at supporting his friends. Even at his age, he is an excellent medic—proficient in CPR and the like. His skill is attributed to his fearlessness when it comes to blood and gore. None of it seems to phase him at all.

ImageTo his knowledge, Trevor has never had any training (formal or otherwise) in melee combat or stepping or the like, yet he has a strict rigid way of carrying himself, as if he'd been trained to quick march. Further, his reflexes are oddly acute for someone his age. When Trevor first met the tenth several years ago, Tsuna mentioned that, even at his young age, the boy was "a natural born hitman," to which Senji agreed.

Hobbies
When not practicing or doing something required of him, Trevor can usually be found sleeping. If he's not sleeping, you can find him staring out a window and/or looking on over some beautiful view or sunset. Now, if you can't find him, he's still probably sleeping, but he's hidden himself somewhere small and compact! When asked why he does this, his only response is: "because it's comforting".

Phobia(s)
This is an odd topic for Trevor, since a phobia requires abject fear, and fear isn't something he's had much experience with as far as he knows. He is afraid of his friends getting hurt, which is why he focuses on healing and support. He's also afraid of the Sawada family abandoning him, which is why he always does as he is told. Though he doesn't recognize it, he's also deathly afraid of the dark. Seriously. If he had one traditional "phobia," that'd be it.

Sexuality
Not a concept he has yet broached.

Personality
Though he may seem like a complete and utter emotional void to many of his peers, Trevor is actually quite empathic and in-tune with the thoughts and feelings of those around him. He prefers to experience emotions vicariously through others, which allows him all the benefits of an emotional experience with none of the risk associated with allowing one's self to actually feel—akin to watching a movie about a war instead of actually participating in it.

So when he does genuinely and vividly experience emotions personally instead of vicariously, it usually ends up going badly as he does not know how to handle most "feelings". If something manages to make him sad, he'll become depressed to the point of despondency. If something manages to make him angry, he'll go berserk. If something breaks through the shell and manages to make him happy, he might even cry. Again, such displays of emotion are extremely out of character for him. Something pretty extreme would have to happen.

When it comes to friends, Trevor can be considered kind of a loner. Though he enjoys the company of others, he does value his alone time equally as much. He's also not one for manual labor, and will sit back and doze off rather than complete an arduous task if he can get away with it. If said task is unavoidable, he'll still complete it to the best of his ability—he'll just sigh a lot. Still, he is extremely loyal to those he considers friends. This is especially true when it comes to Reida Sawada, for whom he'd give his life if need be.

Under all the stolid facial expressions and cold gestures, he's a fun-loving little kid at heart.

[Likes] [Dislikes]
o Tight/cramped spaces Talking at length x
o Sleeping Manual labor x
o Playing the support role Fighting x
o Watching sunsets People touching his hair (except Reida) x
o Observing events from high perches Things he considers illogical x
o Being around Reida Sawada Being awoken x





BACKGROUND

ImageRelationship Status
Trevor is not in any romantic relationships, though he does have a crush. This crush is secret... only because he does not recognize he has it! Though he is infatuated, his emotional handicap typically prevents him from expressing it in any meaningful fashion (to himself or to others).

Family
Trevor was found by Sawada Tsunayoshi and adopted into the Vongola family around half a decade ago. His true family is unknown to him or anyone else.



ImagePersonal History
Trevor's memory begins when he opened his eyes to see the man known as Senji Sawada, son of the 10th head of the great Vongola famiglia, standing before him. There was nothing before that but blackness, as if he'd been born on that day. As an act of kindness, Senji took the then six-year-old Trevor into his household. It was there that he first met Reida Sawada, Senji's daughter and the one next in line for the proverbial throne. They became fast playmates and the best of friends.

Some years later, Senji called Trevor over and sat him down. He'd decided to tell Trevor how he'd been found as a young child. He said Trevor had sought him out specifically, appearing in the heavily guarded courtyard of the Vongola manor. Somehow, he'd circumvented the entirety of the Vongola's armed body guards. He then demanded to see Reida by name before fainting. Senji went on to talk about how Trevor slept for the better part of a week before finally regaining consciousness. Senji's father's guardians, the 10th generation, wanted to interrogate the child, but Senji would have none of it.

When Trevor revealed he remembered nothing from before he woke up, Senji took extreme pity on him, bringing the boy into his household and eventually adopting him.





OTHER

Main Box Weapon
Unfortunately, Trevor does not have a box weapon. Various members of the Sawada family have tried on many occassions to set him up with one, but the box weapons won't respond whenever he tries to open them, even when he's using the Vongola Sun ring. It's all very strange, but then Trevor is a strange kid.

Techniques
Trevor doesn't have any named techniques. He knows how to apply his flame in such a way that he can saturate a person's body with Sun flames, causing their cells to reproduce like crazy. This is great for speed-healing wounds, most of which will knit themselves closed in a few seconds—no stitches required! There will be a small scar left over.

Trevor can also saturate a person's body with Sun flames and amplify their flame output by leaps and bounds, essentially supercharging them. This makes their flames much more pure, much more powerful, and allows them to output a whole lot more flames at once.





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So begins...

Trevor Sawada's Story

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~ Collaborated post between BespectacledBeauty and Xunnamius ~





"No matter how you look at it...dressy clothes like this don't fit me at all..."

Reida examined herself in the full-length mirror that lay against the wall of her temporary room, a room that was set up for her to stay in for her safety while the presentation ceremony was taking place. To be honest, she'd prefer to be able to prepare herself in her own room. It was much larger than this one and far more comfortable, but she also understood that large ceremonies like this came with risks. It was better to be prepared for any emergencies.

She turned to the side, her eyes moving up in down as she made sure her clothes were straight and in their proper place. After about an hour of searching through her closet, she'd decided on a dark red blouse that tucked into a black pencil skirt. Feeling a little awkward with the length of the skirt, she also made sure to slip on a pair of black tights as well. If it were up to her, she'd attend the meeting in her pajamas...but that might not give off the impression she was aiming for.

Making her way to the only desk in the room, she picked up a few sheets of paper and began to read the words to herself, her mouth slowly curving into a frown as her eyes moved down the paper. "T-this will be fine, right? It's just like writing an essay! Maybe I sound too stiff...should I add a joke? No, that would make me look childish.."

Her fingers tightened on the paper, but she felt herself jump slightly as a knock could be heard on the door. "Ah, come in!" she said, folding the paper and stuffing it into the fold of her skirt.

After a moment, a faint click could be heard as the doorknob turned. The door swung open as if pushed by a ghost. Slowly. Methodically. There, standing in the doorway was no apparition, but a young boy. He was small for his age, lanky even, dressed professionally in a suit and tie. His hair, short and blonde, was frizzy and in need of a good brushing.

With one curt sweep of his eyes, he took in the scene before him. Somewhat messy, with clothes here and papers there, but that wasn't unexpected where his big sister was concerned. Whenever she was in a hurry, things tended to go flying.

Reida gave the boy a small smile. Somehow his presence made her nerves settle a little. "Oh, Trevor. What are you doing here? You should be getting ready, too."

Without a word, Trevor entered the room, the door swinging shut in his wake. He moved like a phantom. Silently. His footfalls registering as barely-audible thuds on the floor. After a moment, he was standing before Reida, looking up at her. He met her soft amber irises with his own, his gray eyes piercing but not empty. There was a hint of innocence there, though it was mixed in with something else. Something Reida could never recognize. It was as if he were looking past her, at some far-off landscape.

Perhaps a normal boy would have smiled in return, or at least made a face, yet Trevor's countenance remained stolid and impassive. For a moment longer, the silence lingered. Just long enough for a normal person to feel awkward, though Reida had long since become accustomed to Trevor's "quiet" way of doing things.

"The ceremony started," he said simply. There was no sensation behind his speech. No emphasis. They were just words, light and fluffy like a child's but altogether devoid of feeling, as if from a robot feigning humanity. "We're gonna be late."

"Eh?" Reida only blinked at Trevor's words, her smile remaining on her face for a second as she processed what her brother had just said. In an instant her jaw dropped and her eyes widened, an expression of disbelief crossing her face.

She turned on her heel and reached for her phone that she'd left face down on the desk. Taking it in her hand, she stared at the screen. She was due to give her speech in less than ten minutes. "Heeehhhh!?!?" Once again turning on her heel, this time nearly falling over, she picked up the pair of black heels that she had planned on wearing and grabbed hold of Trevor's wrist. "W-We have to go right now!!"

With her brother's wrist in her left hand and the heels in her right, she swung open the door and practically dragged the poor boy behind her as she rushed towards the gymnasium. Once they made it to one of the private entrances, she leaned herself against the wall and released her grip on Trevor to slip the black heels over her feet. Checking to make sure the bun that she'd rolled her hair up into hadn't come loose, she let a sigh escape from her lips.

"Made it...just in time." With another sigh, she looked down at Trevor and placed her hand on his head. Usually Trevor would actively avoid a hand coming near his head, but with Reida it was okay. She was the only exception. "Time to kick some butt."

With that she entered the crowded gymnasium and carefully weaved through the crowd, ready to greet anyone who recognized her, but hoped that she could make it to the stage without having to converse with anyone. Now was not the time to be late for her own speech.

Trevor looked on after her, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Where he took short careful steps, Reida moved in long confident strides, the crowd parting before her. Looking around, he didn't recognize any faces. Most of the people here seemed to be either mafia of some kind or with the government, the significance of which was lost on him as any interest he had in his surroundings disappeared along with Reida.

With nothing around capable of capturing his attention, he decided to follow her, stepping through spaces in the crowd as they appeared. It was almost like a dance. Almost. In his rush to reach the other side of the auditorium, Trevor collided painfully with someone, nearly losing his balance. Ripping his hands from his pockets in an attempt to steady himself, he took an uncertain step backwards, looking up at whom he'd unintentionally accosted.

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Tyde Rumerio


The room was flooded with sounds of people flapping their lips in communication. Each, with their own smooth style of dressing. You had those who were decorated, most likely military grade of some sort. You even had those who looked more like they were going to a funeral or wedding with how many layers of clothing they had covering their persons. It had seemed this was going to be one of those buttoned shirt, overlapping trousers, and shoe shining type of parties, if you would just base it on how the majority of guest looked. Even the uninvited few seemed to be wearing something rather according to the situation. Then you had Tyde. The young man dressed in a colored shirt that he left unbuttoned and had on slacks of some kind, which were complimented by his casual shoes, which seemed to be more of a janitors pair than anything. He decided that if he was asked he'd say he worked for some random company selling toilet paper, which was a good enough excuse to him, seeing that from his perspective he looked like one of those shady salesmen. He wasn't worried about the dress code. Had he been older and looked older he may have caved in and decided to bring less attention to himself, but he knew none of that was necessary. After all, when he glanced at some of the kids around him, some were wearing normal street clothes. Apart from the dress code, he found the whole gathering rather.... boring? No. He wasn't happy with just calling it boring or dull. The boy would make a new word to describe this moment in given time, but he knew only the most foul of sounds would go together with the environment.

He was on his fifth glass of punch and wasn't planning on stopping until he was able to have his fun. Though even that didn't really make him less bored of the situation. There was something foul about time travel. The foulest would be the fact that he wouldn't be able to kill anybody, least not anyone with power. Killing ants was fun and all, but he wouldn't be able to kill a mass amount of them either. There were way too many rules with what he had to do. He took it as a mission where he wasn't ordered to kill anyone, which meant that he wouldn't, even in self defense, but he almost pulled at his hair once he arrived to Naminori. His gaze reflected his feeling of boredom, which probably made him look even more like a washed up salesman. He leaned heavily on the wall, staring for what seemed like hours at his glass. He wondered, if he couldn't kill them, how he was supposed to get their rings. If the Vongola guardians and head were all that he had read about, he would think that even the most strenuous of torture wouldn't make them give up their rings.
A wry grinned formed on his face as he thought about the ways he planned to torture but not kill each and every one of them. Maybe that in itself was the only reason why he didn't loose his mind already. He had to be the hunter, stalking his pray for the food that it was. "Sure would be a bummer if they give up before the nuggetting," he laughed as he thought about the heaviest form of torture possible.

However, it still wasn't enough. No matter how many times he thought about it, the Vongola's were all mostly kids now. Of course they'd disappoint him. That made him want to kill them more. Though, thinking about it a little bit, he thought that maybe if he got to them just right, he could make them appreciate life more. He'd basically be a hero in their eyes. A hero in his hero's eyes. Though, they were kids. Even the ones who were his age didn't have the mindset to give him what he wanted out of them. No one in this god awful time had what it took. Least not so far. He thought maybe he was more disappointed in the women then in anything else, seeing as he liked having all sorts of fun with them. What fun? Any type one could think of from a guy like him. He considered himself pretty much down for anything when it came to girls. He'd at least do more with them then he'd do with men, but he knew that was nothing special. Everyone did something he did. To give him credit though, he liked to do a lot of things people didn't. Like killing. Something that once again, he was reminded that he wasn't allowed to do.

So what was he to do? He read all the books he had brought and played all the games. So now what? Was he to just live in this boredom forever, never to feel the way he was meant to feel. No. He'd rather die than do that. Than to do nothing at all. At least he was able to watch people doing their normal activities, but there was just something about the setting. He could tell a lot of people that were in the room were fake. Even more deviant than him, he knew half of them would stab the person they were talking to in the back the moment they had a chance. Tyde made sure their faces would be remembered. Would laugh their fake laughs while being crushed slowly by millions of tiny objects? The very thought sent him to his happy place, a world where no one was fake and everyone appreciated their lives no matter how short it was.

He was just in the midst of replacing someones lower regions with their eyes when he was suddenly bumped into with a force strong enough to make him spill his drink to the side. He looked in disappointment at the remains of red juice, puddled on the floor, but quickly retracted his hurt feelings, for it reminded him of a puddle of blood. He stared at it boringly for a moment and turned his gaze to his bumper, a small boy with bored look on his face. Was it boredom? Well, it didn't really matter to Tyde, for he knew who the kid was as soon as he gazed upon him. Trevor Sawada. He read lots about the lad, though he was older in the stories of course. The fact that he was there meant that his sister was also there, but she was far from Tydes target. He stared at the kid for a while, realizing that any torture he had in mind for a small child like that might kill him and thus, he was sure he wouldn't be able to target him. So instead, mostly to pass the boredom, he started a conversation with the kid.

"Geez," he smiled, much like an older person would smile to someone younger than them. "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." Tyde pointed to a bald man in a military dress uniform. "So kid, what's your name? I'm Tyde. You as bored as I am right now?" The young man talked to the boy as if he was just a stranger. Worse off, he treated him as if he was one of those strangers who might have the potential to be his friend. It wasn't an act or anything. Tyde just happened to be a friendly guy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"There was a kid in that mess?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, sir."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suspicious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He got a response almost immediately. Will do.

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

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

"Observe?" Davis replied, his tone skeptical.

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

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

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

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

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

That name you gave us, Alastor Rizzo.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We will, thanks."

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

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

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

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

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

CEDEF-12, this is Control.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was a switchblade.

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

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

And that's when Al struck.

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

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

The kid had to be punished for this insolence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You jerk," Al hissed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"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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Call it Alien intuition, but Ai was very uncomfortable. Perhaps it was part of Ai's complex systems involved in decision making, a system developed over billions of years of evolution and direct intervention meant to make good decisions based on all perceivable factors, information from the future and her somewhat relatively underdeveloped trust system. Perhaps that was the part that was malfunctioning. No, not malfunctioning, just working as expected. Ai had experienced an attack on herself a day before the inheritance from a foreign factor, and the conditions of this day fit that day very well. The chances of the unlikely event happening again were still extremely low, but it had happened before. Ai was programmed to take chances every now and then, it was the secret to her success, but what that meant was that she was to occasionally accept something of slightly lower probability or effectiveness as true. Now, this was only meant to effect her decision making and not her caution system, which was programmed to take all things with a probability over 1% into account, but perhaps something in her system was triggering the effect to be cautious about another introduction of foreign elements. Was it an error that was coming from the vessel's mind? The instinct of self-preservation?

Regardless, Ai wasn't comfortable with the decision to ignore such an unlikely threat. She was told to put it out of her mind, however, so she did her best to try to do so. Right now, she had a duty, locating the Guardians. She already had spoken to the Storm and Cloud guardians and she had identified the Rain, Sun and Lightning Guardians and the Boss, meaning everybody was present. Now, she had to make sure they were aware of their duties. Of course, she was going to to them in order, and Trevor was next on her list.

When Ai had first identified him, he was interacted with two men, but now it seemed a young women about Ai's apparent age was speaking to him. Still, Ai felt it important to interrupt. Of course, she was going to take the advice the Cloud guardian had given to her. After all, mannerisms were one of the most difficult things to master in human culture.

"Excuse me," Ai called dully yet politely, ignoring the girl's presence, "Sawada Trevor. I was told to remind the Guardians of their roles in this ceremony as it is almost time to begin the presentation. Are you aware of your role in this presentation?"

On a second notice, however, Ai witnessed the presence of another organic create seated on top of the woman's head. No, it wasn't organic. It was a box weapon. Maybe to somebody lesser trained it would appear ordinary, but Ai could tell it was a box weapon. She couldn't identify the flame, however, as it was not immediately obviously giving off flames, nor were the properties identifiable by mere presence alone. Maybe she could guess if she lit a flame of her own in her presence, but a direct sampling would have been preferred over mere observation. Either way, the presence of a box weapon meant that the girl was associated with the mafia in some way.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Revealing..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"This is..."

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

"This is wrong!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We are currently in danger."

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

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

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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!"




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Something was really aggravating his sister.

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

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

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

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

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

Well, maybe Rosa on an off day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Preposterous.

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

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

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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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With no response from her brother, it was clear that he had no intention of arguing with her decision. With him in a safe place, she would be able to focus on the conflict at hand without worrying about whether or not he was okay. She would leave no time for him to change his mind and follow her either, quickly raising to her feet and turning away from him. However, before she could take her first step, she felt a tug at her skirt and realized that Trevor had reached up and latched onto her with his fingers. Reida frowned at this. The longer she spent here trying to get her brother to follow her instruction, the longer her Guardians would be without her help. She opened her mouth to speak, prepared to be more stern this time, but Trevor's voice reached her ears before any sound could escape her lips.

"You can't go that way."

A confused looked crossed her face as Trevor released his grip from her skirt and took a step back.

"Somebody bad is over there."

"What?"

What followed Reida's question was the sound of a single knock upon the metal doors that parted the hallway. After that, two more echoed through the halls before the door slowly opened and in entered a tall woman whom Reida didn't recognize. Her first thought was how beautiful the strange woman was, almost as if she could be a queen of some faraway land.

"Good day, I am here to take the Vongola Sun Ring. If you would kindly please hand it over."

Reida took a step to the side to poise herself in front of Trevor, her eyes narrowing slightly in a defensive manner. So this was one of the enemies involved in the attack on the gymnasium.

"If it is not complied with, I am allowed to use force."

"She's allowed to? So someone's giving her orders...she's not alone," Reida thought to herself. A feeling of anxiousness itched at the back of her head. If there were others, then they were likely still in the gymnasium where she had left her Guardians. Not only that, but there was a leader. Her mind drifted back to the man she'd first seen in the crowd as she was giving her speech, the one who had made her feel sick at the sight of him. If that man wasn't the one in control of this attack, then whoever it was must be a monster.

"This will be the only time a choice will be given."

Reida was quickly distracted from her thoughts as the light of silvery orb that the strange woman had created reflected in her eyes. This was clearly some form of deathperation flame, but what type it was Reida had no idea. The violet-haired woman outstretched her hand to them, but Reida lifted her arm and placed it in front of Trevor. The Sun ring belonged to no one but him.

Reida's response prompted Trevor to clasp his left hand over his right, completely covering the Sun ring. It was his precious gift from the Sawada family. From his sister. Though his countenance remained stolid and impassive, a distinct sensation began to pervade his body, starting in his gut and working its way out until his entire being was alight with it. The force manifested itself as golden-yellow whisps of flame that peeked out from between his fingers.

There was no way he'd give the ring up so easily.

"Whatever it may be, I will respect it and I hope you will do the same to mine."

"The ring doesn't belong to-"

In a split second, the orb that the woman had been holding sped past them, nearly brushing Reida's ear as it did so before colliding with the wall behind them. She was taken aback by the speed that the object had flown, but it only took a second for her snatch one of the Box Weapons out of her purse and connect it's opening with her ring that was now alight with the orange flickering of her sky flame. This was the very first box weapon she'd ever received, given to her by the 10th Vongola himself. In an instant, the walls glowed with the reflection of the sky flames that engulfed the antlers of Pen, a giant Sky Stag. It stood in front of Reida and her brother, it's head raised high with pride.

"You won't have the sun ring," she said simply, her eyes locked onto the stranger.

As if punctuating Reida's words, Trevor transitioned into a more aggressive stance, balling his fists and bringing his knuckles together like he'd practiced a thousand and one times before. His sun flames leapt from one fist to the other, bathing them both in their glorious golden resplendence. With Pen to the front and big sister to the right, he found it hard to believe that only a single enemy could possibly pose a threat, whoever they were. Though he abhorred fighting, he'd make an exception with the ring at stake, even if he wasn't entirely sure what to do next... besides dodge those orb things.

Deep green eyes reflected nothing but understanding. Elysia did know that the possibility of settling this peaceful was close to nil. However, there was no harm in trying. She would not want to do needless damages to anyone or to anything if possible. "I see. Let us begin then." But, her order must be done at all cost. That is her sole purpose in becoming a Rizzo Guardian. She will not fail her Master at all costs. After stating that, the orb which was implanted on the wall immediately removed itself. She did not move from her spot nor did she seemed bothered by the presence of a Box Animal specifically of the Sky Flames. It made her wonder if she should do the same. However...

She raised her right hand upwards as the orb returned to her as it twirled around the raised limb. Their files had been read and studied by her, but she would have to see them both in action to truly know the extent of their abilities. From that decision, she leveled her arm towards the pair or more aptly, the trio. With that motion, the orb was launched to strike with the intention to hit Reida as she was an obstacle from obtaining the Sun Ring. At the same time, it would not be noticed immediately but somehow, the air around the room or specifically the temperature was altering on a negligible amounts for now.

Trevor took note of the woman telegraphing her move. The smooth, robotic manner in which she raised her arm. The slight narrowing of her eyes as she took aim at his sister. At that moment, he tensed, his mind cleared of all auxiliary worries. He didn't receive much in the way of formal training, and he didn't have a box weapon, but he refused to be helpless.

The moment the orb flew from her grasp, he took the initiative, crouching down and streaming forward like a great golden hurricane, his unwieldy speed coming as a surprise even to himself. Since the attack was not aimed at him, the orb sailed clear over his head. Subconsciously, he was busy internalizing his own Sun flames, using them to activate the full potential of his cells, his tissue, his muscles. This had the transient effect of bolstering his speed and strength to near that of an Olympic athlete. In less than an instant, he cleared the distance between himself and this adversary, his body appearing mere inches before her outstretched palm. Within the same instant, he bent his knees and rocketed straight into the air.

His forward velocity was unbelievable for a human being of his stature, almost as if he'd jumped through time itself.

For him, things seemed to occur in slow motion. He was now sailing through the air a few inches away from the woman, his legs still in jump configuration, his shoulder turned, his right fist cocked back far, wound up like a spring. Even now, he was busy gathering Sun flames along his right arm in order to further strengthen the coming attack, almost like instinct. Amidst all the action, he still managed to maintain his calm icy demeanor, his countenance radiating equipoise—though he was clenching his teeth in concentration.

In the next instant, he twisted at the waist, intuitively unfurling his shoulder to take complete advantage of the momentum of the maneuver, bringing to bear the full might of his fist, gunning for the woman's face.

The attack had enough force behind it to smash concrete.

To most, Elysia's movements would appear rather mechanical, precise, and nothing spectacular. However, her mind was operating with an almost superhuman sense of vision. Everything and everyone around her moved in a slower pace, similar to that of slow-motion video. Despite the seemingly surprising speed that the Sun Guardian displayed, she was still able to see him coming and aptly dodged it by casually stepping aside, allowing his small fist to hit the door behind her.

With her orb still in play for the Sky Guardian, she simply looked at him with those seemingly empty yet melancholic eyes of hers.

Trevor ended up with his arm buried up to the shoulder in the steel reinforced door, its jagged remains turning the sleeve of his otherwise dapper suit jacket into confetti. Though he was facing the door, he angled his eyes to the left, catching the woman in his peripheral vision. Her movements were baffling. She didn't seem surprised by his speed at all, though he was sure she should have been. He'd poured everything he had into that attack. It was almost as if she knew he could do that—would do that.

With a tortured screech, the door buckled inward and Trevor yanked his arm from it, taking the opportunity to put a bit of distance between himself this adversary. Blood oozed from the lengthy lacerations he'd incurred by slamming his limb through reinforced metal, but if he was in pain, his face surely didn't show it. The Sun flames were already taking their effect, activating his cells and healing his wounds. After a few moments, there was no evidence that he'd even been wounded in the first place, save for the crimson tinge of his sleeve's remains.

"You're weird," he muttered, backing away even further, once again covering the ring on his right hand with his left.

The Sun Guardian described her as weird. Elysia pondered that word briefly. It was similar to the word odd, which had been an attachment of her by many. She was aware of her mannerisms and seemingly inhumane aspects, but that was caused by the flame residing deep within her body. Its attempts to freeze her or at a grander stage, to stop time itself, but of course, that could not be possible at this point. So, it only does what it could for now, slow everything for her, and just her.

Perhaps...

She did not continue that thought as it was taking her attention to the matter at hand. She was to retrieve the Sun Ring and no one would stand in her way to complete that one order by her Master.