Troy Takumi's Story

The police sirens rang throughout the streets while chasing an extremely agile and small target. This would be the day they finally will catch him they all thought. Four police vehicles were swerving to make left turns, right turns, and then another left as they pursued him. The one that became known as 'REBEL' that was displayed as art throughout the city. This notorious vandal continues to spray paint highly designed graffiti art throughout different building in the city and flees the scene swiftly when the cops pursue. The target has a hoodie, sweatpants, black gloves and a bandanna to cover his face to prevent him from being identified. This will be the day, they thought.

"Heh, you really think you'll catch up," Troy waved backwards to the police cars chasing after him. Troy on his roller skates made a swift left turn on the street onto the sidewalk. A local city hot dog vendor was further down the block he was on. Troy put his hands on his spray can, turned his body and his skates sideways and bent his knees. In that brief moment, he sprayed a large 'rB' standing for REBEL on the side of the hot dog vendors cart. "It looks better now! Thank me later!" he yelled as he continued fleeing from police, the inappropriate remarks that ensued from this was toned out by Troy because he honestly didn't care, it's art.

He continued down the sidewalks while police cars swerved and avoided obstacles on the street to catch him. Normally, they'll be a point of traffic where he can jump over the cars and continue on; however, today was not that day. The streets were clear and the police really didn't have to avoid too many cars. Troy didn't necessarily fear getting caught because Hayato, his uncle, had enough influence to bail him out of major trouble which has been done before, but he feared Hayato's punishment more as a result, training to be a better guardian. He's a bit of a stickler when it comes to that.

"Finally," Troy said out loud as he saw one of his best escape routes. Up ahead two blocks further was a building full of paint alongside it. He turned around his body again with his skates pointing forward, placed his left hand on his head as if he were a pilot giving a salute, and gave them a proper soldiers salute gesture as if he were saying, 'We're done here soldier.' He put his right hand up a bit, and dove head first into the paint on the wall and dissolved through and vanished as if he were diving into a pool. The police cars stopped in front of this paint, got out of their cars and examined the wall. When they put their hands on it, the wall was just a normal wall with paint on it. Strange they thought; however, this isn't the first time he's vanished like this. They gave up then left for the day, "He'll be back," one officer said.

Troy popped out of another side of the building a bit tired from the run, "now that was fun," he said to himself. His cell phone started buzzing with a reminder, 'Vongola Ceremony' it said on his phone. "Bah! I forgot! I have to hurry or I'll here nonstop complaints from Reida and Rosa!" He took of his hoodie, gloves, sweatpants, and bandanna to literally already be changed into the clothes he planned to wear at the ceremony. There was one problem though, he had paint residue splattered randomly all over his clothes. He shrugged then said, "Oh well, at least the public will know a little more about me by my clothes," then continued to be on his way. He ran instead of rollerskating since the police could still identify the exact skates he used. He has another pair at the Vongola Ceremony location which he'll pick up upon arriving at the location.

He arrived at the location with his now randomly color long sleeve button up shirt, blue jeans, and vest with the paint splotches spread across it. The security guard said, "Your name please sir?"

"Damien Dusk, check the list," Troy replied.

After scanning the list he replied, "I'm sorry but I don't see a Damien D--,"

"It was just a joke!" he placed a overly expressed grin on his face, "It's really James Johnson,"

After scanning again and becoming more flustered as a result of the joke, he said once again, "There isn't a James Johnson either. Look kid, this is a private affair, you can't just come here and ---."

Before he could finish, Troy pulled out his storm guardian ring which caught the man off guard and said, "I lied. I'm a guardian and I'm going in." He had a smile on his face as he gave that remark and continued to move into the building. He went to exchange his skates and placed them in a backpack along with some spray paint cans. As he spun the cans in the air, he said, "Never know when I'll need these," he laughed to himself, placed the spray paint cans in his side pockets, put in backpack on his back then walked to the main area. There was a much larger crowd then he expected and everyone there was dressed nicely. Troy enjoyed being different in this scenario because he was not foreign towards getting most of the attention. He gained a fair amount of quick looks because he really wasn't 'dressed' for the affair; however, that'll all change when everyone realizes he's the 11th generation Storm Guardian. Troy continued to walk through the crowd looking for any of the other guardians to chat with.

"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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, Mother..."

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Jesus!" she cried, "W-"

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

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

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

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

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

"Excuse me," a voice interrupted.

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

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

"You did already!"

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

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."

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

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

"Excuse me," Ai said as she approached.

"What!?"

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

"You did already!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So Ai, where should we be going?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.

["You're late." Slated gray eyes slid towards the puppet girl, and according to her expression, she remained unmoved. It was one thing that Vincenzo already acknowledge her own tardiness, and this may have been.. if ever the first time it has happened. In Italy, her subordinates would have been anything but merciful, however they weren't redundant so there were no need to say what has been obviously done.
It was another thing that Vincenzo knew this girls had an obvious dislike for most everyone in the group, excluding the youngest, Trevor. So she didn't feel the need to question Rosa's irritation for her, since she clearly wasnt the only one.. besides for something like a comment.. or a girl she just met to bother her? 'That would be wasteful.' And pathetic.
She seen plenty and realized that somethings arent worth an ounce of thought. Also V.V wasnt one on "friendship" either so.. 'hm..' Glancing at Troy, she simply turned away and started toward the stage. 'It seems like asking what the plan was nothing but redundant as well.' She thought plainly, before stepping on stage. However she remained in the dim light, inches from the center stage and she took this time to scan the crowd. From what she saw at first glance was nothing out of the oordinary, but Vincenzo knew better than to drop her guard. Her eyes narrowed.

"Father." Vincenzo said as she slipped into the room. In the centered sat a timely man, who was merely cleaning his worn down gear. He glanced at her, then her suitcases, " I suppose youre ready to go?" She nodded. "Well then.." The room went silent, before he spoke up with a cough, "Be safe.." She simply nodded again, about to turn to leave only to stop in mid step, "And be alert." V.V blinked, curious. His green eyes met hers, and she responded with an affirmative before finally leaving.

'be alert.' She thought. 'For father.. to remind me..' She glanced at the chairs, before casually walking into center stage, 'He must know something I dont.' Which irked her in a way, but it was no matter. V.V did ponder the reason for this, and then wondered why the.. ring bearing event was such a large one. People were still coming in and out, sitting themselves down among the crowd, and she resisted a frown. Yes, she did realize they were being watched over by past ringer bearers and hitmen, but was it always enough? V.V imagined the laughter she would receive from telling her worries to others, and rolled back in shoulders in disregard while taking this time to double checking her member's positions. V.V, usually aware, was now on her toes now. If anything out of the ordinary appears.. she brushed her trench coat, subtly feeling her weapons.. she would be ready.
With that all in her head, her expression didnt move at all.

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Althaia brushed her hair back, before gently adjusting her collar, as if she was anxious about her appearance. People gave her several glances, some because of her.. astonishing beauty, others for her apparent nervousness. It made a few people chuckle at her 'cuteness' and some decided to pat her on the back for comfort. She could only think of the thoughts that were going through their heads.. maybe they thought she was a relative.. or she was just a nervous little lady who wasnt used to being among mafia members of the sort. She sure didnt look like one.

Her red eyes gleamed. Looks can be deceiving however.
Feeling her smile brighten, she sat herself down, habitually brushing down her skirt before, merging in the crowd. But ever so subtly, her nose twitched- and seconds later she caught scent of her members. A useful pro of being.. a rabbit, there was no need to look around. 'But it is awfully loud in here..' She thought sullenly, her sensitive ears having a hard time canceling them out. But tuning them ever so slightly, she heard a few recognizable voices, which seemed to relax her even further (if that was possible). "Have you located your target yet, Elysia," She blinked. Annalise. Her cool voice was anything but a stranger. From where she heard the voice.. 'Shes exactly where she's supposed to be.' Seems like the plan was sliding in together perfectly.
Her eyes found ( NOT SURE WHO HER TARGET IS YET TBA ) and she merely continued on, scanning the stage like nothing caught her eye. 'Tick tock tick tock.' She hummed.

[Sigh, little rushed, but I want this story going!]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"This is..."

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

"This is wrong!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We are currently in danger."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Something was really aggravating his sister.

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

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

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

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

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

Well, maybe Rosa on an off day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Troy was still wondering what the impending danger consisted of since he didn't identify any of the 'enemies' in the area; however, panic started to fill the room. He looked around to see who the targets were while looking around the room for Reida. The main target in his mind would be the newly appointed Vongola guardian of course. The worst part about this is that she walked off stage earlier. He had started to walk away from Ai when a cold shrieking voice then murmured his name saying, "Troy Takumi, may I take the ring?" the strange girl asked.

The first thing Troy noticed about her was the gun in her hand, but it wasn't pointed at him. He realized the seriousness of the situation; however, he wasn't worried about himself. He was more worried about Reida because her life was the only placed above his own in his head. With that in mind, he merely glared at Kurai in the eye and slowly took off his book bag. He unzipped it slowly with her still waiting in front of him and pulled out a belt with box weapons and placed it around his waist. The next three things he pulled our were a large paint can and two spray can bottles. He carried the paint can in his left hand, and the spray bottles in his right. "So the ring thing...," he threw the large paint can towards Kurai and threw one spray can to the left while the other to the right. He quickly placed his ring in a box weapon on his belt and pulled out a small Systema C.A.I. pistol and said, "No." He shot the large paint can, and both of the spray cans one after another and they all exploded. Paint splattered everywhere on Troy, Kurai, and the general floor around the area. "The sooner you're out of my way, the better. I kill people like your for breakfast so lets make this quick." He lied.

He placed his right hand to one of the newly made pools of paint and his storm ring begun to shine. A long spear-like weapon came out of the ground, but had a paint brush tip that constantly dripped paint. He looked towards this strange girl with seemingly void black eyes and pointed his pistol at her. "Hope you're ready!" he said with a gesture as if he would shoot. His storm ring begun to shine again and his entire body immediately dissolved into the paint as if his entire being was being melted. He swiftly popped out of the area of paint formed behind Kurai and sent his spear flying at her while the spear at every movement dripped more paint onto the ground. After the first thrust, he sent three more lunges, then jumped back. "Bang, bang" he said with a devilish grin as he begun to fire off disintegration rounds from his Systema C.A.I. gun.