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Shaji Ai

"I may have a bug, but I cannot identify it,"

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a character in “Katekyō Hitman REB0RN!: The Next Generation”, as played by Lloyd999

Description

Vongola Guardian of the Mist

Shaji Ai



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❝What is the universe, but a huge computer, complete with it's own set of rules and directions? What if there was a bug?❞

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❋ Full Name ❋
Shaji Ai

❋ Alias ❋
Three-Eyed Alien

❋ Age ❋
14

❋ Gender ❋
Female

❋ Sexuality ❋
Absolutely no interest (If anything, Xenosexual, if that means anything to you)

❋Box weapon ❋
Corvo di Nebbia: A Mist Raven. A modified version of the Mist Crow box weapon, it has a large 'third eye' on it's chest. It often acts as a scout for Ai and can also completely cloak itself and others with it's cloaking ability. It's only attack (besides incessant pecking) is called 'Strike Feather', where it fires feathers at it's enemies like darts. Using Mist Flames, they tend to 'weld' themselves onto their target.

Also, the Mist Raven is known to have extremely high intelligence, matching that of Dolfine di Piogga, and thus can use telepathy with Ai and can use the Brain Coating ability, letting it communicate with other box weapons and create synchronized attacks.

Nebbia di Malocchio: A box weapon based off the Malocchio Hell Ring, originally in Mukuro's possession. Opening it would release a beast consisting of many cords and eyeballs, much like her own. And it's not just a monster, it's a brain, a supercomputer.


❋Flame type ❋
Mist ~ To create something from nothing and nothing from something, that is the duty of the Mist Guardian, and Ai does this very well. Ai's origins are shrouded in oddity and she isn't one to reveal much about herself or her intentions easily. And when she does speak or do anything for that matter, it's completely bizarre. But the Mist is quite calm compared to other weather phenomena, so when she's not doing anything, she's quite easily overlooked.

❋ Abilities ❋
Like many Mist Guardians, Ai can induce hallucinations in her foes, able to create some of the most vivid of altered realities. She can also use this ability in other ways, such as editing memories and even controlling weak minds. She can even completely possess people's bodies, but she has to be within an extremely close range to do so, and her target must be in her submission. She must then abandon the body she already uses.

However, Ai does have the ability to tap into manipulation of space-time, a process that is extremely complicated and takes millions of years to calculate, but it can be done, thanks to the Thought-Integrated Database. However, this cannot be preformed with confirmation from the future.

Most of her offensive abilities involve entangling her enemies with her 'cords', which she can light with Mist flames for extra effectiveness. As for defensive, she can use her box weapon to make friendly targets invisible or use her special ability to make barriers in space-time, where matter and energy cannot pass through. She also can recover from most injuries to her body, though, it's not exactly her that's getting hurt.


❋ Face Claim ❋
Satori Komeiji





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❋ Height & Weight ❋
150cm, 40kg

❋ Hair color/Length/Quality ❋
She has straight, short pink hair.

❋ Eye color ❋
They are an odd pink color, just an error in pigment. Her third eye has no iris.

❋ Birthmarks/Scars/Tattoos/Piercings ❋
Her only, and perhaps biggest physical oddity is the odd 'cords' that stick out from various parts of her body, and all connect to a single large 'eyeball'.

❋ Physical Description ❋
(WIP)


[Likes] [Dislikes]
o Silence Failure x
o Computers Paradoxes x
o Learning Emotion x





[size=95]❋ Techniques ❋

Hallucinate ~ Ai an invoke hallucinations in her enemies.
Entanglement ~ Using her cords, she can try and entangle her enemies or attack them at close to mid range. She can coat them with hot Mist flames to strengthen them.
Bio-Entanglement ~ She can cover her cords with spikes and Mist flames, resulting in very painful attacks.
Data Refusal ~ Ai makes a barrier in space-time where no matter, energy or data can pass.
Genju Gagaia ~ Based off Mukuro's technique, Ai uses her box weapon and multiplies it with illusions, which she turns into reality. Uses a lot of flame power and she has yet to perfect it.


❋ Personality ❋
Ai is a very odd one. She is the quietest girl you'll ever meet, hardly ever speaking, or even moving. She'll often gaze upon things randomly when not spoken to, and essentially never shows any emotions of any type, so one can hardly tell if she has a personality at all. However, when she does speak, what she says is so technical and so confusing that it's nonsensical.

When spoken too, she does respond directly. She may hesitate at rare times, but she does talk. She'll answer questions very simply with a 'yes' or 'no'. Or if a question requires an elaboration, she'll explain it very complicatedly, and very monotonously.

However, just because she doesn't show feelings, doesn't mean she inevitably experiences them. And sometimes, even she may let them run loose.


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❋ Romantic Interest ❋
None

❋ Family ❋
None

❋ History ❋
Ai is supposedly a bio-mechanical interface created to collect data on the Tri-ni-set, and was designed so that she would have the highest chance of encountering related objects to it. She was created by a collection of races that all came from various planets in a union of sorts, or a reunion. More about this will be revealed in the story (or in the OOC) and she came to study the Tri-ni-set and all related artifacts. It was 14 years ago that she contacted the Vongola.

Her interactions with the Vongola have been kept a secret, but supposedly, she had gotten very close to the Tenth and only highly-ranked members were authorized to know about her. It was these connections, however, that gave her some influence in her family. She was allowed to preform her studies under the Vongola's protection. Apparently, Ai and the Tenth had also discussed many secret plans together, but whatever they were, they may not be completed as easily with the Tenth's death. Although, as part of the Tenth's will, it seemed that Ai was decided to become the Eleventh's Mist Guardian. She had only met the Eleventh personally a few times, but she plans to be as loyal to him as possible.




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So begins...

Shaji Ai's Story

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If Ai could feel nervous, her legs would be shaking. If Ai could feel anticipation, she would be pacing. If Ai could feel excited, she'd be bouncing up and down. Today was going to be a very important event that Ai probably knew more than anybody, would change technology as the world knew it. People have come from all over the world, famous scientists, heads of large corporations and potential investors. Even some politicians. In fact, the Prime Minister of Japan was supposed to come, but he couldn't make it as he had some sort of other important business to attend. Probably for the better Ai had thought.

Still, many people had come, and they crowded the gymnasium, of which was bordered with tables with refreshments and folding chairs facing a stage. Not much of an auditorium, but the gymnasium was supposedly the best place to demonstrate the technologies being revealed, Ai made sure of that. It used to be a testing and training room for box weapon technology that was in use ever since it was commissioned to train the Tenth and his guardians in use of box weapons. It had been replaced, however, by smaller and more specialized ones better suited to testing on the lower levels, and this one had become a gymnasium for the staff to go to on their breaks. Of course, the stage was new. Two men were walking on and off it to make sure the microphone and speakers were working just fine.

Ai caught sight of the External Advisor, Lorenzo DiCaccio, speaking with a few of the guests. He had been the head of CEDEF for a few years and he did his job well, especially since for the past four years he's been taking control of the Vongola, with the Tenth gone. There were a few agents from CEDEF here as well, whom were in charge of security, especially because this event was equally important to the public as it was to the mafia. In fact, it was possible that specific families may not want this technology to be presented to the public. Speaking of which, Lorenzo was supposed to be getting ready to begin the presentation, which was about 10 minutes. Ai decided to inform him about it.

"Mr. DiCaccio," Ai said in her monotonous voice, interrupting his conversation. Lorenzo turned to look at the girl, the two suited men he was speaking with doing the same. Ai, as she always did in public, had her unnatural looking third eye hidden using her illusionary abilities. "Yes, Ai?" Lorenzo responded. "I'd advise you to prepare for the unveiling, as you are to make your presentation in ten minutes of time." Lorenzo nodded.

"This isn't your daughter now," The younger of the two gentlemen asked, "Is it, Mr. Di... Disache.. Dikak... is it?" he fumbled over the name. "DiCaccio," Lorenzo corrected, "And no, this young lady is Ai and she has been a great help toward this project. Ai, these men are Mr. Isaac Bailey and Mr. Joseph Gadardy. Mr. Bailey is the head of Bailey & Ryan Hardware and Mr. Gadardy is a representative of ENCAN, an energy company in North America." They were both going to shake her hand, but Ai had simply bowed, forgetting that the two men weren't Japanese, but they followed suit anyway, as they had remembered that was the proper Japanese greeting. After the two men left them, Lorenzo spoke with Ai as they walked.

"Has the Eleventh has arrived with his other guardians yet?" Ai asked Lorenzo, her monotony not fading. "I am informed a few have arrived," Lorenzo told her in a low voice, "Yet it seems some may be running late. I trust they are alright, however. Although, Ai, mind doing me a favor and informing the Eleventh it's almost time?" Ai nodded, then spoke up, "Although, as pertaining to that, if it happens. Why must it? If more agents from CEDEF were brought in then we can prevent-" Lorenzo cut her off, "Calm down Ai. We have enough security, with the Eleventh's guardians here." "I've only met the other guardians briefly, and I do not think they are as of yet able-" "None of you are yet able to handle such a situation alone, not even you, Ai. That is why we agreed to have them all here. The guardians need to be ready to work together. Also, if they are able to do so, with all these people, it will help both my goal and your goal. Therefore, Ai, you need not to worry about anybody but the Eleventh and everything will fall into place. That is what we agreed with the Tenth." Ai paused before responding, "The nature of the agreement, however..." but she fell silent. Lorenzo gave her a suspicious look, but he smirked and put his hand on her shoulder, "Go find the Eleventh, and after you do that, why not go interact with the others, okay?" Ai simply nodded.

The setting changes from Vongola Headquarters in Japan to Earth

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

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

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

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

Blood.

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

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

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

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

Oh well.

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

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

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


**



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can we trouble ya for an autograph?"


**



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He projected power. Raw. Dangerous.

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

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

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

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

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

With both hands he straightened his tie.

It was almost time.

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

Perfect.

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

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

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Ai turned her head curtly upon hearing a man's voice, whom stood before her. Facing him, she looked him in the eyes, at least with two of her own. Her third one sat over her chest and scanned his appearance. He must have been a mafioso, referring to her as a Guardian and alluding to how much he may know about her. Interestingly enough, not much was really known about her until after she became a Guardian and all that most people know about her, if they recognize her name, that she had some responsibility in designing the technology that was going to be unveiled that night. Of course, the young man could have just been saying it sarcastically, which always threw Ai off. To say something to only mean the exact opposite, it kept her up at night, figuratively speaking.

Upon a glance at his hand, Ai realized he was greeting her and connected it with her own. If a person could just another by their handshake, Ai might as well have didn't even exist. While her two eyes never lost contact with his, through her third eye she noticed the lack of any sort of ring on his hand, in contrast with her own. Rings were a given for mafioso at that day and age, but Ai made nothing of it.

"Yes," she replied, her voice always never containing any friendliness nor spite, "I am the current Guardian of the Mist for the Vongola." Another trait about Ai, she wasn't good with conversation. She either never fell into the pitfalls of conversation by responding with simple answers, or when she did speak, the things that came from her mouth were needlessly complicated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The setting changes from Earth to Vongola Headquarters in Japan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Disgusting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He'd found his target.

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

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


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

Hmm, probably not the appropriate reaction there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Trevor froze, looking down at his hands.

Empty.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was Trevor that spoke first.

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

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

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

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

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While Ai might have been stone faced, her mind ran quickly. Like humans, Ai's mind would always contemplate all the possibilities of a few seconds into the future, yet when something unexpected occured, she did not gasp or laugh or yelp. Unlike some more primitive models, Ai had complete control over her motor functions, including the automatic ones, so even when something unexpected happened, she was still but a statue with a pulse with little regard to her own self-preservation. Therefore, she did not physically react when the man became unexpectedly close to her.

Ai's mind, however, raced when he told her very softly, "Can your eye see me for what I really am, Shaji Ai?". Neither her breathing nor her pulse changed pace, but Ai's cold and calculating mind was making some cold calculations. It was busy making revelations that it didn't even need the TID for, too busy to care for the physical care of the body.

This man had come from the future. Ai had become aware of a strange disturbance in space-time the day before, but because they happened naturally all the time, she made nothing of it. He wasn't the only one, of course, Ai knew that for sure. Ai was even expecting something like this to happen, but she could not calculate when or even if it'd happen at all as many things were equally possible. He had come for something, their lives? Ai's third eye looked toward her hand, of which would normally be sending distress signals of pain to the brain, yet that brain was numbed by her own. He must have been after the Vongola Rings, Ai concluded, yet she did not know of any reason other than the fact that they were part of the Tri-Ni-Set. After all, there was no reason any humans would be interested in anything greater. She'd have to defend it if he were to grab it.

Her third eye looked at the man. Ai should have connected with the TID to learn more about him, but examining him on her own was much quicker. Her eye could see the wavelengths in his body, and how they were bound to a ring that wasn't there. Was it inside his body? It had to have been. The ring, however, was strange. It wasn't among the seven rings of Sky, so it had to have been something different. Perhaps the flame of Night? Ai was sure that even a hundred years in the future that ordinary humans couldn't use that, not even her ancestors could.

Ai could have attacked the man, out of defense of the ring of course. It was her duty. The man was so close, Ai could have taken over his mind if she was able to, and many of her other attacks were highly effective at embracing-ranges. Yet, as Ai could tell by his wavelengths, he was many times stronger than she. Even physically, his body towered over her feeble form. Ai realized that with the weak body she was given, she'd never be able to take on the man, even if she took him by surprise. She had to try however. The invisible cords around her body were already slithering toward him.

"Disappear," he told her, leaving her alone. Ai would sigh if she cared to, but relief was not in her genes. Neither was urgency, as primitive probes had. Facts, however, were facts, and the fact was that the Boss was in danger. Ai absolutely had to contact him, but the presentation was starting in a matter of minutes. Ai didn't know exactly how the Boss would react as he knew nothing, but she knew Lorenzo would understand, so he may have been the first person she should have consulted. Ai would also have to contact the TID about who he was, but thankfully, information was already flooding into her head.

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

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

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





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

"Joel," Someone called from behind him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Power hungry." Wall laughed.

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



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

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

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

An awkward silence went around the room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"The Rizzo is what their group is referred to," Ai continued to explain to Lorenzo in a hushed voice backstage, "They are a family whom have a lot of influence over other groups of humans in the future are known for their usage of flames unfamiliar to much of our planet, unheard of publicly today. They come with intention of taking the Vongola Rings, but the means of which they will do so is unclear to me. Protection is priority." Lorenzo pondered all the details Ai had told him. "Indeed," he agreed, "Protection of the Eleventh is most important. Although, if they are as strong as you say, then this may be a great opportunity..." He trailed off in thought.

When Ai had said protection, she'd meant the protection of the rings, but indeed, protection of the Boss was always top priority for the guardians in the Vongola family. Though, Ai did wonder for a second exactly what she valued more. She had vowed by the Tenth's word to become the Eleventh's Mist Guardian, yet the protection of the Vongola rings may have been more important to her when it came to reaching her ends. Ai concluded, however, that the two came hand in hand for the most part, and a situation where she'd have to choose between one or the other would be very unlikely. If it came to that moment, however, and she would not be able to choose between the two out of weighing factors, she may have to let some of her effect her. Ai withdrew the thought immediately, as allowing her to leak through could create a fatal error as Ai was perfect and she was not. That is what they told her. "I am perfect."

"Really? You think you can handle this?" Lorenzo replied, once again misinterpreting her, "Alright, I'll count on you as always Ai." Lorenzo had actually gotten into the habit of depending on Ai a little too often lately, but Ai did everything perfectly for him without complaint. "Once Cain is finished up there, you should tell him about this Rizzo family. You should then try to identify all of this 'Alastor' person's Guardians. I'll keep my men on alert. Also, you should get on the stage now, Cain's introducing his Guardians now." Ai simply nodded, before making her way onto the stage, undramatically.

Standing at Cain's other side, she bowed slightly and wordlessly, not forcing herself to smile.

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Murasaki Eri


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

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

Miyamoto Keiko


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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Miku "Elizabeth" Risso Character Portrait: Cain  Vongola Character Portrait: Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo Character Portrait: Trevor Twenty-Seventh Rizzo Character Portrait: Flandre Valiere Character Portrait: Shaji Ai
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Hildegarde twirled in her maroon dress, its tails spinning like the wisps of a mighty cyclone ready to wreak havoc on an unsuspecting rural town. Around and around she spun, slowly making her way across the elaborate tiling and embroidery beneath her feet like a ballerina, as elegant as a soaring eagle and as mighty as a raging dragon. With a curt click of her heel, she arrested her angular momentum, coming to a full stop near the edge of the balcony. She fastened her hands to the banister with a purpose, each of her fingers clamping down upon the sleek metal rail in a sequential, oddly alluring fashion.

She currently stood upon a small ornate balcony overlooking a massive convention center of some sort, filled with hundreds of moving bodies. The building belonged to the Vongola mob family. From the frantic scurrying of the urbane mafioso and dapper businessmen below, she surmised that the main event was about to get started.

Hildegarde threw a timid glance over her shoulder, a sheepish grin adorning her face. Behind her was a large steel door, and on it in bold red letters read:

TO ROOF
DO NOT OPEN


She ogled the door with a dreamy expression plastered upon her face. Her lover was a mere staircase away from her. Between Donovan's momentum manipulation and sitting through the constant planning and rehearsal, she hadn't really found a chance to talk to him since they'd arrived in this backwards time period—at least, not alone like she wanted. Honestly, it seemed like her lover always found ways to avoid her. If she were a more impressible girl, perhaps that'd make her feel some type of way. It wasn't like they were technically lovers or anything... well, at least not yet. A girl can dream, mind you.

All she had to do now was walk through that door and climb those stairs and she could be in his arms.

Forever his!

Hildegarde took a step backwards, away from the edge of the balcony and towards the door, fully intending to reach for its handle. As with all things in her life, all she had to do was pull and it would obey her will. It would open for her. All she had to do was pull...

But she stopped, frozen, one hand still on the railing, the other suspended in mid grasp, outstretched, reaching for the door as if it were the cure for cancer teetering on the edge of an endless abyss.

In that moment, two things occurred to her simultaneously. First, Alastor had given her a mission, and Alastor's orders were absolute. He wouldn't much appreciate her presence with such a monumental task left unfinished. Second, three Vongola mafioso had gone through the very same door not ten minutes ago. No doubt Alastor had had his share of fun with them, and under no circumstances would Hildegarde allow her brand new high top dress to be besmirched with blood stains.

No matter how thoroughly you wash linens, the inky spots never really come out.

With a sigh of defeat, Hildegarde turned her gaze forward, leveling a frown at the sight in front of her. She stood towards the top of a massive convention center-style auditorium filled to the brim with walking talking suits babbling and bustling about. Among the assorted guests, she could easily pick out her Rizzo compatriots. They stuck out among the riffraff like sore thumbs.

There was Flandre, of course, easily spotted by her "equipment". Technically, Hildegarde was supposed to be down there along side her, wheeling her around like some sort of tacky chauffeur. Hah! Alastor would have to give the command himself before she would reconsider.

By the look in Flandre's eyes, she was riling herself up about something. Following her gaze, she spotted another Rizzo. The Comet guardian, Miku Rizzo. Interesting.

Hildegarde leaned forward over the railing as elegantly and daintily as she dared, using her hand as a makeshift visor in order to block out the glare of the halogen lamps directly above her. Even though the lights had been dimmed, she was close enough to them that they still managed to partially blind her. She noted out of her peripheral vision, and with thinly veiled revulsion, a few men on the stage below gawking at her.

With a motion as suave as a movie star's and twice as classy, Hildegarde reached into her voluptuous creamy-brown cleavage, removing a small bright red object, spherical in shape. It was a simple piece of hard candy. Without missing a beat, she popped the candy into her mouth, turning her nose up at the undesirables directly below.

If Alastor hadn't ordered there be no casualties, she might've given them the show of their lifetimes.

Having lost her original focus, Hildegarde, her hand still acting as a makeshift visor, rescanned the room, looking for Miku's signature pigtails. Instead, she spotted Alastor. Well, one of his images. Timeline clones, of a sort. Such an amazing and spectacular trick, as expected of her Alastor, an Adonis among men. Hildegarde had to physically stop herself from swooning at the thought of three Alastors existing simultaneously.

The Alastor she spotted was the younger version of her beloved Alastor, a positively adorable little boy of around 12 years of age. Hildegarde placed her free hand over her chest.

"Be still my beating heart!" She muttered to herself, a frenetic monsoon of fanatical frenzy baying at the edges of her voice.

Little Alastor was walking off, away from...

Hildegarde squinted, bringing her makeshift visor closer to her eyes. In Alastor's wake were two fellow Rizzos: Donovan, one of the fastest men she'd ever met, and Trevor, the cute little kid who was deep on the creepy side with a face that rarely shifted in expression or countenance. The two were looking a bit standoffish, though for what reason she could not deduce. Then again, those two always looked standoffish. They always stuck together, like cluster bombs.

Hildegarde flashed a petite smile, fanning her face with her hand in mock chagrin. Cluster bombs were her favorite type of death machines after all, and just the thought of them brought a smile to her face.

With another sigh, she returned to her task, searching through the crowd with her eyes. Things had quieted down considerably, and the Vongolas had begun to take the stage. Their boss, known in the history books as the "King of Flames," took center stage and started speaking.

Hildegarde stifled a cackle.

That kid boss and his cronies were nothing compared to the Rizzo dynasty. Nothing.

And then Hildegarde's eyes landed on whom she'd been searching for the entire time. Her target, as ordered by Alastor.

Her goal.

Hildegarde's eyes grew large, her pupils contracting, her lips peeling back from her teeth. The girl walked onto stage, seemingly none the wiser to Hildegarde's malicious presence several meters above her. She was just as the briefing on the Vongola family had described her. 150 centimeters tall with straight short pink hair and matching eyes.

Those beady little eyes.

The girl who had a ring, something that Alastor desired. And whatever Alastor desired, Alastor would get. Hildegarde would see to it.

Personally.

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Character Portrait: Cain  Vongola Character Portrait: Miyamoto Keiko Character Portrait: Murasaki Eri Character Portrait: Shaji Ai Character Portrait: Sora Rizzo
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Miyamoto Keiko


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

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

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

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

"Heh. Da boss's callin'."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A short pause.

Keiko bumped her shoulder against Eri's playfully.

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

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

Another short pause.

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

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

"Shut up, Kei-chan."





Murasaki Eri


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shut up, Kei-chan."

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Character Portrait: Cain  Vongola Character Portrait: Joel Lambe Character Portrait: Miyamoto Keiko Character Portrait: Nami Gokudera Character Portrait: Murasaki Eri Character Portrait: Fredrick Dill Koenig
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A limousine pulled up in front of the Vongola Headquarters. Patiently waiting, a swarm of paparazzi flooded towards the limousine. The doors flung open a few of Vongola's bodyguards came out first forming a circle of protection against the paparazzi to let the celebrity out. Nami Gokudera, the Vongola Guardian of Storm, known as Tempest from the band Blast of Tempest began walking out. She had her pop star idol outfit on and pink sunglasses and finally had arrived to the Vongola Headquarters. She and the bodyguards had begun making their way towards the door through the paparazzi.

Ms. Tempest would you like to comment on your new album?! Ignored. Tempest, please give us the insider to your new song! I will just keep walking. Can I get your number gurrrrl? Annoying.

This is the usual routine for fans because they always flocked together and are overbearing. She was advised by her manager to allow get through crowds quickly as possible because once you give one attention, then you'll have to do it for the others. Nami continued her walk down the path to the door in an attempt to get into the headquarters where only certain people are allowed.

A little boy snuck through the crowd and said, "Tempest, Tempest can I have an autograph?"

"Hold it," she said to the bodyguards. She took off her shades, knelled down to the height of the kid.

She pulled out a pen, "What's your name?" He replied Timmy and gave her a poster of herself. She wrote 'Much love to you, Timmy From: Tempest.' Gave him a kiss on the cheek and let him run off towards his parents.

"Let me get an autograph too Tempest!" yelled a few more people from the crowd.

"Let's go," she said to the bodyguards.

Nami gave a sigh of relief after finally entering the Vongola Headquarters. They saw the Vongola Ring of the Storm attached to a bracelet around her right upper arm and let her through.

"There's a lot more people here than I thought," she commented as she looked around.

Upon looking around, one lady caught her eye with her unique Maroon dress. Upon scanning her, she saw her large eyes and pupils contracting staring. The woman made eye contact with Nami and what was in her eyes was a deep intensity that she couldn't describe. Nami quickly broke eye contact, then looked in the direction the woman was staring in. It was center stage with Shaji Ai and the other Vongola Guardians on stage.

"Eh, looks like I'm a tad bit late," she thought to herself.

She quickly darted on the stage to stand with the other Vongola Guardians with a facial expression saying, "hehe, my bad."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Stopping you from acting like a fool."

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

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

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

SMACK!!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who am I better than?" Sora asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Nami Gokudera

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

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

Nami extended her right hand to give Flandre the CD.

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

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

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

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

She winked and said, "Of course Cain!"

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

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

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

SMACK!!!!

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Miku "Elizabeth" Risso Character Portrait: Cain  Vongola Character Portrait: Joel Lambe Character Portrait: Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo Character Portrait: Trevor Twenty-Seventh Rizzo Character Portrait: Miyamoto Keiko
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Accepting the CD with an outstretched hand, Flandre examined it in her hand. She held the edges by her fingertips, but experimented by putting her index finger through the hole in the middle like a doughnut. "Heh heh, you're a funny one Flan. Thanks for the compliment. I can't give you mine, but I'm sure there's others rings out there." Flandre looked back up at Nami to return a smile of gratitude, but frowned as soon as she saw hers. A false sort of smile she recognized all to well, the kind one put on the faces of children's dolls. This threatening frown, however, was quickly replaced with a someone sinister narrow-eyed grin. "Indeed, Nami..." she mumbled.

Flandre continued to examine the delicate CD with care, as if she were examining a jewel, but experimented with it as if it were a toy she didn't know how to use. Such a nice girl. She couldn't wait to play around with her, perhaps a little more than roughly. She'd have to really bring out the potential the toy had, even if she had to break it, if she wanted to experience her expression.

Yet for some reason, a tiny voice inside Flandre spoke up, a voice she didn't recognize. It screamed Wrong! Flandre ignored it entirely.




Ai, though did not show it at all, did not approve of Cain's behavior. What sparked it, Ai wasn't really aware, as Ai had always made the basic assumption that anything a Vongola ring bearer does will be for what they believe is beneficial toward the family or their goals, not that even the guardians, with the exception of Ai, really knew what their intentions were. She decided at some point it would be critical that she brought the guardians and the boss up to speed. In fact, she wasn't entirely aware about what they all knew about her and wondered if any of them were even aware that she was an alien.

Although, the lightning guardian, Joel, seemed to be more sensible toward the situation and attempted to stop the boss from offending a lot of people. His course of action when he felt it was out of hand, however, was questionable, yet Ai didn't think she had the right to question a human's judgement of justification. It seemed to be a rather vague concept that decided what actions may be taken against somebody depending on their own. Certainly, humans didn't have a natural sense for what is essentially a form a karma, Ai would know, having found ways to use the human body that most humans don't know of, like the ability to slow one's heartbeat, something a famous hitman known as "Moretti the Murdered" was fabled to be able to do. Either way, Ai decided that because Joel appeared more sensible that what he did was justified, at least to him, and in the future he will be easier to consult. Sensible, logical people were people that Ai was used to working with, especially because she considered herself the most sensible and logical.

Ai continued to stand as still as a statue on the stage. Only her third eye, cloaked only through illusion, was darting around all over the place. It looked toward the sun and cloud guardians, perhaps deciding by their actions or reactions if they were sensible and logical. Ai then looked toward the storm guardian. "Attention everyone!" she said, drawing the attention of the uneasy crowd "We will be continuing with Shaji Ai's presentation! Would you please give a round of applause and your attention towards the stage!" Another sensible person, noted. Ai wondered if the boss was the only insensible one. It was certainly possible, but unlike her, he couldn't be replaced so easily. Ai, taking the center of the stage, waited until the crowd settled again.

Her eyes swept across the room. Ai had been identifying whom the possible threats were, the Rizzo family, and identified five whom grouped together. Along with the man, Alastor, there had been a younger one whom was very similar, siblings or possibly the same person if time travel was considered. With him was a boy, younger than this body of hers, a young man with short blonde hair and a girl with jet black hair and a serious expression. There may have been more, maybe half, twice or three times as many, yet Ai had not identified them. She did pay some attention a young woman eyeballing her from a balcony (not that she saw her with her own two eyes) rather expectantly. Ai wasn't aware of any particular reason why she was so special to other people, at least compared to the other guardians. The fact that she was probably the youngest meant nothing to her. The young woman must have some sort of special intel, at least on her true identity.

Ai was mostly worrying about (or at least what pattern of thinking was equivalent to worrying) when the Rizzo's would make their attack, which would likely be for the rings. Ai was thinking it may have been while they were together, seeing as they were apart before, yet now she was realizing it was probably better for them to stay together as they may have been easier to pick off while they were apart. Maybe they hadn't attacked earlier to confirm their targets. By that logic, there had to be at least seven of them, and she picked out five, six if balcony woman was included. Whether they were mobilizing into some sort of pre-planned position or not, Ai couldn't tell. She could only continue as normal until it did happen. Unfortunately, she hadn't the opportunity to warn the boss and the other guardians yet, but perhaps she would when she was finished.

The room began to darken as images began to project behind her. Once Ai had the full attention on herself, she began to speak quite automatically, and unfortunately, uninterestingly. Images, diagrams and words appeared behind her in relation to her speech.

"I thank the storm guardian Namine for the transition and I thank the audience for your patience and your attention. As we have announced, we will be revealing our new field in technology of which we hope you will all heavily invest in, for the good of not just yourselves, but all of humankind."

"An old philosopher had once thought that everything in the universe, including the human body, was made up of fire, water, wind and earth. In theory, the human body had the ability to make use of all four inside themselves. While we have proven to consist mostly of water, produce our own wind and give and gain nutrients from the Earth, we've not proven the ability to utilize fire within ourselves. This philosopher, of course, has been proven wrong in this way, yet what Vongola's scientists have uncovered a way to create a flame out of sheer will, as if it were magic. Not only have we learned the properties of the flame, but we have learned how to harness its energy, an energy that has the ability to alter normal laws of conservation of energy and the ability to manipulate mass in mysterious ways."

Ai then went into a long visually-aided presentation, filled with diagrams and photos of tests and mathematical formulas about how the emotional impulses created by will or ambition created a special surge in the 'wavelength' in a person's body, similar the chi, and can be used in conjunction with a device like a ring to emit a special flame. The test photos were made up, of course, considering the Vongola had been working on this technology for decades, they just needed to give the appearance that it was a completely new concept, the concept of deathperation flames, so people wouldn't be suspicious about why they would keep such a groundbreaking technology to themselves. Of course, anybody from the mafia would be able to recognize that it was all false, but the Vongola remained extremely influential in the mafia, as it always had.

Ai explained all about the different types of flames and their properties, along with more photos, stuff that any hitman seemed to be required to know to survive in the underground. She got into the concept of how the rings worked, as they were proven to be the easiest, most effective and most convenient way to project the flames and how the "purity" of a flame changed depending on the quality of the ring and the strength of the user's resolve.

"Yet, it is possible that there are flames beyond the ones we've discovered. Because the possibilities for different possible flame types are too vast to calculate, we based the names of the seven flames we've discovered so far on the Sky. These flames also have connections with the Guardians the Vongola's pride is in, as it is their rings that have been discovered to produce the purest of each flame.

Then, Ai got into box weapons. She claimed that Vongola scientists had invented and gave credit only to one of the original inventors, Koenig. This too, was required. Ai explained exactly how the exotic energy created from deathperation flames can be used to fuel special anti-mass converters from strange to regular matter regardless of mass or density and how it can only be kept working while the flames continued to combust and how even complex chemical patterns could be replicated in strange mass, including simple workings of the brains of animals. Ai then explained all about different kinds of box weapons they've been working on, such as animal boxes, battery boxes, storage boxes and special flame-based tools and "box-tools", continually stressing upon the various possibilities for purposes, yet putting extremely little emphasis on ways they could be used to harm. Humans are extremely against a new form of science if it is developed for the sake of creating deadly new weapons, yet they often ended up creating weapons using new technologies anyhow, such as nuclear fission in the past used for both energy production and deadly toxic bombs. That was their goal.

"And now," Ai said, yet she didn't change her tone of voice to indicate the presentation would go in a different direction, "I shall now demonstrate the use of deathperation flames and box tools.

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Character Portrait: Cain  Vongola Character Portrait: Joel Lambe Character Portrait: Miyamoto Keiko Character Portrait: Nami Gokudera Character Portrait: Murasaki Eri Character Portrait: Shaji Ai
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Murasaki Eri


Nami's entrance was marked with exclamations, cheering, calls for autographs. Instant recognition. Which wasn't surprising, considering the Storm Guardian's background.

"I'm surprised no one recognized you, Ms. Cosplayer." Keiko teased her, nudging with an elbow while observing a boy managing to grab one of the CDs and Nami was signing it for him.

"That work and this work are different things. Best you don't confused them, Keiko." Eri replied before smiling briefly, a slight twinkle in her serious blue eyes, "Besides, we're surrounded by adults who probably don't appreciate the wonders of cosplay."

Suddenly, the Boss hopped off the stage and walked towards Nami, who was handing over the last copy of her CD to a girl in a wheelchair.

"Hey. Let me see that Mic again for a sec," He said, grabbing the mic without much more warning than that. "Yes. Hello again. So It's come to my attention that some people don't like how the new Guardians go about doing things. Well let me tell you this. You all can go shove it up your....."

Eri's eyes widened with surprise as well as bordering on 'we-are-screwed-if-he-says-what-he's-about-to-say' when a green static charge breezed through in front of her. A feeling she knew, because she had it too. Lightning flames.

The Lightning Guardian, Joel had flashed over to Cain, taking the microphone away.

"What are you doing?"

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

"Stopping you from acting like a fool."

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

The two argued, causing Eri to observe the crowd who had begun to look curious, anxious, restless and confused. She frowned, starting forward, hopefully to break the argument up. Too late.

SMACK!!!!

The area grew silent. No one had expected to see what they had just saw.

Eri's hands instantly shot up to cover up on of her cheeks, as if she was the one slapped, not Cain. Eyes wide with shock, the hands slowly moved to cover her gaping mouth. There was a red mark currently on Cains face. The only conclusion Eri could come to was that Joel had smacked Cain across his face.

But... from what she had seen the entire time, those two were inseparable, almost like brothers!

"Hmph. We'll talk about this later," Joel told the still shocked Cain. "We'll also have a talk," he then said to Namine before walking away.

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

"Hoo~ Dem cubs be fightin'." Eri heard Keiko talking behind her, a whistle following. Eri turned back to glare at Keiko before looking back at the fight.

"Cain, ST-" she was almost about to yell from the stage, composure forgotten when Joel responded to Cain's aggression.

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

Stopping, it seemed Cain understood the situation they were in but decided to leave the room entirely.

"Continue the party," Joel called out.

While Namine was speaking, Eri walked down the stage, hoping to catch Cain before the presentation was over.

Stopping in front of Joel, she placed her left hand on her right shoulder and dipped her head slightly. "I respect what you did but... isn't your role to guide him? Instead of deliberately forcing his role upon him? I know it's none of my business, but I'm part of the Famiglia now and the Boss isn't like you or me. I don't think he can easily conform to the changes made to his life. I'm pretty sure the Decimo wasn't like how he was initially as well. Think about it. I'll go get the Boss"

With that, she exited the same door Cain had gone through.

"Cain? Cain?" she called out, looking around. "Ai's doing her presentation."

She slowed down to a stop, looking slightly disheartened. "Hey Cain. I don't know you or Joel that well. But I overheard the conversation."

"Joel's right, we all need to grow up. Maybe he did it easily, while you're finding it difficult. I think I know what that feels like. We're about the same age."

She paused for a bit.

"I have an interest you know. An interest that some adults like Joel might find childish and not important, that it would tarnish the reputation that we should have as the new Guardians of the Vongola. But hey, there's a time and place for everything. I still enjoy doing my interest, but I don't shy away from my responsibilities. I have my portion of fun when I'm off-duty, but when duty calls, I'll have to be at my best behaviour."

"All I'm saying is, be the Vongola Boss but don't lose yourself in the process. The Vongola needs the Sky, don't they?"





Miyamoto Keiko


Keiko had caught the whiff of Namine's 'scent' a long while back before the idol made her appearance, showered with compliments, adoration and admiration.

'Huh... they recognize her... why not Ri-chan?' she thought as she watched one young child grabbing the CD from Namine's hands and after that Nami signed it.

Thinking that, she nudged Eri, jokingly stating, "I'm surprised no one recognized you, Ms. Cosplayer."

"That work and this work are different things. Best you don't confused them, Keiko." Eri replied before smiling briefly, a slight twinkle in her serious blue eyes, "Besides, we're surrounded by adults who probably don't appreciate the wonders of cosplay."

'Eh... kinda true.' she shrugged to herself.

Suddenly, the Boss hopped off the stage and walked towards Nami, who was handing over the last copy of her CD to a girl in a wheelchair.

"Hey. Let me see that Mic again for a sec," He said, grabbing the mic without much more warning than that. "Yes. Hello again. So It's come to my attention that some people don't like how the new Guardians go about doing things. Well let me tell you this. You all can go shove it up your....."

'Ass! Ass! Ass! SAY IT!' Keiko grinned to herself. Imagine the look on the crowd's faces! She was ultimately disappointed though as the Lightning Guardian, Joel had flashed over to Cain, taking the microphone away.

"What are you doing?"

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

"Stopping you from acting like a fool."

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

SMACK!!!!

The area grew silent. No one had expected to see what they had just saw.

Keiko noticed Eri's hands instantly shot up to cover up on of her cheeks, as if she was the one slapped, not Cain, before slowly moving to cover her mouth. There was a red mark currently on Cains face.

"Dayum." Keiko whispered to herself, an eyebrow raised.

"Hmph. We'll talk about this later," Joel told the still shocked Cain. "We'll also have a talk," he then said to Namine before walking away.

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

"Hoo~ Dem cubs be fightin'." Keiko whooped before making a whistle. Eri turned back to glare at Keiko before looking back at the fight.

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

Stopping, it seemed Cain understood the situation they were in but decided to leave the room entirely.

"Continue the party," Joel called out.

While Namine was speaking, Eri walked off the stage, going where Keiko assumed she was going.

"There she goes, what a dove. Peacemaking again." she sighed, following shortly after.

When Eri was done talking to the Lightning Guardian, she approached him, ignoring the disapproving stares her outfit was getting from the people around them. She softly tapped her fist against the cheek Cain had punched Joel on.

"Hah, kinda served ya right y'know." she snorted, moving over to stand beside him as Ai began her presentation. "Da cub's young, fulla' fire. I think das' a good thin'. Ya can't be a leader if ya let someone else boss ya around. He was gonna speak his mind, yea? Shoulda let him. It don't matter what da people think about us, it's what we do dat counts and I'm pretty sure we're gonna do lotsa awesome stuff dat's gonna wow them faces around us."

She grinned and nudged the Lightning Guardian's ribs with her elbow.

"Heh, I mean, that's what ya're supposed to make him no? A leader of the Vongola, someone who can surpass me, the Champion. So don't hold him back."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fred. Hey!”

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

Of course they knew.

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-yes?” He muttered dejectedly.

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

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

SMACK!!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oops.

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Donovan nodded in tacit approval.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Donovan raised an eyebrow, puzzled. “Huh?”

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

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

Time.

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

Wrong, apparently.

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

Which is why what Alastor said was so troubling.

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

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

SMACK!!!!

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

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

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

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

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

The man was like a statue.

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

Attack.


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SMACK!!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The audacity.

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

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

And then it exploded. Violently.

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

Especially that pink-haired witch.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The setting changes from Vongola Headquarters in Japan to Earth

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Characters Present

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

SNAP!

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

*DING DING DING*

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

The crowd cheers with applause.

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

"NOW! FIGHT!"

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

Nami Gokudera


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

SNAP!

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

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

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

"Cambio Form!"

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

The setting changes from Earth to Vongola Headquarters in Japan

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo Character Portrait: Nami Gokudera Character Portrait: Flandre Valiere Character Portrait: Shaji Ai Character Portrait: Hildegarde Faust
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SNAP!

Ai was merely about to open a simple Mist box weapon when she found herself attacked with a projectile of which she couldn't identify quickly enough. Ai may have been eyeballing the five threats with her hidden third eye, yet she wasn't paying attention to her attacker from the balcony as she had turned it on the man whom had threatened her earlier, Alastor, whom had made a noise with his fingers.

Ai found herself being bombarded with multiple explosions of which wreaked havoc on the wooden stage around her. It collapsed under her feet and Ai found herself falling on her back. A signal of pain had jolted through her nerves like electricity, yet Ai was indifferent about it. Her vision blurred in two of her eyes. To compare, it felt like her head was smashed by a hammer.

In an effort to protect herself, Ai created a barrier around her to protect her from any more projectiles or debris, a complete data refusal, while she examined the damage to her body. The back of one of her legs had a minor cut and she had a rather bad head wound. Luckily, her skull was only cracked and the skin was the only thing punctured, so her body's brain would be alright. Ai decided to try and stop the bleeding and decided to deal with healing her wounds later, as the safety of others was important.

Unfortunately, Ai wasn't experienced with having to protect a body. Technically, she was about fourteen human years old biologically (which was coincidentally her body's age, of which didn't change under her possession) so this would have been her first body, yet androids like herself were 'programmed' to give little care for their own care if it stopped them from preforming their tasks. The agreement, however, required that Ai protect her own body. A hindrance, yet adaptability was her kind's specialty.

Once her bleeding slowed, Ai stood up and removed her barrier and quickly examined the scene around her. Thankfully, the audience was quickly being evacuated, yet the room was heavily damaged. Her fellow guardians were beginning to engage in combat with the Rizzos. Ai quickly found her attacker, whom looked about ready to attack her again. She'd have to deal with her before helping her guardians. Ai looked strait at her, climbing out of the mess of what was once a stage, with all three of her eyes. Her illusion had dissipated and long cords were growing out of her and igniting with Mist flames.

"Why are you attacking us?" she asked plainly, not even giving her a threatening look, "Why have you come?"




SNAP!

Flandre watched the chaos unfold with a sadistic joy. The Vongola head had escaped, how unfortunate. Flandre couldn't do anything about him yet. After all, she had Nami to deal with first, before she got to him. Why had she stalled before attacking, Flandre didn't really know herself. It could have been hesitation. It could have also been the interest she took in Nami's actions and her Cambio Forma, of which she was briefed on. She spun the CD around in her index finger while watching.

Flandre was ready, certainly. Ready to experience the girl, her expression, her flame. She only needed to step out of the wheelchair and let the Starbow run free. She would have needed a property first. One of Donovan's flames would have to do. Flandre watched them bounce around room, until one came in her direction. A pitch-black flame collected in her hand, ready to catch.

However, at the last second, just as Flandre rose her hand, Nami had got in the way, deflecting the Palla. Flandre was a little surprised at first, yet smirked as she felt her black flame change shape. She'd copied Nami's flames. Flandre felt a deep intensity rise up deep inside her.

"Whew, that was pretty close. Are you alright Flan?" Flande chuckled a bit. "Of course, I feel fine, Nami." Flandre sat up in her seat. She didn't need a ring to activate the box weapons inside of her. Under her long dress, her legs transformed. "In fact, I feel pretty good Nami." Flandre stood up, towering over Nami on her wheels, not her chair of course but her own. The Storm flame's properties made Flandre feel a sort of rush well up in her. Her arms transformed as well, turning into long, cold, mechanical ones with clawed fingers. She began to laugh as a sword materialized in one of her hands. With her available hand, she grabbed at Nami's wrist where the ring was located. Her laugh was maniacal. The expression of the Tempest was one she'd not experience before, and she was loving it.

"Feel good, Nami?!"