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The other five.
Reborn had sent him to meet them. He'd said that he and Osvaldo would be following shortly.
It had been long enough that Isha was beginning to doubt Reborn's word...
With an irritable sigh, Isha pushed away from the wall, pacing towards the waiting area, intent on sitting down while he waited.
And then the voice came over the loudspeaker and announced that the passengers would now be dismounting.
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Oz glanced out of the corner of his eye, and knew then that it was only a matter of moments before Reborn pulled Leon out and began shooting the cars in front of them because they were moving too slow.
He almost reached out to calm the hitman down, but then the light turned green. Oz jerked as Reborn pressed his foot down on the petal, moving them forward with the traffic. Finally arriving at the correct terminal, Oz briefly felt as though he would be sick - Reborn's driving was horrendous, but he was never going to voice that out loud.
The ever silent hitman walked past Oz, almost seeming to ignore the red haired male as Oz fixed his braid. He followed Reborn into the airport, before he spotted his good friend Isha.
"Isha!" he called out, waving.
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"Keagan, there's a letter for you." his mother said holding out a white envelope.
Keagan was in middle of cleaning his swords, tilting his head ever so slightly at the sight of the letter. "A letter... for me?" he asked. With a confused look, he hesitantly took the letter, nodding a thanks to his mother. Perhaps it was his father... but they havent heard from on for years. With a small frown, Keagan slowly opened the letter, his eyes quickly scanning over the words.
"So, what does it say? Is it from your father?" his mother asked with a hopeful expression.
Keagan shook his head. "No... not from father." he answered, handing her the letter so she can read it herself. "Sorry.." he murmured, staring at the ground. His mother smiled, neatly putting the piece of paper into the envelope. "For what? There's no reason for you to be sorry Keagan-kun. Do you want me to help you pack?" she asked. Keagan looked up. "No, I'll be fine...."
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Maybe he shouldnt have left his mother all alone. He was so deep in thought that he hadnt realized the plane had finally landed. The person sitting besides him, tapped his shoulders. Keagan looked over, snapping back to reality. It was quiet rare for him to daze off like that. "Ah... thank you." he said politely before getting up. As soon as he feet touched the hard ground, he was slightly relief to be on land again. To tell the truth, he really wasnt a fan of riding in the plane... especially if you have a long ride.
Easily walking through the crowd, Keagan looked around to see if anyone was there. Now where exactly did he have to go?
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"But mommy..." The young child whined but her mother wouldn't hear any of it. "Now dear, listen to your mother. We don't want to be 'tainted'by the little devils now do we?" The man smiled sweetly, as sweet as freshly made honey yet... it seemed more like aged wine. She was trapped...
"Yes mother...."
"Yes mother..." A soft murmur came from the blond's lips as she stared out the window. Clouds rushed by the plane like rush hour in Manhattan. Her mind lost in her old memories. She never understood her parents.... maybe it was some genetic insanity... Yeah... Genetic... The young girl thought sourly. An hour passed before they finally announced they were landing.
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The steady stream of people was nauseating as Valentina forced herself to maneuver through the steady stream of people. "Excuse me- ack! Sorry!" The young girl squeaked. Her innocent purple orbs scanned the crowd. Now she was confused... Where the hell was she supposed to go?
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But almost immediately he had turned back to gaze at the terminal. He could see two of them, now. A little blonde girl who looked exactly like a doll, and then a taller, stronger looking man with dark navy hair.
They looked... interesting, if nothing else.
"Is that them?" He asked, nodding at them. Either Oz or Reborn would respond.
Or he would go figure it out for himself.
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Oz looked at Reborn, almost in a panic. But he quenched it, turning instead to the people that had recently arrived. "I think that's them," he answered Isha finally, after a moment of looking all of them over. He held out his hand.
"Osvaldo di Vongola," he introduced himself. "And this is Reborn. I think you all know him though."
Reborn tilted his hat over his head.
"We leave in ten minutes," he said bluntly. "Get acquainted."
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As he reached the terminal where he saw Oz, Reborn and a few other people he smiled and slowed his pace, so by the time he got there he had his breath back. He was still wearing his knucklebusters so decided to bow instead
"Hello boss... it is nice to meet you for the first time" he looked at Reborn and then bowed again, saying
"Hello, Reborn... i do not believe we ever met... the name's Lauro Haishi... at your service"
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He was abruptly forced awake and he looked around to find himself the last person on the plane. One of the nice ladies reassured him and help him off the plane. She gave him his stuff as he walked into the terminal. He brushed some of his strands of his hair behind his ear before looking around for the Vongola family. He looked around, slightly scared of the lots of people, never being in such a big crowd before. He hurriedly slipped his flute out of his duffel bag and held onto it for dear life. He had saw a blur of red and a dark figure and sensed it was the family he was looking for.
Now the only problem that stands between them is the long, continuous line of people.
"What the..." He facepalmed.
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They would do... weak and clueless as they were.
"Bossu," He murmured, turning to Oz, his black eyes cold, "Reborn. Perhaps it would be best to discuss our business further from public eye?"
After all, they were mafiosi. They did deal in crime and death.
Talks like the one they were about to have would probably scare the every-day person.
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Although it doesnt seem like it at all, Keagan wasnt as relaxed as he seemed. He did hear a lot of stories about the Vongola Decimo and his guardians, but to him.. it was just a story. Nothing more and nothing less. But now, here he was... standing around with a group of people whom he had never met before. They didnt seem like bad people, but that still didnt mean he should let his guard down. Anything could happen in these situations.
"We leave in ten minutes," Reborn said bluntly. "Get acquainted." Keagan looked at the older man, and leaned against the wall. Unlike the others who were talking amongst themselves, Keagan remained silent. His eyes scanned their surroundings, his face expression never faltering. Instead, he just waited patiently, for whoever else was supposed to come.
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He sped up behind the short haired, redhead and scowled. "Ahem. Excuse me, but I'm Miu Hiroshima and I'm one hundred percent male, thank you." And to add it off, he flicked some hair behind his ear rather girlishly.
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