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Joel Lambe

"Like lightning, I only need to one strike."

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a character in “Katekyo Hitman REBORN!: Undying Will”, as played by Damioa


"Family comes first. No exceptions."



      Joel Lambe






      Like most of the members of his family's group, he keeps himself athletic so that his speed and power don't clash or falter. He doesn't worry about how people view him so he keeps his hair untamed, mostly long enough in the front to keep away from eye contact with people. His eyes change colors depending on the power he is using, red for the most part. Though when he uses the highest mater of his flame, his eyes glow a green shade. Most of the clothes he wears are just plainly black, mostly for the reason that it's a plain color and also his favorite. If you ever see him in a suit it would be an all black on as well.

      He has black hair and blue eyes that turn green when he uses his abilities. He also has a cross tattoo on his back, though not a lot of people know about this.


      Even though he keeps a serious face, he's really not as strict and straight forward as a lot of people seem to think. He's mostly quiet and not really caring much of how people act. No, he doesn't judge people based on how they act, but he tries to get to know them for who they are. Though since he rarely shoots the gab or hang around people who aren't part of the family, mostly because he has a shy tendency about himself, he rarely gets opportunities to meet new people or get a girlfriend. Since he's about to take that leap into adulthood, he feels he has to focus more on caring for the younger individuals of his family. He's pretty hard on himself when he fails and try's to encourage others when they fail. Most of the time it's like he's his own worst enemy. One thing that is certain about him is that whenever he fights he seems to truly enjoy it, though he likes it, he also loves just relaxing and having fun. However, his version of fun might be boring for most, seeing as he's more laid back than the average person his age. Joel rarely holds any baggage either. If you get him mad, he may be angry for a while but, to this day, he has never held any grudge against anyone for too long. He's loyal to those whom he feels trust him and to those who he trust back.

      Mainly, Joel lives for the Vongola family as a whole. He strives to be a true asset to the family whether he's able to be a guardian or not.

      Calm environments
      Being with the family

      Loud and obnoxious people

      Hurting someone on accident.
      Being late for anything
      Not being good enough to stay in the Family

      Swordplay- Joel has almost a dozen swords that he uses in battle. Each has their own use.
      Strength and speed.- Learning from his predecessors and creating his own style, Joel has made himself a cannon of speed, mimicking lightning, and power, mimicking thunder.

      Joel practices a multitude of martial arts.


      Often can be seen staring off into the distance.
      Sometimes when he's brushed up against, he gives off static.


      Joels body can conduct electricity.

      Standard issue revolver.

      Not having a class A box weapon made for him yet, his c and b class boxes lack a box animal to buff his power. However, they do carry an assortment of close ranged weapons.

      Electro Magnetism- Allows him to control metal entities as if he himself were an attracting and repelling force Usually used with his swords.

      Distortion-The ability to force his swords into existence casting them around his opponent. It also creates a ring light design his body showing his energy.Image

      Flash stepping- Looks almost like teleporting, but in reality he is actually moving the speed of lightning. He can only travel short distances at a time, but if he throws one of his weapons, he is able to port in their direction.Image

      The Guard- This is the true power of his flame. Makes the green fires apparent around his body and slowly makes a living entity appear around his person.Image

      Situational awareness- Joel is usually in the know about what's going. When he isn't he acts the same as when he does, rarely letting something get the surprise of him.

      The Family- Anyone tied to the family is a good means of getting to the young man.
      Power spurts- They hurt like cramps and they're dangerous for people around him. He may even implode. His flame is always trying break free, as if it was trying to separate from him.



      Unnamed mother and father- Deceased
      Lambo- adoptive father

      When Joel was born his parents got into a car crash on the way home from the hospital, killing both of them and leaving him to be the sole survivor. Thus, he was placed in an orphanage from the time he was 1 until he was 4. That is when he was adopted by Lambo, who said he would raise him as his own son since he didn't have any kids. From the time he was 4 to the time he was 14, Lambo tried to teach him everything he knew. Though Joel wasn't as lazy as Lambo was when it came to his training, he did enjoy just relaxing and spending time with the man in their shrine. He loved him like a father and decided to call him such from then on.

      The times they shared together were almost ended on a bittersweet note, as the more Joel trained, his flame would be harder to control. Soon it would even lash against him. Of course this was a problem as injuries began to occur. A meeting was held between the elders of the family, with Lambo asking for Joel to be treated as if he were himself. However, that was deemed impossible and it was decided that because Joel couldn't control his flames he would either have to die, or have them taken away from him somehow. He wasn't old enough to know why he was told to run by Lambo, but when the Vendice came after him he knew that he was on his own. He gave them a run, traveling with lightning as if he were skating through light, but the powers of the night gave them just as much speed as him and much more power. When he came crashing out the sky, he awakened the guard aura just before hitting the ground. Not only saving his life from the fall, but also saving him from his execution. Once word was out that his aura may have been the cause of his power spurts, Joel was given another chance. In the words of Don Pachini, it's a "for now" type of thing. What did he know anyway? He wasn't even Vongola.

      Joel did learn a good lesson from the experience. No one can save anyone in the world they live in. Rules are rules and the boss is the boss. The bosses boss is also your boss. It was the type of lesson that left a bad mark on him. Since that day, Joel has swamped himself in studies of the Vongola and the flames in general. For he doesn't want to be surprised again. Should he meet another nightmare that is. Presently he lives with his father who is usually not in town due to shirking his responsibilities. If there is one good thing to look forward to, it's that after this year, he won't have to worry about school anymore. Brings a small smile to his face every time he thinks about it.


So begins...

Joel Lambe's Story

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Character Portrait: Godot Character Portrait: Chester Sterling Character Portrait: Ieharu Sawada Character Portrait: Ieyoshi Sawada Character Portrait: Rosa Kuromaku Character Portrait: Fia Leone Character Portrait: Mayu Kojima Character Portrait: Roni Hideaki Character Portrait: Jett Hideaki Character Portrait: Leon Kusumoto Character Portrait: Akira Shinsato Character Portrait: Aobane Kuroiobashi Character Portrait: Makoto Fujiki Character Portrait: Damien Gokudera Character Portrait: Lyndis Kyori Character Portrait: Lilith Dusk Character Portrait: Lala Wakahisa Character Portrait: Enon Nakada Character Portrait: Shou Arasaka Character Portrait: Asa Solomon Character Portrait: Enn Arasaka Character Portrait: Ryuu Morimoto Character Portrait: Ai Shaji Character Portrait: Luka Character Portrait: Mikhail Sergeyevich Character Portrait: Mamoru Hibari Character Portrait: Crostoph L. Stings Character Portrait: Joel Lambe Character Portrait: Izaya Ryujin Character Portrait: Akamatsu Hiroshi Character Portrait: Florence Sterling Character Portrait: Yume Hibari Character Portrait: Nami Gokudera Character Portrait: Zenith Lucci Character Portrait: Cambrey Bovino Character Portrait: Tsuneo Kure
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"Listen here, young Ieharu."

At the mentioning of his name, Ieharu's ears perked up, but he didn't turn to look at the source. He was too busy playing his video game, torso hunched to the side, shoulders scrunched in concentration, the clicks and clacks of his controller nearly as deafening as the sound of gunfire emanating from the massive flat screen before him. This wasn't the first time he had to multitask while an adult was talking.

"I probably shouldn't be telling you this–in fact I shouldn't be, but I believe honorable men like myself should show some good charity toward the families of their targets."

Ieharu's eyes narrowed slightly, but his concentration on his game didn't falter for a second. Though he was only halfway paying attention, he did recognize the voice. Male. Upbeat. Sanguine, but with a hint of danger. It was Godot, though his twin brother Ieyoshi always called the man "their new nanny".

"You might not believe me–I get it, it's a little sudden–but I am an assassin sent by an anonymous payer of mine to knock off an heir of the Vongola family."

From where he stood in the room, Godot took a few steps closer. Ieharu didn't notice, nor did he respond. On the TV, a rival's body exploded in a plume of blood and body parts. Presumably the boy's doing, because he snickered softly.

"Namely, that would be you, Ieharu Sawada." Outside, thunder boomed, ravaging the skies. It was several moments before Ieharu reacted, but then it was as if he'd been physically slapped. The clicking and clacking from the controller ceased immediately as he slowly turned his head, looking over his shoulder at the man who had just threatened his life in no uncertain terms. He was standing pretty close, too. Eyes wide, Ieharu moved his lips as if to form words, but nothing came out.

"Indeed," Godot continued, shrugging as if it were none of his business, his attitude cavalier. "Your Daddy-o's quite an important guy, and there are certain people who are quite concerned as to who takes his nice leather-padded throne."

Ieharu dropped the controller. The sound of an explosion erupted from the TV soon after, the flat screen flashing wildly before going black. There were only two words on the screen now: Game Over.

It was then that Ieharu found his voice, high pitched and wracked with incredulity. "Wait... what?!"

"I don't think you'd be all too interested in the details, seeing as you're going to die anyway." Godot took another step closer. He was within arm's reach of the boy now. "But just think of this as my diagnosis for you."

While gaming, Ieharu had been seated on the edge of a particularly comfortable reclining chair. Having closed the distance between them, Godot leaned on the chair's back, causing it to shift and Ieharu to slide backwards. Slowly. They were practically face to face now.

"I've decided that it's going to happen tomorrow." He said, matter-of-factly. "I can't delay it any further, please understand that I really wish I could."

Ieharu simply stared in horror, the weight of Godot's words imprinting themselves onto his psyche. Could it be true? Is he serious? He sounded pretty serious. Looked dead serious, in fact. But his father would never put an assassin so close, right? ... but what if he didn't, or he made a mistake? What if it was all part of the plan? What if he was going to die?!

"I've grown to like you, young Ieharu, so this is about all I can do for you."


"You've got one day to live, or at least until the next time I see you. I'm giving you the opportunity to clear up whatever remaining regrets you might have. It really hurts my conscience to think about good men dying with regrets..."

As Godot spoke, Ieharu brought his hands to the sides of his face, a sound like that of a dying animal escaping his lips. One day?! It wasn't fair! He had a math test tomorrow that he'd already studied for. He had so many people to meet... so many friends to make... all of it for nothing. His hands traversed his head, moving from the sides of his face to his forehead. Tears came to his eyes at his next thought.

I'm still a virgin!

"Regardless, that doesn't stop me from doing what I'm paid to, I just like to get an extra minute of sleep later on. So, I suggest spending the night to give it some thought, just make sure you sleep good, alright?" Ieharu didn't respond, his hands still plastered to his forehead. "... Oh, and make sure you don't tell anybody like your brother or something. You don't want to get your family involved, else I'll be forced to... Well, I'm sure your a smart kid–in fact, I know you are." Again, Ieharu didn't even respond. Didn't move. Didn't dare to. Never in his life was he so intimidated by the presence of another.

After a momentary silence, Godot turned, releasing the chair and nearly causing Ieharu to fly off it as it snapped forward. "Guess I'll be seeing you tomorrow." Almost as an afterthought, he added: "Oh, and good luck on the quadratics test."


"Yoh, I'm not kidding. I'm serious." Ieharu threw his hands up, a gesture meant to implore. "Didn't you hear me?! He's going to murder us all!"

The boy was sitting atop his bed, covers wrapped around himself like a burrito. Only his face and hands were exposed. He looked like an Eskimo, wrapped in his layers. Standing across from him was literally his mirror image save for their hair color. It was his twin brother, the self-proclaimed "older brother" Ieyoshi, casually slipping on a T-shirt while laughing his head off. When it came to someone as eternally relaxed and laid back as Ieyoshi, "laughing your head off" meant a few soft, curt chuckles. If you weren't actively listening for it, you might even miss it.

"Pfft. Murder you, maybe." Ieyoshi's voice was gruff, his tone sober, his face stoic. It was as if someone had turned his "energy" dial way down and then broke it off. "He did say only one of us would be offed, right?" He turned from sizing himself up in the mirror to look at his brother, who hadn't yet responded. "Right, Haku?"

Ieharu sighed, his big brunette bushel of hair poking out from under the covers. "Right," he mumbled, dejected. He cast his eyes downward before speaking again, this time in a hushed whisper. "You'd save me, right?"

The response was immediate.


Almost instantly, Ieharu brought both hands to his left cheek, where Ieyoshi has unceremoniously slapped him, a look of surprise and anger fresh upon his face. "Yoh! What the fuck?!"

Ieyoshi took a stance, leaning to the side, hand gripping lightly the base of his skull, a somewhat exasperated expression overcoming his otherwise neutral countenance. Ieharu recognized it as his brother's lecturing pose. He'd seen it a million times before. "Look," his brother began, pointing at Ieharu's face. "He's obviously not going to kill you. Think about it." Ieyoshi brought his hands together, marking off his points by counting his fingers. "A, that no-good Tsuna might be stupid, but do you think he's stupid enough to bring a killer into the house? To sleep in our beds? Eat our food?"

"Hey!" Ieharu interrupted, his voice shrill. "Dad's not no-good!" He said, referring to their father, Tsunayoshi.

Ieyoshi shrugged, continuing, his voice as low and monotonous as a boring college professor's. "Whatever. B, the guy's been here for, like, two weeks already. If he wanted to kill you, why not get it over with quickly? Why play buddy buddy with us for nearly a month? C, we don't have time for this. Get up. We have that math test, remember?"

Though he nodded at a couple of his brother's well-articulated points, when Ieyoshi told him to get up, he responded by pulling the covers over his head and rolling back into bed. "I think I'm gonna be sick..." He mumbled, peeking out from under the sheets after a moment.

Ieyoshi sighed, grabbing his backpack by the strap and swinging it onto his shoulder in one smooth fluid motion. He then sauntered out of the room as if the universe owed him a favor. Sauntering seemed to be his natural form of locomotion. From his mannerisms and personality to the way he picked up his bag and walked out of a room, in Ieharu's eyes, his brother was the pinnacle of cool.

After hearing the customary slam of the downstairs door, there were several moments of blissful uninterrupted peace, with Ieharu nearly falling back asleep. Before he could drift fully into unconsciousness, however, he heard someone at the window. He could tell without looking that it was Ieyoshi. Reluctantly, Ieharu rolled out of bed, the frigid air biting into his exposed skin. Slowly but surely he made his way to the window. After a moment, he opened it.

"Ieharu." Ieyoshi was standing on the grass outside of their home, looking up at their shared bedroom window. Their bedroom was on the second floor.

"What? I said I'm not going."

"Yeah, I know. I just remembered something."

Ieharu raised an eyebrow. Ieyoshi had that look on his face again. The one he always got several dozen turns before he won at Monopoly.

Ieyoshi's lips morphed into a slight grin. In response, Ieharu gulped involuntarily. That grin was never a good sign.

"I know something you think I don't know. And it'll make you come to class, too."

Ieharu ducked down so that only his eyes shown over the windowsill, as if his brother were going to start hurling rocks. "Wh... what are you talking about?!"

There was a moment of silence before Ieyoshi responded, but when he did, his brother's eyes grew wide with fright. "I know who Ieharu likes."

Ieharu shot up, his upper body practically leaning out the window at this point. "W-What are you talking about?! I don't l-like anyone!"
"Yes you do."
"No I don't!"
"Then you should have nothing to worry about when I confess to them on your behalf... unless you can catch me, of course."

And with that, Ieyoshi turned and began walking away with that slow measured pace of his.

"Wait! Yoh! Don't! Stop!" Ieharu pleaded, but if his brother heard his protests, he didn't act like it. His fears of being assassinated evaporated instantaneously, replaced instead by the terror of complete social doom at the hands of his brother. Ieharu brought his hands to his face. Unlike his brother, he didn't think of himself as very cool, or smart, or anything. He didn't have many friends. No one respected him, but at least they left him alone. If Ieyoshi was serious about telling, and he's always serious...

Well, he'd never be able to show his face at that school again.

Like a hurricane, Ieharu threw on whatever clothes were lying around. He and his brother shared a room, and they were the same in size and height, so they shared apparel too. In roughly eight minutes time, Ieharu had gone from half naked to mostly ready for school. Brushing his teeth would have only slowed him down anyway. As he rushed towards the door, open book bag swinging off his shoulder, it began to dawn on him that, even if he were to run his very hardest, his brother had an insurmountable lead. Immediately, he began to regret not stopping his brother while he had the chance. Still, maybe there was hopβ€”

Upon bursting through his front door, Ieharu tripped over his own feet and face-planted on the stairs outside. Slowly but surely, he raised himself up off the ground, propping himself up with one arm and holding his injured face with the other. He was trying his very hardest to resist the urge to cry, but it was yet another fight he just wasn't winning. That same bitter thought that always hobbled him reared its ugly head once more: the loser Ieharu has failed.

Little did he know, a shadow slowly crept up behind his unprotected back.

"Buongiorno, young Ieharu," his terrifying home tutor greeted him as casually as ever, his hands buried in the pockets of his jacket, "I didn't think you'd be so eager to go to school today, especially on such a terrible day like this." Godot looked up toward the sky, of which was blanketed in thick clouds. The air was moist from the remains of the previous night's downpour, and water glistened on the soaked grass and wet concrete. For his part, Ieharu yelped audibly at the sound of his name being called. Godot's pleasant demeanor would have eased the boy, had their last conversation not ended so terribly. Instead, his stomach did a backflip and his chest turned to ice. Gradually, he turned his head, once again looking over his shoulder. The feeling of deja vu was practically nauseating. The man always seemed to approach from his blind spot.

"M-mi-uh-G-g-g-godot... h-hi..." He managed to stutter his tutor's name, eyes wide with fear as he suddenly remembered: he was going to die today.

"Oh, by the way, about our little agreement last night... I got word from my client that there's been a change of plans." Again, there was that peaceful smile, as if all was right in the world. "It's sort of exciting, I suppose."

Iehari inhaled sharply. Deep in the recesses of his gut sparked the faintest glimmer of hope. "A change?" The pitch of his voice inflected as he spoke, making his question come out as more of a plea.

Godot nodded. "Yes," he replied, "a pretty big change. You see, I'm not going to kill you later." At that very statement, in one swift motion, Godot brought his hand out of his pocket, a black pistol in hand. All so suddenly, Ieharu found himself staring down the barrel of Godot's Beretta. That flicker of hope in his gut disappeared just as swiftly. Too scared to move, too scared to even think, Ieharu did what came natural.

He screwed his eyes shut.

There was a delay, however. Godot hesitated, although he smirked when he did so. "Seeing as you've accepted your fate already," he said, "I guess that must mean you don't have any more regrets. There's no special person in your life? No unfinished business with somebody close, not even your family? Nothing, eh?"

After several moments of silence devoid of a bullet to the face, Ieharu gathered that the question hadn't been rhetorical. Still, he didn't dare open his eyes. Maybe this way, he still had the chance to wake up from this nightmare.

From under his breath, the boy mumbled something.

"Speak up, boy," Godot demanded, "You're only getting one chance to say it, so spit it out!"

Somewhat startled at the command, Ieharu repeated himself, this time with a bit more volume. His kept his eyes closed. "W-why do you care about what I regret, M-mr. Godot?" Ieharu could almost swear he heard Godot chuckle.

"You'll understand if you die." With that cryptic statement, Godot rotated his wrist sideways and squeezed the pistol's trigger.

And that was it. A loud pop!. A flash of pain. Pressure around his forehead. And then nothing. Ieharu Sawada, son of Tsunayoshi Sawada and Kyoko Sawada, brother to Ieyoshi, friend to few, and most of all, still a virgin, died at that moment.

However, while dying, Ieharu regretted. He regretted parting with the world. He regretted what a waste his life had been. He regretted spending the time studying for a math test he'd never take. But there was one thing he regretted more than anything else. One thing that, even as the bullet pierced his skull and robbed him of life, he wished he had accomplished with all his heart.

I should have stopped Ieharu from confessing for me... from saying something stupid... I could have stopped him...

His body was cold before it even hit the ground.

... with a dying will.

On the other side of the street, several passersby screamed in horror. One was even so bold as to yell, finger pointing in violent accusation: "That thug just shot that kid!"

Ieharu's body slumped on the ground, blood pooling under his head. One second, he was certainly dead. But then in the next...


Ieharu literally exploded, most of his clothes burning away to ashes, his then-dead body springing to life like round two in any good video game's boss battle. Though he was still scrawny and mostly naked, he sported a look that'd never crossed his face before. His eyes were wide and full of determination, his pupils dilated, his irises practically glowing. He was grinding his teeth in seething rage. Most noticeable was the massive orange flame located smack dab in the middle of his forehead, the blaze shifting and pulsing to some unknown rhythm.

His sudden re-emergence from death and accompanying roar of rebirth startled everyone in the area, excluding Godot. One of themβ€”an old womanβ€”fainted where she stood.


And with that, Ieharu sped off, his feet carrying him as fast as an Olympic athlete as he raced with all his might towards Ieyoshi and Namimori High.

Godot watched as the half-naked boy sped off like hell on wheels, and so did the rest of the neighborhood. People looked at Godot, flabbergasted at what they had just witnessed. Godot smiled at them affably.

"Things are going to be a lot more interesting around here from now on."

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Any other morning, he'd be in bed. Sadly, he had to work the previous night. So, after filling the tub with hot water, a soak was appropriate for when Joel got home. His body was hurting and he was sure the sore feeling would last until the end of the week. "Easy job. In and out. So much for that." He didn't even understand what the point of compromising with private military companies was. Then again, the last few meet and greets he attended seemed pointless. He wouldn't even call it pointless, but repetitive. Between being sent on jobs where he's told never to be the aggressor, his father was gone again. He didn't know how long it would be until he came back this time, but the guardians would find him eventually. He was kind of embarrassed that the man caused more trouble than he was worth, but couldn't deny he felt a type of love for the man.

Other than the morning bath that lasted a few hours before sunrise, the only task Joel had left was putting sports wrap around his ribs and leg and school. School wasn't really anything much to think about with either a sense worry or excitement. It was a place where he would spend four to eight hours depending on the day looking at a person talk while trying to write down what they say to the best of prowess. In other words, it was like a pointless game. Most people would call school a waste of time if they were in his shoes. Joel knows he doesn't have to be there. Why would he? He's part of the mafia. He can come across a couple thousand in about an hour if he sniffs hard enough. However, it wasn't as if Joel couldn't find a single reason to go to school. If the young man were to decide to stay home or go out and work for the family, sure he could contribute, but it wasn't as if they were doing much of anything anyway. At least at the school Joel could see the people whom he thought to be his more direct "family". With the younger generation, he was sure to make more of a difference for the family. It was a reason, but it didn't make school any less pointless for him.

He was mafia. He had no need for the pieces of paper that mold him for a normal life making crap money. Especially since anything that was below a half mil a year was crap money to him. Even if he wanted that type of life, the hours weren't worth it and the activities didn't suit his leisure. School was all the sitting writing and putting up with others he could handle. It was kind of annoying, but at the same time he could understand. How people could selfishly ask him "You want to be friends?" "You wanna go out sometime?" Meanwhile all he cares about is if they are part of the family or any family at all. It wasn't that he was the type to look down on people, it's just that he didn't want to hurt anyone. Kami forbid he bring someone down with him. He needed only strong people by his side. Either his family or someone with a family, but no one who isn't already part of this life.

It was a life indeed too. He smiled while thinking about it as he walked up the stares, arriving to school pretty early. He wore his shirt unbuttoned and never wore his tie so naturally like any other day his teacher talked to him about it. It was pointless trying to talk to him though as he glanced out the window and just nodded along, making the teacher sigh and curse the fact that Joel was actually a good student. Joel on the other hand was staring passionately at the window looking down at the group of kids gathered downstairs in the courtyard all fumbling and yelling. Surprise, surprise was all he think as he saw the two boys in the center.
"Looks like I'm going to have to quit my extra curricular activities and pick up a new one," he said, a smirk sliding across his face.

The fight didn't grab his attention, since the boys and crowd moved around too much, and he decided to walk the rest of the way to class.

While in class it seemed like the world would completely change. He didn't mind it. It just felt weird. Weird in the sense that he didn't feel like he was living in reality. These kids. They weren't even really kids anymore, thought they still walked like they had never been shot at, or cut, or blasted into mid air. They look like they hadn't even witnessed it. Times like these really had Joel wondering if the life he lived was the real one. Though he decided not to try to think to deep on the subject seeing as he'd have to take into account that there are gangs that don't have flames and families that aren't gangs. For now, he would just enjoy the peace. For this was peaceful.


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Time wasn't of any essence. In fact, time wasn't even a thing in existence. In school time is usually the most precious thing to a student. More time meant less time and vice versa. In some cases that was a good thing, like for those students who liked talking more than listening and for others, mainly the students who liked school, less time meant less learning. Here and there you would find that the opposite can apply to both types of students. For there are students who dream for that extra minute in class so that they can finish their homework and enjoy the time they have a home or work. With the students who like school, more time sometimes hurt. For the truly smart students learned better without their teachers input on what was already in a text book for them to read.

However, to Joel, there was no concept of time in school. There were long days and there were short days. Some days even passed like minutes. Today was one of those days. Probably would have been faster if he didn't have to change rooms for classes. He remembered eating lunch and changing into his next room, but as soon as he took his seat the bell had already rung. He never did understand when people rushed out of their seats, gasping like they had just been brought back to life all while saying, "Man that was a long day. Sure do hate Mondays."

Is that what people used to start conversations these days. How was he supposed to respond? Well, if he was asked that personally, he'd probably tell the other person to count there blessings. There were worst places to be than school. Though, he realized he may have been saying that just because he was going to graduate soon. What then? Title or no title, the job stays the same. Do what you're told or get handled. He wasn't one to fear consequence, though he made sure to remind himself that there was one. Call it fuel to his already sparked fire. Though even if the fuel wasn't there, all he knows is the Vongola. So what would he do without them. He wondered if he'd make a good chef.

While packing his things a few groups of students left out and he even gave his farewell's to a few. His phone buzzed once he turned it on and read all of missed messages sighing at the last one. He was one of the last students to leave due to his attempt to beat the Monday door rush. Once again, he found himself shaking his head at the fact that some seniors would act such a way. He was thinking about switching his last class, business law, with another class. It was an easy class that had the same formula for studying as history. All he had to do was know definitions and write essays of how he would solve problems such as fraud and extortion within his own company. It was boring though. There wasn't much to do but to stare at the teacher and practice his lip reading technique. He planned on being expert level by the end of the semester.

As he walked the hallways he found himself wondering if there was a class for lip reading anywhere and if there was if he could get a pass to do that. It was a random thought to pass the time and block out the mindless chatter of the other students. When he stepped on the last step leading to the 2nd floor from the third, he caught a glimpse of sleek black hair that made his stomach curl. Today wasn't a good day for foolishness. He went back up the stairs and decided to leave from another exit. He stopped himself finding himself looking out the window and seeing Yoh and Damien. Sometimes he found himself wondering if he was younger, would he be able to hang out with them too. Being older now, he really didn't feel like being around a group of playful's, but they sure did look like they were having fun. He was happy for them. One more peaceful day to check off the books.
A few more minutes went by and he stopped staring out the window. He liked just look at the scenery, especially if there was movement to the picture he could see with his eyes. He turned around and leaned against the window to stretch before walking the rest of the way down the stairs. Joel knew that the younger members of the family weren't up to much today. Even though he could have sworn that something was going to happen, nothing came out of it. At least not yet. So, in hindsight of the time he had left, he decided to check on another member of the family. Why? You could say he had a lot of reasons. Though the most important one would be the fact that it'd make the already non-existent time faster. What would you call that? He thought if there was a word for it then he should know, but it didn't matter. It wasn't like he was going to go anywhere with the knowledge.

Every other door was old and faulty. It made him wonder how the school could fix one door, but leave one broken only to fix the next. Maybe it was a theme. Joel disliked themes that weren't good. He also disliked having to look for people. It wasn't exactly like finding Waldo, but more like finding a honey badger in his natural habitat in different locations. Luckily for him, this honey badger had a sleeping call.

One of the last doors to be checked and what do you know, it was one of the good ones. Must be pretty nice in there to spend an entire day. Coming to find out it also had a lock on it, he kicked the edge of the woodwork, busting the knob off completely. Joel open the door only to see an all to familiar face. He looked around the room and the first thing he noticed was the song of his old school around three years ago. If he hadn't known the man, he'd think he was stuck in the past. It wasn't a bad song however, which he had to admit. Still, as he asked himself more of what he was going to do as an adult, it made him worry for Mamoru. Joel turned on the lights and opened the blinds hoping that if the man wasn't up, he'd wake up now. Of course he knew he'd have to stance up once he did wake up, because he never woke him up nicely and each time..... There was a ruckus to say the least.


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In his own world, Mamoru had the irreversible silence and a freedom unhindered. There was nothing binding him and no one that would dare to do so. This was paradise for him and it is the reason why anyone who would dissolve that would face quite the hellish irritation. The melody of the Namimori Middle continued to echo, though there was a sound which does not belong. Another few seconds there was a presence that he does not welcome. His eyes fluttered open in a manner that quickly settled into a glare. He does not take kindly to anyone and more so, to people who intrude to his dominion. Those silver eyes resembling that of a steel sword landed on one entity whether there is familiarity or not, it was not seen, because it was blanketed by sheer annoyance.

"Get out." His voice held no room for any negotiations, even though he was still laying on the couch and the light shining on him, creating a visage of some kind savagely beautiful creature of darkness.

Joel looked out the window and then down to his supposed class mate. He rolled his eyes to himself not wanting to have to try too hard to wake him up. However, Joel had a lot of practice waking people whom most would consider lazy. Something he could thank his father for. Crouching down, he poked Mamuro's face a few times. "Hey. You can skip classes all you want, but if you forget the homework and don't talk to your professors then you'll have to get a job instead of coming to school." He thought about it for a minute. "Actually, what are you going to do after you graduate? They don't pay people to sleep."

Waking him up is one thing, but touching his face as if they were something as revolting as friends, is another matter even more so when his personal space invaded. "Tsk." Mamoru grabbed that finger and placed enough pressure to break it before shoving this irritating guy away from him with that grabbed finger. He then stood from his position and grabbed his player in which has already stopped playing. There was instantly a notable distance between them as he was now by the door, it was quite easy with his long legs while he has a perpetual scowl on his face. "I don't answer to you."

Joel winced at his finger being grabbed. Had he not broken his fingers more times than one could count he may have had a broken finger, but luckily for him, the bones in his hands were now strong. "No need to try to hurt people. I just came to see if you ate lunch. Not trying to get you to answer to me." Joel sighed and stood up straight. He rolled his neck around to crack it while using his thumb to crack the finger Mamoru had grabbed. "Really though. You miss a lot when you sleep the day away. Meeting people you rarely talk to even though you should, learning some social skills..... Did you even eat today?"

All of the words being thrown was like the sound of buzzing flies to him. The natural reaction for Mamoru was to swat it away, in a mental manner of course. He was not even listening and thus, there would be no consideration on that part. Surprisingly though, his body did react to one key word, hungry. He could feel his stomach growling in response. That is right, he only had that bread as breakfast and judging by the sky outside the windows. The school has ended which meant, he slept through. That's good. "Hn," That is all he said as he exited the room with an intent to get something to eat it. Ignoring the fact, that there was another person inside with him earlier.

He wasn't happy with the results. Joel considered a lot of things, but one thing was certain. He wasn't about to be disrespected. It was a waste and had it been any other person besides from someone who Joel would consider an equal he would have just threw the homework in front of him and left. However, Joel cared for people's well-beings. Also, he didn't like being disrespected. On impulse he reached in his pocket below the phone to the b-class ring he would wear whenever he was in tight situations. Also, it gave him a good enough boost and control that he could get around without moving his legs. He paused though, thinking that wouldn't do much but make a situation bad. He had to approach this with care. Even now. It was quite tiresome. He pulled out his phone only to suck his teeth at the time. He'd only have a few more moments of freedom before he had to work and he was going to make the most of it. He picked up his bag and pulled out a few pieces of paper, neatly rolling it until he could wack his hand without bending it.

Joel followed Mamoru seconds after he left the room nearly skipping to catch up to him. At least that's what it would look like, but his straight face didn't follow his movements very well and when his hand when up in the air, it was obvious that the skips were just to build momentum so he could make more of a *SMACK* against Mamoru's head. He stepped back a few paces, ready for what may, but unfolded the papers to reveal a bunch of words, parted by lines and numbered from top to bottom. In other words it was homework. "A shame. You could have gotten free food, but now all you get is homework." Joel's voice was low and didn't give any waves of emotion. Still, he smirked and rolled the paper back up. "If you don't want it, then I'll make it disappear by using the force of smacking you with it to dissolve the paper. It should work. Though, that seems like a real pain. I say...." Joel pointed the paper at Mamoru in a nature which looked like he was offering it to him, while at the same time holding like a sword pointed to its target. "stay calm and take the work."

That reminded him of an irritant. Mamoru was not hurt if that was supposedly the purpose of that useless blow. The words that were being said held really no meaning to him. No words held any relevance to him, that is a point. But, there was no denying that action had well enough incurred his annoyance. He turned around to face the one who dared so and much like how a cobra would strike, his hand reached out and held the other male's neck in vice grip. Did this guy perhaps think just because they had seen each other around either in school or back at Vongola, he could as he pleased. That is absolutely wrong. Heck, He could not even remember that name of this guy. He never cared. "Piss off."

Just like so, he lifted the man with ease and threw him through the window beside it, not minding the damage on the property or on the person, itself. Fortunately, they were on the first floor, but still, that was in no part out of consideration, because even if they were on top of the building, he would do it. His silver eyes reflecting his clear cut irritation, much like a gleaming sword coated in dark moonlight. It did not take long for some of the students who were still present to take interest at what was happening due to the noise, but they quickly backed away seeing the presence of the one person no one wants to cross paths with.

Joel felt a hand wrapped around his jugular and in an instance he felt the wind in his hair as he flew. Looking towards the glass window, he fixed his posture, using his trained abdominal strength, resulting in his feet being first through the window. With a crash and echoes of shattered glass, he twirled out like a spear. Using his hands to hold the speed, he slid on the pathway leaving skid marks from his shoes. Standing up and ignoring the gazes of the civilians around him, Joel once again looked at his phone. There wasn't much time left. "You take things for granted as well then? You just don't care?" Joel held out the paper. "Well too bad. It's just homework. You got to senior year. Wouldn't it be a waste to have to repeat and feel these children gawking at everything you do? Take the papers and I'll leave you alone. Sounds like a deal."

Ever since that moment, Mamoru had never listened to anyone nor did he ever concerned himself with the consequences of his actions. He was simply the kind that takes it and does with it however he pleased. That was not going to change any time soon, apparently. At the same time, he never liked people telling him what to do and he never did so, as he preferred doing it in the way he wants it. His presence alone made the so-called crowd give a very very remarkable distance. They didn't want to be caught in the crossfire or worse be involved in the infamous Hibari of Namimori. "Shut up." The notion about repeating a year and whatever, that did not held any ground on him. He will do what he wants and that is simply it. He would remove anything that he hates and that is it.

He walked over to Mamoru's location while smacking the wrinkles off of the papers. His eyes closed most of the way. He wasn't afraid to show his need not to look anyone in the eyes at the moment. Though, when he did open them, his friendly face was somewhat turned into a pestered one. No. It wasn't an indication of impatience, even though it may have seemed that way to some. He just didn't feel like playing around if it wasn't going to work. He also didn't have that much time left. He looked his Vongola brethren in the eyes. "You leave me no choice then. I'll have to burn it. Then you'll have to hear your teacher's mouth instead of mine. Sounds like a hassle to me. If that's not good enough for you, you could hear your parents and others as they find another reason to talk to you. Unless you like all the attention." Joel was sure otherwise, but it wouldn't hurt to bring up the repercussions for ignoring him.

Who does this person think he is, really? Mamoru could not care less about school work or the likes. All of those words were not even being filtered through his ears. He was simply annoyed that this person dare talk to him and act as if he had a hold on him which was not going to be the case ever. He will not succumb to anyone or would he be connected to anyone whether by blood or whatever bonds they think existed in this world. He was really getting irritated as those eyes of his deepen, turning into a darker shade. "I don't care."

"Well whatever. I was going to give you the gyoza I had left over from lunch, but I guess since you're ignoring everything then it's whatever. I gotta go to the cafe. Offers still on the table until I can find a lighter." With that the young man's smirk returned and he walked away with his bang hung over his back. It was a problem he had. One which he found himself in. He couldn't make that many long lasting friends or family members because of his job as a mafioso and he believed that was the reason Mamoru hated him. Or did he just dislike him? Joel didn't know. It was something he could work on which would kill time. Kill time until when? He would have to think about too.

"Tch." The mention of gyoza reminded him of his hunger which had been forgotten in favor of his irritation. Without a moment too soon, he grabbed the so-called homework and then with another hand, grabbed the man's face and then pushing it to a nearby wall, holding it against there. His eyes deadly cold and clearly not showing any respite. "Never assume anything about me. I don't know you." He released the face as he then proceeded in tearing the bundled homework in one go, showcasing his raw strength. It was also a clear rejection of any aid or any attachment to his what as labeled as school work. s for the gyoza, really, he was tempted, but his irritation was far greater. It was indeed a mystery on how he reached his senior year and why he even bothered going to school in the first place. After that, he went on his way as the crowd parted before him like the sea to Noah. They would not want to get caught up with any of it.

He soon disappeared from sight, well he was known to be someone hard to find in the first place.

*Collaborative post with Damioa for Joel! (Thank you very much!)

The setting changes from japan to Namimori CafΓ©

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Leaving the school grounds, Joel watched as more groups of people walked and chatted, headed in the same direction as him, towards the cafe. It seemed that the place was one of the many attractions for kids to go after school. He was sure there was both a mall and an arcade that people could go to, yet the students seemed to favorite the cafe. Beginning to wish he'd been asked to meet at the mall he rubbed his neck. "That guy. If it was just the wall I wouldn't be sore right now, but that vice grip of his." Joel sighed and brought his left hand from his neck to his pockets as he approached the cafe doors. His hand left his pocket with a hold on his phone and he flipped through the messages just in case he had gotten the meeting location wrong. Unluckily for him, that wasn't the case and he sighed once more and walked into the building.

Though people were talking around him outside, nothing compared to the volume of the inside. The place was packed so heavy that he wasn't sure if he'd be able to get a seat.

"Hey there!!!"

Joel looked over towards the waiting spot and there was a young man shooting him a glance and gleefully smiling. Judging by his attire he had to be one of the waiters there, but that still didn't ease Joel's nerves. He wasn't the type to go to nice crowded restaurants. In all honesty, there was nothing that could beat a home cooked meal and it was even better when he was able to cook two. Sure, those times were limited, but it was better than eating around strangers. Hearing about how good and easy their lives are. Confirming, that unless a crazed man kills them, they don't have to worry about dying every time they walk outside. It wasn't something he was jealous against. It made him feel complacent. This was one of the reasons why he either works or goes home after school. Unless it's with family, it's not needed. If it was in any other situation, he'd think he would be complacent around the family too. However, his past and his current situation will never fail to loom over his head. Most would think of it as a good thing, but Joel had forgiven a lot of it. However, he would never forget, for it made him stronger. Each event in his life good or bad was another piece of the his life's puzzle. That's why he couldn't necessarily hate the sheep in the world. They didn't have to worry about death at every corner, but they will also not see their death coming. He'd constantly wondered, if any of them stopped baa-ing long enough to think what they would do if the person next to them took out a gun and pulled the trigger. Would they still laugh? Would they smile? Would that confident look be on their faces? He already knew the answer.

"Excuse me.... sir."

Joel looked the waiter again. Realizing he must of blacked out in thought he brushed it off and walked towards the young man. "Yeah. Table for two. I'm waiting for someone to get here," he said slowly and calmly. He didn't like to raise his voice, but sometimes, every once in a while you meet a person who can't understand good Japanese.

"Sorry sir. We're quite full as it is and we can't really seat two people at this time. Maybe one, or a group booth."

"Really?" Joel reached in his pocket and grabbed his wallet. He put enough money to pay for his electric and gas bill combined and asked, "You have any VIP area's? Tables you don't use for any type of reason?" He proceeded to pull the exact same amount, this time slowly and neatly grouping the papers together so that the waiter could see how much he had. "It's my first time here and I was planning on tipping my waiter with the greatest of all interest for my meal." Once again, with the same amount of money he pulled and folded.

"We....well. I'm sure that if anyone can find a table in all this mess, it's me. Please, allow me to be your waiter. Just hold still for one second and I will be right back to accommodate you."

Joel nodded. The smile on the waiter grew, but Joel wasn't bothered by it this time because it wasn't fake anymore. He was smiling for a reason now and that reason was obvious. Once he was shown to his table, which seemed like it was located in a whole in the wall that was sectioned off from the rest of the place, he ordered some coffee and proceeded to wait. Waiting was never a problem for him. It was necessary actually and welcomed. It gave him time to calm his thoughts and think. He sat there wondering what was he thinking about before he was interrupted. "Oh yeah," he said lightly on an exhale.

It was a memory of a few years ago. Not really something he really cared to remember, but the Vongola have ties with both crime organizations and government. He use to wonder what the heck the family actually did that was mob like, but when he started working, he saw that there wasn't any difference between the two. It made the Vongola the perfect middle man. Though, the reason they had to leave Japan to go to America while anyone else could have done so was behind him. He hated going to different countries for work. Usually when you don't mess with family and friends and rely on a third party, something goes wrong. Many asked him why it was America that he despised going most of all and his only reason was the fact that when you go to make any type of business deals in America, you don't only have to prepare for what the Americans will do. For whatever reason, dealing with Americans meant dealing with the Chinese, the Russians, the Italians, and any other group of people you could possibly fit in there. Each with their own way of doing business and their own version of respect.
He remembered he was forced on the ground once. He wasn't one to fall from a punch, but a sucker punch with brass knuckles would do that to anyone he thought. The man even bothered pulling his gun out afterwards. He thought he was the bigger man because he had the gun. Joel knew otherwise.

"Aye cuz. I ain't no fag you feel me. If you keep staring at me I'ma buss two in your eyes and empty the rest in your chest."

The only reason the man was able to get the better of him was because he was surprised. Were Americans so ballsy as to pass his father to get to him just because he was looking around? It didn't make sense. He'd seen others get rowdy before even in Japan, but when the big boys are all together talking about money it would happen. Maybe it wasn't even because he was American. Maybe it was just because he was an outsider. It didn't matter. Joel stood up and brushed himself. The man pulled the trigger and unluckily for him Joel wasn't going to let surprise happen to him again. With the sound of the blast echoing, it wasn't long until more followed and the blood to flow. Luckily none of the important people, as the American rep said, got injured. It was important, because money could still flow. People died and someone got what came to them. He remembered the man's face before he emptied his own gun into his belly, afterwards and during. Eventually pity would set, but what was done was already done. If you're a sheep all along, then you shouldn't bark like a wolf.

As time would go on and he met more people and got into more gun fights, he realized something. It was becoming more and more easier to see the sheep who hid in the wolves clothing. Whether it be the man who looks for the weakest person in the room to puff his chest at or a downright dirty snitch. To Joel, these inbreeds of both wolf and sheep were the scourge of society as a whole. However, there was one type of breed above the wolf. A breed he would call the snake. He was glad that he was part of family where they would at least fight with you if things went wrong and wouldn't take a fallen member lightly. For there were those who had members of their club who's only purpose was to die. The saddest part was, they didn't even know they were being used only for that purpose. Not until it was too late. For a long time, Joel thought he was just like them, but if he was, would he still be alive. It was a lot to think about. Something he thought about on the daily. The place of a grunt. A peon. A pawn. From the kids selling drugs on corners, to the kids cutting people. From the ones stealing to the ones blowing themselves up.

He was sure he wasn't thought of that low to his boss. Although he never gave much thought to how his boss feels about him. All he knew was that he was still alive, he got paid fairly and he didn't get into many situations where someone wasn't watching his back.

He looked at the time using his phone. It seemed like he'd been waiting forever and seeing as the sky was changing colors he was sure the sun was setting. Maybe it would be dark in another hour in a half and the thought of being stuck in a cafe that long didn't rest well with Joel. It was his job though, and he let out a sigh to get rid of the anxious feeling he had. He saw a brown haired kid leave the shop and was reminded of the boys. He was happy to see that they're not one of the sheep. Even the one whom he feared would become one was energetic today. He imagined he'd talk to him the next day to see how he was doing. The fact that the two were fighting and one of them had their flame showing meant things were getting interesting for them. He'd only hope in return things would be interesting for himself. He'd much rather be a part of whatever they're apart of than go to another oversees meeting where the other person has the home court advantage.

He thought of the time when him and his father walked straight off the plane just to get captured and almost have their heads cut off in the middle of the dessert. The whole rock. North and south. He just wished he didn't have to go there. The America's were crazy. He'd imagine if the third world countries the east coast seem to want to war with were richer, he'd have to go there to, but at least they'd send a video to whom it may concern.

Just like that, he found himself wondering why he was even thinking about the America's to begin with. He quickly concluded the whole thought was a way to ease his boredom. A way to pass the time. "Maybe it's not the America's, but just being around many different gangs at one time." That was bad anywhere. Even for gangs apart of the same nationality, if there are seven different gangs with seven different bosses in one room anything could happen. Like the time in Russia just a week ago. Probably the most creative men he's come across when it comes to just putting a beating on someone. Joel considered himself lucky, because anyone falling down spiral stairs while tied to a cheap plastic chair would probably break some bones. The thought of it made him remember how he paid them back for their hospitality and also brought a smile to his face.

"Sir. I don't mean to be rude, but would you like to order something else."

Joel shot the waiter a piercing glare which made the waiter move his head away from eye contact. "I'm still waiting. Come back in about an hour."
The waiter bowed out, but his face had this looked that screamed for more detail of who or what Joel was waiting for. The screams were ignored though and as Joel went back to staring at the window, he went past reminiscing about his exploits in the mafia, to thinking about those who have yet to join him. He imagined if he had Yoh with him, they'd wind up retiring a lot of want to be families, but if it was Haku, he'd be fighting all of time. It was just his imagination though, which he took into being. How amazing it would be though. Joel wasn't the type to get his hopes up and wasn't planning on his dad or any of the Vongola's guardians to give up their position anytime soon. They were old, but they weren't that old. Only time would tell. After all, he was sure he had a few more years left of growing and the kids were just starting high school. "So in the end, it's best to wait. Best to take everything slow."

It sure was better to take things slow, just as it was good to wait. For in life there are times when things crash down on both wolves and sheep. So being in the now, the safeness of the now was good enough for him. If he wasn't in the now he'd be in the future and who knew what that would hold. He'd probably be meeting with Godot and be getting chewed out for messing up another deal even though he was the one who was pushed down the steps while tied to a chair. Maybe he'd even get a raise. "Maybe that's too close to wishful thinking," he said to himself. He could try to reminisce some more, but as a kid he wasn't able to think about things in a positive way for his situation. At least not like he can today. It made his life harder for him too and almost got him killed. So patience was a virtue. As his father said. "Gotta stay calm." Words he would repeat himself. For he knew if he didn't things wouldn't be as peaceful as they were. "And if I can call this peace, then what is my definition of war?"

"Who the hell cares?"

Joel turned once more away from the window. Who he saw, proved that even wolves could be surprised by their demise. However, as a wolf he decided to take it head on. "Do you always intrude on other people's thoughts." He said to none other than Cambrey, who must have been stalking him again.

[color=tan]"Only when they're thinking out loud. You should work on zipping it, or do you think it makes you look cool to talk to yourself."
The Bovino boss took her seat across from him and crossed her arms, seeming a little too comfortable for Joel's comfort. "So, what's got you day dreaming in a public cafe with over an empty table?" [/color]

"I'm waiting for Godot."

"I'm sorry, who?"

Joel sighed. "Did you get to school on time today?"

Cambrey shook her head. "If I get to school on time, what time do you think I'll have to wake up? The Bovino need their sleep. You know. You look a little bit tired yourself. Must be why I'm noticing bags under your eyes. Are the Vongola overworking you?"[/color]

"I've been off for a week. I think they're giving me a good load of rest time."

"Spoken like a true dog. Loyal to your master." Cambrey's eyes narrowed and the way she looked at Joel made him feel like she was trying to pierce him with them. Cambrey could tell she was making Joel uncomfortable. "I usually don't get to see my own cousin because you're always working. Yet you're okay with it. I suppose since they allow you to live and go about life now a days you're alright. Hehe. Seems like you've just become complacent."

Joel's eyes opened in surprise. It wasn't as if what she said carried any weight because he knew her main goal was to get him to join her family, but he realized something important. "So you mean to say you're not complacent too? Aren't you prideful? I would assume someone who has all these glorious things to say about her family and nothing, but bad things to say about others would be. So wouldn't you be just settling if your family is not the best, but under the best."

"Under the be-"

"I'm not done, Ms. Bovino." Joel's eyes went cold and looked at Cambrey as if she were just another business contact. "The Vongola may have a questionable way of doing things, and maybe sometimes work can be hard, but if you think saying phrases out of your mouth that pertain to me when you don't even really know what you're talking about will get me to follow you instead of Vongola then you're wrong. I'd just be a sheep in wolves clothing if I betrayed my pack."

Cambrey puffed her cheeks, looking a tad bit embarrassed before shrugging the feeling away. "Well, should you decide to change your mind, the offers always open. Tell your dad too and let him know I said hi."

"Sure thing."

Joel made sure the last thing she saw from him was a smile. He didn't want her to think he had something against her.
Cambrey on the other hand was determined now than ever to have Joel join her family. He was loyal and she'd know she could call him anytime she wanted. Not only that, but they were technically family and she wanted to make sure he was living the good life. The only question was what exactly did he want? She had offered him almost everything and he turned it down every time. She figured she try again the next day, but for now decided to leave him in the cafe to wait for whoever it was he was waiting for. Hopefully he'd be in a good enough mood to say yes.

The setting changes from namimori-cafe to Japan


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#, as written by Damioa
Having only gone to sleep two hours prior, Cross was disgusted when he was awoken by his alarm clock. His aching body moved over to turn the alarm off and he could feel drowsiness trying to pull him back in the vile clutches of sleep. Rolling out of his bed and landing with a hard thump, he was in enough pain to keep his eyes open and wake his mind up. With his excitement from the first day of school completely diminished the only thing on his mind was being able to see the friends he had made again. When it passed his mind he had doubt on if he should be excited, but decided it was okay. As far as he was concerned, as long as he was working and stuck on watch there wasn't much else for him to do to keep him preoccupied, so friendship was a good way to kill the boredom.

As the sun began to shine through his windows, he walked over to close the blinds in an attempt to miss out on as much sun light as possible. He was very picky on when light was needed, preferring to keep the house as dark as possible. Having to walk around and be exposed to constant light during the day was not only a pain to his eyes, but it peeved him in a gut churning way. If there was one flaw to this easy job it'd have to be that. Still, he decided the money was worth the work. Making sure his house was as dark as the deepest part of the ocean, he put on his shoes, counted the number of messages on his answering machine, and left house, making sure to lock the door behind him.

During his walk to school he thought about how much fun and trouble he got into the day prior. He was excited to see if this day would give him even more entertainment. Remembering what Akira had said about the bread wars, he was ready to declare war on bread. He was going to kill all the bread he could for the winning prize. He wondered if that was the objective and had problems remembering the explanation Akira had given about the event. He was sure he wasn't too far off though and still pumped himself up for it.


The test of his patience was hard, but he prevailed. He had fallen asleep that night in the corner of the store, the waiter who was serving him forgetting he was there because of his constant banter about waiting for someone. Joel hadn't realized how long he was waiting until he awoke the next morning and found the shop completely empty. Checking his phone, it was only a few hours before school was going to start, so he was sure that he was locked in the cafe until then. He spent the first hour switching between playing solitaire on his phone and thinking about how he was stood up. No. He decided not to take it that way after some thought. There had to be a reason. After all, they were both part of a busy organization where time is only a matter to the one who makes the calls, so he was probably called to do something else. Then Joel began to think of something else. What if he was called to wait on purpose? the very thought seemed preposterous, but wasn't out of the question considering the events of the past morning. He decided to think about it more over some coffee and a crepe. He made sure to put money on the counter for his usage and wouldn't usually resort to counter hopping, but he had never been stuck inside a store before with an empty stomach. He did make sure to clean his mess when he was done, so he hoped that the workers wouldn't be too made when they realized a pack of coffee and a crepe were missing.

The crepe filled the void of worry in his stomach and the coffee cleansed his guilt making him feel a hundred percent and ready for the day, which he planned on taking on normally as any other day. He hid in the bathroom until he heard voices and left a little while after the store opened. He made sure to text Godot, "Couldn't wait during school hours, but text me again if you want me to wait again," before entering the school building and then went to his homeroom class.