A/N: I've been meaning to control myself over not posting this fiction or I should wait for the right time a. k. a. having my other story, "The Amiable Flame", reach at least 10 chapters. But, my mind won't let me and my heart says to follow my mind. So here I am, with a new fiction. And I am pretty sure that I am very much original. :D

By the way, there are terms that you should now, but I will write it as the main chapter goes. :D

Warning: this fiction might probably contain gory scenes that are not appropriate for innocent lives.

P.S.: So I have three on-going series namely, The Rainbow's Guidance, The Prince and The Cub and this, Unimaginable. I hope you'll support them as much you did at The Amiable Flame. Don't worry, I'll finish it. :D

DISCLAIMER: All rights go to Amano Akira. None of the original characters, terms and plot belongs to the authoress of this fiction. On the other hand, this plot is solely an original from Danielle Luna Soulhart, authoress of this fiction, and anyone plagiarizing this fiction will be sanctioned. Anyone who sees plagiarizing this is welcomed by the authoress.

BETA'ED BY: Azahkhiel

UNIMAGINABLE

© Danielle Luna Soulhart

November 2012

PROLOGUE: Encountering an unimaginable child

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Venice, Italy – home of the finest cuisines, breads and fashion. People were bustling in the streets in their most fashionable attire and their hi-tech gadgets. There were also various conversations heard here and there from different groups of youngsters, bragging about their latest love partners and their accomplishment on making their partners fall head over heels on them. On the other side of the street was a coffee house where employees from big companies spent their breaks, some discussing their business materials, while others discuss their strategies for winning an investor. Cars were coming and going and some university students on bicycles can be seen on the lanes.

On one side of the road, a tall, elegant building stood proud among all buildings in the urban city. It was the most famous hotel that the elite loved to use for their meetings and other important gatherings. It was built in a sophisticated modern style of architecture and was surrounded by the most fabulous landscape that the world has ever seen. It actually occupied two blocks because of its size. There were also lots of expensive cars, mostly in black,stopping in front of the entrance to drop their passengers and left towards the parking area. And what was this famous building?

This was the Arcobaleno Prism Towers.

Being the most prestigious hotel in the world, it was no wonder that it could attract many politicians, businessmen and mafia famiglia in the whole world, considering the fact that this hotel has the best technology of securing important conferences, auctions and even family gatherings. It has three towers, all forming the triangle's corners, connected by bridges made of hard, thick fiber glass that overviewed the landscaped garden with a small man-made pond installed at the center of the said hotel, making it the reason why the hotel was "prism". What's more, the outside appearance of the hotel was entirely made of a one-way glass that surely made the hotel look like a glass triangle.

Arcobaleno was a term in Italian for rainbow, but it was colored in an eye-catching caramel paint in the areas that glass doesn't cover. There were three towers: the first two towers are named Cielo at the left and Notturno at the right; both of them having 50 floors exclusively for business purposes, complete with amenities and function rooms. What's more amazing was both lobbies have a high ceiling that showcased renaissance art and large, sparkly chandeliers. The central tower was named Dirigenti Bianco with 55 floors. This tower was exclusively for the use of the employees of the Arcobaleno Towers and the upper floors were for room use for those who work overnight shifts. However, the difference of the central tower was a very dark secret. A secret that only a third of the employees knew. A secret that has never been revealed from its origins since all information were based from rumors and useless information passing.

That secret was something civilians should never know. Not now. Not ever. Not even in their second to infinity life parallels.

Because, Arcobaleno Prism Towers, at night, turned to Celestino Faction – a place where deadly assassins, mad scientists and stealthy spies lived and work.

All said information were correct, the only thing was Arcobaleno Prism Towers were for just a mere show in the eyes of the public. It has its second branch in Japan but it was more hidden than of this one. The directors of the said Faction decided that hiding in plain sight would be better because they could easily track down people coming and going, and their "towers" were perfect for meetings – and meetings as in both business and underground meetings.

A ring went off as soon as the phone was picked up by the tower president's secretary. Her name was Bianchi and she was serving one of the greatest directors and the current president of Arcobaleno Prism Towers, Bermuda von Vichtenstein. "Hello?" she asked.

The voice at the other end of the line was all too familiar and it iterated information that brought (a) frown to Bianchi's beautiful face. She began scribbling down in outline the information and pressed a couple of keys in the keyboard. The talk went a little longer and she said, "Okay, I'll transfer you to boss already."

And with a few presses on the telephone, the previous line became on-hold while another ring was heard and was soon picked up by the third ring, "Yes, Bianchi?"

"President," Bianchi started, "One of our allied intelligence groups' representative is on the line. He wants to talk to you directly."

Bermuda decided to stop his current paperwork and put out a notepad just in case there was some information that was needed to be recorded, "All right, patch him to this line."

"Understood."

The line was connected as soon as Bianchi hung up and pushed the buttons to connect them. Bermuda wasted no time and immediately asked the caller, listening to the information while scribbling down in the process. He was not pleased at all with the information, not even the fact this caller has given him the worst possible mission that his faction and the entire alliance could ever handle. The talk went on for thirty minutes before Bermuda finally put the phone down. He raked his fingers through his hair and this was the first time ever he encountered multiple paths with possible dead-ends. Being a man of action, even though the mission was hard and even the alliance was having a hard time deciphering things to-and-to, he needed to quickly lessen the fires to pacify the situation, at least as of this moment. Things have been rushed in so quickly and he needed to respond to it with an equal, or better, faster action. With a quick thinking and all, he pushed a button and called Bianchi.

"Yes, President?"

"I want you to patch me to Luce," Bermuda said in a dead serious voice, "If she disagrees, tell her that it's urgent or it will cost her job."

Bianchi swallowed her in nervousness and unconsciously nodded in her place, "Understood, President." She said and quickly patched the line to Luce's intercom.

Who was Luce?

She's no other than the heir of the Giglio Nero Famiglia, one of the greatest assassins, the Vice President of Arcobaleno Prism Towers and also the head of the Stigma, a group of 8 assassins feared by many, even their allied assassins.

The said vice president instantly picked her phone after the first ring simply because she doesn't want to get disturbed from playing, as it was one of her past time from work. But the moment she heard Bianchi (she was quite fond of her and her brother), she decided to listen. "What is it, Bianchi, dear?"

"President wants to talk to you and-,"

Luce snorted and rolled her eyes, "Bermuda, again. I already told him that I am done with all the pape-,"

"I think that's not it, Lady Luce," Bianchi said, pausing for quick minute to type something and continued, "He told me that this will cost your job if you don't talk to him."

Luce sighed. She cannot definitely go against that. She has a child to feed. "Riiiight, connect him now."

Bianchi immediately connected her to Bermuda and as soon as it was done, the Giglio Nero heiress heard Bermuda's distressed voice, "Luce?"

"Exactly the one you're hearing," Luce replied, settling herself more comfortably in her office chair, "You sounded not so troubled. Or are you out of ideas to get me off my computer?"

Bermuda fought the urge to narrow his eyes, "This is not the time for jokes, Luce. We've got a code S+ mission here." He heard a couple of shuffles at the other end, a squeak from the chair, few clicks from the computer and a grumble from Luce. "Caught your attention now, Luce?"

"What's the report?" Luce asked instead, ignoring the sarcastic question that Bermuda expressed a while ago. She heard him sigh, both in defeat and in delight, before hearing the details that Bermuda received. As soon as the explanation was done, Luce's eyes were as big as saucers and the phone nearly fall off her hands due to tremendous surprise. "Are you sure about that?" she asked, scribbling the information down on her notepad and at the end writing the name 'Reborn' being encircled in red ink.

"That's what he said," Bermuda said, "As much as I want to discuss this with you personally, I can't do that right now because I need to contact the sub branch and the other allied factions."

"Wait, as far as our records show, they were already destroyed and imprisoned, right?"

"Yes they are, not if they were able to trick us and replace themselves with a high-class illusion."

"What….?"

"I am afraid that's the case," Flipping his notepad, Bermuda scribbled another set of outline and continued talking, "I'm leaving all the passing to you, Luce. I'll conduct a meeting for the Stigma later." Then the lines went off.

Luce was equally distressed. She looked down on her notepad and saw the name she has written earlier. Immediately, ideas rushed in. She picked the phone, dialed a number and waited for it to be picked up.

"Hello?" said the dark voice that seemed like to come out of slumber.

Luce hated dilly-dallying when it comes to serious business such as this. She was usually sweet and caring with flowers fluttering around her when she talked to her subordinates. But this was entirely different. A lot serious than serious itself. "Reborn, get into my office, now. Bring Colonnello with you." Then she shut the phone off. She hoped that her plan will work; after all, this was severely impromptu.

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"Reborn, can you please stop dragging me?" Colonnello pleaded exasperatedly to his current partner, Reborn. His hair was still slightly disheveled because he didn't have time to comb it properly. His clothes, too, were a mess and it's a good thing that he has his shoes perfectly matched up, unlike before when the same dragging experience where he put on two different shoes.

However, Reborn ignored Colonnello's protests and continued dragging him towards Luce's office. He didn't bother telling Colonnello what's wrong the moment he entered the blond man's private quarters. He was too pissed at the moment that right after he exited his slumber world, he received a call from a pissed Luce, who was their boss. But at the same time, he was curious. Being the perfectionist and sadistic he was, he wasted no time and went all the way to Luce's office, may both of them be dressed properly or not.

Heck, he even left his fedora on the rack and the first two buttons of his loose white dress shirt were left open.

He could care less.

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A soldier was patiently and diligently taking his rounds at the 'secret' quarters. These 'secret' quarters were only known by a few people including all highly trained soldiers that were needed to protect everything that was inside. As he passed by the hallways, a sigh of relief and anxiousness were released by two children. The taller of the two peeked out a little to see the situation while the other simply kept himself glued to the wall. As the taller kid deemed it was safe to move, he coaxed the other to stand, receiving a disagreeing shaking of the head while trembling, until he was able to drag him out of that safety shade.

The kid seemed to be excellent in sneaking away from people.

There were already a total of 15 soldiers that made tight security checks, but none of them were able to spot these children who were simply hiding in walls, or in big boxes and tables. They expertly bypassed risky areas until they reached a small room, far away from the hallways where the soldiers were walking and inspecting.

The children's knees gave out and slumped on the cold floor, panting out in fear, nervousness and fatigue from running away. The taller kid managed to recover easily, but as for the other, he was still panting, almost close to wheezing, while he tried to sit up.

The taller kid frowned: he saw the bruises, cuts and the seemingly deep gashes that came from a whip and were beginning to heal. This was one of the reasons why he has the other kid with him. He took him away from his room, away from his captors, because he kept on seeing those wounds. It was horrible. Even his father wouldn't even lay a finger on him. He believed that children should be happy, and if punishment was needed, it should be a couple of spanks, or a scolding, and not these heart-breaking wounds. /He was about to cry when he felt a warm and soft hand holding him. It belonged to the other kid. He watched him shook his head like he was telling him that he should not worry about his wounds too much – that it was his fault for having it. Then he smiled.

The wounded kid smiled back at him.

However, instead of being happy in return, he frowned irritably. How could this kid smile in the middle amidst of all these pain?

"How can you stay happy when you're filled with wounds, hah?" He asked rather harshly, making the smaller kid shrink. "You should be angry at them! You should fight back!"

The smaller kid shook his head, not because he was negating the words of the taller kid but the fact that he knew his own capabilities – he lacked fighting skills. He was too weak to resist the strength of the taller people around him. Annoyed by the lack of answer, the taller kid made a 'tch' sound and gave up at the kid's behavior. What can he do? They're two different souls living in two different environments, and only one factor made them perfectly similar.

They were both kids.

He abruptly held the scared kid's hand, forcing the other to look at him while pointing at the closed door in front of them, "Whether you like it or not, we're going out of this place, okay? So I want you to stay with me."

Thankfully, the scared kid was not too dumb not to answer a mumbled, "Okay."

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"Did you understand what I said?" Luce asked impatiently. She wanted to go back to what she was playing right now, and the sudden mission was making her annoyed

Reborn and Colonnello nodded sharply despite their messy attire and grumpy attitude. Reborn raked a few strands of black hair away from his face and spoke, "We do understand. But do you need to be this rash?"

"Tell that to Bermuda. Because of him, I wasn't able to finish the game I was playing."

Colonnello snorted, "You're such a gamer, hm, Luce?" When he saw Luce scowl, he made a big gulp and said, "Okay, okay. I didn't say anything." Sheesh.

"So, how long are we supposed to finish this?" Reborn asked. He used his hand in order to try fixing his hair but was in vain.

"As fast as possible your bodies could take." Luce replied. Swiveling in her chair, she took a folder from an adjacent drawer and handed it to Reborn, "The culprit for this whole scheme is the Inganno Famiglia. The details are there in the file so don't bother asking me. You can do the other things written there but your main quest is the one written in 15, red, bold words."

"Wow…these sure are a lot, Luce." Colonnello remarked. "Is this why you wanted me to have Reborn as a partner? You usually don't give him a partner during missions."

"This is not a matter of partnership, Colonnello, dear," Luce said, "I have told you, this is a class S+ mission, a lot more dangerous compared to what we usually do because it includes everything – our lives, clients, prized loved ones, everything. I chose you two because I know both of your skills. With the both of you, I'm pretty sure that you two will be able to pull it off."

"Hn," Reborn said, retreating from Luce and headed towards the door, "This is an exemption, Luce. Next time, if you want to pair me up, pair me with someone decent, not with this bird-brained soldier."

Colonnello fumed, "OI! I'm not bird-brained, you psycho-sadist!"

Reborn snorted, "Psycho-sadist huh? At least not a bird-brain like you." Then he started treading off Luce's office with Colonnello following suit as he shout profanities at his partner.

All could Luce do is to shake her head. She was kind of beginning to feel half-hearted for what she decided – half for having the right decision because he knew their capabilities and chemistry, and half from being wrong because she knew they'll both bicker at each other until the end of the mission.

She sighed.

Typical.

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With a speedy movement, the two boys ran as fast as they could, puffs of air flowing out from their mouths as they try to catch their breath while running. Unfortunately, they made a wrong turn and the soldiers immediately spotted them. The smaller one, having the impossibly most fragile body, was already trying to stop the taller one, but the tugs of encouragement kept coming to him instead and when he looked at the taller one, he saw that great determination coming from him.

He really does want to go out, doesn't he?

Without any other words, they made quick turns to the left, then right, running straight again passing two blocks, then right, another right, until they reach the locker room. The taller boy almost threw the smaller boy inside before closing the doors shut. When he deemed it's closed enough, he grabbed the smaller boy's wrist and ran at the far side area of the locker room.

"Can't you be a lot faster?" The taller asked.

The smaller boy sported a red tint of embarrassment and hid his face through his bangs. He really didn't have any talents or skills, even in running. He shyly looked at the other slowly and even before he could answer, a measly 3 seconds have passed and the soldiers were able to slam down the door and follow them inside. What came afterward was all a blur and the smaller boy wasn't able to comprehend the order of events that took place – him being pulled behind the taller, the soldiers yanking them like tug-o-war, the taller boy kept on kicking the fat soldier with a donut stuck in its mouth, or the freakishly girly scream he produced that attracted gunshots.

Honestly, these stupid soldiers don't have a clue who would fire a gun. They all got an order of not using firearms unless necessary, and certainly to not attract bystanders or worse, security. But alas, this little kid by their clutches screamed like a slaughtered pig and it definitely shook the whole building. Without further ado, the taller boy kicked his captor in between his legs, stomped hard at the feet of the nearest soldier nearby his captor, jumped and poked the eye of the next one, and swiped his legs to make the smaller boy's captor's body to fall hard on the ground. After that, they made another round of running.

Oh joy.

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"You know, sometimes I can't understand why you're being so sissy, Reborn." Colonnello stated as they walked in front of the building. Reborn, on the other hand, was simply ignoring the blond and continued tinkering over a few screws then pulling out his portable laser knife to cut the metal open. When Colonnello realized that Reborn was not listening, he quickly grabbed the assassin's fedora hat and put it on his head.

Clever.

He forgot that Reborn doesn't like his favorite things touched, especially those given by his favorite humans.

As a result, he gave off a shot, almost hitting Colonnello by the temple.

Reborn took the liberty to walk towards Colonnello and retrieve his fedora hat, "You're 300 years too early before you can steal my fedora. You don't enough dying will."

"Sissy!"

And that broke the line. They made a brawl outside the building and a few passersby incredulously looked at them fight. The brawl lasted for 30 minutes, and being partially (thankfully) disoriented, they made a silent truce to never report this incident to Luce, or they'll be both dead meat.

Soon enough, they were able to go inside. It's really a good thing that the intelligence department was able to produce a map of their target building. It's all thanks to their insider who gave all the data stealthily before resigning and now, they have one of the building's precious information.

"So, where are we exactly going?" Colonnello asked, eyes never leaving from his own copy of the map. "I don't exactly see the target item. Should we be really the one for this and not the spies?"

"You talk too much, Colonnello." Reborn said, flipping his own map in different ways as if trying to extract an arrow sign that says "here". "First, we need to retrieve that data back since it contains valuable information as it was stated here. But our main goal is to find this guy," Then he pointed the picture at Colonnello.

"He looks puny to me." The blond haired assassin remarked.

"He is puny and that's why I hate them."

"I hope he isn't that bad when we retrieve him."

"Keep your comments to yourself, idiot. We're running out of time." Reborn said then took a quick turn to the right.

Colonnello was furious. "O-oi bastard! Come back here, kora!" There's his catch-phrase again. He only used that (although unconsciously) when he's so furious, or let say a swirl of emotions was present. Before he could say anything more, he heard gunshots. He immediately stopped and on instinct, he lifted his nose to trail the smell of gunpowder into air. This made Reborn stop too and appear a foot behind Colonnello. He made no comments for he knew Colonnello's ability to smell the gunpowder and locate the position of the gunshot because of his trained nose. And after a few seconds, Colonnello sighed and faced Reborn.

"The gunshot came not far from here."

"So, it's possible that either of our two missions is there." Reborn said.

"Affirmative."

Reborn huffed. This was no time for jokes. They have to finish their task in the least possible time without getting caught or harmed. Plus, there was risk of putting an innocent life in danger during those series of gunshots. Without looking at each other, Reborn and Colonnello immediately ran towards the direction of the gunshots.

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TBC. Part two is on the way. If you have questions, you can review me and I will happily answer them. :D