If you were to ask any Mafioso who was the most enigmatic of the Arcobeleno, most would reply it was the Mist. Others would rebuke and answer the Sun, and a scattered few would answer differently. But not one would reply with Cloud.
They would scoff if you even suggested such an option, because didn't you know that the Cloud was a civilian? That the civilian had nothing at all mysterious about him and was so pathetic he could not even hope to keep anything secret.
The Cloud would, of course, whine and attempt to defend himself only to have one of his 'teammates' beat him, all the while verbally tearing him down of such a notion.
They wouldn't notice the bloody smile the Cloud wore once they left, wouldn't see the malicious glee that burned so bright in his violet eyes as they hurt him.
Wouldn't hear the dark amusement in his laughter far later in the night.
For all they claimed he was an open book they still hadn't learnt anything of significance about him.
Not his name, his age, his nationality, hell they didn't even know his favorite colour.
Which was plain pathetic in his opinion, but worked in his favor.
They mistake me for a simple-minded pup instead of a clever fox.
A smile full of sharp teeth would reopen a cut on his lips, the precious liquid slowly running down towards his chin.
After all we're tricksters, we'll fool you.
We'll fool everyone.
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I have no explanation for this, started this a while ago but if it had a longer plot I can't remember. Hope you liked my odd little work...Though I did get the last two lines from Teen Wolf, so I guess that was my muse?