Thanks for reading this super short story eue.
KHR ain't mine. That's the only disclaimer this entire story, alright?
It was a damp spring day when they apprehended the spy-informant. It was Giotto's surprise at his appearance. He had fair blond hair, more sand than sun, and eyes as sharp as silver, but cold like ice. He was young, only a few years older than Giotto, but his eyes showed years of cold ruthlessness. IT was hard on the other blond, seeing such a young face with such dark eyes.
"Join us," was the simple proposition from Giotto.
The blond almost had a face of pure rage and mortification. He bristled, because he hated working with others. But, the threat came clear. Refuse and his intelligence agency would burn to the ground.
And so, he accepted. He became Alaude, the first Vongola Cloud. The skylark had been born.