THE PHANTOM REBORN!

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Every day.

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The night streets of Talor City are busy as always. The horns were resonance on the street with the people bitching each other especially when the traffic was severe. And usually it was at time like this he cursed himself for departing a little too late from his home. He hissed under his breath and opens his window to peer outside to see how bad it was since his car didn't even move even for 1 inch since 15 minutes ago and he hates waiting.

"Hey! Fuck you! It was you who crushed my damn car!"

"No! SHIT! It was you! Or do you want to settle this in court!?" the other girl replied equally swearing angrily and tired. The other turns silent at the threat.

"FINE! I'll call my lawyer."

So…that's why it's jammed. He nodded lightly ignoring the swearing contest between the two girls and closing back his window which later only shows his edgy reflection. He tilted his fedora to the side running a hand over his black hair and then leisurely playing with his curled sideburn. He was bored. Everybody was being selfish and self concious. He glares at his watch on his left and it shows 9.30pm. His legs grew edgy and restless as the time consumed while his slim fingers were dancing on his thigh like humming a song.

He was in his way for a masquerade party tonight and he has been late for about 15 minutes because of the accident. He speed up when the road is clear and is driving recklessly to the right, and left, and to left side, speeding and crossed the other cars like a professional car racer and to the right and right and then and take a U turn before he crossed the red traffic light so many times causing the other driver to have heart attack; and minutes later he kicked the break abruptly and the beautiful Pagoda Hotel were now in his vision, glimmering under the colorful neon light and led. He then, park his car at the basement and without wasting anytime he wore his golden black timeless masquerade mask covering his dark eyes and a black cloak covering his black and orange tuxedo. He took a last look on his face through the back mirror then he wore back his comforting black fedora covering his head and apart of his face, with an attraction of orange feather on it.

"Nice." He finally satisfied with his preparation and walked to the ballroom diligently.

The door was nicely open and the waiter led him to his seat. Luckily, everybody were still eating which only mean, he still have times. He needs to meet someone and that someone is -

"Ladies and gentleman, now, I present you our singer and it's dancing time! Welcome to the masquerade ball!"

Immediately, the orchestra was played then a lovely soprano sang softly. He walk ahead silent and skillfully slipping through the crowd without anyone really notice him. Perfect! He came at the right time. The room was slowly dimmed, and turn into romantic mode which is a convenient lightning for him. Every guest was astonished at the beauty of the glittering golden ballroom which gives out an authentic look when it is darken. He walks ahead reminding himself of his work. He has no time to be impressed of the systems or the organization itself.

This is a sacred party where various corporate and leader from famous and wealthy organization are out to the field. The party was held to celebrate the victory of Sicily group for winning two third of the land of Castello and took the leadership which own him the title of the strongest ally of Sicily group. Castello group leader unfortunately lose the fight and died in vain. There were rumors that the Sicily Corporation played dirty tricks and famed the leader of Castello group. But it was not bizarre. That was how the underground world works. They kill, gamble, bribes and they treat weak people like shit. They show no mercy and they will do anything in order to be on top of the organization. It was the speed and powers that matter.

He slips through the crowd at ease thanks to his experience and skills; silently trying to reach out for a certain brunette women who look lonely and solemn at the round table. The foods remain untouched on the table and she was staring wistfully to the VIP seats. He noted. She was looking at the leader of Sicily group who were wearing apricot tux and a black mask with a sharp nose like in the phantom of the opera. He was still laughing and smiling at his victory and talking shit about the other party who fell apart during the ambush several days ago. He sneers evilly at that; wondering how much time left for that snobbish man to laugh like that. He reached the girl and slide down his fedora even more to cover his face and stop right behind her.

"May I ask for a dance, mademoiselle?" He said in his gentleman mode extending a hand on her way.

She looked puzzled and astonished at his handsome and prominent appearance. She seriously was hooked down. She gulped down her saliva staring at the guy in the black masquerade in awe. He looked astounding and very… attractive. "Yes...of - of course..." she answered hesitatingly and he gently pulled her up for a dance without further asking. His hands immediately rest on her waist at ease and her face rest close to his chest, hands holding his waist lightly. She was clearly flustered that the there was an astounding man asked her to be his dancing partner tonight. She realized the scrumptious look on the other girl's face; filled with jealousy...and she felt lucky. "Why do you choose me?" she asked discouragingly, her shoes squeezing agitatedly on the red carpet. But when he didn't reply, she asked again… "Who are you, Mr nice guy?" she asked bating her eyelashes behind her white mask anxiously.

"Because I know you are sadden."

The girl immediately flinched at his statement. "Have you been stalking me all this time?" she asked, obviously was flirting with the taller guy.

"I saw you staring at your husband and -"

"Ex-husband." she remarks. "I didn't care about everything he had done. He's got nothing to do with me."

"Oh. I see." and a smirk pasted on his face.

"So, you know about me." she smiled innocently.

"I can put an end for your suffering." He whispered at her ear seductively which made her neck flinch at his warm breath.

"Could you do that?"

"Who knows?"

"I don't hate him. But when he used dirty tricks to get the land and the territories – I- I..! And- he killed mankind. They were supposed to be friend-!" She muffled against his broad chest in her weak and desperate voice while their legs were still entangle to the dance floor, dancing according to the rhythm.

"If you are worried that much, that means -"

"I'm not!"

A smile curled at the edge of his lips as he glanced into her shy hazel eyes. It feels completely normal as if they were dancing harmoniously but the song has come to an end and they had to stop. For the last step, he rolls her body in a swirl and then he grabbed her waist in his arms while she spontaneously kicks her long legs to the air. Their dance finishes with beautiful stance.

The next song was played and he then loosens her grabs on his hands. She was totally confused at the sudden rejection. "What's wrong?"

"Still remember our contract?" The brunette was confused and his hand practically moves to his fedora and he took it off at ease, revealing his spiky raven hair. The girl immediately knows who he was and she gape at his question. "You! YOU! IT WAS YOU!" She stares at him horridly like he was a ghost.

"Yes. It's me." then a wicked smirk appear on his face and within a split second, he pulled out a gun with silencer from his dark cloak and -

"ARGHHHH!"

The room suddenly turns into chaos as the whole crowd shrieking when the man in apricot tuxedo suddenly fell from the balcony of second floor to the hall of first floor. The blood splattered to all over the room and smeared the white dress of the girls near the incidence. They looked terrified at the bloody gore side of the leader and mostly cupped their mouth or hug their beloved to prevent themselves from seeing the incidence.

"What have you done -?!" And when she looked behind, the sniper was already gone. He is gone.

"OVER HERE! HE'S HERE!" One of the people who saw someone running called out the bodyguards.

The handsome guy in golden black masquerade mask makes a run after he had accomplished his mission to kill the leader of Sicily group. "Hey! Stop!" The body guards have to chase him down from the ballroom to the garden. He runs at his top speed and his intuition as an assassin shows up. They shoot him but misses as he jump over the wall at ease as soon as he manage to cause a ruckus in the group and it was later another bodyguard shoot and the bullet had his mask tore open. He was glad that it missed and since the mask itself is annoying.

"IMPOSSIBLE!

"IDIOT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! CATCH HIM THIS INSTANT!"

"IT'S THE PHANTOM!"

"THE PHANTOM OF VONGOLA!" The other shouted out in surprise.

The phantom heard them and a smirk of victory and proud colored his cold face as he landed knee first on the ground before he jump again over another wall. Quick and silent without anybody really notice it. His jump was just beautiful like the full moon in the night sky. Glimmering under the dark sky.

And with that, the leader of the bodyguards halts them to stop because nobody is to interfere if it was the phantom.

"If he manage to ran away just leave him and he will return in their next engage and then we will pursue him again."

And…that's it , if you can captured him alive…because no one mess with the Phantom of Vongola, Reborn…

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Owari…

Okay that's it for the prologue. So...I'm going to make the 2nd chapter.

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Thanks for reading this story.