Almeja.
Everyone in Cosa Nostra knew that Vongola was the strongest Famiglia to the point that anyone who went against them were considered stupid. But, when one measly street gang by the name Almeja started a simple rebellion, the underworld got turned around like never before. AU; 10th Generation vs 1st Generation war fic.
"Leaaader~" A tall Japanese male put his bamboo sword on top of his shoulder cheerfully. He grinned to the man sitting on the throne on top of the junk pile. "I caught another rat~" He tossed a man bigger than himself to the trash bin. The leader opened his eyes; he looked like he had just woken up from a dazed nap.
He expected to hear the leader's smooth and rather high-pitched voice, only to be countered by a saucy Italian. "Shut the fuck up. The leader's sleeping." He grinned. "It's fine, Tormenta." The leader said, and even without seeing, he knew that the leader was smiling. "But, you haven't gotten any rest since yesterday, Leader!"
The leader raised his hand, still smiling. "And welcome back, Lluvia. I see you deposited the trash into the trash bin." Ah, he always loved the way Leader said 'Lluvia'. It made him feel all warm and tingly inside. "If you go to Neblina, she will take care all of your wounds."
"Naah, it was weak, Leader." He grinned. "But I did ask Sol to help me enhance things." Tormenta clicked his tongue. "That idiot has some worth after all." The leader smiled. "Thank you for your hard work, Lluvia. We just need to wait for Sol, Nube, and Niebla to arrive. Relampago is with Neblina, he just got home from a mission."
"I did awesome though, Cielo!" Tormenta seethed. "Don't call the leader with that name, idiot!" The leader laughed and opened his arms. "Come here, Relampago, I'm sure you did great." Lluvia grinned to the little kid. It was his first solo mission and he had return with scars. Lucky Neblina had bandaged it flawlessly, the boy only looked like he had collided head first into a wall.
Relampago jumped to the leader's throne and threw himself to his lap. "Not so close!" Tormenta nearly killed the little kid with his weapon, but the leader stopped him with a sharp stare. "I asked him, Tormenta, I let him jump me." Tormenta flinched, and so did Lluvia and Neblina. But when Relampago looked up, the leader was still smiling at him.
It made his skin crawl, how the leader did that, it made his skin crawl with excitement. In his opinion, and probably the opinion of all people who resided in this small, shoddy town, if anyone should stand on top of Cosa Nostra, their leader, Cielo, should be the one.
He was kind, and yet he was cruel. Powerful, yet gentle. If the man who stood on top of the Cosa Nostra now, Giotto Vongola, had been called the Peaceful Sky because of his calm and peaceful exterior, their leader should be called the Saint of Sky due to his Saint-like exterior.
Out of all Almeja, only he preferred to dress in all white, including his robes. Even after the most brutal mission, not a speck of blood would be seen on his pure-white clothing. Cielo was strong, very much so. If he hadn't been strong, he couldn't have made the previous leader of this town, Nube, to step down and give his throne to Cielo.
"Leader," a meek yet firm voice said calmly. "My brother and the others have arrived." Neblina kept her head to the junk pile, not wanting to meet the leader's stare in case he was still upset. "Oh, brilliant, Neblina." He smiled as he asked Relampago to stand.
Three men entered the room; blood and ashes smeared their robes. "Welcome back, Sol, Nube, Niebla." The leader gave them a smile. "Extremely great to be back, Leader!" Sol replied with a grin. He tossed his robe away and went to sit on top of a barrel.
"Hmph," Nube grunted and went to lean on the trash bin. "Kufufu, thank you, my dear Cielo." Niebla said as he hugged and kissed his sister, Neblina.
"So, how is it?" Cielo asked. "It was extremely brilliant! We've burned everything!" Sol exclaimed with excitement. He then proceeded to full-blown explanation, only so fast and the only one who could actually understand him was Relampago.
Cielo sighed, and then turned to Niebla. "As Sol said, we did it. We've burned the Vongola storehouse and carve our symbol with fire. Kufufu," Neblina looked at her brother with a curious stare. "It was very beautiful, dear sister, you should have seen it."
"What do you think, Nube?" The leader said as he put his chin on top of his hands and tilted his head. "Was it fun? Did you enjoy it?" The violet-cloaked man smirked. And it seemed that to Cielo, it was more than enough explanation.
"Well," his brown eyes flitted to the trash bin where Lluvia had tossed the trash earlier. "I hope the Vongola knew what they're up against."
"Giotto! One of our storehouses is on fire!" G barged inside the Sky room with panic. "What?" Giotto responded. He looked up from his paper works. "I dispatched one of our teams to put it out, but I think that it's not a normal fire! It was clearly started!"
The blond sighed. Which idiot dared to set fire in one of their storehouses? Don't they know Vongola? Don't they know about the strongest Famiglia in Cosa Nostra?
"Okay, which idiot did thi-"
"BOSS! IT HAPPENED AGAIN! THIS TIME IT'S TURMERIC, HE'S GONE!"
Knuckle barged into the room, almost knocking G in the process. His hands flailed around nervously. "What happened again?" Giotto asked calmly. "It's the Almeja, boss." Alaude walked past both G and Knuckle silently, ignoring them. "One of my subordinates, Turmeric, is gone. And with his disappearance, this was delivered to our headquarters." The white-ish blond-haired man put a black pocket watch and a letter with golden clam embroidery on black envelope.
"This is the seventh time this month…" G whispered.
Esperamos que sepan a lo que se enfrentan.
-Almeja
"We hope you know what you're up against…" Giotto clenched his fists. "Just who they think they are…?" He seethed. "What info do we have on this Almeja?" Giotto asked Alaude. "Nothing whatsoever. They're only a street gang whose base of operation is in the outer part of Sicily."
"Let's just ignore this. What can a mere street gang do against the strongest Famiglia in Cosa Nostra?" Lampo, who had been hiding behind the sofa to avoid works popped up. G thought that it was true…
…but in the course of following months, he was proofed to be wrong, really wrong.
Translation (all of them are Spanish courtesy of Google Translate XD):
Almeja - Clam
Tormenta - Storm
Lluvia - Rain
Neblina - Mist
Sol - Sun
Nube - Cloud
Niebla - Fog
Relampago - Lightning
Cielo - Sky
Esperamos que sepan a lo que se enfrentan. - We hope you know what you're up against.
Just a little drabble of mine XD
EDITED AT 18 August 2012: Correcting the Spanish, thank you Kohanita!