22/12/12 - EDIT!: I have gone through the entire story and revised the chapters. Nothing major has changes besides perhaps a few words here or there. If you want to re-read it feel free to. If you want to review but already have, just PM me, I won't bite :)

16/04/2012 Re:Edit! – Someone was kind enough to inform me that I was spelling Seijuurou's name wrong so I've gone through all the chapters and changed that! Thank you very much 'Kouki' for correcting me

OKAY so I know this is a new story, and I know people are probably screaming at me, trying to figure out WHY I'm trying to juggle yet another story when I can barely handle my other ones... well that's because I just LOVE having options, if I have options I can upload different chapters and never get bored... or that's my excuse...

So this is a slightly AU fic, I'm going to use E21 as a guideline, to get information and ideas, but obviously Sena isn't as innocent as he seems.

Warning!: OoCSena, Shin, Kid, Jumonji, Riku, Kakei, Mizumachi, Yamato and others... because I feel like making them slightly OoC

No pairings as of yet, I dont think I want this to be romantic at all... more of a family oriented fic, but if you want to express your opinion on that, feel free to PM or review.

This fic was suggested to me by EK12, they suggested to me that I should upload a fic where Sena isn't as cowardly as he seemed. So here you go EK12, I decided to try it out.

To the untrained eye.
Hidden behind the hood

He was standing on the street corner, just standing under the streetlight with his hood pulled up, and a shadow cast over his face. The shadow made it impossible to tell who he was, yet, that same hood made it impossible to mistake him.

On the hood, stitched in perfection was the symbol for the largest mafia group in all of Japan. Said mafia group struck fear into everyone, yet earned the respect of all who knew the name. For it wasn't through especially violent means that they earned their title- though it wasn't as if they were completely non-violent- it was through the consequences of their acts that they became so well know.

The man on the corner, with the drawn hood was part of the Di Fortuna group, their symbol simply an hourglass tilted at an angle, inside, was a tornado, barely contained by the illusionary glass.

Suddenly, deep brown eyes could be seen from under the hood, golden flecks made visible by the ugly fluorescent light- had the light been from the moon, or even the sun, the golden would have almost completely overtaken the brown.

"It seems you haven't lost you're touch, Meteora sir." explained a black clad figure in a soft voice. His body lithe and supple slinked into the light, as if a jaguar from the jungle. His face was hidden, but only just; from under his thick black locks brown eyes could be seen- a familiar man in Japan.

"Ahh, you should know better Giavellotto, we are in Japan- here I am to be called Ryuusei." The man, known as Meteora smiled softly at the black figure, as if confronting a brother.

"Ah, I suppose you are right, but I will continue to call you Meteora, Sir." The black figure bowed.

"Hmmm," hummed the hooded figure. "Ne, do you think we'll be able to stay longer than last time?"

"I don't know Meteora, it all depends on if they come after us again." He explained. The hooded figure he addressed, the one he looked at with caring eyes sighed, a sigh made visible by the large puff of smoke in the frigid air.

The man, known now as Shin, wanted very much to embrace the boy in a warm hug- as he would in private- he knew the boy wished not to have to continue to run, how he wished to settle down, to have a base from which his team- his brothers could work; to be a normal teenage boy. Alas, it was impossible, with their enemy closing in on them and the ones they protected, it wasn't possible.

"Boss, just know, we will stand beside you, no matter what."

The boss of Di Fortuna smiled then, a warm smile, he pushed the hood off his head, locks of deep brown tumbled out, his hair was longer than he usually kept it, but he was undercover for the moment, and it was necessary. He looked at his big brother, the one who was his official right hand man, and the one who he knew would protect him no matter what.

"Ahh, I know that Seijuurou." He smiled again, an innocent smile misplaced in the mafia underworld.

"Should we go to the base now, Sena? I'm sure everyone else is getting worried."

They walk home silently, the night acting as their shield, protecting from their enemies. She certainly did love Sena, he was born to be her child, into a life of crime and blood, it was her duty to protect him, and the men who would give their lives to do the same.

Sena looked around, he was in a familiar place, somewhere he had been when he was young, before he inherited Di Fortuna, it was the place he had met Seijuurou and some of his other brothers. The thought brought back memories of the day he met Sejuurou. It was when he was only five, long before the blood started to flow.

Sena had been living at home with his mother and father, it was peaceful, it was the time of his life where he lived in Japan and wasn't yet a part of the mafia that his father help to create. Sena was a sensible child, with quick feet, and a kind disposition, so he often was picked on by the older children when he was alone- and this is what led him to become as quick footed as he was.

It was on this day that he was being picked on, and it was a beating much rougher than usual.

"Little Sena, scared and white, let's beat him up and make him cry." The other children chanted.

"Juveniles..." Sena thought to himself, he may be kind, but even he was cruel enough to defend himself if he needed to.

A foot collided with his ribs, the small moan from his lips was a slipup on his part, but Sena didn't move, he fought the instincts built into him by his father- though he never did understand why it was his father trained him. The bullying continues, and almost breaks Sena's patience, that is until a boy came running by.

The boy was large for his age, almost 6 he was strong, with wide shoulders and firm legs and arms. His hair was short, maybe a little too short, and his eyes were warm, full of emotion. When he spotted the young child being beaten on the ground he immediately charged, the bullies ran upon seeing him, only one of them being hit by his strong arms. The one that was hit immediately broke into tears, scattering dirt as he chased his friends, yelling that he'd get his big brother.

"Little one, are you ok?" the black haired boy had asked. His voice was monotonous, yet his eyes were begging for warmth.

Sena looked up, completely taken back by the boy's –the stranger's- kindness and smiled at him. He took the stranger's hand and was pulled to his feet. "Thank you. Are you ok?" he asked suddenly before getting the boy's name.

"Of course I am. I am training." He replied.

"No you're not, you've hurt yourself." Sena continued, he dragged the nameless boy to the bench. He looked at the boy, his golden-brown eyes boring into the boy's dark eyes.

Sena knew the boy wasn't physically hurt- at least not at that moment, but there were tell-tale signs of emotional and psychological abuse, even if the bruises had healed- because Sena could see the fading yellow skin on his neck and bear arms.

So Sena did the only thing he could. "You don't need to be afraid to ask for a hug big brother. I want you to be my friend and I will give you a hug whenever you want!"

"W-what do you mean...?"

"I'm Sena Kobayakawa. I want you to be my friend. I won't let anyone hurt you. That's my promise to you." Sena vowed, and he would keep it, of that the boy was certain.

"I'm Seijuurou Shin, I will protect you from everyone as well, and this is my vow to you, Sena." With that said, a soft, almost unnoticeable smile flitted onto the stoic boy's face, and it would always appear, whenever he saw the beautiful golden-eyed boy smile at him- even if no one else could see it.

From then on, even when Sena went through the worse part of his life, and when he joined the mafia, Seijuurou didn't leave his side; he was going to keep his vow.

"Boss, what's wrong?" Seijuurou asked anxiously, the boy's face- hidden again by his hood- was changing to so many different expressions that Seijuurou didn't know what was wrong. Usually, his boss-brother was warm and open, or else completely monotonous, wearing his boss face. It was unusual for him to allow his emotions to influence his expression; it was dangerous if he allowed himself to be read so easily.

"Oh, I'm sorry Seijuurou, I was just thinking of the time we first met."

Seijuurou frowned at that, his scowl turning down. He didn't like his boss-brother to think of that day, because he knew Sena still blamed himself for the pain Seijuurou had to go through after that meeting. The pain from his parents and the pain of choosing the dark world over a normal life, Sena blamed himself for making Seijuurou 'unclean' as he called it.

"Sena..."
with this the brunette turned around, his eyes glimmering from under his hood. It wasn't often his stoic brother called him by his name when they weren't safely behind secure walls. So he knew immediately what his brother-guardian was thinking, and automatically regretted letting his guard down.

"I know Seijuurou, I know..."

Just as he finished his sentence he noticed the house they had decided to take up as a base this time around. The lights in the upstairs windows were dark, and the downstairs was lit brightly with curtains drawn and silence coating the walls. Their little perimeter wall was average height, but unlike the average house, Sena knew his brother's weren't taking risk, they had reinforced it with steel and concrete, protecting themselves from the enemies that would come.

Sighing imperceptibly, Seijuurou walked to the door and opened it for his boss, then, walking in behind him, he locked the door with its many locks, protecting the future of Di Fortuna.

"I'm home everyone." Sena called into the house.

Seijuurou took his jacket and hung it by the door, hiding it in a secret closet inoperable by those who did not reside within the average Japanese house.

"Welcome home, Sena."

Okay, those who are familiar with me should know, I am neither Italian nor Japanese, nor French, nor German, nor American.
The words I use, and the phrases or situations are ones I am either familiar with, or found online. So please correct me if I'm wrong, I know I get things wrong in the pursuit of a better story.
I am also not part of the mafia (or am I?) so if anything seems WAY too farfetched, please slap me.

Di Fortuna - Of fortune (Italian)
Meteora - Meteor (Italian)
Ryuusei - Meteor (Japanese)
Giavellotto- Spear (Italian)

Anyway, please review, I appreciate it and will not cry no matter how harsh. In fact, a harsh critique might actually make me better. I'd like to know ifI should continue this or give it up.

Arigatou. Thank you. Grazie Tante.
~~Bleach-ed-Na-tsu :3