Naara can't remember what had happened to her before she passed out. The only things she remembered are being thrown into a black hole of some sort when she was on her way to home from work. She can't recalled what had make her tripped but she did and it caused her to fall endlessly and the next things she knew, she woke up into a wide lands covered with luscious grass.
The scenery in front of her was so amazing and breath-taking that she didn't think she was still in Japan. She didn't know if there is any place in Japan that has beautiful and peaceful scenery like the one in her eyes. The air seems even more pure and the sky is crystal blue decorated by a white puff of cloud without a taint of smokish black. The few trees stood strongly on the wide lands without any threat to collapse due to cruel economic growth.
Naara took a few steps, cautious of her surroundings. Even though the scenery is beautiful and looks like it was taken straight from a picture, Naara will not take any chances. Who knows what kind of people lurks here. People always said, just because the water seems calm, doesn't mean it does not have a crocodile in it.
Naara keeps on walking aimlessly, trying to find a single soul that maybe can help her finds her way back. She walks and walks and walks to no avail. Naara stopped for a breather at one of the trees. The place was so damn wide and not to mention, there isn't a single building in her sight! How is this possible? Had she been transported to another world? Is this not a park made by human for tourist attraction? Where in the name of God is she?
A golden glimpse from the corner of her eyes caught Naara's attention. She turns towards where she thought she saw the spark of gold. Finding the gold spark once again, she walks to the direction though she still keeps her guard, hoping to finally find another human.
Her prayer was answered when she stumbles a young-looking man maybe in his early twenties sleeping peacefully on the comfortable and greeny grass.
The man looks so handsome with no specks of flaw on his face. His eyes were closed but if it were open, Naara guessed it will be full of life and sparkles with excitement, his nose is pointed and properly-located, his lips is thin and smooth, kissable with how pink it looks, showing that the man never had a cigarette on his lips before, his chiseled jaw and sharp cheekbone make him seem to be sculptured by the finest artist and his blonde hair framing his handsome face, creating a golden halo succeeding in making the man looks regal and as if he was born from royalty.
Naara took a step closer to the sleeping man slowly, hoping her movement will not disturb the blonde. Her effort proved to be fruitless when the man slowly lets out a small grunt and slowly opened his eyes when Naara was only managed to take a few steps closer.
She was stunned in her tracks however when she saw the bluest shade of sky in a person eyes. She never saw that shade before even though she had seen a few tourists in her life before, but never had she seen a pair of eyes that was as beautiful and fascinating as the one in front of him. A pair of eyes that was now directed to her, Naara realized a bit too slow to notice the unknown man had caught of her presence.
The sparkly blue eyes narrowed at Naara's direction and gleamed dangerously when he realized there is another soul with him in his territory. An unknown person with unfamiliar face was on his territory, a place no one beside his own famiglia and people he invited supposed to be on. The strange woman didn't seem to be threatening and she even seems to be in daze, though when did an assassin ever greet him with a smile before, Giotto or the blonde man reasoned.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" ask Giotto to the unknown woman.
Naara was snapped from her near-drooling due to her goggling of the young, handsome man in front of her when she heard a low pitch; dark yet still melodious voice to her ears speak up. Did the man talk to her just now? But what did he said? It's not Japanese or English, but what? Naara thinks frantically in her head.
The man was speaking in Italian though Naara cannot recognize the language he is using. She waved her hands in frantic manner to the man in front of her, trying to tell him who she is and how she ended up here with a possibly-unknown sign language. Seriously, why the woman didn't just talk is beyond me.
Giotto narrowed his eyes further until it resembles a slit when the woman in front of him didn't reply to his question. It was not in his nature to be suspicious to a stranger, if anything, G, his best friend, had always said he was the most trusting among them all, but he can't help the nagging suspicion in his head at the sudden appearance of the young woman.
Not to mention, the young woman looks fine without a single damage nor scratch on her body, a wonderful feat that no man have ever done before when trespassing the Vongola's territory. His First General Strategist, Alaude will be furious with rage if he ever found out a woman managed to breach his security systems without any difficulties.
"I ask you again, who are you? What are you doing here? How did you manage to pass the security?" Giotto asks once again. His patience is slowly decreasing with each time the woman stay silent without answering his question.
Meanwhile, Naara is in a state of panic. Her heart beats 100 miles per seconds and sweats started to break through her forehead. She can't understand what the man wants from her but she can sense from the tone of the man's voice, the man had almost lost his patience with her, 'I need to say something, but what? What the hell did he said just now? Why can't he use English? Wasn't English is a universal language? Why did this handsome need to use a weird language that no one knows?' Naara complained in her hearts.
This woman really needs to explore the world more if she didn't recognize Italian language that flowed out from the man's pink lips. Naara continues to panic silently.
"Do not tempt my temper, woman. Answer me!" Giotto raised his voice a few pitch, hoping it will intimidate the young woman in front of him. He succeeds in his goals when the woman cowered in his eyes. Giotto felt a slight pang of guilt in his heart however at seeing the scared look on the woman's face but he hardens his heart. It won't do him any good if he sympathizes with his possible assassin.
Naara opens her mouth to speak, to say that she didn't understand a word he was saying. Giotto waited patiently and slight eagerness when he saw the woman finally ready to talk.
"…" Shock! Naara tried yet again to say something, anything, to make a sound came out of her mouth but she failed when only a gasp of breath was puffed out.
Giotto groans in annoyance. Great! A mute assassin. How can he interrogate her if she can't speak? Or is she only faking the muteness? It's even more vexing if she keeps on trying to fake her muteness, though it did seem to be real with how the woman seems to be panicking.
It's hard to differentiate between the truths and lie sometimes as there had been a few cases in the past where there is a great actor among the midst. The assassin was so skillful in his works that he managed to worms his way into Vongola's heart and strike when it was least expected. Fortunately, they were blessed with Giotto hyper intuition and they succeed in stopping the assassin in the nick of time.
Now it was yet another possible threat that seems to be unable to talk. Giotto didn't know if he is supposed to be sympathized or suspicious with the woman in front of him. She looks innocent enough and if they were stumbled at a street or a town market, Giotto probably won't even harbor any negative feelings toward her yet fate seems to have decided for them.
Naara frantically moved her hands and body and mouthing words at Giotto, who still looking at her with suspicion in his eyes. She didn't really understand why the guy seems to be overly-cautious with her, but she guesses if a person suddenly sneaks on you when you were taking a nap and looks at you like they want to swallow you up, she will be cautious as well. She might even put her guard stance of aikido just in case.
Naara puts a hand around her neck in sign she cannot speak. She waved her index fingers at Giotto and with her another hands pointing at her lips and makes a talking motion, signaling she can't speak and can't understand what the guy is saying.
"Are you saying you can't talk?" Giotto asked when he saw how the woman desperately trying to tell him something with her frenzied wave of hands and hectic body movements.
Naara palmed her face, annoyed that she can't get her message across. How could she tell the man she can't understand whatever the hell he is saying. Naara lets out a heavy sigh and raked her brain, trying to think of any other way to get through the blonde guy. She got an idea however when she saw her open palms. She opened and closed her fist a few times and stepped closer to blonde-haired guy.
Giotto tensed a bit though he stood rigid in his place when the woman stepped closer. She slowly took his right-hand that was clenched into a fist. Giotto was in a state of confusion when the woman opened up his fist and start drawing something on his palm. It took a few moments from him to finally realize the woman was saying something through the drawing.
"I...D.O.N….N.O…W.A.T….U…S.A.Y," Giotto said slowly according to what she draw on his palm, pausing each time when she nodded her head. Giotto frown his forehead, unable to understand what the woman is trying to tell him.
Giotto repeated the words he guessed in his head, trying to figure out what it means, 'I don no wat u say, I don no wat you, I don't know what you are saying?' Giotto snapped his eyes to the woman, "You don't understand what I said?" Giotto asks, for confirmation.
Naara nodded her head, numerous time, excited she finally able to communicate with him even if the way she did it was a bit slow and time-consuming. It's the final result that is important. He finally talks in a language she can understand. Even if English was not her first-language, she still able to understand it compared to the devil's language he spoke just now.
"Are you not from here?" Giotto ask in English this time, finally understand the reason why the woman did not replied to his question earlier was not because she was testing his patience, but because she didn't even know it is a question.
Naara shook her head and waved her hands in askance, where is this place exactly. She makes a gesture that shows how she suddenly appeared here and pointed to a general direction where she fall and suffered from a minor concussion.
"Did you fall on your head?" Giotto frown, though the woman might be his assassin, he can't help but worried when he hear or more specifically see that the woman had an injury on her head. He stepped closer to assess the injury when he observe a noticeable flinch the woman had when he approach. So, not a professional assassin, then. A professional assassin usually will not show their discomfort at being in close proximity with the Vongola's boss. If anything, they usually will appear timid and innocent but never flinched nervously.
Giotto do a general assess on the woman's head as he was taught by his official Physician, Knuckles, he sees some swollen part at the left side of her head, a few inches behind the ear. The part of brain which responsible for speech, though he can't remember the name of it.
"Seems like you suffered a minor concussion from your fall, and by the looks of it, that was the reason for your mute," Giotto explained to the timid-looking woman. She heard everything what Giotto had just said with a frown on her face, making her looks a bit adorable.
Naara frown, thinking deep of how she can solve the situation she managed to get herself into. How can she get her voice back? Will she need to seek out a doctor? Or will it comes naturally if she just waits it out?
"I can bring you to see one of my friends. He is a doctor," and possibly interrogate you a bit in the meantime, Giotto continue silently. He doesn't want to let the woman go just yet, there is still some question need to be asked and a few facts need to be straighten out. Though his hyper intuition didn't act up in the presence of this woman, he wouldn't take any chances.
Naara's eyes shines with unshed tears. She can't believe the man in front of her who previously looks at her in suspicion now are willing to help. She nodded her head furiously in agreement. The blonde man chuckled softly at Naara's response. He walks a few steps with her at his side before Naara stopped him once again, and took his palm and start to write something.
"N…a…a…r…a… Naara, is that your name?"
Naara nod once again, happy to finally introduce herself properly to the blonde man. She smiled when the man in front of her say her name out loud. Say she suffers from a huge blow to her head, but she seems to be floating when she heard her name being spoken by the soft and dark voice of the handsome man. She then waved her hands again asking where are they as the man didn't answer her previously.
Giotto's lips curls into a soft smile, "I'm Giotto. And we're in Italy,"
Giotto? Why is it the name seem familiar? Hmm… Probably she had a friend name Giotto and she just didn't remember who. Seriously, this woman, who had a name as rare as Giotto in this time of era? Wait, what did the man said? Italy?!