The Summary :
I don't know if I should laugh or what. All I know is that, to consider it funny, I must be branded as crazy and be sent directly to a mental asylum. Though, for a semi-average otaku, it just explains it. Who would think that my first ever out-of-the-country travel would lead me to be kidnapped by a bunch of men in suits? To call it preposterous is practically an understatement. OC story.

Author's Babble :
Oh, it's i.d.v. again. Not that glad to see me? Sorry. An injured plot bunny hopped into my lap 2 days ago and I just can't ignore it. It's abominable and heart wrenching to do so.

This is an OC experiment.

P.S. This is somewhat based on a true event. What?!

Enjoy!

I was practically leaping with joy as I tried to untangle myself from my sheets. I haven't slept a wink from all the excitement that was bubbling within me, it made me restless the whole night. Who wouldn't be? One of my mom's cousins promised to give me a vacation to my mom's sister in Italy after I graduate. And I'll be going there all by myself. Ah, heaven.

I donned in my favorite casual wear: white rubber shoes, denim pants, cerulean shirt, and light ash hoodie. Oh, my Vongola LED watch and Vongola Mist crystal necklace too, can't just leave them. Besides, there is no harm in wearing anime accessories right? I grab my black and grey backpack and went to catch a ride to the airport.

The airport was quite busy, but it doesn't matter. I've been on a plane several times before, so, I know my way around. After checking-in, I proceeded to the outbound gate and rode the plane. (I don't need to tell the entire process, right?)

Looking down the plane's window to see your country below is plain bliss. Looking down to see other countries below is surreal. Oh, my. Good thing only a small smile could be seen on my face. Whew, thank heavens.

The intercom sounded and a voice said we'll be touching down in a few. I secured my seatbelt and waited for the turbulence. I let out a huge sigh and readied myself.

I hailed a cab outside the airport and directed the driver to my aunt's house. Good thing I knew a few Italian words, though I'm better at understanding a conversation than speaking it. Along the way, I noticed the cab driver being uncharacteristically quiet. I knew for the most part that they should be talkative and easygoing, especially to the foreigners. Most of them talk about almost everything, just to get you acquainted, and I doubt this this guy's poker face is an exception. His expression, as if etched on stone, doesn't bode well.

I tried to be discreet in observing the guy. Using the window as a mirror instead of directly watching him, making it looks like I'm admiring the scene outside. His expression didn't change a bit. Pulling out my phone, I tapped it to look at the map and GPS. Shoot, we're running off course. Is this kidnapping or what? I certainly don't look like a rich kid, never mind that I just got out the plane by myself.

I heard the locks engage. You got to be kidding me. We're now on some lesser populated district. The car veered left and entered an alleyway, stopping in front of a door on the wall. I saw the guy pulling out something; it was a gun with a silencer. I blanched and froze on my seat. He then said something that was clearly not of my field to learn to find out. Out of terror, I reverted to my native tongue. Scrunching my eyebrows, I said, "Ano", which in Italian means "anus". Oh, Primo, Just my freaking luck.

The guy proceeded to tie me up. I didn't dare try to fight back; he has a gun for heaven's sake. He unlocked the door and roughly pushed me inside the dark building.

"Ecco il Vongole", the guy said to someone. My head snapped at the word "vongole". 'Wait, what's going on here?', I thought, 'What's with kidnapping me and mentioning clam all of a sudden? Are they talking about lunch?' My stomach grumbled at that thought. Even in that seemingly threatening situation, I sweat dropped. Good thing it wasn't that loud.

I heard the shuffling of feet coming towards me. As far as I could tell, there were more than 20 men in the immediate vicinity. Someone roughly pulled me up as the lights were turned on. I blinked and saw more than 40 men scattered in the area. They were all wearing suits. The man in front of me tilted his head to the side and one guy proceeded to grab my necklace.

"E 'il guardiano della nebbia allora." The man in the center said, probably a higher up.

'Nebbia? Guardiano? What's with these weird people talking about weird things? And still they look so serious.' I mused, 'First vongole, then- Oh holy- You don't mean- You don't expect me to believe-", and my mind was in utter chaos.

Hmmm? What do you think?