**This chapter is a flashback.
**Aurelia is 16 in this chapter.
**Both Aurelia and Hikaru are speaking Italian in the next few chapters.
**I will add in a few words in the language the characters are speaking that way it will be easier to know what language they're speaking.

Walking around the bustling city of Venice, a girl was happily licking a spoonful gelato, giggling as she felt some of the icy treat on the corner of her lips.

"Come on,bella, we can go have a little fun back at my place."

The auburn haired girl came to an abrupt stop. Light brown eyes searched around for the voice and landed on a middle aged man. His arm was wrapped around a woman's waist as he had a smirk on his face.

The woman showed no resistance, and that made Aurelia even more worried.

"Agh," she groaned, glancing down at her half eaten gelato cup. She quickly looked up and panicked when she saw the man's hand drifting even lower.

"I'm so sorry," Aurelia whispered to the gelato before kissing the cup.

Dropping the dessert on the ground, she rushed towards the molester. "OI!BASTARDO! THAT'S NOT HOW YOU TREAT A WOMAN!"

Before the assaulter could turn around and yell at the girl, a hard kick to the temple made his vision turn black.

The teen lowered her leg and glared at the unconscious man.

A loud, deep laugh made her turn around and faced the woman. She had wavy, ginger hair, her green eyes were filled with amusement as a smirk painted her colored lips.

But looking closely, Aurelia's face turned blank. "Ah. You're a guy."

Another laugh escaped the cross dressing man. "Yes, I am. And that was the funniest thing I have ever seen."

The teen skimmed the limp man across her feet. "You didn't move when he groped you. Were you okay with that?"

"Yes."

Her face was, once again, deadpaned. "Are you alright in the head?"

The ginger still had his smirk. "I'm perfectly fine, thank you for asking. But this," he gestured towards his female attire, "is more for work."

Aurelia blinked. "Work?" Is this guy a trans prostitute?

"Oh, but you're probably confused. My name is Hikaru Asakawa. I'm a novelist writing noir books. I usually dress up as a woman to help me gather information about the criminals in my books."

The brunette felt a bit embarrassed by her assumption. "Oh. That's an interesting way to help your books."

Hikaru looked at her with mirth. "What did you think was my job?"

The girl shrugged. "I thought you were some transvestite prostitute."

Hikaru laughed. "You have no shame, do you?"

"Nope." Aurelia's eyes wandered and landed on one specific area. "Say, if that guy came on too strong, I'm guessing you would have done something, right?"

"Of course. This may be for research but I do have my limits."

Aurelia looked at the adult with a hard stare and pointed at her fallen treat, melting against the pavement. "Then you owe me a new cup of gelato if you could've taken care of yourself."

"Haha, of course."

The two began their trek to a new gelateria, leaving behind the knocked out man.

"By the way, that was a really hard kick. Where'd you learn to do that?"

"I took martial arts at a really young age. So I know how to defend myself. See? Huwah!" Aurelia made a really ugly crane stance.

They laughed as they continued walking.

A/N: YAAAAY a BroCon fanfic! I don't know if I can do Hikaru, but I'll try. I feel like he would tell a few people why he cross dresses, but won't give too much information about it.

I don't know if I should continue this story in Aurelia's POV or not. I'm usually better at writing in my characters POV because it's funnier and you get to know about them better. But I also want to try to write in third person to improve my writing and get that same humor and personality depth. Meh, I'll let you guys decide because I honestly can't.