Revolution and Secrets
Location: Sicily, Italy
From the outside world, many argue that the Mafia has started at some other country but the original terms of "Capo" are from Italy. In the beginning, the Mafia seemed similar to gangs or even Yakuza, nevertheless the Mafia in its years of fighting have evolved from scrawny thug life to a whole organization with its own agendas. Subordination to the higher rank and the alternate meaning to "Family." The Mafia which spread world-wide gathered over a millions Families. The strongest Family had the most connections, the most weapons, a contract to the Rainbow and one of the seven vital fraction of the Mafia; the Vongola Family.
Vongola was distinctly created some five hundred years ago to protect the town of Sicily. As the generation of Family took over the precedents, Vongola developed into a notorious Family that reigned with cruel actions and harsh words. Vongola Ottavo has ruled after the death of Vongola Settimo. She was at her prime age, bright copper eyes and a cold demeanor that fits as the Donna. She was always spotted for her bright red suit with the Vongola coat of arms. Her reign was peaceful enough for her to announce the new Vongola Boss. At the moment, the Eight Generation has passed the position to the Ninth Generation. Ottavo has reached her peak, in age and in charisma.
"Timoteo," Forest hair and a gentle smile greeted Nono.
He nodded in acknowledgement. "Mother."
"There's something I would like to show you," his brow rose.
Never in his entire life has he heard Ottavo say something like. A puzzlement came over him. He followed her. They ambled to places that he had not had a chance to explore since the inheritance. She stopped, in front of a wall at the far east of the mansion. It was grey like cement and stretched for about ten meters wide and six meter tall. She pushed a block and a part of the wall risen up. It revealed a passage stairs trailing down and candle lights on both sides appearing every fives stairs.
The stairs went down in spirals and dozens of flights until the candle lighting was no longer there and an arc was visible. It was dim yet well lit inside. He rubbed his arms, a feeling of coldness was there and the same time, not there. Copper eyes scanned the room, beige colored walls and pillars with a glacier. Timoteo scrutinized at glacier once again, inside the block of ice was a figure of a human.
"Mother, is this-?" He turned to Daniela, eyes filled with disbelief.
"Yes. A Prototype." Her eyes strayed from the girl to the floor and finally meeting his gaze.
"A Prototype…" he whispered. Realization widen his eyes, "Was this from the auction? Why is it here?"
"I am old and unable to protect her," Ottavo touched the glacier.
"Protect? Mother, I don't quite follow."
Daniela chuckled, "She's something that I made a trade for."
"Are you implying that she's that special?" Nono asked in disbelief.
Glazed copper eyes turned to him. "Timoteo, would you be interested in a little story?"
In a flower field, a younger Ottavo sat with a crown of flowers on her head. A smile on her face as her eyes followed another figure dancing in the middle of the grassland. The dancer had long ink-black hair with dazzling silver eyes to match her striking features. The dark haired beauty wore a simple white versatile dress. Daniela, on the other hand, wore a black suit contrary to her bright red. "If you keep dancing like that you'll trip."
The lady giggled, "No, I won't! Daniela quit spoiling my fun. It's been awhile since we could just meet like this!"
"Are you not hungry at all?" Ottavo dusted herself.
The lady stopped mid-spin, "Hmmm… Gelato!"
Daniela sighed, "Is that all you're going to eat?"
"It's because Daniela is treating!" She grabbed Ottavo's hand and dashed up the hill.
Silver eyes gazed down to Ottavo, a bittersweet smile on her face, "Daniela, you know…" Copper eyes glanced at the dancer with inquiry, "He he he, nevermind." A melancholy smile on her face.
The two ladies rode in a black SUV and made their way to their destination, a Gelato parlor. They entered the parlor, oblivious to their surroundings. High upon a building several streets away, a snowy haired arranged his weapon. His jade eyes zoomed onto the ink-black hair of the dancer. His savior's orders were simple, all he had to do was to pill the trigger and assert the kill.
"'That woman has to die, because of her, I couldn't perfect it! It's all her fault! If she didn't meet them! If she didn't exist!'"
Aldo crooked his rifle, scope centered onto the dancer. The glass window shattered and the lady fell to the floor, a crimson puddle rapidly expanded. Ottavo franticly grabbed her and directed her guards. The men scattered around the two however it would be for not. The target would die within moments before Ottavo could even reach a doctor. He prepared to leave and without warning, he staggered bloodspot from his mouth as he clutched his chest. Glazed jade greens followed the direction of the bullet, "How unexpected…"
"Stay with me, -! " The car sped through the lull city in pieces of mosaics. Copper eyes trailed from the wounded dancer to their destination, she exhaled, "Take the next left here."
Basilio Anastacio never imagined that his beloved would return to him princess-carried by a bloodstained Vongola Ottavo. Swiftly, he opened the door and led the bloodied pair to his quarters. There, Daniela carefully rested the dying dancer while the lover arranged the necessary medical tools. She shook to the side of the bed, her blemish hands clawed onto her shoulders, "She's not going to make it. She lost too much blood! I should have been more careful. I should-"
"If you had been less idiotic, I wouldn't have ever seen her again but because you brought her here, I'll save her." With that, he began to treat the wound. Within minutes, he took out the bullet and wrapped the wound. The injured was not out of Death's grasp yet. She sweated profusely and took shallow breaths.
In the quiet silence of the treatment, copper eyes stared at the aquamarine haired male, "Basilio, I want you to put that plan into action."
He paused, "You realize that is one of the highest treason that Vendicare would punish right?"
"I'll handle that. Vendicare allow it, so do it."
Location: Sicily, Italy
"…" He closed his eyes, fist tightly gripped, "Mother-"
"Timoteo, this is one of the gravest secrets of Vongola." His mother's eyes never waving from the girl's figure, "I gave my title to save Gelato."
"Mother, this is the Mafia. Lives are always lost, like grandfather."
"One day you'll understand. One day you will risk everything for something that seemed insignificant to the eyes of others. She… she's my only friend, Timoteo. She wasn't scared or vengeful towards me at all. I love her." The dignified armor Ottavo wore cracked to reveal a defenseless woman, "A time will come that the Zero Point Breakthrough will melt and she would wake up. When that happens, please abide my wish."
Copper eyes stared at the frozen figure and taking every detail of the Prototype. "Just for you mother," he sighed.
A gleam of relief passed her eyes, "Let's go back, everyone must be looking for us everywhere." She faced him, "How tragic, panicking when we disappear just for a few minutes… You need to toughen then up."
"I'll give my best."
Unknown to the two, a white case was dropped in front of the residents.
"What's this?" The guard eyed the case curiously.
"Why'd ya pick it up? What if it's a bomb?"
Startled by the voice, he blushed. "S-shut up! I knew that!"
"Who would have the guts to deliver such a thing to Vongola anyways?"
"A dumbass." Both subordinates nodded.
"So ya wanna sent it to the Boss?"
He loss color from his face, "No! You do it!" Without a moment to lose, he threw the case to his partner.
Taken by surprise, he was unable to catch it, "Ow! Don't ya suddenly toss that at a person. Ya saw it first, so ya do it!" The other tried to toss it back.
"What the hell are you two doing?" A strict voice boomed.
Both froze and turned to the male, "YOU GIVE IT TO THE BOSS!"
"What? H-hey?" All he could do was raise his brow at them.
In the end, the stern man delivered it to the Boss. Which brought her (Ottavo's) wrath and discipline upon him. It gave him a little flashback when he was a baby and how his mother took care of him. She screamed if he was wrong and she'd hit him for all his worth. Roughly an hour passed, the male's face was whiter than any paper. All men that were present were in no better shape than him. One of them was enjoying the scene with a blank face that betrayed nothing.
Ottavo sighed, "I can't even relax knowing our subordinates are becoming like a bunch of teabags losing all their flavors. Timoteo! You don't ease up either!" The men flinched, faces still the same shade, if it was possible lighter.
"… Yes, mother," he answered back straight and with stage presence.
She sighed, waved them off. Nearly all the members of the meeting scrambled for the door. None were as happy as the male who was thoroughly castigated.
Back in the cellar, the frozen girl slowly opened her eyes. Unmoving, silver eyes changed in many different colors before returning to their dull sense. Gradually, they unfocussed and slowly flickered close once more.
