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I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn

I groaned as I woke up.

Let's see, where was I again?

I don't ever recall having a bed this comfy…Oh yeah, I took a fake test and found out my parents were in...the mafia...

I grimaced as the memories of yesterday invaded my poor brain that was still recovering from information overload.

Apparently I was a billionaire now and I would never have to worry about money again.

I also recall Matt saying he would give me a tour today and introduce me to some random people that I really didn't care about.

I searched for something to wear in my over-sized closet filled with extravagant clothes that were strangely my size and found the plainest and simplest outfit.

Which just so happened to be a white ruffled T-shirt made with some kind of super soft material and black leather shorts plus knee high boots with two silver buckles on it.

What the heck is up with these peoples' fashion sense?

And how come no matter how hard I look I can't find a perfectly ordinary, regular t-shirt?

Apparently, rich people never wear ordinary t-shirts. Go figure.

I quickly went into my bathroom and looked at my reflection.

Same old waist long black hair and bangs.

My pale skin looked even paler than usual.

I wonder why?

Maybe it was because of the immense stress of everything that happened yesterday and the fact that I was chased around a maze by a rabid hound that later had bloody death courtesy of yours truly.

My freakishly bright, silver eyes, blinked back at me in the over-sized mirror and I quickly made myself presentable.

Then I sat on my bed and waited for the newly discovered human being by the name of Matt.

Maybe I was up early?

I decided to reminisce about the things that happened yesterday.

~Flashback~

I gaped at him in disbelief and said,

'I'm a what?'

'Like I said, your parents were high ranking mafioso so yeah...they were really rich.'

I sat there, dumbstruck.

I was a billionaire?

Me, that sad little poor, under-aged kid living in a tiny apartment who never got enough to eat was rich?

Well, I guess this was good news...

'You're probably tired, aren't you?'

True. I was getting sleepy.

What time was it? I lost track a while after we started our conversation in this room.

'Follow me, I'll lead you to your room.'

'I have a room here?'

'Yes, it was prepared before we sent you the letter.'

Wow, I never knew that human beings other than myself could be intelligent enough to plan ahead!

Don't blame me, I lived in the streets for a year before I got an apartment...

Some of the people I encountered were so stupid they couldn't tell the difference between wood and cardboard.

We walked down the hall and stopped at a door with the name Mei Kurogane ingraved on it in big, silver letters.

Nice. Reaaal Nice.

Being rich definitely has perks...

I walked in and Matt waved at me from the door.

'See you tomorrow! I'll be giving you a tour of the mansion since you'll be staying here for awhile. Oh, and I'll also introduce you to some new people.'

'Right'

I closed the door and examined my room closely.

There were dark blue, velvet curtains framing a large, glass window next to a small-ish(compared to the rest of the room) wooden desk.

On the other side of the room, there was a walk-in closet and a expensive looking queen-sized bed plus a personal bathroom with a Jacuzzi.

I poked the pillow.

It was so soft!

I could totally get used to this.

~ End Flashback ~

There was a knock on the door and I called out,

'Come in.' in my usual bored voice of uncaring-ness that I never bothered to insert emotion into.

The door opened to reveal Matt dressed in somewhat casual clothes (only if your idea of casual involves a leather jacket,a high-collared white T-shirt with a tie, black pants, and leather shoes. Must be a mafia thing. At least it's better than a suit, isn't it?)

'Mei! Good morning! I see you wake up early!'

'Oh hey, Matt' I responded.

'You remember what I said yesterday right? Well, let's get started on your tour!'

We exited the room and he started telling me about all the twists and turns in the mansion.

After listening to him ramble on and on for about 2 hours, I just tuned him out and gazed around at everything lazily because I'm a laid back person who loses attention when a lecture hits the 30 minute mark.

Just how long was this tour?

Did I really have to know about every teeny tiny detail?

Suddenly, my stomach grumbled loudly and I blushed a dark shade of red.

Matt glanced at me and chuckled.

'You haven't had breakfast either, have you?'

Of course I haven't, you idiot!

I had to put up with you rambling on about utterly pointless crap from the moment I walked out of my room!

'No.' I muttered.

'Well, let's go down to the dining hall and grab a bite to eat!'

We changed directions and soon arrived at a large room filled with fancy tables and chairs. (I still have a hard time accepting the fact that I'm rich)

A butler came and greeted us immediately.

'Good morning. What would you like for breakfast today?'

Matt glanced at me expectantly and I quickly said,

'Some toast and milk please.'

I just spewed out some random stuff off the top of my head while Matt said,

'The usual, please.'

Hey, don't blame me.

I was practically penniless until yesterday and I never, ever ordered stuff at restaurants because I was too poor to do so and if I had the money to do that, I would've used it on something useful like a giant stock of bread or something.

'Please wait a few moments. I will come back with your order.'

The butler bowed and left.

Man, I really wasn't used to this sort of stuff at all!

Matt and I sat down at a table and started talking.

'So, who are you going to introduce me to?'

'Well, our little group doesn't have many members and most of them are on missions anyways so I'll introduce you to some of your parents' close friends. You already know Luke, don't you? The people you meet will also be your trainers since you technically are a new recruit.'

'Great.'

My parents' friends as trainers huh? Wonder what they'll be like...

'Your meal has arrived.' said the butler.

He had a cart with what I assumed was our breakfast.

'Thanks' I said

He smiled nicely and then set up the table.

'Please enjoy.'

I glanced down at my plate and saw...the fanciest piece of toast ever created in the history of fancy toast.

I'm not kidding!

It was the perfect shade of golden brown and it was decorated with exquisite designs made of some sort of syrup that seemed to sparkle.

Seriously, how the heck did they get it to sparkle like that?

It shouldn't be possible! And toast goes with syrup? I thought that was only for pancakes...

And did I mention the absolutely flawless strawberries and blueberries stacked in the middle?

Don't even get me started on the milk.

It was practically heaven in a cup!

After I finished the most epic breakfast of my life, I looked over at Matt who was also almost done.

Since I didn't want to listen to him go on and on about the utterly pointless details on the mansion anymore, I asked,

'Sooooooo, since we're done with the tour, who am I going to meet first?'

Please tell me the tour's over. I can't take another 2 hours of pointless lectures of complete crap!

He swallowed and said,

'Well, Alicia was your mom's best friend so I'll introduce you to her first. She specializes in gathering information, computers, and managing money.'

Gathering information?

Oh, right.

Mafia stuff.

He finished his meal and lead me through the winding hallways yet again.

A couple minutes later, we were standing in front of a door that was decorated quite nicely.

'Alicia! I'm here with our new member!'

The door opened and revealed the woman who I supposed was Alicia.

'Come on in!' she said.

We entered the room to find…all types of electronics, probably every type of computer ever invented , a large desk, and a couple chairs.

Daaaang.

No wonder she's the information specialist.

'You must be Mei!' she exclaimed. 'You look just like a vampire!'

'Ummmmm, thanks?' I said in confusion.

Well, aren't you the polite one.

'Hey, Alicia, that's rude.' Matt scolded.

'Oh, sorry! It was a joke that I shared with your mom. I always teased her about how she looked like a vampire! You look just like her so it just slipped out!'

'Oh, it's alright.'

Even I had to admit, I sorta did look like a vampire.

All I was missing was some fangs and red eyes (and no I am not into Twilight and the moment some random girl I meet goes into a rant about vampires and their awesome sparkles I want to kill something and then stay out in the sun for a few hours and get a tan which is sadly impossible because I burn in less than ten minutes and I needed massive amounts of sunscreen. Don't. Rub. It. In. I will slaughter you if you do.)

'Mei, Alicia's going to teach you how to manage money and computers.'

Hmm? Oh yeah, he mentioned something about training I think.

'Soooooo...wanna get started?' Alicia asked.

'Sure, why not?'

'I'll leave you two at it then.' said Matt.

He then went out the door and closed it behind him.

'Alright! First of all, you need to get a personal laptop! As a present from me, pick any one from this room!' Alicia said excitedly.

'Really? Any one of them?'

'Yep!'

Wow, that was nice of her.

I had always wanted a laptop but me being that poor little girl next door, I never had the money to afford such awesomeness called technology.

I looked around the room in search of something that suited my rather unique tastes.

I searched for a long time, but sadly, none of them were my type.

Then a gleam caught my eye.

I headed towards it and found the perfect match.

It was a small/medium sized all-black laptop that had a fancy rose design on top.

I opened it and it revealed a snow-white keyboard that fitted my fingers perfectly and a silver mouse.

Oh, and there was another little rose symbol on the left corner but that's an unimportant detail...

I didn't even bother looking at the rest because I knew that this was the one.

I picked it up and asked,

'Can I have this one?'

Alicia looked up from the computer she was typing at.

When the heck did she start typing?

'Of course! Now that you have your own laptop, I'll teach you how to manage it!'

And that was how my first lesson started.

'So how was Alicia?' Matt casually asked.

He had come back to pick me up a couple hours later.

'She was....surprising'

During the first couple minutes, it was all fun and games and joy and happiness and all those other positive emotions that I don't feel like listing.

She taught me how to customize my laptop and set up nearly unbreakable security barriers.

Then came the hard stuff.

When she started teaching me how to hack and gather information, she was dead serious.

During that period, she made me stand in sitting position and copy information at absolutely insane speeds.

If I didn't finish within the time limit, I would have to do the entire thing 3 times over.

She also drilled passwords for a variety of important things into my brain until I could type them in my sleep and by the time we were done, I felt dead.

I had learned a very important lesson today.

Just because someone seems nice, it doesn't mean they can't be totally brutal trainers.

'Hey, where are we going?' I asked.

We were in a part of the mansion that I hadn't seen yet and my curiosity was getting the better of me.

'Remember Luke? I'm taking you to see him. He's going to be one of your trainers as well.'

He was one of my trainers? Wonder what he'll teach me.

'We're here.' he said.

In front of us was a simple metal door.

Matt knocked and the door opened to reveal Luke.

'Oh, hey. I've been waiting for you. Mei's with you, right?'

Matt nodded and I waved a little.

'See ya later.' Matt said.

He then turned around and left, yet again.

Why am I getting a sinking sense of deja vu?

'Well, since you already know me, I'll skip introductions and go straight into training. Do you like weapons?'

Weapons? So he was gonna teach me how to fight?

Great.

'Sorta.'

I really didn't know how to handle weapons because in my life, when there's danger, you have two plans.

Plan A: Talk yourself out. If that doesn't work then go

Plan B: Run like hell because a little girl doesn't stand a chance against over-weight city delinquents with a serious thing for cigarettes. (My speed is my best skill. I've never been caught yet)

Fighting never really made sense so I didn't know what sort of training to expect.

I hoped he wasn't like Alicia.

Even though she was fun to be around, she was harsh.

'Since you're a newbie, we'll start with basic weapons and move on from there.'

'Now this is how you...'

He went on and on explaining about how to use simple weapons like pocket knives and daggers and I actually paid attention.

'Alright, do you get the gest of it now?'

'I think so.'

How hard can it be to swing a little blade around?

Very hard, apparently.

Luke started correcting my form, teaching me different moves, telling me about different styles, giving demonstrations, and making me try it out myself.

Now, don't get me wrong.

I'm not trying to say that Luke's just like Alicia.

He was more...considerate. He planned things out.(Sorta. Well, at least compared to Alicia he did.)

As opposed to Alicia who just went, 'YOU HAVE 3 MINUTES TO COPY THIS DOCUMENT! READYSETGO!', he first explained how to do it and told me why I would need to know this stuff in a real battle.

Since he was so considerate and always made sure I wasn't totally confused, I got the hang of it real fast.

But that doesn't mean it wasn't extremely tiring.

After about thirty minutes of repeating the same set of moves over and over, Luke said,

'You've got it down well enough! Let's try sparring!'

THAT was when things got freakin' painful.

Although he was nice enough to hold back and to go easy on me, I was still covered in scratches and didn't get a single hit on him!

I swear, that guy is ridiculously strong!

'Well, you have pretty nice reflexes! Now you just have to learn how to use a gun, spear, staff, sword, and random objects lying around as deadly weapons!'

Just learn how to use a gun, spear, dagger, and sword.

Just learn how to use random objects lying around as weapons.

Am I the only one who thinks that something is seriously wrong with that?

After a couple hours of sparing with Luke, Matt came back to pick me up again.

The first thing he said to me was 'Wow, Luke actually went easy on someone. That's a first. Normally his students come out with twice the amount of wounds you have.'

Gee, thanks, that makes me feel a whole lot better my oh-so-considerate friend.

'Since you're this beat up, it's a good thing my training's next.'

THERE WAS MORE?

'We should hurry up before you bleed to death.'

Why, thank you for noticing that I'm bleeding, but more importantly, THERE'S MORE?

What the heck can I do when I'm currently a bloody pulp with one foot in the grave?

Matt glanced at my expression and said ' Don't worry, I teach history and first aid.'

Oh.

Well, I, for one, could definitely use some first aid.

We arrived in a room which appeared to be a miniature hospital and Matt told me to sit down.

'You need to learn to deal with your own wounds since you're gonna hurt pretty often.'

I was gonna get hurt pretty often?

Divine being of the universe known as the great Kami-sama, please don't tell me I have go through this madness called training every day...

No such luck. I was later informed that is was my permanent schedule.

Matt got out some bandages and other stuff and started to teach me the first-aid details that all good mafioso should know.

'First you have to clean the wound to make sure it doesn't get infected, then wrap it like this and then...'

As he explained, he demonstrated on my cuts and scratches and then told me to try by myself.

It was pretty easy actually.

You just had to clean the wounds and then wrap the the bandages securely so it doesn't fall off.

After I was all patched up, history classes started.

'We are called the Segreto family. We're very famous just about anywhere and everyone knows our name.'

Really? That's pretty ironic considering the name literally means 'secret'.

'Our family isn't exactly an official mafia family. We're more like a band of talented people who work for any family in the Family Alliance.'

'So who's the boss?'

'We don't have one but we do have ranks'

'Ranks?'

'Yes. It's based on strength and experience. You're no exception. Even though your parents were in high ranks, you have to start from the bottom and work your way up.'

Oh, such a shame...world domination (well, more like mafia-family domination...But who can tell the difference?) was so close...

'HOWEVER, this doesn't mean anyone is more important than anyone else. If a member is in trouble, then any fellow member must help. Just think of our family as a big group of super close friends. If you ever need help, send our private SOS signal and someone should show up. And before you ask, I'll be teaching it to you later.'

Aw, how sweet of you guys!

Too bad you didn't consider this one obvious problem.

'What if no one's around?'

'That's not likely. Our members are all over the world but there's always a ally within 100miles. We do our best to keep track of everyone's location and make sure that back-up is available at almost all times.'

Oh.

Well, excuse me for not knowing about the awesome-ness that is my new family...

'How many members do we have?'

'About 64, counting you.'

'Is that few?'

'Compared to official families, very, but remember, we're not official. We're more like a little mini army that helps them out when things get bad. All of our known members are extremely loyal and well trained.'

'I'm well trained?' I said incredulously.

Friend, the best I can do is grab a random stick/knife/pencil/milk carton and bang it on whatever being that might have gone through the trouble of trying to hurt an unimportant little girl with a jacked up life.

...

And I can use a knife...And...umm...karate? It's more like self-trained street fighter skills. (HEY. You try living in the streets of Italy. You need at least SOME common fighting knowledge although I prefer fleeing.)

'I said known members. We'll make sure that you can fend for yourself before we let other families know about you.'

Oh. That makes more sense.

'When'll that happen?'

'In about a year, unless you complete training early. We'll take you to a party and introduce you to other families.'

Oh joy. Can't wait for that to happen...NOT.

'Am I the youngest?'

'Yes, but don't worry. Some people had started when they were 10 and they're still alive today.'

Really? And they didn't go insane? This should be put in the world record books...

'Who?'

'Luke.'

Ohhhhhhh. No wonder he's so strong!

If he endured this stuff from the moment he was ten then it was quite a feat to still be mentally balanced and qualify as a perfectly sane human being.

'Speaking of age, whenever a member turns 14, they receive their first mission.'

'Does that include me?'

'Yes.'

Great. This just keeps getting better and better doesn't it?

'So what's my mission?'

Suddenly, Matt seemed a little on edge.

'We'll tell you about that a couple day's before you leave.'

'Leave?'

'Yeah, you're mission's in Japan.'

'Japan?'

Dang, that's a long way!

'Yup! In the meantime, you'll stay here and everyone will help you become an excellent mafioso!'

How awesome.

In a year, I'll be introduced to deadly criminal organizations, trained well, and then be heading to Japan for a mission I don't even know about yet.

Isn't that just totally wonderful?

'Anymore questions?'

'No.'

Because I don't want to know what sort of horrors await me in this messed up thing called life in the mafia.

'Well, since this is technically your first day, I'll let you go early.'

Really? How nice.

'Do you know the way to your room?'

'I think so.'

Yeah, I would know considering the fact that you gave me a 2 hour lecture on the mansion.

Looks like my stay here was going to be really busy.

~ A Really Long Time Later~

About 11 months have passed and I was now 14 and a half-decent-ish mafioso.

In that time, I had learned how to use many different weapons even though I specialize in none, gained pretty good reflexes, learned how to hack computers, and could treat nearly any wound on a human being that is still breathing (And I GREW! Yes! Just a couple more inches to go!...But I'm still short...).

Right now I was the center of attention in a room filled with highly dangerous mafioso capable of ending a life with the snap of a finger.

What the hell happened?

Let's see...

~ About three hours ago ~

It was just a 'normal' day in the mansion when suddenly, Alicia came up to me (charged at me and got right up in my face) and said,

'There you are! I've been looking all over for you! Follow me! Quick!'

'Huh?'

Was my intelligent response.

She grabbed my arm and dragged me to...a room filled with fancy dresses, make-up artists, hair-stylists, and a single, evil-looking chair.

Oh hell no.

'Alicia...what's going on?'

My sixth sense is screaming to me 'Run for you life, idiot!'

'We're preparing you for a party!' Alicia cheerfully announced.

'Party?'

Don't tell me...

'Yeah! We're going to announce your existence to the mafia world!'

...I thought so.

'Do I really have to go through all this? Can't I just put on a dress and be on my way?'

Oh, how I hated make-up.

It was like my long-lost arch-enemy (It was just so...icky. And fake. And powdery and messy and horrid and...yeah, you get the idea...)

And to me, hair-stylists were a complete waste of time considering I always leave my hair down or put it up in a simple ponytail at times to keep it out of my face (like during sparring).

'NO. YOU MUST DRESS APPROPRIATELY AND LOOK GORGEOUS.' Alicia ordered with dangerous fire glinting in her eyes.

With that, she forced me into the chair and the horrid ordeal as a dress-up doll began.

Two hours later, my hair was in this really fancy curly hairstyle and I was in a white/silver, short sleeved dress that ended a couple inches above my knees that had this black corset-ish thing that squeezed my waist and silver and white ruffles starting from there.

The procedures were horrible and I could have swore these people were doing it on purpose.

Was that someone chuckling outside the door?

If I ever find out that 'someone' told them to make the process as painful as possible I guarantee I will murder someone.

Did I mention how horrible the make-up felt? ( I mean... it's just...make-up. Urg.)

It was like my face was covered in a thick mask of drying mud that reeked of stuff I didn't have a name for.

'You look absolutely fabulous!' Alicia cried.

Fabulous? I certainly didn't feel fabulous. On the contrary, I fell like the complete opposite.

During the time I was going through torture, Alicia had put on a dark green gown that reached the floor, applied make-up, and made her light brown hair all wavy and fancy looking.

How come she didn't have to go through the hell I went through?

'Are you two ready?' a familiar voice called.

'Yep! We're all set!' Alicia answered cheerfully.

Well.

Looks like the boys are all dressed up as well.

Apparently, Luke had even gone through the trouble of using hair gel to tame his usually messy blond hair just for this occasion.

I guess I should appreciate it, but...after that horrid sequence of torture under the cover of 'applying make-up?'

No. I don't think so.

As for Matt, his dark brown hair was just the same as usual because he's the type of person who really doesn't care and is just so damn lucky that he's a guy.

Again, it never ceases to amaze me on how a man's life is so much easier than one of a girls.

We went into a limo and were on our (not-so) merry way.

'So what families are going to be there?' I asked.

I hoped none of the major families were there.

I really didn't need the unwanted attention of deadly criminal organizations that can make nuclear warfare seem minor if they ever go on rampage. (Trust me, I know what I'm talking about...)

'Oh, there's many but the important one's are the Cavallone and Vongola.' Matt replied.

Noooooooooo...

'Don't worry, after we introduce you, you can hide in a corner or something.' said Luke.

Yep, that's exactly what I'm gonna do.

A couple weeks ago, Matt had told me that our members were so popluar that all known members had a giant waiting list of clients and nearly every family wanted to recruit us because we were just so totally awesome like that.

He said that since we were unofficial, we could join other families, but everyone tried to refrain from doing so since that would probably cause the rest of our members to be hunted down and pestered constantly by pointless requests, or missions, or recruitment, or information selling or...yeah lots of stuff.

Not that they weren't already, mind you.

The car stopped and we arrived.

In front of us was a mansion even bigger than our own and the guard asked us for our names and invitations.

When we stated our names, his eyebrows shot up and he promptly yelled,

'The Segretos are here!' in a unnecessarily loud voice and successfully broadcasted our existence to the room of sheer death waiting to happen.

And that was why we were now the dead center of attention.

~ End Flashback~

I gulped as I looked around the elegantly decorated room.

People noticed us immediately and began heading our way with malicious glints in their eyes that spelled trouble and possible kidnapping.

And yes. I can tell. I've had much experience via Segreto Style Spartan Training.

'Is this the new member?' one of them asked.

'Yes.' said Matt. ' Her name is Mei and she just joined us recently.'

They started eyeing like a pack of wolves and I was tense and ready to take action.

'So how old are you?'

'14'

Underneath my completely fake mask of calm and peace, I was dead nervous and definitely not going to last for long.

I mean, hello? They could sort of kill me? Or my family?

One of the things that Matt taught me was that is if you show weakness, other mafioso will take advantage of it instantly because they are such evil douche-bags who do stuff like that for whatever petty selfish desires they might have.

'Does that mean you'll be receiving a mission soon?'

'Her mission has already been decided.'

They looked like they were going to ask more but suddenly, much to my relief, a voice yelled,

'The Cavallone Family is here!'

Heads swiveled and the crowd dispersed rapidly.

I breathed out a sign and glanced at my tutors.

'Can I go hide now? That was downright creepy just now.'

Seriously, it was.

'Sure.' said Luke.

'We'll look for you when we're about to leave.' added Alicia.

'Good Luck.' called Matt.

I looked around and decided to head to the balcony where it seem empty and quiet and free of ill-intending mafioso.

There was a little table with some juice and a couple chairs not to mention the fact that no one can see me thanks to the thick curtains.

I relaxed and sipped a cup of juice as I admired the view.

It's so nice... I thought.

Too bad it wasn't gonna last long because this is the mafia world and when you're happy, someone will make sure to ruin it because that's the way things work and it's an unending cycle of misfortune that can't be broken and never will since no one in the past 400 years had such insanely good luck.

Which is why the balcony door suddenly flew open and slammed shut.

I nearly spilled my juice all over my ridiculously expensive dress in surprise.

A man with messy, long-ish blond hair was panting heavily and muttering something about rabid fangirls.

I raised an eyebrow and decided to find out what the heck was wrong.

'Hey.' I said.

I swear the guy nearly jumped 3 feet in the air when he heard my voice.

Then he turned around and said,

'Oh, hey there. I didn't see you.'

Yeah, everyone says that because I'm an insignificant little prick who's existence doesn't deserve to be recognized...

'It's alright. Care to tell me why you were in such a rush?'

Yeah, why would a grown man be panting heavily while hiding on a balcony muttering about rabid fangirls?

'Well, I was being chased by fangirls and this seemed like a good place to hide so I came here. Sorry if I'm bothering you.'

You just ruined my precious moment of peace and happiness.

Of course you're not bothering me.

'Oh, it's okay. I'm practically here for the same reason.'

Yeah, I was avoiding all the deadly mafioso that might try to get me to join a family, accept a mission, sell information, ect.

'My name's Dino. I'm the boss of the Cavallone Family.'

HOLY CRAP.

This guy was the boss of the third strongest family in our alliance?

No wonder he has rabid fangirls.

'I'm Mei.'

'So why are you apart from the rest of the party?'

He didn't know who I was? Yes! It's a miracle!

Thank you God for showing mercy and giving me this one miracle that prevents me from being mobbed by deadly human beings known as power-crazy mafioso.

'I wanted some peace and quiet.'

Was my very detailed and very honest response.

It can't hurt to keep him in the dark, now can it? (Maybe it can, but who cares?)

We started talking about random stuff and soon, he said,

'You're a nice friend! Can I have your phone number so we can keep in touch after this party?'

I'm nice? I never knew that...Thank you for informing me about this important fact.

'Sure, it's XXX-XXX-XXXX. What's yours?'

Did I mention I had a cell phone?

It's black and shiny and I got one for my birthday.

After we traded numbers, a middle aged man with glasses and a mustache opened the balcony door and said,

'Boss! There you are! We've been looking all over for you! The party's almost over!'

'Oh, sorry Romario. I was hiding from fangirls and lost track of time talking with Mei.'

Oh, he forgot about time for me?

I feel so honored...

My existence has finally been acknowledged...

When Romario saw me, his eyes widened.

'Aren't you the new member of the Segreto organization?'

Aww crap. There goes my cover.

Dino did a double-take and gawked at me.

'You're the new member of that famous organization! You're the talk of the mafia! Why didn't you tell me!'

Cuz I didn't want to.

'Err...you said you were the boss of the Cavallone family, so at first I thought you'd try to recruit me like the others. Sorry I hid that from you...'

Meh, and I was having so much fun, too...

He recovered and said,

'Don't worry! I wouldn't do such a thing since I know that you'd just refuse. Besides, I had a good time chatting with you. Hope we can meet again!'

He waved as subordinate, Romario, dragged him off to the direction of a group of men in suits.

Probably the rest of his men.

I waved back and suddenly remembered that Romario said the party was almost over.

Oh, man, that meant Alicia and the others were probably looking everywhere for me.

I went back in the building and soon enough, Luke spotted me and exclaimed,

'There you are! We were starting to think you were kidnapped since we couldn't find you!

'Sorry, I was on the balcony.'

Geez, you thought I was kidnapped?

I'm not that pathetic.

'The others are waiting in the limo! Let's go!'

As we made our way to the limo, I thought I saw a pair of dark, gleaming eyes staring at me but it suddenly vanished.

I shrugged it off.

This was a mafia party. It could have been anything.

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