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A loud slap resounded inside the room, making the occupants deathly silent. His black fedora flew across the room from the intensity of the slap, landing near the door. The sound of ragged breathing then followed the silence, before a shout.

"Why did you say that!?" A navy-haired woman growled. "It was okay for us if you blew up the whole Red Light District, Reborn, but you've gone too far with you shitty attitude! You knew she was hurting-Reborn, she's still human! We may have lost our sense of humanity to get stronger, but she struggled hard not to. Give her some gratitude to asshole!"

Reborn stayed silent, head facing the side, a red line marred on his left cheek. He had no words to counter hers, because he knew it was true. It was his fault that this happened to him, and maybe, this was retribution. He stayed silent, not wanting to anger the woman any further.

But said woman was not done yet with her rage. "What, now you got nothing to say, you smug bastard?" She said, a bit calmer now. Yet, anger was evident in her voice. The scar on her cheek seemed to glow from her anger, and seemed to resurface when it was already healing. "This is what's wrong with you, Reborn. This is what makes you...an outcast. It's always about you-you-you and you. Yeah, we're Arcobaleno, the strongest group of shit in the Mafia, but come on, even we need to be decent bastards to be who we are."

"I'm not self-centered, Lal." Reborn finally spoke, still not facing the woman. "I do what's best for what I think. And I think that Luce needed that wake up call that she needed to snap out of that useless trance."

In his mind, Reborn was going haywire. Pictures were everywhere, pictures of this woman. His memories took out her pictures, and scattered them on a table. Pictures of her laughing hard, blushing, serious...everything he had on her. And slowly, bit by bit, a fire engulfed the table from the feet. It crept up slowly...surely...until it reached the pictures...her pictures...Black eyes slowly began to glow, and it took all his self-control to not let loose, and be unnoticed about it too.

A scoff came from the woman, Lal. A dry smirk crawled its way up to her facial features as she placed a hand on her hip. "'Useless trance,' you say? You've been in that same fucked-up trance before, you know. You don't have any right to say that." She said, her anger now in control. "And also, you bastard, what you think isn't always necessarily right. So, when you act on that wrong belief, it makes you self-centered because you actually believe that you're correct, when you're not." She frowned. "Or maybe yet, self-absorbed would be a good word."

"Lal." A stern voice came from the sidelines. Concerned blue eyes mixed with seriousness glowed and bore into her lightly glowing burgundy ones, somewhat trying to calm her down and place her down. Lal's eyes widened, before she narrowed them again, and sighed.

"Reborn." Now, said blue eyes drifted to man clad in black, noticing the glowing obsidian hues. "Reborn, look at me."

Said man turned to look at him, and glared. "Colonello." Reborn said, a promise of pain evident in his voice. "What do you want? Going to lecture me too?"

"No." The blonde, Colonello, said. "I wouldn't want to waste my time on you. I know for a fact you actually didn't listen to Lal, so what makes me think you'll listen to me?" He deadpanned, clicking his tongue. Cerulean hues glowed brighter, and Reborn winced as his eyes' glow dimmed. Colonello smirked. "I'm not gonna do anything to both of you. I'm only doing this to be what I am-the calming rain." His eyes drifted to the both of them, and he opened his mouth. "Kora!"

In a flash, both of them fell to their knees, glows gone; Lal fainted, and Reborn pulled himself back up immediately. He got his fedora, placed it back on his head, and sighed. It was lucky he was able to control himself.

Dusting himself of any dirt, he turned to face the others, and locked eyes with Colonello, and gave a small nod of gratitude. Colonello nodded back, and Reborn walked out the room, silently, his mind and heart calmed by the rain.

"What is this new formula all about, Verde?" A scientist asked the other, Verde. "Would you mind telling us?"

A man with dark green gravity-defying hair looked at him, and pushed his glasses up his nose. "Of course." The man, Verde, said. "After all, you men have the best test subjects i know of-though I've never seen them-they produce effective results, from your records, no?"

The other scientists chuckled and nodded in agreement, darkness lacing their laughs. That's right. Professor Verde, part of the Arcobaleno, would never find out about their test subjects. Their...experiments. All they would give him is the information and the money for buying his formulas and all. It was a fair give and take on the scientists' part, but clearly, Verde needed to take more in this case.

"Well," Verde began, taking out a glass casing, in which inside swirled a clear, transparent liquid. "I've been working on it for quite some time now, but it has not been given a definite label yet." He said. "This formula is a mix of the three most noted formulas I've given you all, but all have been partially diluted in order to mix effectively and normally as possible. Now, care to enumerate the previous ones I've given you."

One scientist spoke up for all. "Sir, you have given us a lot, but the three most significant ones are S324-11, which makes ones flames stronger and clearer by force; R887-X, which makes ones inner power come out and be twisted into something else if acted upon immediately; T59804, the most dangerous one so far, as it not only forces out the flames twice as hard as S324-11, but it also forces out every other power they have, and works harder and more efficiently on those with flames, and those with the power that only a handful of mafiosi have: Splendore."

Verde smirked noticeably, his own dark green hues giving their soft glow at this statement. Bringing up the glass in front of his eyes, he focused on it and mumbled, "Strike."

The glass was then struck by lighting, and said form of light cackled around it. Verde was not hurt at all, of fazed. Instead, he took this chance to explain more. "Correct. I've taken all those formulas and struck them with lightning flames in order for them to be properly diluted-don't worry, this won't be diluted any longer, as the case is lighting, bullet, and fire-proof-. Afterwards, I mixed them together, and added some things that weren't in the previous ones: Gunpowder, and...Blood."

Lighting stopped cackling, and the glow faded. "Not evident, right? The blood I've placed here is no ordinary blood, gentlemen. It's a mixture of certain people's blood, which have taken great efforts to find, and mixing these rarities have caused a great chemical reaction, in which it has turned clear. And the gunpowder selected is a special type: the ones those under Millefiore use against Vongola."

A scientist raised his hand for all. "Sir, whose blood samples have you placed, that makes it so special?"

"Heh." Verde smirked. "Good question there, gentlemen. These blood is no ordinary blood, as you can see. I would love to tell you, but first..." Again, the glow was seen, and all scientists realized what this was. Was the secret this big?

"I'll have you all swear under Omerta for this."

The metal bars slid open as another figure entered the jail cell of the two boys. Eyes hidden by his hat, he analyzed the two. One, the green-haired boy; Fran...he's seen him before, the Presented Experiment just last Thursday, from what his memory says. He was dull, blank, emotionless, and very blunt to the point that it becomes insulting.

He was interesting though...but then his eyes drifted to the other one, the brunet; Tsuna.

He took in the appearance in his mind. Short and girly in appearance, quiet as well, but not as blank as the other. He noticed the makeshift bandage over his eye, and he smirked.

This would do.

Harshly, he grabbed Tsuna's arm and brought him up, earning a cry of pain from said boy. That seemed to have riled up a reaction from the other, as he stood up as well and glared. "What are you fatasses doing?"

The man twitched, but kept his smirk in tact. "Heh. I'm taking yer friend for anoth'r round." He took in the facial expression of the green-haired kid: Blank. But his eyes spoke a different story altogether. "Don't worry, it ain't the usual, no. He's gonna be treated extra special today, with all 'em new formulas coming in." He was gruff and had an accent, and that irritated Fran. A lot. "What, stop glarin' at me, kid."

"I'm not a kid, you dumbass." Fran said bluntly. "We're teenager, unlike you, an old man."

"Well, I care nuthin' 'bout yer ages nor mine." The man scoffed and hurled Tsuna over his shoulder. "But the only thin' I care 'bout is which of ya' two are more interestin'. Which of ya' two are stronger in these exp'riments." He grinned maliciously, and slapped Tsuna's back as hard as he could, earning a cough of pain from said brunet. "And it seems to me tha' this kid right here is the more ex'primented one here, meaning he's gotta be st'rnger."

With that said, the man walked out, shutting the jail shut. Fran tried to run out in attempts to catch him, but instead, he nearly got his arm squished in by the closing bars, only getting a nasty gash on said arm. "Tsuna!" He shouted, shaking the bars as his chains shackled against them. "Give him back! Take me instead!"

"Fran!" Tsuna cried out. "Fran!"

The man paid no mind to Fran, or to Tsuna's cry of help and agony. "Tch! Shut up, you brat!" Tsuna gasped as two shost rang out and felt his shoulder slack. Blood oozed out the hole on his right shoulder, and the man blew the smoke from his gun before keeping it. That kept the brunet quiet and panic about his mound, and the man felt proud of himself, and carried on.

Fran stayed quiet and in a daze, never actually seeing his friend been shot before. He fell to his knees, and stared, not minding the shot wound he received by his neck, that continued to ooze blood. Instead, he mumbled to himself... "Tsuna..."