Gokudera wakes to Uri's scratching and he stretches moaning as he does so, it take a few moments for him to gather the energy needed to leave his bed and stumble out of his room.

"Hold on Uri. I'm coming."

He meanders to the kitchen and quickly makes himself and the small cat breakfast before slowly walking to the table. As he sits down, the small white letter leaning against the pane of glass catches his eye and he moans again, preparing for the worst. He retrieves the letter and sits back down, opening it as he does so.

'I have no intentions of giving you lung cancer by causing you to smoke from stress. I do, however, find you interesting Hayato Gokudera. The faith you have in a man you have known for so short a time. It almost makes me wish for a relationship like you have with your Tenth.

You intrigue me young Hayato, would you like to know my true name? I feel that if I am to do battle with you soon, you should at least know what I am called.'

Gokudera blinks, this letter had no threats in it, and it didn't even read like the same person. Before the writer had seemed arrogant but now they seemed almost amused, curious even. Gokudera would have thought this was a different person all together if not for the fact that the handwriting was the same on all the letters.

"They are going to tell me their name? Why would they do that?"

He stares at the letter for a while, re-reading it and trying to figure this person out before placing it on the table and finding a piece of paper.

A young man watches Gokudera's apartment; he stands on the roof squinting his brown eyes against the sun. He sighs, running a hand through his short black hair, and presses his earpiece.

"Hey Ospray, does the Boss seem...off to you?"

A woman answers him, barely audible over the machinery working in the background.

"A little. Why do you ask?"

"It's just...she seemed shaken when she got back last night."

"Well she did bruise a few ribs, Falcon. That's going to knock anyone, even the Boss, off their game."

"Ospray-"

"Listen Falcon, the Boss is fine. It's getting closer to the anniversary so she's probably just thinking about that."

"I hope you're right Ospray."

"Of course I'm right! Now hurry up and get back here. You and me got an appointment with some Whiskey."

Falcon laughs slightly.

"You drink too much Ospray. Alright, I'll just wait until he leaves for school and then head back."

"Better hurry. You don't show and I win by default."

Falcon walks in to the warehouse that they had made a temporary base in and goes straight the red haired girl who was lounging in her chair, looking bored. As he nears she spots him and sits up.

"You got it?"

"Yeah. Here."

He hands over the letter and tries to gauge his bosses' reaction, she seems almost nervous.

"You need something Falcon? Cause I think Ospray wants to start your competition."

"No. Just...wondering if you need anything?"

"Not a thing."

The girl stands and leaves the room, her long red hair swaying behind her and the letter held in her hand. She walks quickly to the roof and checks that no one is there before opening the letter

'Of course I have faith in Juudaime. I'd die for him as much as I'd live to protect him, as contradictory as it may sound.

And actually, yes, I WOULD like to know your real name, Anonimo.'

The girl stares at the letter and lets out a quick, bark-like laugh. She jumps slightly as she hears the sound of her own laughter.

"Haven't done that in a while. He's made me giggle and laugh now, what's next smiling?"

She mutters and sits against an old smoke stack.

This sudden change in her personality was begging to worry her, it had taken all she had to give up those emotions and now they were coming back against her will. The same thought that had been on her mind since the day before coursed through her head again.

"What if my emotions' coming back has to do with Hayato Gokudera?"

But that was a ridiculous thought, why would Hayato Gokudera have anything to do with this. He was just a mark.

"He has nothing to do with this. This is all just because it's getting closer to the anniversary, nothing more."

The girl's jaw set and she pulls out a piece of paper from her pocket.

Gokudera came home to see an envelope on his door and he felt his excitement rise a bit. If they were telling the truth, he would be finding out who had been sending the letters, or at the very least the name of the person writing them. He takes the envelope off the door opening it as he pushes his door closed.

'I am but a simple assassin who goes by the name of Aydan. Do not bother to ask if Reborn has heard of me because I doubt he has. I work for a small family and as such I am considered small. You should not, however, underestimate me; I have taken many who were strong.

I do wonder...if not for my orders...I wonder if I would be friends with the Tenth. From how you speak of him, he seems kind and trustworthy.

I wonder if you would allow me to be his friend.'

"What kinda assassin is called 'Aydan'? And what the hell! They want to be friends with Juudaime! Yeah. No."

Gokudera grabs a piece of paper, stares at it, and then looks at the letter. There were hesitation marks around the A in Aydan and the last two lines read like someone who wasn't sure as to what they were thinking. Whoever this person was, they were either playing with him or they were having a serious change of heart.

"They're probably trying to mess with my head."

Gokudera shakes his head to clear it and picks up his pen.