Here we are chapter four, along with four subscribers, I think I get a new one every chapter which makes me really happy. As does reviews so don't be shy even if it is to tell me how much of a god send i am or how i've messed up my grammer.

Once again i have beaten my last record for words written, now I am up to 2998 words.

This chapter was hard to start but really funny to finish.

Anyway please enjoy.

Chapter Four: L is for Let's talk about this as if we were civilised adults.

By now Amelia had stopped walking. She sat on the floor back leaning against the wall legs in front of her and shoes by her side. It didn't matter which direction she had gone all the hallways looked the same, to make matters worse she hadn't even come across anyone either. What was the point in having such a large mansion if hardly anyone lived in it? Ok, so there was every reason, she'd buy the moon even if she lived on it all by herself; it was about image after all, people had to see and be jealous. Nonetheless she was in no mood to think anything but ill thoughts against Bianchi, her dumb friends and this freaking maze.

"Where's my ice tea?" She whined to the faces on the wall. "I want it now."

They remained quite behind their glass frames, unblinking and unmoving. Couldn't she get empathy for anyone? Amelia drew up her knees closer to her and started messaging her feet, moaning slightly as she rubbed her heel; the skin looked red and raw.

"I can see your panties, pretty miss."

Amelia glared up and saw for the first time a man leaning on the opposite wall of the hallway. His hands were crossed over his chest and he had one foot probed up on the wall. The shirt that he was wearing was wearing needed at least three more buttons done up and his scruff hairdo needed a good brush and a little more hair dye.

"So you're either a pervert or some wannabe gigolo. Who ever you are you better scram before I get angry."

"Actually my name is Shamal, but you can call me whatever sweet nothing you prefer." And with that comment he threw in a wink. "It won't really matter under the tangle of my sheets."

Amelia scoffed long and loud. "Listen here, old man, I'm not going to press charges because you're obviously suffering from dementia or something but before I change my mind you better be on your way. Now!"

He grinned and whistled, "I do love my women feisty."

"And I like cockroaches dead."

He pushed off the wall and stood over her, leaning down a fraction. "What's the point playing hard to get when we both know how this is going to end."

Amelia moved herself up and he held out a hand for her, which she almost bit, but instead she shot up, without his help so fast the top of her head smashed into his face. He buckled back, holding his bloody nose but still smiling through his busted lip.

"Listen here you grave-dodging parasite. Only in your wildest unattainable fantasies and my most dreaded nightmares would you and I ever...ever-." She shuddered and gagged, unable to even finish the sentence.

"Then I'll see you tonight."

Amelia grabbed for one of her shoes and was ready to squash a bug when a thing of old school femininity and sweetness and long light brown hair came ambling towards them, a slight pink tint on her cheeks.

"Doctor Shamal, I've been looking for you everywhere, how could you just disappear like that?"

Even her voice sounded like dripping honey. When she got close enough the pervert grabbed her by the arm and pulled her in front on him.

"Oh Kyoko my love, I'm so glad you're here; this girl has been mean to me, save me." His voice changed to a high whine and he clutched onto her shoulders.

The girl seemed a light taken back but at the sight of Amelia she smiled and bowed her head slightly. "Hello, I think this is the first time we have met. It's very nice to meet you, my name is Kyoko Sasagawa."

"For now," the geezer interrupted attempting to plant a quick kiss on her cheek but he was intercepted by her hand.

At this the girl span round to face him. "Please stop messing around. You keep running away and I need you to check over the antiseptic I've made."

The old man laughed waving his hands in front of himself, a gesture of innocence. "This time I do have a reason: this little lovely seemed a little lost, so like a gentleman I thought I'd give her some assistance."

The girl turned back to face her, "oh, are you a visitor? How could they just leave you like this, if you'd like I could take you to where you'd like to go or get someone for you."

She gave her a warm smile and Amelia felt slightly off guard. There was just too much of a difference with the people here. They were either too scummy or overly friendly. It was as if they were employing the good cop, bad cop technique, but she was too smart for their mind games, instead she'd go along with it and then strike when they thought they had her.

"That would be lovely," she said matching the girl with her own polite smile.

Kyoko asked a few questions, nothing to probing just simple things like how she was and what she thought of mansion design. To keep up with her false image she kept up with the small conversation and didn't even yell when the pervert added in a few slimy comments, in fact she ignored him the best she could. However when he asked her who she was and why she was here Amelia felt trapped until the girl said that there were some things that they didn't need to know.

"Kyoko, you are part of the famiglia and Tsuna trust you (more than trusts you even) so don't you think it's time for you to involve yourself more in all the daily affairs of the Vongola?"

She was quiet for a while but when she spoke it was different, barely detectable, but different. "The less I know the less guilty Tsu-kun feels." And that was all she said before she continued with the lighter conversation.

The pervert shook his head but gave the girl a pat on top of her hair. For a minute Amelia thought of a memory of her and her dad when she had fallen of her horse and scrapped her knee. Both men had the same expression and did the same thing.

"If you get any cuter Kyoko I may jump you."

And the image was broken.

She laughed a little but paid him no more attention, choosing to tell Amelia the enthralling story of how they replaced all the chandeliers on this floor.

The girl was sitting by one of the desks in the lab when Yamamoto had got there, her fingers were drumming on the table and she was twirling her hair. When he approached her she didn't look that happy to see him.

"I guess you had to wait a while, sorry I hardly ever come down here and I was on the third floor so after Kyoko's call it took some time."

She opened her mouth and by the expression on her face Yamamoto was suspecting to her to say something very Hayato-ish but she seemed to change her mind and settled for a weak "it's ok, I don't really mind" instead. He smiled at her forgiveness and understanding and led the way out, throwing the frantic workers a hello before they left.

"But you have no idea how worried I was when I found you had disappeared, first I thought you may have been in the ensuite but it was empty too and I then got really worried. It's easy to get lost here, I've lost count the number of times I have." He turned to look at the girl beside him who hadn't said anything in 5 minutes, her eyes were on the ceiling and she was muttering to herself but she looked at him when he turned to her.

"Take a picture." She snapped quickly but as soon as she said it she slapped a hand over her mouth.

Yamamoto laughed and was about to say that it was ok until…

"Don't you like wearing shoes?"

She raised an eyebrow and brought her hand down from her mouth. "What do you take me for, some kind of cavewoman?"

He smiled and shook his head, "No, of course not, it's just everyone has their preferences. For example I don't like wearing socks to bed."

"Why should I-, no wait." She took in a breath and spoke again, "what makes you think that I don't like shoes?"

"The fact that you're not wearing any."

She looked down at her bare feet. She looked up at him. She looked back down the hallway. She looked at him again. Then she swore.

First my luggage, then my handbag and now my shoes. Is this house trying to swallow me up whole?

Amelia stomped behind her soon to be admirer (if she didn't kill him first) refusing to partake in his one sided conversation. She couldn't believe she had forgotten her shoes, her shoes. It was all the old mans fault and why did it have it have to be him that noticed, the way had smiled, and it was obvious he was making fun of her, the prat. Just looking at his easy going face was enough for her to insult him but she was trying really hard not to, because to be honest even someone as great as herself was going to find it hard to woo someone that you always lashed out on. Unless he was a masochist. Amelia tilted her head to the side and gave him a quick once over. Well if he had to be either than he would probably an M.

"If you feel really uncomfortable I could carry you."

"Do you want a slap?" Once again the words were out before she could stop them yet once again the guy simply laughed. Maybe he was an M.

"You're really weird," Amelia sighed, just her luck for the guy she had to nab to be a freak.

"I could say the same to you, but I think I'd rather say that you're interesting."

Was that flattery? So he's falling for me already. Amelia gave him a side look and their eyes met, she didn't look away and neither did her. She placed one hand on his shoulders and gave him a flirtatious pout, fluttering her eye lashes. He stopped walking and she did too. He placed his hands on her shoulders and she placed her other one on his. He store at her and his face moved nearer a fraction…

This is it, the kiss that will have him begging for more. Amelia closed eyes and tilted her head, bracing herself, she could swallow her pride and kiss the help, if it was to bring Bianchi down she's kiss anyone.

Amelia felt warmth on her forehead and opened one of her eyes just to peak.

"Are you feeling ok, you don't look so well."

Her head snapped back up and both eyes widened in disbelief. Had this guy just insulted her kissing face? Was he just feeling nervous since he would never have kissed anyone of her standing? She pushed his hand from her shoulder and forehead and took a step back. She turned her back to him so she could silently mouth every bad word that as about to spill out.

"I knew it, you're not are you. Why didn't you say something? Is that why you're so quiet? Is that why you wondered off, because you were looking for some help?"

What nonsense was this guy on about?

"No, no it's my fault; you look so skinny and pale how could I not notice? I'm really sorry. Did you get anything from Shamal or someone? Should we go back or do you just want to rest in the guest room? Did you bring any kind of special medicine that you have to take?"

Why on earth would she waste perfectly good luggage space on something as dumb as that when she could use it to hold lip-gloss or something?

Wait, luggage?

"My luggage!" She yelled and she turned back to Yamamoto, "where have you people kept my luggage? If I can't find my things there will be hell to pay."

"So you have some medicine in your luggage. Don't worry I've brought all your things are in the room you're staying in. You look really faint so I think it'll be best if you take it soon, come on let's go." He began to walk then stopped a moment after, turning to face her. "If you feel unable to walk then you can hold onto me like you just did." And he started up again.

Amelia stood still for a while, feeling a bit… a bit… bemused? Forget it, she thought and quickly followed.

"Oh my children, mummy's back."

The girl ran passed him and threw her arms around the suitcase and the bag, giving them both a kiss and Yamamoto couldn't help but see her as a child that had found the baseball behind the couch that he had lost.

"You seem to be feeling better, but you still don't look so-,"

"Hey," the girls turned still crouched and hugging her things, "you're name's Yam or something?"

"It's Yamamoto."

"Well Yamamoto, I should thank you."

He smiled, "you're welcome, it wasn't really that hard but I'm glad that you're happy miss."

She stood up, still looking at him. "It's Amelia Vendetti."

"Then I'm glad you're happy, Miss Vendetti."

She walked over to the settee, and draped herself onto it. "Please, call me Amelia. We're both adults here; there's no need for such formalities."

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about your drink, it's probably warm now." He walked over to the desk on the other side of the room and returned with the ice tea in his hand. Yamamoto handed over to her and she thanked him warmly.

"This glass is not purple it's blue, and what about this straw. I asked for a bendy one, what do you want me to do, stand up whilst drinking?"

Amelia bit down the response and kept smiling as she took one sip of her drink. Keep it cool; keep it cool she constantly reminded herself.

"Well, there is something really important I have to do so if you need anything there is a phone on that desk, you should press speed dial number one and someone should be able to assist you." He gave a wave and was gone before she could stop him.

Yamamoto shut the door quietly behind him and made his way through the mansion to meeting room 3b. He slipped through the door and crept to his seat smiling apologetically to everyone. Tsuna gave him and nod and began to speak.

"Now that we're all here we can begin to discuss our plans." He passed round a stack of documents to all of the people sitting at the round table. "These are the newest updates that we have received from Ryohei and Lambo, they will be returning in a few days to give us all the details but for now this will do. It is time that we prepare for the Giuseppe famiglia wipeout."

Tsuna got up from his chair and walked towards locking it, he turned to the faces in the room of his colleagues, his friends, his family.

"I will not lie to you, this will be fatal and if we do not do this right there is a chance that we may trigger a mafia war. But I swear I will protect everyone with my life. We will all return home."

The room was quiet and a breeze broke through the net blinds on the window, it danced all around, ruffling their hair and blowing kisses in their ears.

"We should have some kind of party at the end," suggested Haru, clapping her hands together, "we've been in Italy so long I think we deserve a break."

"We're not here for fun and games." Hayato yelled a few seats away.

"What's the problem with that, I think it's a great idea."

"No one asked you Takeshi."

"What's with all the yelling, how old are you Hayato?"

"Hana, don't mind him he's just feeling a bit cranky. He must have eaten something bad."

"You mean you forced something bad down my throat, Bianchi."

"How much longer will this take? I have a cute blonde waiting for me in about an hour."

"Tsuna-nii, Shoichi's fallen asleep."

"Not...not sleeping…just stomach pains. I apologise Tsuna I haven't been able to finish the new radio transmitters.

"Here take some water."

"Spanner, you idiot you went and spilled the whole thing everywhere."

"Why are you using a robot anyway?"

"He's really cute; don't you think Tsu-kun?"

"It's going everywhere, it's going everywhere. Someone pass me some tissues."

"It's just water; it's not going to kill you, Irie Shoichi."

"Acting like a bunch of children, I stopped my work half way through for this?"

"You know at this party we should have lots of cake, I mean LOTS. I've missed a lot of Haru appreciation days doing over-time trying to finish the new suits."

"Can we finish this up snappy, I wouldn't want to make the little lady wait."

"Can everyone focus on the fucking mission? Stop mucking about."

"Don't order us around."

"Ahaha, we should all calm down a bit."

"Don't laugh idiot!"

"Why don't you stop yelling at everyone?"

"What did you say, woman?"

"My name's Hana you asshole."

"Can he do any tricks besides giving water?"

"Ow, something just flew into my eye. Ow, ow, ow. It really hurts."

The tenth Vongola boss leant on the door, staring at the members of the greatest mafia famiglia worldwide wondering if he should quietly escape to his room.

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