I just spent the whole day reading Complications by Ita-Neo. It's so PWNSOME. Must. Read. MOAR.
Well, anyways, back to this fic. I always wonder why my stories aren't popular at all…perhaps because my characters are all Mary-Sue and I always make the KHR characters OOC? And my plotlines are all cliché, and sometimes things get too sappy between my characters.
But that's okay. Because I like to write the way I like to write. Sappy, cliché storylines make me happy, and MarySue names only aggravate me the tiniest bit.
If you don't like it, don't read it. And if you read it, go ahead and flame me. I like flaming people, so why can't people flame me?
I like flaming people. It doesn't mean I flame people on a regular basis. In fact, I've never done so.
Just clearing things up a bit.
:D
So! Onto the story!
Oh, and by the way…don't be too surprised if I switch in and out of first and third person? And if I drop the Diary stuff from time to time.
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Dino was just a tad bit confused.
So….there was a new entry to the Varia, and she was to be monitored closely.
So why was the Vongola telling him this again? Cheh. Sure, they were so closely allied that the difference in famiglia barely mattered anymore, but…he was dealing with several of his own problems too! There was a leaking faucet, Enzio had a cold, and they had run out of coffee.
He didn't have time to waste receiving rather useless messages like this. He was about to shred the note when a rather jumpy Romario tapped him on the shoulder. "Ehh, boss? The messenger dude told me to tell you to read the fine print…"
Dino twitched. He was not in a good mood today. Not really sure why, actually. He's usually in a really good mood. Just not today. With trembling hands, he searched the note for fine print. Giving up, he had a magnifying glass brought to him and scanned every square millimeter of the paper.
Oh, look. A speck of dust. How very intriguing. Perhaps this is the 'fine print' previously mentioned. Dino rumpled his gorgeous golden hair and sighed exasperatedly, and then ordered a microscope to be brought, tugging irritated-ly at his bathrobe.
Eventually, he located the intriguing speck of dust and studied it. Closely. It appeared to be some words typed in extremely fine print. He switched the magnification lens up higher, and tried his best to locate the message again.
It showed up perfectly. What a joke. He had to admire the technology though—any normal "fine print" would have just turned up as splatters of ink on a page at a magnification level as high as this.
She calls herself Lirah, and is a phenomenal fighter, although she doesn't seem to notice it. If she finds out that you're observing her and accidentally kills you, we hold no responsibilities.
"…." Since when did they tell him that he was the one who was supposed to "observe" her?
Oh, and by the way…judging by our "Personality Match-Up Robot", her personality is so closely suited to two members in the Vongola that it's rather shocking. The first is Belphegor.
Dino blinked. Belphegor? Pah. Yeah, right. Musta been some screw-up inside the system.
…and the second is you. MUAHAHAHHHAAHAH!
Dino twitched again, resisting the urge to cause the shred of paper to lose its current form of substance. Who had typed this thing, anyways? And of course the personalities matched—Dino tried to befriend everyone. Even Hibari.
But not everyone wanted to be friends with him. Especially not Hibari-kun. TOT It was rather depressing sometimes.
Oh, and remember that when we say "personalities match", we don't just mean that you'll be friends. Judging by the machine's words, she'll be friends with absolutely everyone, with the possible exception of Xanxus and Hibari Kyouya. But in you and Bel's case, we simply meant that you two were potential soul mates.
Oh great. So now he was going to spy on someone who might potentially be a spy and his soulmate. And he might potentially receive an order to kill her, if she was a spy. What a joke. What a lame, lame joke.
Oh geez, Dino thought. I really am grumpy today, eh? He glanced around, noticing that all of his family would coward in fright when they noticed that his gaze was on them.
Am I really that scary? Enzio was giving me that look this morning that said "Is it that time of month again?"
That can't be a good thing.
Dino thought really hard about the cause of his annoyance. Really, really hard. And then he hit it!
He. Hadn't. Had. His. Coffee. This. Morning.
Cracking his knuckles meaningfully, Dino turned and looked at his assembled family members with a rather demonic look in his eyes. Since none of his subordinates had ever seen Dino like this, ever, they were all rather stunned. Dino was cackling maniacally. "Who was it…who didn't…give…me….my…COFFEH!?!?!?!?"
The terrified subordinates screamed and ran for their lives, while a rather lost-looking Romario stood at the top of the steps, alone and forlornly staring into a mug full of steaming coffee. "….But I was about to give it to him…."
Enzio stood on the table in Dino's room, curiously staring at the bottles of pills on his desk. One of them was open, and toppled over. Sauntering casually over, Enzio rolled it over until the side with the words flipped upwards. "Help yourself look bright and chipper in the morning! Try these Mornin'-Awake pills, and hop around as awake as a hare on a March weekend! Warning: Side effects may include severe attacks of rage and lunacy."
Enzio blinked, and then warily looked over his shoulder. Uh-oh
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Oh dear.
Lirah wandered through the airport, the teensiest bit confused. Oh dearie dearie dear. She'd lost Irie-chan, and now she lost herself.
What a coinkidink. But it's okay, because she has money. Enough to last someone several lifetimes, though. Lirah didn't know that because of her supreme ignorance in these matters, but Byakuran had noticed her money stash and suggested that she bring it with her. He even added a little to it, just for safety purposes.
So Lirah happily settled down at a sushi bar inside the airport, and was sipping tea and munching on sushi when an extremely distressed Shouichi located her.
"Lirah-san! I've been looking all over the place for you."
Ahh, the man was using Japanese to speak to her—he was obviously at home when using that language. So she replied to him in the same language, perfectly fluently. "Ah, Shouichi-sama! I knew you would be looking for me, so I figured that it wouldn't do for two people two be dashing all over the place and looking for each other. So I sat down to wait for you. Oh, and this stuff is really good. What's it called again?" She said it in a light, friendly and polite tone, with her eyes curled up in a smile and her head tilted to one side.
"Eh…Sushi, Lirah-san. And you don't generally eat it with a fork and knife." Irie stopped panting for a bit, his breath caught up momentarily. My, my, the young lady really resembled Byakuran-sama when she did that. It was rather disorientating. And her Japanese…when had it gotten so perfect?
He suddenly recalled how Byakuran-sama had said something about her insane intelligence and memory. Such a talent. And yet she couldn't even remember the name of one of the most famous examples of Japanese culinary art.
Looking up from his thoughts, he saw that Lirah was holding her tea, looking past his shoulder with a far-away look in her eyes. She was feeling rather removed from the world today. Like…like everything was sort of floating past her, and wasn't very closely related to her at all. All of her normal hyperactiveness and lunacy seemed to have deserted her.
Lirah watched through the glass as outside, an elderly lady dropped her bags and luggage, and a few passersby nearby immediately stopped to help her, nodding and smiling at each other like old acquaintances.
Why…? What….what is this comradeship?
Her eyes narrowed thoughtfully, a soft look floating in them, her head tilted to the side, thoughts wandering here and there. Life…what is life? Was it really just killing and slaughter, birth and death? Was it really just blood? That's what she'd always thought…that's what she'd always lived by. Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten.
But things were changing. And more and more, she was beginning to see new things, notice new things. She saw different people, too—people who were kind, and loving. What was this? She could feel it around her…this contentment and happiness. It was like everyone was at peace with everyone else.
Why…?
Why was her entire world being undermined? All her thoughts and ideals had been centered on this idea of the survival of the fittest. It had always been every man for himself. So why was everything suddenly changing?
What was this…warm…thing?
Irie seemed to have it. He seemed to be full of it. Those people out there…they all seemed to be the posessors of it.
What was this? Why was it that when she tried to sense it in Byakuran, she….couldn't find it?
She could sense it, but for now, the feeling was just barely, barely there. Barely detectable at all.
But the seed had been planted, and the sprout would soon grow. She had a feeling that this warmness would soon be even warmer.
She was snapped out of her reverie when Irie ordered a pot of Mo Cha for himself. Noticing that she was back with the world, he smiled at her. "The chauffeur isn't due for another hour or so, so I thought that since we're here already, we might as well rest and relax for a bit."
Nodding rather absentmindedly, Lirah picked up her cup of tea and stared quietly into it, missing the look that Irie shot at her. An observing look—the type of look that said, "I won't miss a thing."
Irie took advantage of Lirah's mental absence and sent out a message on his cell phone.
Reborn-sama, we have just landed. She will meet you in the hotel lobby at precisely 2.30 PM. For security reasons, I will not be present.
Irie Shouichi
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I can't do crack.
And even if I could, this character isn't especially suited for it.
But hey. She might. So maybe. Because I really, really want to do a crackfic right now.
:D
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