"After The Cavallone Decimo returned to Italy, he informed his closes subordinate Romario of what he witnessed while in Japan. Much like Dino himself, Romario was in disbelief. Dino made his way down the halls of his home. His other subordinates could tell he was in a rush and cleared a path. All the while Dino kept thinking that it wasn't possible. There was no way it was possible. Cursed infants, shape changing chameleon, even the six paths of reincarnation, Dino could make peace with such nonsense, but only because there was an explanation behind the nonsense. As convoluted as it was, it made since, but someone claiming to be a guardian back during the primo Vongolia. He couldn't seem to accept it. Though he knew something of her name, he didn't know much else. If she was frozen for so long then She would've been dead regardless. Over two hundred years of suspended animation, should've killed her, and if not then she shouldn't have the motor skills she has now, acting as if she's been up and running all this time. He stopped outside a room and rolled up sleeve.
"Romario make sure no one bothers me unless it's my little brother."Dino ordered.
"Romario bowed his head and turned on his heels and left. Dino reached out grabbing the knob to the door. As he did a small port opened up. A blue light shined on his tattoos, scanning the markings of the Cavallone. The port closed and there was a sound of tumblers turning and clicking. He opened the door and went inside. The room was covered in a mountain of books, all written by every boss of the Cavallone. Soon Dino would have to write one. The room was fairly large. Enough to house 9 generations of history, and it would only expand. Dino made his way down the shelves the Primo's work being at the very end of the room. His case had to have been the largest. Being the first and having to make so many decision and laws for the Cavallones to follow. With so many books Dino couldn't remember which one exactly had the shadow guardian in it. Large and tattered. They were all pretty much like that. So much for his memory. He cursed under his breath thinking that if this sort of thing was going to happen he would've wrote down the book, but what were the chances. He started pulling books off the shelf to flip through them.
"Some hours later Dino was coming to a dead end. All the books he picked only mentions her code name but nothing more. It angered Dino that the primo didn't have as much on her as he did the other guardians. He knew that back then Vongolia and Cavallone weren't on the best terms and would have spies and what not gather info and that's how most of these book came to be. Sitting at a desk that was placed behind the shelves Dino felt like giving up. Slamming his head on the desk. His eyes wide. As the desk creaked it suddenly collapsed from the impact as he fell forward. Dino groaned in pain and sat up rubbing his head.
My head isn't that heavy." He muttered.
He looked down and saw a piece of paper under him. He moved and saw that as thin as the desk was, it was hollowed and inside were papers. Dino seemed surprised and carefully removed the papers. Glancing over them he noticed that it was on the guardian of the shadow. But it appeared different than the others. It seemed that the pages were written with the intentions of being a journal entry rather than what the others were. Sitting on top of the shattered desks remains, Dino started to read the pages.
It seems that once again I found myself going up against the Guardiano delle ombre. A rather young looking child but filled with more fight and spirit then any of the other guardians. What a stubborn brat. Tonight we made an arrangement that the victor would tell the loser information/emem, but I made it clear that I would not have a child's blood on my hands. I figured she respected my statement and in exchange promised not to kill me. Though I can't picture a young girl capable of murder... I figured as much. The fight was my victory against her. I know I should've asked a more important question regarding the Vongolia family, but I was more curious about her. A young juvenile that was involved with the Mafia. At most the youngest member in my family was 17, but she looked younger. I asked for her real name. "Nilal" she told me. It was interesting that her name was an older, and practically a dead language meaning Shadow. The guardian of the shadow was named shadow. She didn't like the fact that I found it amusing by such connection, but I assured her I wouldn't address her so casually. We came to the agreement tonight, that if we encounter each other once again. I would call her Ombra, and she would call me Kattu Kutirai. Which she said meant "wild horse" in her language. She left soon after that and I returned home.
Dino was completely at a lost for words or thought. It made since as to why she made that comment she did when she first saw him. "You look so much like him." It also seemed to stop his breathing. It confirmed that the girl wasn't lying, but it raised more questions? Though he didn't actually get her real name on their first meeting. The primo could not have been talking about anyone else, but that girl He shuffled through some more of the pages before settling for another page.
Today wasn't my day. It seemed that Ombra had finally got a chance to ask me for information. The numbing sensation I can barely make out from her attack and the metallic taste in my mouth. Not once have I ever tasted my own blood in combat. Truly her skills are growing at a ridiculous rate. Though she is still young and fragile in appearance it seems her eyes are hiding a monster behind them. It had actually been awhile since our last encounter, but she never completely vanished. The subordinates that returned confirmed that the one that injured them was Ombra. It made since now. Though I wasn't thrilled that she used my subordinates as practice dummies. I thought at first she was avoiding me, cause I hadn't seen her in so long. I remember waiting for her question, but after which not much else. How pathetic, I must've passed out. I woke up in a small house bandaged, with my wounds treated. Ombra was sleeping in a chair. It was funny she must've fallen asleep while guarding me. The young Ombra must've undressed me, because I didn't have my shirt on. Rather brave of her. While she slept I couldn't help but look around. The place she took me must've been a safe house of the sort. I found a stack of papers on a desk. Intel on me and the Cavallone family. Some of it was accurate even though she had just won her first match with me. She must've gotten it from my subordinate when she defeated them. I'm surprised she hadn't turned it into the Vongolia primo. With all she had they could easily take us down. I was nice enough to wait for her to wake up before I asked her. When she refused to answer my question I couldn't help but get rather rough with her. It was as if she was teasing me, while making my family out to be some sort of joke. Wth her pinned against the wall my weapon to her throat. I didn't even realize what I had done until it was over. After that I don't remember anything other than staring into an endless void painted in silver.
"An endless void painted in silver? Was it his life, no he clearly was still alive? Strange." Dino muttered
Hoping to find some more papers Dino broke more of the desk. Tearing the wood bit by bit. He found 5 more pages that was written by the Cavallone Primo. There was a knock on the door as Dino stood up to answer it. Romario bowed his in respect, while holding a tray.
.I've brought you a drink and some snacks boss, perhaps you would like a break?" Romario asked
"Can't say I wouldn't mind a drink." He said
"Dino allowed Romario to enter the room as his eye saw the broken desk. Dino briefly explained to him what he had found literally inside the desk. How smart of the primo to do such a thing, but why did he hide the info of the shadow guardian. Well not technically information, but it held some light on who she was. He held up another page taking a sip from his cup. Dino dropped his cup as it shattered on the floor Romario looked over seeing his young boss surprised beyond compare. Curious Romario loomed over his shoulder. Soon he too was surprised by what he had read.
The young Ombra had finally turned 16. Though It was a shame that it was such a blood cover day. Bodies upon bodies were left comatose and wounded. A surprise attack from one of our alliance. A mere 16 year old covered head to toe in blood. I know this because after which she came and paid a personal visit to my chambers. I was mortified seeing a young lady covered in blood, standing in my window. She didn't look to thrill in the slightest. Despite that I refused to hear her out until she washed up. Surprisingly she listened and did as I requested. I left one of my shirts hanging on the door knob for her. Unsure on what to do with her blood drenched clothes I bagged them up. When she came out I wasn't at all surprised that my shirt was large on her. Though she was in my room with the window the only exit she sat across from me as if my home was hers. She told me about the ambush from an alliance of mine. My apology didn't seem to mean much but in my defense I did not arrange an ambush on her. The Ombra and I had become quite fond of each other to the point that we would just talk when we came across one another. It wasn't even about work or the mafia at all. I came to learn that she enjoyed cooking and her favorite dessert was banana pudding muffins. Along with a few other things but those two in particular was something I wasn't expecting. We started to drift further from our conversation into more idle chatter. She must've been exhausted from the fight. She fell asleep in mid sentence. With no ill manners intended I carried her to my bed to rest. What a strong girl. She had her arms around me. I guess she thought that me putting her down was equivalent to falling. Haaaa...I'm a complete disgrace to myself and my family. Taking advantage in such a moment. I guess my intentions were ill. I kissed the young Ombra in her sleep. Her eyes shot open catching me in my crime. I feared that even without a weapon she could still greatly injure me. Her arms around my neck tighten and pulled me close. Whether or not her real intentions for coming here was in hope of this or not. That night for her birthday. We shared our first night together.
