Beta'd by Ie-maru. Thank for reviews :)

Poor Harry, I can't just leave him in peace. He will suffer more in future chapters. HA HA...I'm a bad person:)

Edit:Rene Sinagra is Reborn(I choose this name because of my story plot so I won't change it back)

Chapter 6

Lal was annoyed. No, she was absolutely furious! One thief. ONE THIEF! If it ever got out that members of COMSUBIN couldn't catch one little thief, she'd never hear the end of it. She'd be a laughingstock!

'I'll kill that damn thief before I let that happen!' she internally raged.

She shook her head and took a deep breath to calm herself – anger made mistakes more likely – and shifted her full focus back to the task at hand. They needed to catch the thief. Where could they have overlooked? They've searched almost everywhere in the resort…

"Come on, Lal. It's not the end of the world. We'll catch him," Colonello said as they walked through the crowd.

They were back to square one. The main street was crowded again, but with workers and shopkeepers fixing the main street to entice guests to return. They were doing a good job too; the street was almost back to its original look. Well, if you ignored the bullet holes and pieces of glasses and wood that were still laying around. You had to admit that the Mafia Land crew worked fast.

Lal could only hope the damage fees would be smaller than last time. That's why she always told Colonello to keep his head. He was just too impulsive! She was sure Colonello was the one who chose that path which led them to that alley – an alley without an exit, no less.

'It was a dead end-' Lal suddenly stopped, her mind racing a mile. How could they be stupid?

"Really, we visited some-Woah! Don't stop so suddenly like that," Colonello complained as he walked right into her. Really, she shouldn't let this get to her so much. Why was she so angry? The thief escaped, so what. They weren't given a dead line and it wasn't like the thief could go anywhere. They were on an island! The thief would have to wait for the ship to head out, same as everyone else.

Lal didn't move or even hit him. Usually she'd hit him with a 'stupid pupil' comment or two thrown in. Actually…was she crying!?

"Um, hey, we will definitely catch him. Please don't cry!" Colonello panicked. He couldn't deal with this. A woman trying to kill him, fine! Not so fine was when a woman was crying. It was even worse that it was Lal. Lal never cried, ever! What the hell?

He awkwardly tried to comfort her with a touch to the shoulder, but she turned around and crushed his hand with a fiery glare.

"WHO'S CRYING? STUPID PUPIL!" Lal shouted and punched him.

That was more like it!

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Harry looked at newly arrived devil-duo.

'They sure looked pissed off as all hell, especially that woman,' Harry thought with dread.

The blond was already aiming his rifle at him with a smirk, but the woman...even without a weapon in hand, Harry could almost taste her bloodlust in air. He ignored the shiver crawling up his spine and tried to find a way out that didn't result in those twitching hands around his neck.

"You! You really led us around in a merry chase," the woman said. She spared a glance at the unconscious Viper. "Your mist is really talented. I didn't even notice it right away. It seems like it tired him out too much to do it again, though. Too bad for you."

"If you didn't pull that sky flame stunt, we couldn't have found you. Kora!" the blond man admitted with serious face. He shut up when the woman raised her hand in a threatening motion.

"I don't know what are you guys talking about," Harry said nervously. He really didn't know what that warmth was, but he knew he couldn't summon it here. What would happen if it hurt them like it hurt Viper? They only wanted to catch him, a thief. Harry was the one in the wrong here. He couldn't hurt them, like before when-No! He doesn't want to think about it.

Warmth shifted inside him as if that strange energy was sensing Harry's need. 'Not again,' Harry thought as his knees buckled. He tried to regulate his breathing and calm down so he could prevent an accident. It usually worked when his magic would act up.

"Hey, are you okay?" the blond man asked as he lowered his rifle and tried to reach for him.

"Colonello! Stop it right there. He is an opponent here," the woman commanded, "It's probably another trick."

"But Lal, he's a sky," the man – Colonello – whined.

"Yes, he is a sky. If you think that because he is sky, he has a right to escape punishment, then you're wrong," the newly dubbed Lal said. She suddenly ran at Harry and kicked him with enough force to throw him into the wall. "No one who breaks the rules here gets away with it!"

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"Lal, what are you doing?!" Colonello yelled as he looked at his companion with bewildered eyes. The thief was a thief, true, but the teen was also a sky.

Sky flame users where the kings of the underworld. For flame users to hurt a sky like Lal was doing was a taboo. Especially when it was a young, weaponless sky who didn't even attack them first. As for breaking the rules? The thieving part was hardly serious, seeing as how the wallet was retrieved and nothing was missing.

The Bochi boss might have filed a false complaint or even made a mistake. Sure, the sky had the wallet, but the cameras only caught him picking it up off the ground. The sky could argue that he had picked it up and intended to return it and had only run when they began to chase him. Now Lal and he had the teen cornered and beaten up…that didn't look good on their parts.

It was like stirring up a hornet's nest. If this ever got out, every flame user in the world would be after them. Un-bonded flame users would try to attack them – perhaps even kill them - to seem worthy of harmony with the sky. As for the already bonded, well, Colonello didn't even want to think about the bonded guardians the teen had. It was obvious that they were powerful, as even he could feel the signatures lingering in the sky's aura. Those monsters would definitely be out for revenge.

"Colonello, don't move from that spot," Lal said as she moved to approach the downed sky.

"But Lal, you can't…"

"That's an order," Lal said with a hard tone. When Lal ordered him like that, he knows there's no point in arguing with her. It was her resolve, which he had always respected in her. This, though, this was one time he really wanted to fight her. It almost like their roles were being reversed. She was being too impulsive and not seeing the big picture - the picture that involved them being corpses and the name of their organization being tarnished forever.

"Did you think this was a game, thief? Did you think that because you're a sky, you can escape the consequences?" Lal growled at the sky who was stubbornly trying to stand up. She hit the ground hard, causing the tarmac to crack and something metallic to clatter. It seems Lal wants to intimidate the sky so he would answer her questions willingly. "What is your famigila's name?"

The sky hacked up blood and stood up shakily. Did she really hit him hard? Colonello really hoped that was just from biting his tongue or something. This was already bad…

The sky wiped his mouth on his sleeve and said, "Sky? Famigila? I don't know what you're talking about."

"Brat! You think you can lie to me?" Lal said as she started to close in on the sky. She probably thought that hitting him again would get more answers.

Surprisingly, the teen started to run to Lal. 'Stupid,' Colonello thought. 'You can't defeat Lal in hand to hand combat.'

Lal snorted like she was thinking same thing. She took an attack stance and sneered, almost daring the teen to do something stupid.

Despite their uncharitable thoughts, the sky didn't stop. In fact, he surprised the both of them. Right before he ran into her attack range, the sky slid between Lal's legs and dropped into the sewer hole that had opened up when Lal kicked the ground.

Colonello and Lal stood there few seconds, staring blankly at the hole the sky escaped down. Then….

"THAT FUCKING BRAT!"

"Hey, Lal! Wait up!"

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The World's Number One Hitman was enjoying his vacation at the Mafia Land. He flirted with waitresses, drank some well-aged whisky, harassed some people and was just generally enjoying his well-earned vacation. Then the most irritating thing to ever happen to him had to interrupt that.

"Please fight me!" a man with a red band begged as he bowed low.

"I know that Mr. Sinagra doesn't want to acknowledge such a lowly person's wishes, so I checked with the guild. Here is an official challenge agreement from the FHGN." The man presented a letter with a symbol of a gun. Its red wax gleamed in the light.

"Tch," Rene took the letter and carefully opened it. Unfortunately, it was legitimate, which meant there was no escaping the challenge.

Rene hate this aspect of his title as the World's Best. Freelance hitmen from all over the world tried to make names for themselves by challenging him. It was a constant annoyance.

After Rene had become fed up with all challenges, he had joined the Freelance Hitman Guild Network (FHGN) and had broadcast that he would only accept challenges through the FHGN; anyone else would be fatally shot, no exceptions.

It did help to halve his opponents, but some just wouldn't give up. The stubborn idiots occasionally managed to get permission from FHGN. However, The owner should have known that Rene was on vacation right now. He would have to have a talk with the man next time he saw him.

"Name?" Rene asked as he left his comfortable seat in the café. He sighed internally, upset at having to leave so soon. That cute waitress was one step away from accepting his offer for dinner and coffee.

"I'm John, from America." John replied with enthusiasm.

"I didn't ask your country," Rene said, irritated. He walked to the information desk quickly, eager to have this over with.

'This John's small fry. Why did the owner give a letter of permission to him? Just to piss me off?'

"Really, I'd never thought I'd get the chance to fight you, Mr. Sinagra," the useless fly said as he followed. "I heard all of the stories. To fight against you, it's dream come true! But, why we are going to the information desk?"

"Subway. We can't fight inside the city." Rene sighed as the woman welcomed them at the information desk.

"Amazing! Thinking about other people's lives-"

"It's in the rules," Rene interrupted. "Are you coming or not?"

After that, they rode the subway down to the area known as Under Mafia Land and had their little fight. Rene won, of course. He sent the bloodied fly out on the first train back so he wouldn't have to listen to him anymore. Really, he'd have to have a nice long talk with the owner of his guild.

When the next train arrived, Rene cut off his complaints and stepped in. He frowned at the relatively grungy look it had compared to the first and decided against sitting down. The seats looked questionable. He wasn't going to dirty his suit with whatever fluid that was. The smell was bothersome too, so he opened the hatch. It made things at least a little easier to tolerate.

As the train continued along and Rene finally began to settle down, a man fell on him through the open hatch. More like a teenager, really; one with messy black hair and a wiry frame. He was probably another upstart who thought he could win a fight against the World's Number One Hitman.

"You have guts," Rene said with sarcastic grin as he looked into confused green eyes. "But I'm in a bad mood right now. Get off."

Green eyes looked at him confusedly and then looked around. "A subway? Why is there a subway here?"

"Why," Rene said with a tight voice, "are you still laying on me? Am I that comfortable? It's not from this end, I assure you."

"Ah, sorry!" Green-eyes apologized as he stood up. "Here, let me help you. I really didn't mean to fall on you." Green-eyes earnestly smiled at him and held out a hand to help him up.

'Strange. There's nothing besides an honest wish to help in his eyes. How many years has it been since I saw true kindness directed at me?'

Rene grabbed Green-eyes' hand. Abruptly, sky flames poured inside his body. Rene roused his sun flame to protect himself from a perceived threat, but his sun flames connected with the sky flame instead. It, it wasn't an attack. It was instant harmonization - Acceptance, recognition, home…relief filled his senses as the sky flames danced inside him. As wonderful as it was, however, it was making him tipsy. He used his own flames to counteract the effects of flame-drunkenness. This was not a good place, or time, to revel in it.

"I hope I didn't hurt you." Rene's new sky smiled. Then he looked at their hands which were still connected. "You can let go now."

"Ah," Rene coughed as he let go of his sky's hand. He truly didn't know where to go from here. Harmonization had never been something he'd thought he'd get to experience. When he was young, he had thought about it once or twice, but for a non-allied small fry like him, it was just a faraway dream. After he had made a name for himself, every sky in the mafia had reached for his flames, but none of them succeeded to harmonize.

"What's your name? It's the first time I've seen someone as cute as you." Rene purred as he pulled his sky to himself with a confident smirk. Granny always said that if you don't know what to do, you could always fall back on flirting.

"Um…thank you? I'd like it if you let go of me now." His sky fidgeted in his embrace, but seemed too tired to put much energy into it. Rene frowned slightly and scanned his sky with his sun flames. While Rene was not a professional doctor, he knew more than enough to earn a degree.

'Hmm, young, short, doesn't have much muscle, probably has malnutrition, tired – practically on his last leg – and has nasty bruises on his back and stomach. From the shape, it's likely that someone kicked him enough to hit a wall. The bruises are recent, too.'

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave? I thought we'd be together from now on," Rene purred as he used his sun flames to heal his sky's bruises. Unfortunately, he couldn't help heal his sky's other health problems since he needed to retain his flames for any possible enemies nearby. From the teen's sweat and exhausted muscles, this enemy must have been hunting his poor sky to the ground. They wouldn't give up so easily. They would first stop the train, and then…

"You..you..let go!" His sky spluttered as his confused eyes widened comically. Ah, he had such an adorable, innocent sky. Now wasn't the time for those sorts of thoughts, though. The doors were opening.

"You should listen to him. Kora!" a blond male said as he jumped inside.

"Rene Sinagra, we, COMSUBIN are here to take custody of that sky! Hand him over," a blue haired woman stated.

"Ah, Lal Mirch, the commander of COMSUBIN." Rene quickly maneuvered his tired sky behind him. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that. After all, you are talking about my sky here."

It was a cramped stand-off inside the subway's cab. The tension hung in the air like a physical thing. The law keepers were tense, facing off against Rene, who was protecting Harry for whatever reason. Rene, while appearing relaxed from behind, was clearly ready to act with the gun he'd pulled out.

Harry slumped against the wall and desperately tried to think of something to do or say that wouldn't end up with anyone shot. Rene was just a man trying to protect him and the others were law keepers just doing their jobs. It wouldn't be fair on either of their parts.

This whole mess was his fault. He didn't want any more innocent people hurt because of him.

He just didn't know what to do.