The Trade of a Lifetime

Location: Vindice Headquarters, Italy

The regal figure of the nefarious Celestino Frabrizio sent the magistrates into a stunned alertness at the entrance of the compound. The gates separated the long drive way to the inland prison- an estate camouflaged through the legal terms. The eerie attire of the Dolls, the austere dresses and elegant poise, brought a chill down their spines. The Law Keepers recalled the reason for the prison they protect, "I have an appointment inside."

Opal eyes pursued the movements of the masked men while saffron orbs witnessed the metal obstruction open inward. The three oddities nipped to the entrance where another group of Vindice greeted them. "We have been expecting you." A bandaged finger pointed, "however the Dolls should stay."

His electric blue eyes scowled, displeasure evident on his face. "No. These," a tan hand motioned, "are more for my protection rather than anything you could ever imagine."

A figure loomed from a window, a hand outstretched to the pane, "this is certainly earlier than planned. That dog must have been pressured to show his hand."

"Let's talk about another deal?" Celestino proposed.

Wordlessly the group drifted inside the impeccable penitentiary. The interior was as primeval as the area. The floors were fade, crack white tiles that extended throughout the whole building. Their tour lead up the dusty, flawed steps with two Vindice clothed in additional uniforms, their cloaks thicker and hats feathered. The taller man gestured, "what shall this visit entail?"

"You already know why, Jagger," the stripe haired man groaned.

The assembly ambled to the north wing. This prison had been designed according to how dangerous and how useful a Mafiosi can be. As one of the multiple locations used for incarceration, four divisions, four navigations. The north wing for entitle prisoners and contracts with Mafiosi. The east wing for weaponry (illicit, forbid, highly developed). The south wing distinctively for prisoners who have committed an offense. The west wing became the personal quarters for the Vindice; it was their haven of knowledge and judgment.

"How strange to see you again after that time."

The chaotic massacre of Mafiosi at the Auction House was one of the vast classified fact hidden from the community. The bloodshed of over five hundred mobsters were wipe clean within a few moments. Cracks, debris and mutilated bodies all over the floor; not an inch of clearance to run through. The gun shots came and gone just as the screams grew louder and the blood fell, dripping from wide cavities. Even for the Mafia this was a nightmare.

The Dolls continued on their rampage restricted to the Auction House and decreasing occupants. A blood splattered Celestino leaned against the wall along with an equally tainted Cifra; no more was her white pristine dress, the carnage left her attire unrecognizable. Across from the pair, Basilio seemed to be spotless but equally drained.

"Celestino, this must end. Now."

"W-wait. We're not doing that. Do you realize how much of a risk that could be?!" Electric blue eyes widened, "King!"

"Vindice," he stepped out of the shadows, "let's make a deal."

"We accept, Creator of the Prototype Mafia." A cloth covered hand with a ring, "Do you partake the Oath, our Omerta?"

"Of course."

He stretched his arm and pulled back the sleeve of his shirt exposing his pale fingers along with a jewel band. The Vindice raised his ring, an intense flame sparked, "Your ring."

The stripe haired scientist recorded the scene with disbelief. "That's even worst than I thought of. Gods, you madman!"

"You may begin."

"In accordance to an oath between two individuals, the pact may only be broken by death or perfidy. This is a transaction, give and take, if you will," aquamarine eyes match electric blue ones.

"What shall it be?"

"I, Basilio Anastasio, offer my services to Vindice in exchange for the said Family, to gather and confine the erratic Killing Dolls."

"Your services entitles your freedom to Vindice. Do you concede to that?"

"Yes."

"This pact will remain until the Dolls are imprisoned in our hands. From this moment forward, you cannot create weapons beyond this era."

"Is this farce beyond your hands, Dog?" Celestino deflected his gaze to the ladies. "Eulalia would certainly be laughing in her grave."

The cell gave the impression of a traditional room plus a veranda. The walls were checkered black and white, frames set on opposite sides, a four post bed including opulent covers, a study desk stacked high full of papers and in the middle of all that stood Basilio flashing his eminent aquamarine hair and matching eyes. The most noticeable change was his attire, his white lab coat and pin-stripe collared shirts were replaced by a magnolia suit making his pale skin appear even more pallid.

He harrumphed, "I can make choices beyond that. Quit hitting below the belt. Those words from ten years ago are what's guiding my current actions. I do hope your prepared for the reparations."

"Naturally," he shifted his eyes to the Vindice.

Viviana halted to border of the door; her opulent orbs surveyed the scene while her hands were folded in front of her. Saffron eyes tracked the Law Keeper as he floated away leaving the five individuals.

"Jagger, I suppose you already discuss with this fool the deal," he sighed.

"The very reason I stand in front of you."

The genius whipped his head to the apathetic male who crossed his arms, "this is unexpected."

Basilio lifted his sleeves revealing stainless steel manacles. The leader of Vindice brought a box from his cloak and set it on the table. A click later, the nimble thump of the restraints, "I bare witness to this contract."

Once more, akin to what had transpired a decade before, the two rings harmonized illuminating the holders.

"I, Celestino Frabrizio, form a contract with Vindice in order to eternally incarcerate Innocenti Frabrizio."

"I, Jagger, Head of Vindice accept this stipulation."

"Within reason, I request the freedom of Basilio Anastasio from Vindice."

"Celestino-" the man murmured.

"That matter has been previously attended to. Therefore, the man known as Basilio Anastasio is released."

"Really?" The stripe haired man grinned, "how lucky."

Aquamarine haired scientist immediately strode beyond the cell and down the stairs. The ladies promptly followed him leaving his associate to his ex-keeper. As the flame diminished, the two steadily detached their rings, "as our laws decrees."

A tan hand adjusted the ring, "I don't suppose you can tell me who is the mysterious benefactor?"

"With the contract in place, I am in no position to offer you any information, Frabrizio."

"And here I thought you would have changed," he chuckled as he too left the ominous prison.

A bloodied Ottavo gripped her gun glaring at her obstruction. The dreadful multiple top hats and clatter of chains, the Law Keepers.

"Vongola, what you are about to do is highly indictable."

"The Omerta is not applied to this predicament. Consequently, the contrary happens if you do not start talking."

"If," she smirked, "is it as though the Vindice would offer something."

"Our world is quite beyond order and justice. Being the case, we propose a bargain. An exchange of values, if you must. In order for you to achieve what you desire and for us to receive compensations."

Daniella threw her head and laughed, "a deal? More like a pact with the Devil!"

"The oath will overlap with every agreement. As of this moment," the Mafioso indicated, "you will be sent to our penitentiary."

"This does not necessarily denote what I fight for, nevertheless I will take that offer."

Copper eyes gleamed, "take out the Vongola Ring." The Boss ring shined, "State your name. Your request or exchange."

In the mist of the dark, prior to the start of the Killing Doll Project, a lone woman agreed to the terms and in exchange, her deepest, darkest, most perverse wish was granted…however it came with a price.

Location: Vongola Headquarters

Clelia staggered to the castle putting the Mafiosi on high alert. Her cool gray eyes glossy, tears fallen down on the pavement. "P-please run away!"

Not a second after, four figures surged through the guards. Aizel plunged her hand through a stomach and promptly removed it; only to insert it again. Ilario stretched his palm, the clear Rain Flames engulfed them and bodies exploded. Crisantemo combined his Lightning Flames with the Rain Guardian's. Seth mechanically shot those attempting to escape with a Storm bullet.

Innocenti skipped through the bloodbath, an impeccable smile on his face. "Ha ha ha ha ha! Now where shall I begin looking?"

The threat was not missed. The gunfire, screams and halted transmissions placed the entire Family on lock down. The Guardians rushed to their Boss ushering him to the hideout, all the while he protested.

"Timoteo! Follow the protocol. You are still green," in a flash his mother knocked him unconscious. A load of complaints on her methods ceased with a sharp look from Ottavo. "Do your duties. Protect your Boss."

Meanwhile, the Prototype laid in the bedroom of Daniella. A pale hand caressed her face.

"Ah, looks like we can't stay for long, King."

"Send No. 2 back to them. Active her self-destruct timer when she's near Innocenti," he nodded.

Aquamarine eyes glazed, "my dear Gelato, it's time to wake up."