Colonello's lost son
Chapter 12
By Blockhed13
Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! ™
"In the mafia, we have to learn quickly." Lal advised.
Time is of the essence in the mafia, I guess.
"Alright." I shrug-nodded, "Oh, were you one of those…. Rainbow…. Arcobaleno people at one point?"
Lal looked down on the pictures on the table, "Yup."
I remembered what her pacifier looked like, "What color of the rainbow were you?"
"Hm? Oh, I was supposed to be rain. But…." Lal trailed off, looking rather sad.
"What's wrong?"
"Well, when we all met that day to become arcobalenos, your father followed us up the hill…" She began to recall, "Your father was never meant to become an arcobaleno, but he jumped in the meeting at the last second and became affected by the arcobaleno curse."
"Why would he jump in?" I raised my eyebrow. Lal looked at me in the eyes.
"He told me it was because he wanted to take my place… And so that I wasn't affected."
Wow. My dad was actually a very loving man. He would rather take a curse in place of my mother just because he loved her enough to, well, what seems to me like throwing his life away. But judging by the pictures, it apparently didn't work so well.
I regained my focus, "Then what pacifier do you have? You were affected…"
"I have the corrupted pacifier. It's unlike any of the other ones, because there aren't eight colors in the rainbow."
"So… You got whatever this…. Whatever spat out at you?"
"More or less." Lal lightly nodded. I could tell from her body language it's kinda hard to explain.
"So, where did my father receive training?" I asked randomly.
"COMSUBIN. I was his tea-"
"COMSUBIN? The Italian navy special task force?" I recalled, "The frogmen?"
"How do you know so much about random things?" Lal asked.
I thought about it for a moment, "I did a project on Italian politics and military in my Italian class. We picked our subjects out of a hat. I got the navy." I shrugged, "Go figure."
Lal looked at me curiously, "Anything else?"
"They rode torpedoes." I regained the topic, "Anyways, training. COMSUBINE. I'm assuming not the frogmen?"
Lal shook her head, "It's all the same though. Military grade training. But I'm planning an easier course for yo-"
"No." I denied, "No. If I'm in the mafia, then I need the proper training. If I get hurt, it's just another lesson."
"…" Lal didn't know how to respond. It's eerily strange how he reminds me of myself…
"I wanna be taught the same way my father was. By you." I narrowed my eyebrows.
He's serious…. Lal sighed, "If you think you can handle it, then by all means I'll train you the same way."
"The same?" I raised one of my brows.
"Implying…?"
"Don't be nice to me on the field. I'm just another person being trained on the field. Not your son, not your friend, not anyone you have any close relationship with. In here, I'm your son. Your friend. Such on."
Lal was speechless; her son really said all that?
"I…" she stuttered, "I find it incredibly strange that you've shifted your mindset to being in the mafia."
"That's strange?"
"Most fifteen-sixteen year old boys don't decide their careers in less than a day, much less, decide they want to be in the mafia." Lal shook her head in disbelief.
I shifted my entire facial expression to a mix between confused and curious, "I guess I lost myself a little…"
"It's fine." Lal smiled, "It tells me that you have the right mindset for what's in front of you."
I'm still thinking about what I just said, "I'm intrigued by the mafia."
Lal nodded profusely, "You've seen every mafia movie available to the general public. No duh you're intrigued."
Well, I can't argue with that.
"Now, anymore questions?"
I pondered, "Yes, the peacock!"
Lal sighed, "I forgot about that. The peacock is what we call a box animal, or box weapon."
What?
Lal analyzed my face, "Sit down, this is gonna be much, much harder to explain."
What. The. Hell.
Lal told me in detail what these "box weapons" are. The mafia officially makes absolutely NO sense whatsoever. Powers? Flames? Babies?
Should I rethink my decision on staying? Heck, can I even leave now?
"What the… I don't even…"
Lal wrapped her arm around my neck, "It'll make sense in time."
I shook my head in disagreement.
She began walking, as did I, "Is there anything you'd like to do?"
"Yeah," I nodded, "Meet more people."
Byakuran walked into a room full of computers and row of about five people typing away.
"Kitwari-kun~ Can I ask you something?" Byakuran smiled.
One of the men stopped and turned around, "What is it, Byakuran-sama?"
"Well… Yuni-chan's pacifier glowed. Meaning there was something going on with one of the missing pacifiers. So, I'd like to know all the flame activity in as many places as you can find. M'kay~?" Byakuran bit down on another marshmallow.
"Yes, Byakuran-sama." The pencil-pusher sat back down and went right back to work.
Byakuran smiled with a light chuckle, and headed out.
"Wait!"
Byakuran turned around, "Hm-hm? Found something?"
Kitwari pointed to a screen above him, showing a map of Italy, their base, and another blip on the radar on the other side of Italy altogether, "There was a leak of high-powered rain flames about an hour ago. Traces of it leaked out of wherever it was staying, and they're still dissipating."
Byakuran grinned in satisfaction, "Thank you, Kitwari-kun~!"
Byakuran headed out once again. So, the missing rain pacifier has been located. I better get a team out there then. I wonder if the fifth squad will do it… Nah, knowing their leader, they'll stay here. Another squad then….
Yes! I was going to leave the base for once!
Lal agreed that I should meet some more people, so I feel a little more comfortable in the base.
I can see the door! I can finally leave! Who knows? I might be able to find someone that can make sense of this mafia stuff!
Lal stopped dead in her tracks, and I stopped and turned to her, "What's wrong?"
She looked down at Colonello's pacifier dangling from my neck, "…Damnit. I'm sorry.
I looked at her with nervous and endearing eyes, "What's… Wrong?"
"I should've remembered!" Lal scolded herself, "I've just completely messed up your somewhat normal life!"
She figures that out now? Or… Does she mean mafia life?
"What… What did you do?"
She opened a door to a room with a couple chairs.
"Take a seat, this is going to be even more complicated to explain than the boxes."
I sat down. Now, I'm rather nervous.
Lal sat down beside me, "The mafia…. Well… Is in the middle of a war."
"A… Hmm, turf war?" I assumed.
"Well, sort of. Except the turf isn't just this town…"
"All of Italy?" I shrugged. Lal shook her head, "Europe?"
"The world." Lal finished.
I widened my eyes in fear, "World domination? No joke?"
Lal shook her head.
Normally, well, before I met Lal, I wouldn't believe her. But the pacifier, the gun, the "box weapons," the firepower in the kitchen, and many other things prove Lal to be a trusty source. But, is world domination a business that the mafia recently gotten into? I mean, the ruler of the world isn't as glamorous as I think it is. So much stress, enemies, world issues, power- Oh, duh. Power. All this façade is, is a fight for power. All so everybody can kiss his toes.
The real question is what have I gotten myself into?
