Chapter 44
Isago stood before Bei Li who placed his shiny face in front of him, a purple panda headband held his hair back as Bei Li opened his eyes and gave Isago a thumbs up while flaring his nostrils.
"Hit it with me!"
Isago blinked with the scar remover in his hand. He had been the client of this machine years ago, but being the actual one to use it on someone else? He didn't even have a professional degree which his past facial caretaker would show in front of his face. As instructed, Bei Li had prepared himself with all of the masks he could lay his hands on last night. His skin was glowing with moisture and skin products that he placed beforehand.
The machine he held in his hand was a laser scar removal one. A laser that was placed in the shape of a pen. In another one of his timelines, he had researched about it and created one with a future scientist. Isago took that blueprint and gave it to the girl inventor who made it without any difficulty at all. She was enthusiastic when she saw that the guardian who needed the machine was also a beauty fanatic.
Those two bonded over their favourite products.
"This might hurt the further we go down," Isago patted Bei Li's face and the guy smirked after crossing his arms over his chest. Isago remembered his past life's experience, the burning smell of his own skin still lingered under his nose. He remembered clutching the bed because of the pain, and although it wasn't a pain that was worse than torture, Isago knew for someone who never experienced torture, it may be a surprising impact on Bei Li. "Remember we need five scheduled operations in the next few days. Other than that, don't go under the sun for three days at least."
"Boss, I am fully prepared to regain my ultimate beauty back."
Isago lowered his head with amusement before placing a pair of sunglasses that were completely opaque in the lenses on top of Bei Li's eyes. He shuffled on a pair of normal sunglasses on himself before pressing the button on the machine. It started to whirl, a loud noise echoing throughout the entire room as the power started to charge upon the cable.
"Don't scream," Isago warned before pressing the pen onto Bei Li's jaw.
Nonetheless, the screams echoed out like a siren in that hour.
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Usagi cast her eyes around the room, observing her new space in the newly built base of hers. She had requested a two-room space that was linked together. After all, Usagi was on the verge of her own potion's breakthrough. The previous healing liquid was a simple mix of a few chemicals, but she aimed to place flames instead of chemicals. A few sun flames and a mixture of cloud flames stood for increasing the healing factors of her potion.
The entire room was blank before a knock on the door was heard.
"Usagi, I've brought your room furniture," a pink-haired girl in a ponytail and mask walked in, carrying a few boxes in her hands. Cervello really didn't have a name for each individual, but it seemed as if they were fine with being called one name. At first, Usagi was worried about their loyalties, but they swore that even if they were trained by Cervello, they dedicated their lives to protecting Isago Sawada.
"Thank you!" Usagi clapped her hands as her whole face beamed before gesturing to the corner of her room. "Could you put it over there?"
Cervello nodded, although not saying anything in reply, Usagi could see a small smile on the girl's face. Usagi helped out with the remaining boxes that were placed outside of her room, unpacking most of the stuff before her hand hovered over the old pair of guns that the Vongola had made for her. It was a gift from Mateo, congratulating her for passing his course. Mateo was really a good trainer, and to be honest, Usagi could tell that Mateo suited to be in Isago's family more than Vongola.
His brother was not the ambitious kind.
Even though he was now being forced to lead such a large group. Mateo was good for the older brother since he would teach him to become more ambitious. Usagi mulled over her thoughts before taking the gun and placing it on her weapon shelf. Even if she didn't need it, it was good to have a back up.
"Mateo, huh?" Usagi pondered a bit before lifting her twinkling eyes to the gun that she held close to her body. It was the one that Isago had gone to Verde for. In a way, Usagi had realized that Isago slaughtered the entire Varia for her. She felt flattered- also self-conscious of how she was dragging down Isago. She was the only one who got poisoned. It might have been because she was Isago's girlfriend and that Xanxus had taken the chance of the match not being recorded to strike her, but she was the only one that made Isago worry. She had to do something as his storm.
"Mateo...huh?"
"Usagi?" Cervello called out before Usagi snapped her attention to the front and mustered her brightest smile.
"I'm fine! Don't forget the birthday party today at six! It's a surprise for Isago!"
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Suddenly, icy fingers grabbed his arm as he inched through the darkness. It was like walking blindfolded yet Isago could grasp the feeling of the memories on his hands. The twins were beside him as they tugged him deeper into the abyss. There was a bright light before the three entered, Lucille gripped Isago's hand tightly as the girl was found crying on the ground.
"Mom-" she sobbed into her hands, then threw them on the ground in the cold and empty place. She was shivering in the cold, trembling as her bare knees hit the floor like some kind of curse. Her mom was always like that, silent, unanswering. Condescending.
"Why? Why do you hate me?"
She was left in the darkness as usual. Tethla Young hated her mother. She hated her birth mother so much that she also loved her to the point where she couldn't stand her coldness coming out from her lips. She was scared. She didn't know who she was anymore. She didn't know what she was capable of doing. To please her father, Tethla had placed on mask after mask. She became someone he loved, and despite all the emotions that told her what she did was the wrong thing, she still did them. She did them to please her father, yet she knew the more she listened to her father, the more her mother hated her. She felt suffocated because she didn't know who she was anymore. She had acted so much that she didn't even understand who she was herself.
"Who am I?"
She didn't know. No one knew. Some days, she questioned if those feelings that were swirling inside her were real. Or were they made up because her father wanted her to feel that way? Maybe it was because she felt bad at what she had done to the children. She didn't even know if what she was feeling was just another mask that she created. Were all those smiles she had fake? Had she even been happy for once without any influence from her father? Her father ruled over the family. He had a say, whereas her mother did not. She felt sorry for her mother, but at the same time, she hated her because her mother never looked at her once.
Her shoulders trembled as she tried to lift off the endless masks that were strapped and bound to her face. It felt like a bottle that was overflowing with negative emotions yet she couldn't unscrew the cap or pour it all out. She was scared to be hurt by her family. She was scared to be alone in the darkness, but she couldn't do anything about them. All she could do was to bottle them all up and act like a good girl.
When she was thirteen, she decided that she would not regret it. She would not look back because it was already too late. The past was what created her, and pain was what brought wisdom to her. It hurt her, but it was the only thing that she had, it was the only thing that she clung onto when everyone around her saw her as her father's daughter. Her sadness felt like an overflowing river, crashing onto the shores while swallowing the smaller pebbles that sparkled with nothing but fake fragments of emotion. As she experimented on the living, tears dribbled down her cheeks and her soul screamed and agony. But she still continued to laugh. She continued to talk as if nothing happened because that was what pleased her father.
"Why won't you look at me?!" Tethla shrieked as tears streamed down her face. It was like talking to a wall, frustrating and oppressed. She felt like she was being oppressed by the only person who she looked up to. "Do you hate me that much?! Your own daughter?!"
Her mother was nothing but a wall. An unspeakable, repulsive wall that her father hated. Some days she would question why her father hated her mother so much. After all, weren't they married? But all her father said was that her mother was no one important. Just a woman who threw herself at her father and bound him with her. He said that she forced him down, that she created Tethla. His words made her realize that her mother had no shame. She never took initiative to understand her mother because her mother was exactly how her father described her to be. Cold, prideful, and fragile. She didn't want to know about her mother because she feared realizing that her mother was human. It was much easier to see her mother as nothing but a slut or a bitch.
"I hate you," she spat out with venom. "I hate you so much for giving birth to me because of your flimsy affections for my father!"
But despite all her words, she still hoped that her mother would turn around and acknowledge all her hard work. She still hoped that her mother would smile at her brightly, praising her at how well she did in school at the experiments. But her mother never did. Tethla didn't even like her father all that much. When she grew up, she realized that her father was a cruel and overly obsessive man. He would pray daily to a person who never even existed in this world. Tethla was not an idiot. She had searched up the man's name, however, there was no one who existed under that alias. At times, she wondered if her father was mentally ill – but she didn't question it because he was the only reason she was alive. Without him, she would have no resources. No food to eat, no clothes to wear, and no shelter over her head.
Everyone worshipped her father. Her father was the genius of the century and whenever she complained about her feelings to her father's subordinates, her father would find out. He would beat her, yank her by the hair before shutting her in that cold and isolated room until she would behave.
"I'll behave!" she pleaded, banging her fists on the black, iron door. The darkness was eating her- horrible, terribly black eyes that stared at her from the depths within. They stared at her like she was prey like they were the hunter even though her father was the owner of this place. Tears streamed down on her pale cheeks as she begged.
"I will be good!"
"Please let me out, I will be good!"
But her father never answered her unless she was half dead, trembling and writhing in pain on the floor. She used to scream for help at night, help from the darkness and cry until she ran out of tears. But now she only made a kind of whining that didn't sound like any type of whining at all. The darkness devoured her each day.
Every step she took was like stepping on top of a tightrope. She had to do everything correctly without making a single mistake. It was either herself or her father. At this point, even the organization was against anyone who was against them. Somedays, they would kick the children. The children who Tethla would never be able to save because she chose herself. They had frightened, disgusted eyes. All of them. Since her father wanted more subjects with embryos, her father ordered an orgy.
The organization would call them beautiful. They would release men and women in half ecstasy from the drug that they had injected in them and place them into a single room. Beautiful nudes that the innocent children had accepted from a young age. Soon, most of them turned into imbeciles. They chose to turn into brainless and inane subjects to her father's experiments, laughing with such joy and bliss that Tethla had found herself agreeing with all the scientists there.
Yes, they were beautiful.
Children of all ages were ready to breed with any man or woman, family or stranger. They only cared about the deep pleasure they had seeped on for entertainment. For a way to release their boredom. No longer was the sanity in them- they had released themselves to their desires. They made temples, temples filled with beautiful women offering themselves as something similar to a toy. Somedays, the organization would have their own share of women. They would never whine after their minds had been broken. They did not speak and only pretended to be mute who understood nothing. They never stopped playing and their eyes rolled to the back with the sweet, thin strand of saliva serving as their melodic tones.
Their slender legs, sweet nectar which dripped out of their flesh made it so more appealing to everyone. Others, who didn't obey became slaves that were whipped and punished for their disobedience. They were injected with fear, malnutrition, and painful experiments that no one could withstand after the third room down the dark and damp hall. Some became more than slaves. They became intellectually deprived- retards who sat there, hunched in the dark corners of their own rooms, trembling as they bit their fingernails until bits and pieces of their own flesh started to hit the ground.
They sat there, bare feet and dirty toes which were so unkept that Tethla had laughed at them for choosing the hard way in life. Yes, those good-for-nothing fuckers. Tethla found the ways that they dealt with the children horrible, but it was in her blood. Her father's blood which she had inherited not from her own will. The liquid that ran thicker than water. The other group of imbeciles fumbled with their genitals, laughing and celebrating their victory.
Usually, Tethla would join them naked. Her buttocks and thighs up there in the air and jiggling as she swung around on her large horse toy, giggling and crying out from the pleasure that sat in with her own excitement. Her back would always be festered with bumps the next day. Just a certain time that she played a bit too much in the party. This was her utopia. This was what she longed for in her joy in life. She would wiggle her toes freely, salves to legs bare as men and women would come to flock over her like a parade of birds.
The beauty was not in their acts. The beauty was in the pleasures that they received from such acts. Friendships turned into mere circumstantial passion. The tenderness in their relationships was tarnished and sunken into the deep and black waters. When they saw each other, they were reverted back into their animalistic forms.
Beautiful and fragile.
"Mom," Tethla called as her green eyes flickered into the darkness where her mother would sleep. The lightning bolts crashed outside of their laboratory, announcing their presence as the shattering of rain puckered their teardrops onto the window sills. Her mother did not answer her. "Our drug had finally been created. Dad made a breakthrough."
Her eyebrows furrowed up at the dead silence that accompanied her for most of her life. Again, her mother was ignoring her. It was at this point in her life when she was angry at her mother. Did her mother deserve her affections? Why did she love her mother when she ignored her, gave her no right to her own decisions, and abused her heart? Because of that, Tethla's heart became cruller.
"You bitch! You intellectually deprived swine!" She shrieked before flinging her hand across the woman's face. Her mother for once reacted to her violent tendencies, shaking with pure disbelief across her blue eyes. The feeling bubbled inside of Tethla's chest before her hand twitched again, eager to lay out all her frustrations and aggravation onto the woman that was now sitting in front of her. "It's all your fault! It's all your fault! It was your fault for giving birth to me! It was your fault that I was known to be the villain! It was your fault for not being a good enough mother to me!"
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It was all this bitch's fault.
Her mother was her curse.
"You should have never been born."
Was all Tethla needed to hear before lashing out on her mother again. Punching turned into stomping. Over and over again, she would kick her mother until her mother threw up. She would claw at her face until the skin started peeling down. But that was not enough. That was not enough to satisfy Tethla's anger.
This ignorant, pissant retard.
This foolish idiocy that her mother sprouted out- Tethla was better. No, this was not her mother. This was a swine.
This intellectually deprived- inflammatory lowlife-
She who had danced in ultimate pleasure, could not take the disastrous things that slipped out of her mother's mouth. She shrieked and howled, yanking her mother's hair like how her father would do to her. She twisted the bones in her mother's body to gouge out a further reaction. It was all her mother's fault for ignoring her. She degraded her mother by having a couple more men come down and toy with the nectar that became the colour of blood. Liquid dribbled down her mother's lips as Tethla panted, tired of everything she was doing to this damn woman.
But that was not enough. It was all her mother's fault.
It felt like a sin to be hurting her own blood-related mother, but she couldn't stop herself. Her hands turned into knives before she stabbed her mother over and over again. It was okay because she didn't slash through her vital organs. It was okay because her mother healed extremely fast for a human. It was okay because none of them were human anymore. They were all monsters, experimenting on human life yet to Tethla it became a daily occurrence. It was all her mother's fault.
Her father was relatively pleased with her actions, and that only encouraged her more. But her mother never begged for mercy or apologized for her words. And that irked Tethla. Truly, what a prideful bitch. She tried so hard for her mother, tried so hard for her to turn around and see her own daughter working with her father yet the woman did not understand how lucky she was. All of that hard work she put in, was all for nothing. She remembered herself crying and screaming when no one was there. She knew that it was wrong to be hurting her birth mother. It was a sin- but it was all her mother's fault.
That was right. Her mother was a monster. Her mother was nothing but a wall. Her mother was a psycho. A fucking mute. What did her mother think she was? What was with that shitty attitude when she reacted to her tortures? How dare her mother say that she didn't belong to this world. It was all her mother's fault.
Tethla wanted to die. She felt paralyzed because she wanted to die. Her brain purposefully disabled her entire body because it knew that she would do something stupid. She was shivering in the darkness, tears streaming down her face as she lay in bed. Nothing but words of comfort rang out of her mouth except her head played insults from her father like a broken record in her head. Needles pricked her eyes before a hammering was felt at the back of her head. Her breaths were shallow as she trembled, crying before she wrapped her arms around her body and formed a small ball. She was all alone in this world.
She didn't want to live anymore; she just wanted everything to end. It felt like drowning. She knew it was such a trivial thing compared to her father's experiments, but she felt like dying. She had nothing now. Her father was arrested by the police – so was the entire organization and everyone who worked for them. She was the only one that escaped out, yet the experiments were still incomplete. They were so close when the government figured out their illegal conduction. It was all her mother's fault.
"Stop!"
There was nothing but pure terror that reigned over Tethla's face. Her lips quivered as her shaking hand held in front of her body tried pushing the woman off. Her mouth was stretched all the way down to the bottom as she uttered threats to stop the madwoman. Her mother was standing in front of her, now crawled out on top of Tethla with her hair down and covering all her facial features. In her hand held, a sharp knife and it slammed down into the ground, right beside Tethla's ear. Her mother's scars and wounds were starting to break apart, bleeding through her white cotton pyjamas while she yanked the weapon out of the wooden boards, lifting it up again as her eyes flashed with rage. Tethla's eyebrows were pulled up together before she screamed out another warning and kicked the woman right in the stomach. She couldn't die now. She had to complete her father's lifelong project.
She was so close. Almost there. All her hopes were on the two children inside her stomach. All she needed to do is inject the drug into her bloodstream and her mission would be done. She tried pushing her up, stumbling halfway before her face grazed onto the floor, scraping some of her skin along with it as she started to crawl towards the main laboratory down the stairs. Her mother followed her, steps staggering with fatigue and the long white dress trailing behind her footsteps. Tethla couldn't see her mother's face, but all that echoed in her mind was that it was her mother's fault.
It was all her mother's fault for father failing the experiment. It was her mother's fault that the cops kicked in unannounced and arrested all of them. It was her mother's fault that Tethla was the only one who escaped because her father sent her out on an errand. Her stomach was bulging, and she felt the twins inside her body pulsing with life. There was sucking on her blood like vampires, blood-eating monsters that would soon eat her life along with them. They were results from her final evolution.
Almost- almost!
Hot sweat was running down her neck. Her makeup was melting along with the tears that were streaming down her face with agony. She shrieked before tripping on one of the stairs and tumbling down to the bottom of the second floor. Her mother was standing right in front of her.
"Hah...hah...hah…"
Tethla laughed despite her weak body drowning out in a pool of her own blood. In her chest lay the dagger that her mother stabbed into her breast, coated with her mother's own blood from the earlier struggle. Even at the end of her life, Tethla was only an experiment for her father. She loathed her parents. She loathed those who brought her into this wretched world who would undeniably be the result of her death. At least... She would die in peace. Her mission was finally completed as the drug pulsed in her veins. As expected, the boxes were also sent out across the world – and those who were truly worthy of becoming monsters would be able to awaken themselves within that drug.
Her life's memories were flashing before her eyes, mocking and jeering at her for her own mistakes. She never lived a happy one. In her next life, she hoped that she would be somewhere that people accepted her for who she was. She hoped that whoever found her body would die in wretched pain. Even the twins who sipped on her life force with joy would never be loved by anyone in this world, she cursed them. They were the curse that took away her happiness. It was all her mother's fault. She wanted everything dead. Everything that stripped her happiness away from her.
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Her mother thought she was dead, but she survived. Tethla's giggle was only a bare whisper when she realized that she had won over her mother. There was a sudden darkness that started to seep out of her shoulders. That was right, this was the form of the drug that her dear father had treasured so much. He said he had gotten this from his master- a newly formed drug that was never used on anyone yet. But that didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. Even at the end of her life, she never knew the name of her mother.
It was all her mother's fault.
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Isago fell backwards on his back as he heaved, feeling the damp, damp cloth stick to his neck. His chin was trembling before he covered his mouth with his right hand, left hand on the ground and after him so that it could support his overall body. There was one thing that Isago had learned from this new experience, which was whoever's memories they read, they would share the emotions that person experienced during that time period. It was unnerving- crawling on his skin like the countless flesh eating ants that Isago had experienced. He shuddered, gasping for air before dry heaving once.
The emotions spoke to him. He didn't know why but they were twisting his mind to their will. Isago shook his head and tried blinking them out of his head. Not now. He was too busy. He couldn't fall here. Not here- not now. Isago clenched his jaw before untensing them to look at the twins who were staring at him with their emerald eyes.
"Our mother-"
"-Was a bitch herself."
The twins exchanged glances before opening their mouths. There was no hesitation as Lucas explained that they knew most of their mother's story due to the fact that they were conscious in her stomach.
"We didn't know the rest, however," Lucille prattled with a bright grin. "It was nice to see mother suffer before she had us!"
"The bitch," Lucas corrected his brother and smiled slightly. "She went crazy after her father experimented on her body."
"Fredrick," Isago uttered the name before closing his eyes to recall all the information about this newfound villain. He swallowed once, feeling the emotions of Tethla still stuck in his throat as he swallowed again, trying to get rid of it. He got rid of it because his Eternal flames were swallowing his despair by the moment. They were comforting him, eating all the darkness that was starting to swirl up through his throat. Fredrick was dead- there was no doubt about it. They couldn't find his body due to the fact that it was destroyed in the process, but Isago was almost sure that Fredrick was from Byakuran's future.
The man that Tethla mentioned her father worshiped was none other than Byakuran. Other than that, everything matched up. In one of the timelines, Isago was sent out by Tsuna to destroy the time machine that Byakuran had built. He had failed- destroying the machine just a step too late and Byakuran had sent one person into the past at that exact moment. There was also a timeline where Isago had destroyed it permanently from that timeline, so all he really needed to focus on was the one that sent a person into the past.
"Bitch's father was trying to invent supernatural humans that didn't need the power of flames," Lucas said and crossed his legs into a criss-cross position. Lucille on the other hand, extended his legs to the front, jiggling them with glee as Lucas continued. "I told you that it was Byakuran's future subordinates. However, Satan failed his experiment and went to something else."
Satan?
"Fredrick!" Lucille smiled and clapped his hands. "Granddaddy did something to change the overall formula of the drug!"
"Satan," Lucas narrowed his eyes and corrected his brother once again.
"Satan!" Lucille chimed with obedience.
Isago choked in amusement before grinning out at the two's conversation. There was a moment of silence before Isago's mind whirled to the past conversations that he had with Byakuran. There was nothing that indicated anything about a drug. Even though Isago was close with Byakuran, the man still managed to hide the time machine plans and drug information from Isago. Isago clicked his tongue when he thought of the information.
Yes, he had been drugged by Byakuran dozens of times in his timelines, but none of them were important enough to give him supernatural powers. Neither in the anime had Byakuran devised a plan to make a time machine. Things had derailed from the original plot quite badly. Other than that, Isago needed to remember that he needed to power himself up before Byakuran tried to find his current self and take him into the future. That man would not waste a single chance.
"I told you we'd work on our flames," Lucas said slowly before getting up. He lifted his hand towards Lucille and pulled his twin up with a heave before turning to Isago. Both of the twins extended their hands and Isago smiled, grasping their grips before he stood up himself.
"I'll learn as many techniques from Viper!" Lucille grinned sweetly before he started skipping towards the exit. Isago's eyes glanced over to Tethla Young's cremated body, observing it once more before something in his mind clicked. The woman had black hair that resembled the twins, and in her memory, she had a set of green eyes that sunk with a desperate hollow. The whole point of bringing Tethla's body here was because Isago was curious to see if he was actually the result of a drug- yet after getting Reborn into his family, he realized that it wasn't important anymore.
Tethla was a petite woman, shorter than the average female due to her malnutrition and overworked state. Her hands were scraped from her last fight with her mother, and although the body was properly kept together, Isago could feel the lingering flames from the wound. It was faint, but Isago noticed the smell of a cloud flame. His hyper intuition was also pointing it bluntly in his face that he needed to pay attention to the mother who ignored her child for the entirety of her life.
Lucas stepped closer to Isago before flashing the image of the mother in her frenzy state once again. It was the view from Tethla's eyes, and the vision was hectic and very blurry. It was blurry, but Isago could tell the basic appearance of the woman. Her hair was in the colour of dark blue, and though there were scars on her face, when they were fighting on top of each other, Isago caught a glimpse of her blue eyes. What really stood out, however- was the scot-covered scar under her left eye.
"Lucas, can you zoom in on that image?" Isago asked before the image paused at that time, then started inching closer. Lucas frowned physically after the image stopped only centimetres after giving a close-up. Isago patted Lucas's head gratefully. "Don't worry, that's enough."
Isago focused on the image, trying to trace out the scar before getting a very vague picture of- he froze. There was an orange scar. An orange...star. Lucille gasped at the front of the door, instantly moving his eyes to meet with his brother's. The three all stopped in motion before Isago snapped back, suddenly feeling an overwhelming sense of humour.
"Hah- haha-"
Isago covered his mouth as the laughs trembled out of his lips. His shoulders shook with amusement before throwing his hand off and grinning at the twins.
"Uni," Isago bit out with another strand of dark chuckles. His eyes flashed with red before he expanded his hyper-intuition towards his hypothesis. Sure enough, there was a tingling feeling that Isago had to trust in his gut. He lifted his chin to stare at the two twins in front of him. "Doesn't it look like a grown up version of Uni from the anime? Even though her hair was covering most of her face, her blue eyes and especially that star of hers proves that she must be related."
"We're related to the...sky arcobaleno?" Lucille tilted his head with rapid blinks before pushing his question further. "But we-"
"We have green eyes instead of blue," Lucas said before closing his tense jaw. His body was stiff before piling up all the facts in front of them. "No, Satan's eyes were green. We inherited his eye colour."
"There's no way that it was Aria," Isago nodded before quirking up his eyebrow playfully at Lucas' use of the devil on Fredrick. The name suited that man, however. "Uni wasn't even born yet so it must be someone related to them. As to how she ended up with Fredrick, we don't know. But this definitely is a big discovery on your heritage and the anime story."
"In the anime, their line had shorter life spans," Lucas concluded before glancing back at Isago. "It couldn't have been the first arcobaleno."
"She must have been a relative?" Lucille suggested with a small shrug and turned towards Isago. "If she's really a relative, then she should have died?"
The three all knew about the short lifespans for the arcobaleno. But again, this woman hadn't been cursed from the pacifier.
"I have doubts about her being related to the Giglio Nero Famiglia in the first place," Isago knitted his eyebrows but his hyper intuition was telling him that he was on the right track. But again, this was an anime world. There was no way someone who was a background character had the same characteristics like Uni without having a backstory related to them. Even for Fon and Hibari, there was a rumour that they were related.
Not to mention the lingering of cloud flames. The person knew how to use flames. How much more obvious did this world have to make it? Lucas and Lucille both bobbed their heads at Isago's conclusion. Why was his hyper intuition bringing attention to this relative of the acroblano? It was good that Isago had figured out the twins' potential heritage and short lifespans which he would have to find a way to extend them, but something just nagged at Isago's gut at that information.
Could it be that she was still alive?
There was a certain possibility.
"Give me a second," Isago murmured before closing his eyes. The sky mare on his finger started to shimmer with a blue and orange hue before he expanded his thoughts into air. He could feel the existence of all his timelines. It was similar to floating in air and watching his other selves underneath his feet. He did a quick explaining to his other selves before sending all the information towards them.
The goal was simple: locate the woman who was Tethla's birth mother. It might take some time, but a few thousand Isagos were better than one. Isago blinked a few times before exiting that state, the glow sparkling on his finger before Isago nodded slightly.
"I hope we can find her soon."
That was definitely important.
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"Isago, we finished the construction," the three inventors called out to him casually and Isago thanked them almost instantly, the grin on his face widened to the point where it reached his cheekbones. He glanced over the map and the changes they had made before giving them the first choice to choose their floors. They were delighted that Isago placed them first.
Inventors had floors of their own instead of rooms like his other guardians. One reason was that they needed space to expand their inventions and materials. The other reason was because they could easily make more floors as they saw fit. Again, they expressed their awe and gratitude at how Isago was so nice to his own members. Was it unusual? Isago liked giving his members their own freedom as long as they knew that it would benefit their family.
"Anything else that you would like to request? Boss?" Elucid grinned before Isago chuckled at their enthusiasm. The three inventors all looked towards their boss for more directions and Isago compiled them.
"I need training rooms for my guardians. Bulletproof, flameproof and unbreakable walls if possible. I would like to station them on floor three since that would be under my member's rooms," Isago drew a vague outline before organizing his thoughts and giving them a firm nod. "If possible, I would like training machines too. For floor five, a gravity machine that would increase the gravity on that specific floor."
Lukeli's eyes widened at the suggestion before saying, "Wow...boss, your plans are always so elaborate."
"That's not the end of it," Isago grinned at her before introducing his twenty-floor plan. There was a spa and beauty salon made also for Bei Li and the others who would potentially take interest in beauty. It was also because Isago wanted to train a few members in mafia seduction. They would be quite useful in the future. Isago knew the three weaknesses of men, money, alcohol, and women. That was one of the things that he would target.
"Other than that, we need more materials. I will secure them as soon as possible," Isago lowered his head before thanking them for all their hard work. The third inventor, Sojikei laughed with kind streaks all over his face and said that it was a delight to work for such a polite boss. There were a couple of things that Isago wanted to guarantee in his family. One such as loyalty which he took the idea from Harry Potter's Hogwarts to create a dining room where everyone was present.
There would be thrones- no seats that were held high above the others as seats for his guardians and higher-ups. In this way, he created a way to interact with his members and get to know them on a personal level. It was one thing to be leading an entire group of people, but a good leader knew what each of their members wanted and could take. It strengthened their belief in their boss and it would increase their motivations if Isago actually had to lead them into battle.
Then Isago realized that he should hire a chef for his family. No, scratch that- chefs. So far, their food was managed by Usagi, Thadeka, and surprisingly Bei Li who was really good at Chinese dishes. Since Bei Li had nothing to do after his laser treatment, he could take care of the food for the next couple of days. There was honestly so much to do and Isago hadn't even begun thinking about the rest. Aurelio's request for the interviews was two days later while he had to meet the Giglio Nero Famiglia tomorrow. There was already a stack of gifts that he had lined up for that meeting, and Isago preferred the more civilized way to persuade them to give him the rings.
Of course, all his guardians except for Bei Li would be there to obliterate the Giglio Nero Famiglia if they refused. Isago had done it once, and he would do it over again if they resisted. There was already information about that family's weakness in his mind and experience in killing them from the other timelines. The moment they celebrated Reborn's birthday, Isago had handed all the information to Usagi and Adriano to pass it to his other guardians. Usagi was more or less their prime strategist since she had studied them with the battle of the rings.
Aurelio suited information gathering after seeing his fast work and spying on the fatso's child-slave buying habits. Talking about that area, Isago had ordered Thadeka and Aurelio to make it a temporary living place for those children who wanted to join the interview in joining Notte Eterna. There were so many things to think about- also his monthly rent from the entire building he had bought in Italy needed to be collected in a few days. He would leave Adriano that task. Other than that, the inventors were using machines to move and build structures. It was handy, but Isago decided that they needed more people.
Not only that, he had to keep his daily training up.
"Boss?" Lukeli called and Isago snapped his eyes towards his inventors.
"Sorry, I was thinking about the chefs and the number of members that will be coming in the next few days," Isago laughed and Elucid shook his head, patting Isago on the shoulder. "For today, just rest! The others can come later! Let's go to the dining room! Usagi has already called us for dinner!"
Although Isago nodded with a grin, he was not taking the advice at all. He needed his secretary with him at all times so that they could organize this. Adriano these days was too busy with the material gathering in place of Bei Li. He needed to find a second secretary. Isago really didn't want to groan, but now it was a good time to be whimpering all his stress out. But he didn't. He swallowed it down and lifted his chin so that he could appear like he had nothing on his shoulders.
It seemed like he had no time to sleep these few days.
What was sleep? Isago scoffed in his own mind before dashing out a very childish phrase. Sleep was for the weak.
Which was not true because he knew very well how sleep could help his optimal condition. He was slightly haggard but was well off because of Reborn's sun flames that accompanied him to sleep for the past few days. All in all, Isago had to organize a few members to seek out more people that could help him. His guardians couldn't slack off either. They were too busy building the base and helping him with his own stuff to be working on their training. The twins were an exception because they were seen as the youngest next to Aurelio. Aurelio wanted to work himself since the recruitment from the slums was his idea.
Thadeka was already set to be teaching the incoming kids and Isago had to find tutors for them. Not only that, he also had to keep an eye on Spanner. Around this time, Shoichi would enter high school. Tsuna too- he had to call Tsuna to make sure he didn't blacken into that possessive and needy brother of his. Tutors were easy- all he needed to do was to reach into his other timelines and see how they were developing. Isago had already predicted this so he had told all his timeline selves to cooperate with him.
For example, if one timeline was focused on finding tutors, the other timeline would scout out potential mines or ways to earn more money. On and on, one timeline would create ways to recruit more people- the other one would fly around the world to collect all the people who had potential flames for his family. With all his other selves working on his jobs, Isago would have the information in hand and share it with his other timelines. There was bound to be one timeline that invented a new drug or the technology in that era would be so advanced that he could be the creator to all of them. Thinking about it now, the Mare ring was seriously overpowered.
Isago finally understood how Byakuran was able to rule the world within only a couple of years. But then again, the stress that Isago had to go through was larger than that bastard's. He didn't care about his units or members while Isago had to ensure their loyalties. He also had to find methods for gaining more money. Yes, the stocks and lottery. Some of his timelines were ahead of each other, some, a couple of days and the others a couple of months. None of them extended to years, however. The only information that he had gotten was from his future selves from the timelines that he didn't gain the Mare rings.
It was probably an error in the system since Isago was not supposed to know what happened in the future. However, because Byakuran flew from timeline to timeline, even using his time machine to go into the past to search for a similar version of his dead lover, he had broken the law and gave Isago access to the future where he didn't gain the ring. A pity that his future self had not taken note of the lottery tickets.
During his time at the Vongola, he was basically useless so Isago also couldn't utilize information from those timelines. They had restricted his future self to learn any new techniques, so unlike Isago's other timeline where he learned from Byakuran, the others were utterly useless. But moving on...
So far Isago needed to stop placing the Flame Extenders onto the market. Three was already enough to supply them with some money for the time being. Bei Li was also being useful since he said he could take care of some kids with Thadeka- though Isago didn't have much hope in him. The last thing he wanted was an army of narcissists.
They walked into the hall and stopped before a grand door after arriving at the sixth floor where the dining room was located. Isago blinked as he felt an over abundance of familiar flames on the other side, waiting with an invigorated tone in their personalities. Isago reached out to Lucas on the other side, but the child didn't answer him and demanded him to hurry up and open the door. Isago was amused but he complied, pushing open the door before a burst of sparkles bombarded his face.
"Hah! Isago fell for it this year!" Aurelio leaped up in his seat and pointed at Isago with an extremely playful grin along with his flamboyant clothes. A chain hung around his neck along with the hat that he wore which matched his bad boy style of clothing. Isago was a bit overwhelmed with the entire hall bustling with the smell of food and the entire table filled with sweets.
The entire room was so colourful, decorated with balloons and strings that hung from the top. They were all wearing coned hats and there was an extremely large banner that held the words, 'Happy Birthday, Isago!'
Bei Li was waving cooly with his newly bought suit and Thadeka was smiling proudly at Isago as if he was her child. Usagi started clapping her hands which induced everyone to start clapping. Lucille was jumping up and down while clapping his hands while Lucas had a single sour clap before commenting on how loud they were in their minds today.
You better enjoy this party or else.
Isago blinked before turning to Adriano who was grinning broadly with an adoring gaze that everyone had on their faces. He nodded in encouragement before his eyes started to tint with a bit of pink. Even his inventors on his side were clapping for him like it was the last day on Earth. A bunch of Cervello girls smiled softly as they clapped in the back. At this moment though, all that rang through Isago's head was his own members' birthdays. Looks like he had to do something grander for all of them.
Again, Isago was bombarded with the question of he should actually celebrate all his members' birthdays. If he recruited more members, wouldn't that just be birthday parties every single day? No, he couldn't waste all that hard-earned money on celebrations every day. Reborn clicked his tongue and Isago's attention was instantly stolen by the hitman. The hitman stepped up to Isago during all that clapping before leaping on top of Isago's shoulder and smacking him lightly on the neck.
"You're thinking too much, Vivo."
Yep. Isago decided it would be best to only celebrate his official guardian's birthdays next time. Maybe he should just create a sky, storm, rain, sun, lightning, cloud, and mist day instead of birthdays. That would be so much better. But for now-
"Happy birthday, Isago!"
Isago grinned with charm, his cheeks were a bit red from all the applause before clapping his hands out loud to silence all of them. Looking back at all of them, there had been so much change in his past two years. His 14th birthday was spent with his small family, Mom and Tsuna. His fifteenth birthday was with his half-gathered guardians. Now?
Isago scanned the entire hall as his eyes shimmered like the sea.
"Let's enjoy ourselves tonight!"