Chapter 6

Welcome to the family

As it turned out, being a lab specimen wasn't set out for him because he was as useless here as he was at Namimori. He couldn't handle extreme pain because god-dammit he was a civilian. Also, he had a tendency to pass out and generally not respond to tests judging by how rarely he got out of his cage lately. Dame-Tsuna indeed. I mean how can you mess up so badly that the underworld doesn't need you?!

He had bad stamina, so he couldn't keep up with the experiments. He passed out at the first instance of arduous pain. His shriek had brought out emotion (irritation) from the scientists whose job description most probably warned them from crying, begging and screaming nonsense from their 'patients' (good lord! These guys were doctors of Italy?!)

There's a disconnect in the story isn't there? Well, let's get back to what happened

Sawada Tsunayoshi was a young child who was accidentally smuggled to Italy because the Yakuza at Japan thought that he had a connection with the Bovino child, Bovino Lambo. It was a funny story which spelled bad news to the brunette

What happened was that they were going to be picked up at the site from a representative of the Estraneo famiglia. The lowering of the crates at a shady place took place with no or little commotion since this kind of human trafficking was common with the mafia.

'Heavens forbid Hibari figuring out this kind of stuff happen at Namimori' Tsuna thought forlornly with his arms tied behind. The brunette was tired with a case of rough jetlag from the long hours of traveling by ship.

He looked at Lambo who looked green with seasickness.

'I guess he didn't come to Namimori inside the cargo from a ship' and looked at the child with the awe at the genius of somehow thwarting Hibari's system to smuggle himself to the town.

He bit his lips in worry as he looked at the man who seemed to be counting the children sitting in a circle around him. He seemed to be inspecting them, like how retailers inspect the quality of their shipped products.

"Lambo... I don't think I'm going to like what this guy has in store for us. Do you feel even a little better now?

I know that the rocking of the ship made you feel sick... and we had nothing to eat for 4 days now. Not to mention the smell of the sea made you puke everything you ate at the bar."

He remembered peaking out of the carton from the slit at the top of the box and the feeling of dread of the precariously stacked boxes falling on them, maybe breaking the box and injuring them badly.

"Sorry for getting it on your shirt, Tsuna-nii."

"Don't worry about that, Lambo. I'm pretty sure it smells like sea water now."

"Add in the dust, then it's true."

They had chattered in the silence for the first day, telling the other about themselves. Lambo was cringing at the stories Tsuna told and he got the hint and stopped it. But the child also had cringe-worthy stories (they were in fear and absolute shock and maybe disgust, in his case) which he told the other, not even sparing the details. The child was also oblivious, so he heard about gruesome mafia missions for the span of a tv series marathon.

The second day was quieter and maybe tense, as Lambo filled in details of the Estraneo famiglia, like how it was an independent famiglia which got it's the test subjects from the traitors of other famiglias. The family thrived on human trafficking and was a black market for slaves and human weapons. He didn't want to hear the details though, so he didn't ask questions. Lambo seemed like he didn't want to talk about them either.

"The Bovino is a regular client of theirs." he spat out.

"But I hate their guts."

They were silent for a long time. Lambo then nudged at Tsuna.

"Tsuna-nii... I have something to tell you...

I wasn't supposed to be at Namimori. I coaxed the information from a friend of mine. He's older than me... and he was supposed to test you."

"Test me? But I'm not directly related to the Mafia until my dad does something."

"Actually... There has been speculation for a long time that Xanxus, an adopted son of Vongola Nono, is planning on usurping the throne.

The higher ups usually shrug it off as over-paranoia... but this time the Varia, the special assassination squad has been acting a bit strangely.

Vongola Nono said that there have been people around the route of the inheritance rings."

"From security cameras?"

"Those areas are special. They block any electronic signal. They can't be tampered with... It's like a purely analog area and it's riddled with security around it."

"So it's like a sacred treasure... it's known in myths and rumors but no proof of its existence is known."

"Yeah."

"How does Nono know?"

"That sounds funny nonono."

"Lambo, focus."

"Oh right. Ok.

It's the Vongola Hyper intuition, a trait which the Vongola boss, no matter how small in trait. The one most famous for it was the Primo.

Between you and me, Nono's a fanboy of Primo."

"Lambo..."

"Gosh. You're a killjoy. I've always wanted to try the old wives gossip thing- Ok ok, I'll get on with it. Don't give me that withering look.

You do want to know how it's connecting together, right?

Well, a lot of information about the inheritance has been circulating. It's hype. Not very obvious but it's more asked than usual.

Vongola thinks it's the Varia, given how ambitious Xanxus is. The guy doesn't have a shot as a boss, especially because he's like Secondo and Nono's an avid believer and follower of Primo. Not to mention, the guy's adopted and hard to control. Not a popular choice.

But he's powerful..."

"You're saying he can force himself to the throne."

"Yup, by murdering his sons."

"Can't they put protective forces around the candidates."

"Tsuna-nii... We're mafia. If we have to baby the boss candidate to make them the boss, they're going to die either way.

No one can subdue Xanxus with his high pride either. The only option would be to kill him. But he's got loyal followers and Nono wouldn't allow it."

"If the candidates become boss, then no one could steal it from them right?"

"The Varia are smart, that's why they can get away with the bullshit they pull. So they can assassinate the candidate with no suspicion other than pure gut feelings.

Then Xanxus would be the 11th head. If he can't be Decimo, he can choose the next best alternative.

Nono can't get any more kids, so if Xanxus ain't the head... nobody else would be."

"It's not like there is only one candidate right, how many can Xanxus kill?"

"...There are two of them left right now. There were four initially. We don't know where the two are right now."

"What?!"

"Yeah... So they want to see if they can mold you into a head. You see, you have the genes of primo. You're a part of the family tree."

"You're ridiculous. Primo would be my great-great-great something grandpa. Isn't it farfetched?"

"That's why you weren't in the official list. But in the unofficial candidates, you're the only one."

"I'm a civilian."

"And you're already involved with the mafia." the child said nudging at himself.

"Who told you all this anyway?!"

"The friend of mine. He was hired by an Arcobaleno, one of the seven strongest people in the world and filled in on the details."

Tsuna slammed his forehead into his knees, frustrated by the hopelessness of it all. Lambo looked sympathetically at him.

"Come to think of it... you're seriously smart for your age."

The child blushed at the compliment like he wasn't used to hearing that.

"It's Ahodera's fault. He spews all science-y nerd stuff. That... and from our famiglia's trade." he ended sourly.

The next two days were spent in silence since Tsuna was really hungry and tired, so he couldn't muster the energy to ask questions or think straight. Lambo was seasick and green the whole time. The child puked until there was nothing but his bile.

Looking at the sickly pallor and remembering what his delusions told about Estraneo, he came to a decision. This time, he wasn't going to regret it or doublethink it.

They were currently peaking out from the chest with the child leaning onto him, feeling too weak to stand on his own.

His eyes turned orange with determination and he lifted his elbow high and thrust it at the child's neck. It was a powerful and quick hit that made the child's eyes bulge with shock and he fell inside the cart with a thud.

This caught the attention of the representative who walked towards them. When the man came to a close enough proximity, he shrieked loud and startled the other out of a rational mind.

The man gruffly shouted,

"Shut up. Get into the circle over there with your partner."

"That kid died! Oh my lord! He died in the carton! And it's been really scary!" and he started repeating them over and over again, closing his body posture by physically shrinking into himself.

The man looked irritated and mumbled damn civilian and moved closer to the body. Seeing that the boy flinched when he touched the kid, he ordered irritatedly-

"Go join the others."

The brunette scampered to the others hastily and the man inspected the kid with an annoyed scowl, not thinking clearly.

Then he heard wails behind him. Huffing an annoyed sigh, thinking that he had a long day ahead of him he dismissed the child as dead since he was pale as a sheet, stunk and was curled in a fetal position. He couldn't check clearly as there was a disturbance behind him.

When Tsuna reached the children, he noted that most of them looked scared and were probably silenced into submission. But he had to act fast if he wanted the other to think the kid was dead. So he turned to the kid with the most scared expression and ...kicked him.

It set off a chain of crying- and created a huge racket.

Now the man was irritated and had a muddled thought process, making it easier to manipulate his thinking.

The representative did something unexpected, he took a gun and shot a random kid. The gunshot silenced the whole crowd of people bringing them back in control, which was bad for Tsuna.

Forcing himself out of the stupor-

'I have to get a grip! Or else Lambo can't get out of the situation.'

He shrieked and fell back. This got the other kids into a panic mode as they too started crying and shouting for mercy.

"I dwon't wanna die! I want my momma."

"Waaaah! Papa! Mama ! I want my papa and mama."

"I'm scared!"

The man came towards them, anger clouding his vision as he screamed at them to shut up. Tsuna quipped a scream to force the conversation to a certain direction.

"I wanna go home! Where are we going to go?!"

Then the man looked at the area and screamed.

"You are going to a new home now! And you'll eat, sleep and breathe on our mercy. The rest of your life is going towards science! We're going to put you into use.

Now, if you don't get into the car this instance. You're going to a different place than yer mama and papa! You're goin' straight to hell, where all naughty, disobedient kids go."

The kids muttered and sobbed... but they were generally subdued.

"Now git into that van!"

And they rushed into the van when the guy hit the head of the nearest child with the gun towards the van. The child fell and winced in pain, making the others focus in on him.

Seeing the lack of movement, he aimed at the feet of the child and shot. The child gave an agonizing scream as the other children dashed towards the van's storage compartment.

Tsuna came and picked up the child and supported him on his shoulder before scuffling to the back.

The man cursed at them as he made his way to the driver's seat and Tsuna gave one last look at the carton as he prayed for the health of the child, hoping that he hadn't extinguished the other's life.

The ride to the institution was noisy with wails and Tsuna found himself getting on the edge after being subjugated to the cries for 2 hours straight. Their begging and whining along with desperate thrashing around made him dreadful of the oncoming situation.

When they reached, Tsuna was dragged to another entrance separate from the others. They gave looks of jealousy at him like they thought he was going to be returned. Even though returning defective problems like him was a possibility... it was too optimistic of one.

'They must be wondering about my relationship with the Bovino.' and he darkly thought.

'Now Lambo is dead to them and I have no relation to them... so this is not going to end up well for me.'

They pulled him along and brought him to a room where people, who seemed to act like technicians or operators, worked. One of them swiveled out of her chair and moved towards him. She grabbed his chin and pulled it upwards to have a closer look. She glared and shouted in Italian, a language his delusion taught him by rambling in the language frequently.

"This is a damn civilian! There's no one who looks like that in the Bovino famiglia! How did he get passed with a Bovino!? They're a careful bunch so this shouldn't have happened! Where's the other one?!"

"Dead from seasickness."

"F*ck! Those b*stards are ruining business by shipping goods in a way they f*ckin break?!"

"Namimori has a strict security system. It's hard to jack someone else in an easier way."

"Sh*t. Anyway, interrogate that f*cker and find which famiglia is he from."

It was like a bad joke.

He was there kneeling on the ground as they brought a water barrel and some people surrounded him as they dunked him into the barrel while shouting the various threats and questions he heard from the mouths of the torturers of his enemies.

It was a ditto situation and it was like he was living through someone else feeling too tired and hungry to respond.

It was also like a rewind of the mirror and all the days of heaving and deep breathing along with the familiar sensation of choking. There were air bubbles circling him while his ears clogged and his eyes blurred. His nose ran and his eyes burned when they reached the surface while he got heartburn.

His memories lapsed and he was put into the scenarios as his 'bullies' and he just wanted to break his relation with water feeling his fingers tremble involuntarily as his body went to a memory lane with Natsu's death.

His knees were numb and his upper body was tense. His fear shut him down from the world... away from the angry screams and questions echoing in his ears.

Later when he came into consciousness, he was sitting in an uncomfortable chair with a flimsy table you couldn't grab on for support without the table falling on top of you.

The room was dark with a suspended oscillating lamp being the only source of light.

He was a drowned rat and the musky smell made him uncomfortable. There was a man sitting across him with a stern look on his face.

He moved forward and right into his space of vision and broke through his personal space bubble and said,

"They couldn't get a peep from you after drowning you. Do you want to be more cooperative this time?" And he grabbed his shoulder.

Tsuna could feel himself sweating, both from having his guard stripped off from the drowning and was tired from jetlag and hunger. He gulped and felt as vulnerable as he was when he was a child. Pieces of advice from his delusion flooded his brain, but he couldn't bring himself to implement anything.

So he nodded vigorously, willing to do anything to get the man out of his personal bubble. He felt too nervous.

The man screamed out-

"What's your relation with Bovino?!" and the loudness of his voice echoed through his still water-clogged ears, amplifying the sound and made him squirm in his very uncomfortable chair.

The grip on his shoulder was bruising.

"I met him at the bar in Namimori" he answered truthfully, wanting to escape from here.

"Why were you at Namimori?!"

"I live there."

"Namimori is one of the safest places in the world! How could you get there?!"

"Tell me the truth!"

"Lambo could get there."

"Don't change the topic. How did you get there?!"

"I live there."

"Tell me the truth."

"I live-" "Tell me the f*ckin truth! "

Tsuna could feel himself tear up at the loud screams directed at him when he felt so vulnerable. There was another hand on his shoulder shaking him so that they could get the answer they wanted.

It was alarming and Tsuna couldn't think of a lie feeling panic build in him because he wasn't allowed to think straight.

So he screamed the truth, only to have it rejected every time.

"Why you mother f*cker! Why are you keepin a secret like an adult?! When you've just graduated from giving your mom t*tty f*cks."

"Speak up you w*ss! Are you trying to f*ck with the Estraneo?!"

The man released his hands making the brunette lean away from him as he tried to shuffle back to give some space between them. He was knocked out of the chair to the floor with a hard slap. His eyes teared up with panicked confusion as his cheeks stung.

"B*tch you'd get f*cked up if you keep silent."

"Are you from the Difo famiglia? Vongola? Gesso? Cavallone? Todd? "

Tsuna couldn't reply, his brain catching up to him slowly as the wind made him feel colder and unbalanced. He couldn't focus on the conversation with the loud voice intimidating him.

He was dragged to stand up with the other yanking his hair with each of his strands felt like they burned him and made him focus on the pain rather than anything else.

He was then shoved to the wall as he gripped his head in pain.

Hands circled his neck as someone breath right in front of him using his oxygen supply. He had hot carbon dioxide shoved at him as his eyes quivered towards the other, fingers clawing at the other's tight grip.

His body screamed danger at him and his every hair bristled with adrenaline.

The man loomed and spoke clearly and slowly, pronouncing every syllable clearly. His voice rang low and was the center of focus-

"What famiglia are you from?"

"I'm a civilian. Please, please believe me. I'm telling the truth." he sobbed out, his adam's apple bobbed uncomfortably against the strong grip at his neck.

"You're saying the yakuza shipped a civilian from the iron defense of Namimori under Hibari protection with their mutual partner, a Bovino?!"

"Yes!"

"What kind of idiots do you take us for?! The current head, Hibari Kyoya has a reputation all over to Italy. And you're saying you found the yakuza under his protection?! And Bovino Lambo was considered betraying the Momokyokai partnership with Bovino for no reason?! What's your explanation?! Spit it out." he said gripping the brunette's jaw with painful strength.

"I don't know!" He couldn't think with his mind screaming at the pain and intrusion.

"How did you meet Bovino Lambo?! Why were you at the bar?! If Bovino was only at the bar for a meetup with his guide... why were you there?!"

"I don't know! I don't know!" He sobbed, just wanting to end all this.

His head was rammed against the wall once then twice and he gave a shrill scream and immediately had a sock stuffed into his mouth.

From the corner of his eyes, he observed that the man had one less sock and his eyes stung at the foul odor and taste.

The sock got removed and the other looked at him and said slowly.

"I'll give you one more chance. Which famiglia are you from?"

The brunette stuttered and stumbled to say,

"I have no famiglia."

"A freelancer huh? Who are you working for?"

"I-I'm a civilian, sir. Y-you gotta believe me."

The man clicked his tongue and left the room. Just when Tsuna thought he could have a breather, another man came.

And Tsuna's pupils expanded in fear and he shivered.

That day, his ears rung with screams and shouts while he was on high alert the whole time. No one gave him a break, but they switched between people to continue questioning him.

He passed out somewhere in between.

When he woke up, with his tunnel vision slowly expanding and letting him take in the entire surroundings, he saw that he was strapped into a chair.

And he wasn't alone. There was the teen in his age, the one he helped the previous day.

Water was splashed onto him, making him panic and an adult bent down to his level and said,

"We found that you helped this kid out when he was in a bind? You got something special with the kid?"

The brunette shivered in unease as the teen across him widened his eyes in fear as he sharply turned towards the brunette for assistance. He avoided his eyes and looked at his feet like they were the most interesting thing in the world.

He felt his throat tighten up as he felt straps force him to look at the other.

"How about you help the poor lad one more time? You help me, I'll help you. Ain't it a fair deal?"

Before the other teen could scream, a clamp holding his lower jaw and tongue down together like a sandwich was placed. Now the other could only speak incoherent noises and scream. Saliva drooled down his chin and the brunette tried to look down reflexively only to feel an intense pain followed by a sensation of hot blood flowing down his neck.

"Now, now. You have to face your friend properly. Either that or your jaw is going to be pierced through."

Tsuna's eyes widened in horror.

Another man entered the room with a cylindrical apparatus with a blade pointing inwards.

"We'll show our hospitality to your dear friend. Let's start by giving a manicure. Paint his nails red."

The man fastened the cylinder in a finger of the teen and moved the knife right below the under-skin of the nail. Tsuna and his supposed friend widened their eyes at the implications.

There were large cries reverberating around the room as shrieks of high pitches rang in the brunette's ears. He felt his heart pounding loudly ramming against his chest. He felt his palms sweat and he himself started whimpering.

When the other man started turning the wheel, the blade made it's way inside and a harrowing scream erupted in the room.

Tsuna's breath hitched as he let out a scream too, begging for the other to stop. His pleas couldn't be heard over the screams of his companion and his jaws screamed from the scratches from his abrupt turns and shaking of heads to show his denial.

When the deepest part of the nail was permeated through, it looked like a red Christmas tree was painted crimson. Then the blade was retracted and the other teens' hands were shaking wildly as he realized 9 more was left.

Tsuna clawed his thighs in absolute frustration as his tears flowed along the sides of his eyes. He was sobbing and whimpering loudly as the other's anguished cries reached his ears.

Then the cylinder was placed along the index and the teen shook epileptically in his chair crying pathetically. His lower lip was jutted upward as his eyes scrunched and he cried like a newborn baby.

Then the needle was inserted into his nail and he screamed a high pitched scream and Tsuna jumped from his chair, racking the whole furniture upwards and he tried moving it to face the torturer who seemed more interested in his companion than the guy he was supposed to be interrogating. He was too far to tug the other and his words couldn't be heard over the screams.

His own tears were blurring his vision and his thighs were bleeding from his sharp grip.

By the time one of the hands were done, the teen's pupils were wide open an unfocused. His voice was hoarse and his drool made his shirt soggy.

His hand had crimson red nails and Tsuna didn't care about the pain the blade embedded into his jaw. He was looking at the ground unfocused.

A hard slap dislodged the blade from the brunette and made him focus on his companion who looked exhausted.

The other adult moved to the other side of the teen who looked petrified like a statue with his mouth open wide and stuck in the position of excruciating pain.

It was as if he wasn't there with them.

But when the knife was lodged into the fingers, hoarse screams echoed and his companion spit out blood, his saliva exhausted.

When both the hands were done, the torturer removed Tsuna's jaw clamp and clicked his tongue at the blood. He then proceeded to admonish him while the brunette wanted to yell at them to let the other go. But he was rendered dumb from the ordeal.

The other glared hatefully in his direction, but he was too far gone to feel anything.

"Now that we've shown our hospitality... Let's get to business."

The other took the bloody cylinder and placed it on his apparent friend's lap, a sentiment he could find dreadful. Then he went out of the room and brought an apparatus used in hospitals... for mainly IV drips. He injected it into the other's arms and nodded towards the torturer.

"We play a game for fun using shots. Basically, a person has to take a pint for any lie they spout. But alcohol is expensive... so we use this kid's blood. You'll be drinking it. You're probably thirsty anyway right?"

Tsuna felt himself going pale and the other mimicked his look.

"Why were you at Namimori?"

He'd lie if he had to, but he had to satisfy this monster.

"We got info that the Bovino went to Namimori. So we decided to get information."

"The Bovino's flight was incognito, not even the Hibari's can track it especially because it's Bovino technology. How did you get there?"

"I came with Bovino. We're friends."

The man clicked his tongue. He showed two fingers towards the others.

Tsuna's eyes widened.

"I'm telling the truth. Honest!"

"Bovino went alone, we have direct info from the Bovino famiglia. It was chaos since a random member from the famiglia stole a 1 person and 1 person only jet to Namimori. The Bovinos specialize at efficiency, so there was no way to sneak two people in.

No famiglia knew that the Bovino pulled this off. They told us to keep him as a subject for punishment."

Tsuna paled.

"But he died and we don't know why you were there."

There were two glasses of blood right next to him.

"Drink."

He pursed his lips together in defiance only to get his jaw forcibly dislocated as this time his hoarse scream drew blood from ripping his throat apart. The glasses of blood flowed through his uvula and thought his food pipe and tears flowed down from his infinite tear reservoir. It was salty and metallic and he'd rather have a knife shoved into his throat than taste this. It was like his humanity was being robbed from him, forcing him to recognize that his very existence was bad luck, sucking the very blood and life from a person he had just wanted to help.

His companion didn't react to his screams or anything really. It seemed like he was purely exhausted and was minutes away from death.

"What was your motive?"

"I was kidnapped by the Momokyokai."

Another glass was forced down his throat. Tsuna choked and wished he could die instead. His mind was swerving uncomfortably and he wished they would just stop.

"Please! I'm telling the truth!"

"Who are you working for?"

"I got a personal grudge against Vongola."

"What's your freelancer alias?"

"..."

And another glass of blood was drunk. His stomach jiggled with the blood and he felt sick with pure disgust.

Tsuna gagged at the iron smell and proceeded to vomit it, unable to take it anymore.

"Puke it and I'll take the exact amount and make you drink it." the adult warned.

He sniffled and wept. His ears picked up feeble words aimed at him.

The teen across him looked at him and begged in a weak voice.

"Please... tell them everything... I beg you... Please help me again.

I... want to... live."

Tsuna broke down, feeling utterly helpless.

'They don't believe my truth or lies! What can I do?!'

"Please... you got to listen to me. I'm Sawada Tsunayoshi, a middle schooler from Namimori Middle School. You can check up with the database there or get someone who can do that, maybe a hacker.

I'm a kid who gets bullied everyday but other than that, I'm a civilian. I have no criminal record. But one day when our school had a school trip, I decided to bunk it and go search around Namimori for quiet places to hang out in.

I saw a door in a corner of a building which had a different nameplate. It was colored gold when it's normally wood or plastic or none for all our houses. So I entered there and saw that it was a bar.

There was a kid so I wanted to play along so that I could admonish him later because he was going on and on about the Mafia and I thought he was playing a dangerous game.

But I found out that I was in too deep and the kid wasn't bullshitting me so I ran. The Momokyokai thought that I was in league with the kid and thought that I was going to oust them. So they shipped me here. That's all that happened.

I'm called dame-Tsuna among all the people of the town. How do you think I can do all this meticulous planning?!" he said in a frenzy. This had got to work. It was the utter truth.

"Give him a pint."

"What?! Why?! I told you the truth! You can verify it."

The man gave him a condescending look.

"You... We can't hack the database. Hibari security is literally unpenetrable. Only a few Arcobaleno can do it.

You're asking us to verify information that doesn't exist? And by asking us to verify, you're sending us to a rabbit hole, aren't you? To save yourself some time."

"No, I'm serious. I can bring all my certificates. You can come with me to Namimori or I can go back and get them."

"You're not going anywhere and you're not getting any of our men stuck in that town.

Bovino Lambo isn't stupid. He's just carefree. That's the only reason why he's not a boss candidate. He wouldn't fall for a stupid kid's answers.

He's pure Mafia-bred. They won't mistake a civilian."

He was getting desperate here. Why were the people he considered friends so capable that he can't pull anything with them?!

"Oh right, I'm the son of Sawada Iemitsu. He's the Vongola CEDEF-"

"Give this b*tch 3 pints. Idiota! Don't you know Sawada Iemitisu is single?!"

He felt dizzy. It was like his father's protectiveness was ruining things for him. He was so lost he didn't register the blood flowing to his stomach. His eyes glanced at the pasty pale skin of his companion who lost his consciousness.

"You have three more pints before you murder your friend. What a heartless b*tch you are! Can't even tell the truth to help a human out. Well, yer a well-trained mafioso.

I'll give you one last chance to alter yer fate and yer friend's fate.

What do you want from the Estraneo famiglia?"

"...I want to support a project..."

he said feeling rage bubble up inside him.

"I want to support the project for reviving Rokudo Mukuro."

'and damn the Mafia to hell'

The adults gasped and turned serious.

One of them grasped at his collar tightly and shook him in rage.

"Why this b*tch! How the h*ll do you know about no.69?! It was top secret!"

And the other shoved blood over his body. The feeling of the sticky liquid made him turn his head towards the teen across him and he saw that the other looked like a dried up corpse and something in him...

...

...

broke into tiny, tiny pieces.

...

...

And he stared right at them eyes blazing orange and they rushed out of the room and dashed back in with a steaming hot rod.

The burning feeling on his chest as the steaming red hot rod sizzled into his skin... imprinting a pattern.

There was an ID printed: VST027 along with its barcode.

As his screams echoed in the room with people laughing at his suffering... he felt a principle develop against the idea of the Mafia and an urge to stop this kind of anarchy.

In the dark room, the only things which glowed were:

The heat rod.

and his golden-orange eyes, albeit faintly.

Preview:

Heterochromatic eyes looked at the strange brunette, the newest addition who spent rest time clawing at his id code. He couldn't say that he wasn't amused. But he was interested in the possibility of an ally for his scheme