A/N: Sorry for the slightly late update. I kinda procastinated and didn't finish the chapter on time. haha I hope you guys enjoy!
Veronica disappeared the following day.
Reborn went down to have breakfast when Mammon was reading a note by the kitchen isle.
"What did it say?" They laid the note in front of him and said "She'd be gone for days , that kid hadn't slept better be knocked off once she steps in the manor"
A sip of his espresso and he responded with "..Hm" He subtly took up the demand just because he wanted to hit the kid for a long time now.
Even if both of them knew the illusionist was bluffing.
He simply would not pass out on such opportunity.
Later that day both of them decided to go back to the manor.
Only to find a newly installed oven, stone oven, being fueled by Lal Mich of all people.
God knows how it fit in the manors' architecture. He certainly has no clue how; Mammon might knew how but he doesn't want to have an untimely debt.
Reborn silently prayed that their dinner wasn't rations from COMBUSIN.
"You're back!" Luce rushed to the duo with a tray in her hands. "We just baked some pastries. Would you like some?"
The tray was filled with cornetto some were baked evenly while some looked flat. Luce noticed his stare and explained in a hushed tone. "Lal actually helped on some of these. It actually taste good if you peel off the burnt skin."
Reborn had his doubts. He grew up swallowing any edible food that was given to him.That's just how things worked back then.
Yet, the burnt pastry looks inedible no matter how long you stare at it.
He looked around for the soldier. Unfortunately for him the woman stared at their direction.
Most specifically to his direction. If he didn't observed the others actions on their first weeks he would have mistaken her stare as a glare.
The stares he got doubled when he felt Luce's hopeful glance back at me.
He debated with himself whether or not try it.
Glancing at Lal's direction again made him notice Skull munching off the peeled cornetto with vigor.
So did Verde and Fon; but with a milder phase.
As for Mammon… they were eating a risotto. Whilst they eat a portion of the 'unburnt' pastry.
He looked back to Luce and sent her a doubtful look.
None of them had any food poisoning so far. That's a good sign. He guessed he would give it a try.
Eating like his early years again won't hurt.
"Is there flour left?" Reborn asked Lal.
Her attempt at baking was adequate for a novice but seeing that she obviously has no idea how to bake in such oven.
He took up the mission on teaching the ignorant.
"It's not enough for a whole batch-" He removed his jacket and tie, rolled his sleeves and searched for the remaining flour.
"Oi! Are you even listening!?"
A bag of flour sat by the corner, it was still a quarter full.
Just enough for a pizza or two.
"Keep quiet."He said as he lay down flour on the counter. "I'm going to show you how to properly use that oven."
Lal stopped her shouting and grabbed a pen and a small noteartk. Clearly determined to master the skill.
Midway through his "lecture" the rest of them payed atten to him as he tossed the pizza dough.
The greatest hitman paid no attention to the glint of their eyes as they joined in Lal.
He guessed that even the strongest can be impressed by pizza tossing.
"Where did the oven came from?" Reborn asked Luce as he rinsed off the suds from the countertop.
Luce placed the utensils on the drying rack as she finished cleaning them.
"Veronica came back the other day; She had Lal help her install it. I thought a grenade went off at first."
Reborn lightly shook his head his sky- No, that's Luce- continued to amuse him- not really.
"Heh." Expect the kid to bring in things unexpectedly.
For a moment she paused her story and said. "Please put the rags on the washer dear."She waddled to the refrigerator , "Its becoming filthy."
After drying his hands he threw the rags down the laundry bin and prevented Luce from eating anything the sweet.
A pout formed from the pregnant woman and had her fists by her hips.
He didn't hid his amusement from her."You don't need any more energy for today,Luce. You need to sleep."
Reborn crossed his arms and leaned on the fridge door. Smirk grew on his lips when Luce refused to move from her spot.
He felt he could leave mafia and live like this for the rest of his life. The hitman had this urge to take a picture of the Giglio Nero boss but alas, his camera was not within his reach.
After a few attempts Luce finally gave up and sat on the couch in the living space.
The sound of glass and furniture crashing came from back porch. Reborn went to grab his pistols from his holster only to remember that he left them by the coat hanger on the other room.
He then went for the next best thing. A kitchen knife.
He passed a cleaver knife to Luce and stalked towards the noise "Stay there, I'm going to check that out."
Luce sat on the couch with the cleaver knife on her hands. She anticipated something of this happening for the past days. She foresaw a young boy. A clumsy young child, barely balancing himself as he walks.
She saw a child in checkers and suspenders carrying a small messenger bag in his arms. It was filled with papers. Luce couldn't imagine what the child had been doing to carry that many papers.
She honestly worries the child was being treated like a slave.
Now, the exact scenario played out. She kept her nerves down and her guard up.
There might have been something that her foresight missed.
"U-uh, Signora L-luce?" The child in front of her squinted at the envelope as he clutches the bag beside him.
"That's me. What can I help you with?"
The bag in the boys' hands began to slip backwards and spilled most of the paper inside it. "Hohoho! Must clean up- must clean up" The boy placed the envelope on the table and frantically shoved the papers back to his bag.
A pocket watch fell from the boys' breast pocket, it looked antique despite being in a pristine condition.
The chain attached to the watch made it swing in midair. Once the boy finished picking up the papers the watch collided to the tabletop. The child paled and hurried outside.
"Wait! Y-" Before Luce could ask anything else to the child his light footsteps disappeared as soon as he went out of her sight.
Reborn came back with his knife lowered and brows raised. She must have looked weird, Luce thought.
She gave the hitman a questioning look for reassurance.
"Who were you talking to?" Luce felt the cold gaze of Reborn on her. She felt suffocated but she shook her head and released a sigh. "You must have been hearing things. How's on your side? Anything?"
The hitman did not give any answers. He simply opened his palm out then she handed the cleaver knife back to him and began to walk towards the doors. She glanced back to the envelope when Reborn turned to the kitchen.
She somehow placed the pieces together. The envelope was on a different type of paper but the handwriting was the same one on their mission letters.
Which was unusual. She thought Veronica was their messenger, being the one who had brought the letters most of her time with them.
Luce decided to leave the envelope untouched until the next morning. It would be inconvenient if she wake them up on midnight for a mission.
She made sure the doors were secured and walked towards the stairs; with Reborn following her.
They arrived in front of her room and bid each other goodnight.
A smirk from the hitman and her door was closed.
Luce honestly relied too much to her powers. She can't keep up with such anomalies.
The mission took a whole week this time. She doesn't know what had happen during it. Not one of them had spoken to her about the mission.
Not even a gist.
What's more, Most of them came back awfully silent. Even Skull. Veronica was still nowhere to be found.
Reborn and Lal had stayed to their usual spots in the manor. Oddly more thoughtful than their usual silent and cautious selves.
Mammon has their frown most of the time. They barely talk to her anymore.
Verde reverted back to his hermit self. The only thing that gave her reassurance was his meals were eaten, not finished but eaten.
Fon had gone on full meditation. He's on his 40th hour on meditating on his perch. Birds flocked to him from time to time. She doesn't know how he manage to not twitch when they flocked to him.
She'd rather not ask.
Skull seemed to be less troubled than the rest. He still works on his bike from time to time, sometimes he helps on the chores, sometimes….he's zoned out.
She caught him staring at the ceiling hours on end at times. If not slacking he practice his stunts for hours.
Luce worries that something bad happened. She's just not sure what it is.
Somehow, she felt no threat to this. She just need them to climb that mountain in the end.
The second time Luce encountered the boy she ahold of his name.
"My name is Wonomichi! Hee hee, your cookies tastes great signora." A satisfied smile appeared from both of them and relish every bite.
"Veronica always snatch a bag full of them whenever I bake. Is she like that normally?" She started.
Wonomichi just stared at her with a smile plastered to his face and tilted his head. "Who are you talking about? Wonomichi is the only one getting orders from master."
The hope she'd been holding on to slipped through her hands and Luce, the greatest shaman was left with zero leads on the extra tennant they-you're the one who decided on it you dumbass- took in.
Everyone was giving her a curious look when they were to leave for the mission.
"Is there something wrong?"Luce has no clue what she had done. She simply did her usual routine.
Gave them a nice meal, tried her best on helping them to pack , and double checked their transportation.
That's it.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Then again they also had the same reaction when all six of them were required on the mission.
They came back with some scratches and burns but they looked like they enjoyed it. "-And Awesome me bulldozed them head on then BAM! We had an escape route!" "It was more of Verde throwing Skull through the crowd really-" "Ah! Fon-sempai stop interrupting me!"
Luce grew up knowi- seeing the future. She grew up simultaneously with the future. She was one step ahead quite literally.
Everyone outside the family treated her as if she could see the future by command, always asking for fortune telling, what will their careers will be, where could they meet their soulmate. Those kind of things.
She never had a normal conversation outside. Not in in their neighborhood at least.
Her mother refused to move despite all her begging. At some point she began causing havoc to those who pester her for fortune telling. She began being sheltered because of that.
"LUCE!" She just turned 15 when her mother's voice rang through the was nagging her because she told a ditz that she should jump off a cliff to meet her soulmate. The idiot did jump off the cliff the day after.
The news didn't faze her she indirectly killed her. It made her happy at the time, one less ditz in the world.
She was so tired on getting questions about their future. The world would have been better if those people were dead.
She thought she could gone off the hook when she continued her purge.
She really did.
She was the family's heir. The future boss of Giglio Nero. She could do whatever and no one would bat an eye.
Even when she was telling fuckers to commit suicide left and right.
It was only when her nephew Gamma who just came in the world a few days prior almost got killed by an enemy famiglia when she finally became cautious of her words.
Just because she told their kid to stab themselves on the neck.
Karma clapped back and they didn't even warned her. Not even with a death omen.
The world continued to rotate and an assassin succeeded on killing her mother.
"Look, Luce its not going to help you nor the family if you continue onto this. You've been locked up for almost a month now!" A familiar voice came from her doors.
Luce slumped on her bed. Determined to plan on her future and Giglio Nero's future.
She would do anything for her heir not to grow up like a bitch like her; and that meant getting her shit together and move on.
She'll come out in the near future she said to herself.
Her body seemed uncooperative at the time. Drowsiness flooded her senses and woke up the next day.
By the age of 17 Luce Giglio Nero became the eighth boss of Giglio Nero Famiglia.
"I expect you did your job well." A masked blond showed up in her dreams. She stayed silent but with the smile on the mans face made her rethink.
Is this really her destiny? Did she made a right choice?
She then realized how attached she became.
She doesn't want to be scorned; but she has to do this for the sake of the world.
The light dimmed and the ground looked a lot closer. They didn't know how it happened.
Veronica is gone.
Luce looked like this was a normal occurrence.
The ground was actually a lot closer than its supposed to be.
"what the fuck just happened?!"
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