"Brring" "Brring" suddenly echoes throughout the office space as a servant patiently waits until the third ring to pick the phone up.
"Ricotta Famiglia," A baritone voice addressed the caller on the other end with the name of the family.
"Hello…" The voice speaks up once someone finally picks up the line so they introduce themselves as, "My name is Sawada Kyoko, the wife of Sawada Tsunayoshi, the Decimo of the Vongola Famiglia.
An expression of realization dawns on the servant at the identity of the receiver before he politely requests, "One second, miss."
He swiftly approaches the older man while he dutifully addresses him as, "Boss…"
The elderly man eventually acknowledges the young man with a question, "What is it?"
"The Decimo's wife is on the line." The servant informs his boss about the caller's identity, which prompts him to assume, 'It must be the Vongola woman.'
"Patch her through to a secure line." He voices while he flicks the ashes of his Cuban cigar inside of a metallic silver tray.
One of his trusted men eventually handed him a cell phone and flashed him a thumbs up to signal that the line is all secure.
"What a fine afternoon for a chat…Mrs. Sawada." The Ricotta Famiglia boss politely greets the young woman on the other line.
"I was calling in regards of your services." She immediately reveals the reason why she places the call to his family.
His eyebrows lift at her statement, which prompts his surprise response of, "Oh…you're calling for my services?"
"You are quite the mysterious woman." The male genuinely issues the woman a compliment while he leans against the body of his office chair.
He then puffs a thick cloud of smoke when he inquisitively probes, "Do you have a girl in particular that you would like?"
"I would like to request Miura Haru if she's available." Kyoko reveals the name of the girl that she would like to "rent" from the Ricotta Famiglia harem of women.
Her response earns a smirk across his face while he audibly repeats the name, "Miura Haru, huh?"
"So you like the rambunctious, spontaneous yet stubborn woman." The elderly man coyly teased her particular taste in woman for such a sophisticated woman such as herself.
"Duly noted," He mutters more to himself than to the caller as he removes the cigar from against his lips.
"I shall notify the handlers of your plans and have her thoroughly prepared for you." The Ricotta boss positively assured her that all of her demands will be easily met.
"It's my pleasure. And have a pleasant evening as well," He eagerly proclaims before he signals for the servant to relight his cigar and ends the call with a smirk on his face.
The older man reaches out for a ballpoint pen, eloquently scribbles a message in cursive writing, and hands it over to the servant.
"Relay this message onto Katsumi." He immediately orders him prior to their assertion, "Yes boss."
At the same time…
Kyoko finally returns the phone back on the base after the male wishes her to have a "Pleasant evening," when a loud "thump" swiftly catches her attention.
She beheld the silver haired male fist connected to the sturdy wall, which causes her to fretfully wonder, "Are you alright, Gokudera-kun?"
"That bastard and his kind really grind my gears!" He irritably grumbles under his breath as the brief shock to his nerves swiftly wears off.
The Mafioso drops his hand to his side and vehemently declares, "He's a fucking sick as bastard!"
He then vividly recalled the deep purple bruises that sprinkled the stupid woman's arms, which she desperately attempted to cover with long sleeve clothing.
"I feel the same way…." The orange haired female softly utters her breath as she cuts her eyes away from her friend.
One of her hands tightly ball in to a fist when she discloses, "Tsu-kun warned me not to become her guardian angel, but I…"
The young woman unintentionally halts in the middle of her sentence as she frantically tries to collect her thoughts, "But I felt so helpless when she was roughly handled to the ground by her escort."
"How can we, as human beings, treat others as mere mud on our shoes?" His boss wife's gloomily queries to no one in particular.
The Storm guardian slowly gathers his composure prior to his response to the question, "That's why the Mafia world isn't meant for pure-hearted people."
"They'll soon discover that they too have a darkness that dwells inside of them as well." He solemnly concludes about how the Mafia world can even taint the purest of souls.
"Ugh," The Mafioso loudly grumbles as he combs his fingers through his silver tresses out of frustration.
The sudden urge to calm his nervous swiftly surfaces and continuously urges for him to grab the carton in his pocket as an immediate stress reliever. "I need a smoke…bad."
Kyoko merely watches as the silver haired male departs from within her presence all while his words linger in her thoughts. 'Gokudera-kun has a point.'
'This world brings out an uglier sider of you."
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'Stupid Bakadera!' Lambo mentally shouts as his facial expression contorts to visually display his irritation towards one person in particular.
He quickly veers a corner in the main building with his homeroom as his destination in mind when he suddenly wonders, 'How did he even know about the meeting?'
The hallway eventually filled with students in transition to their first period class until the sight of a brunette with a low ponytail catches his sights. 'Bingo!'
The Bovine teen casually approached the young teen, roughly slams his hand on the locker next to her and grunts, "Stay out of my business."
"You should really practice Omerta a bit more…assassin." Lambo sternly asserts right before he storms off with his hands stuff inside of his pockets.
He irritably grumbles under his breath at his stroke of misfortune.
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"Back in this hell hole, huh?" Haru was directing her question to the burly towing figure that was currently guiding her through the darken dungeon with a bright lantern.
The sentry merely ignored her question as they approached her designated cell block and roughly slammed the bars back in to place once she stepped across the threshold.
He quietly retreated back to his post, which prompted the brunette to think, 'At least Haru knows it is afternoon, which means the doors to the Geisha house are open to receive guests.'
She tiredly slumped down in a familiar corner where she noticed that the stream of water from earlier evaporated in to thin air.
'Yet, Haru still wonders who that strange woman was?'
The young woman easily deduced a couple fact about the woman, 'Who else could've convinced the bag of bones to release Haru in the care of someone other than his stupid precious son? Unless, she's a high ranking member in the family.'
'Now that Haru thinks about it…her hair is the exact same color as Yui and that idiot from the park.' Her brain soon painfully throbbed from being overly stimulated with all of her speculations.
'Haru's head hurts!' The brunette was physically wincing from the excruciating pain occurring in between her shoulders.
She then gently cradles her head within her hands when she inwardly assumes, 'Maybe, I'll find out later.'
Unbeknown to her, there were footsteps that lightly echoed against the stone.
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Hayato gently pats his innermost jacket pocket, removes a greenish white carton from the pouch, and repeatedly shakes it until a cigarette stick finally pops outward from the slot.
He then brings it to his lips, returns the white box to its rightful place, and searches his body for his lighter.
"Still chain smoking, I see." A familiar feminine voice suddenly rings his ears as he continuously flicks the silver latch in order to produce a miniature flame to light the cig.
The silver haired male rapidly puffs out three clouds of smoke before he finally deems the tobacco stick sufficiently lit.
"Sasagawa-san...made a friend from the Ricotta Famiglia." The young Mafioso reveals to the woman once he deliberately shifts the cigarette to the corner of his mouth, which makes it easier to converse.
The older woman comfortably settles in next to him as she stands a little ways off to the side with her left shoulder against one of wooden pillars that support the roof.
"It's not that shocking to believe, you know." She honestly stated with her eyes closed and a small smile present on her face.
A breeze gently blows her long tresses in front of her face to the point she tucks a few strands behind her ear in order to speak, "We cold souls can't help but gravitate towards genuine warmth."
"It's what keeps us humane." The older woman genuinely claims with an emphasis on the last word in her sentence.
She then directs her sights on to the Maifoso, who casually rests his back against the wall then takes a long drag of his cig.
"Are you escorting Kyoko-chan again?" The female inquisitively poses once her hair finally falls back to her shoulders due to the natural forces of gravity.
Hayato merely removes the stick, flicks the old ashes in to the air toward the ground and provides a response, "Not this time,"
"It's the baseball freak's turn." He specifically reveals which one of the five 10th generation guardians would assume the task to escort Kyoko on her next outing.
A chuckle emits from the woman in front of him when she jokingly discloses, "You're still calling him baseball freak, huh?"
The shorter of the two releases a sigh, diverts their eyes to the sky, and cheerfully pronounces, "I guess...I gotta thank the heavens for my stroke of good fortune then,"
"And why might that be?" The Storm guardian inquisitively wonders aloud once he blows a thick cloud of smoke only to watch it swiftly dissipate in the breeze.
"Let's go out on a date then." She promptly suggests once she peeks over her right shoulder at the young man on the wall.
A pregnant silence developed between the two as Hayato deeply inhaled the tar in the cigarette while he ponders over his decision.
"I don't think the word date is appropriate for a brother and sister." The young man vocally speaks up once he physically pushes off of the wall and now stands shoulder width apart behind her.
He then twists the lit stick against the wooden pole in order to stub it out as he includes, "Besides, that doesn't sound too bad actually."
"Hm," The purple haired woman softly mutters to herself after she hears his confirmation that there was indeed a break in his rather busy schedule at the same time as hers.
A small smile materializes on her face at her brother's change of character, especially in the last three years. "You just might've finally matured from that craze teenage phase."
Another brief silence washes over the two before Hayato breaks his silence again in order to agree with her statement. "I might have."
"Shall we then?"