Vil was exhausted. Rook wandered in, and took one look at his Sky before maneuvering him into something more comfortable.

"Long day, my lovely Roi du Poison?" said Rook.

"I hate amateurs and rookies...especially the ones who refuse to listen to someone who already knows what they're doing."

Rook winced.

"That bad?"

"The director was an idiot and by the end of it he quit. However we weren't getting paid unless the movie was produced, so I had to direct it since no one would go near the thing," said Vil tiredly.

He had to rely on his intuition a lot, and by the end of it they were all so sick of the movie they just wanted it to end. At least thanks to Vil they had a chance of being paid.

Rook winced, but at least Vil was free for a week or two. He would need it to recover.

"How goes the search for my father?" asked Rook, changing the subject.

Vil looked at him, eyes tired.

"Like I said before, finding him isn't the problem. After all the nonsense he's put me through, I could find him within a few days or so. Our real issue is how he'd react to having a son...much less proving it. Verde is being particularly difficult to contact."

"Verde?" said Rook.

Vil leaned against his personal couch.

"Verde is the scientist of the group Reborn was part of at one point. I wouldn't put it past him to have a copy of Reborn's DNA to compare yours to. Besides, he'd have more to gain if you were Reborn's son than if you weren't. Unfortunately, contacting him at this stage isn't a feasible idea, especially considering we have so little offer."

"Hmm...who is this Verde?" asked Rook.

"Verde, or the current 'Da Vinci' of the present age as some call him. He's a genius scientist who favors flame tech over more...normal sciences. However he's a bit of an idiot in some regards."

"Oh?" said Rook.

"He's a genius when it comes to creating something, but basic necessities such as taking care of himself or getting an adequate amount of sleep are 'beneath' him when he's on a project. He's worse than Shroud on a gaming binge," said Vil flatly. "And don't get me started on how often he's blown up his own lab..."

There was a reason Vil called the infamous trio of Shoichi, Spanner and Verde the "Idiot Scientists". They were all peerless geniuses when it came to creating things, but common sense about keeping their lab from blowing up was beneath them.

"Sounds rough," said Rook.

"It's not just because he almost certainly has a sample of Reborn's DNA. We need the prestige having one or more of the Arcobaleno in the territory can provide. I've already guaranteed the presence of one of them."

Skull was all too happy to ditch the Carcassa and train people in how to handle bikes for Vil. The fact he'd be acknowledged in the credits as a 'special adviser' for something that had nothing to do with the mafia made it even better.

Rook started to give Vil a shoulder rub, which had him relaxing, just a bit. It took him a few moments to turn his beloved Sky into a puddle of goo.

It was going to be a while for the movie to come out, and until then Vil was beyond busy.

"Explain to me again why you had us get up an obscene hour of the morning and insisted on us dressing up like this?" demanded Azul.

"Agreed...if it wasn't for the fact you threw water over me I wouldn't be up at all," said Leona grumbling.

"Oh hush. You'll understand in a minute," said Vil.

They were all dressed to the nines, with Leona's ears discreetly hidden and his tail tucked around his waist like a belt. Azul wasn't overly complaining about the expensive clothes they were wearing or Vil going over his appearance with a fine tooth comb, just the obscene hour they had to get up.

The only reason they agreed to this at all was the expression on Vil's face. It was clear they were going to war, or that was how it felt like by the time he was done.

Both of them were mildly annoyed...right up until the door opened. Then it became abundantly clear why Vil had gotten them up so early and insured their appearance was nothing less than perfect.

This was a special meeting between them and a major faction in the underworld, one that would establish them as an official group in the eyes of the Cosa Nostra.

"We said to come alone," said the leader of the other group in Italian.

Vil gave a disdainful sniff.

"You brought your Hands with you, I brought mine. I see no reason to humor such ridiculous demands on such short notice."

Azul and Leona felt the gaze of the adult male, and it pissed them off on a level they couldn't explain. As if they were being dismissed outright for their age. It didn't help they couldn't really understand what was being said. They were flying blind and following Vil's queues.

The two chatted for a bit, before the tension ratcheted up without explanation. There was an unspoken pressure against them, something that made them on edge and ready to attack.

Vil openly growled, and the tension went slack as something far more potent kicked in. It felt warm and soothing, but at the same time felt like a resting dragon had been woken up and was ready to roast some poor bastard alive for daring to step foot into their territory.

The older man's eyes went comically wide with shock.

"I believe it would be in your best interests not to poach my Elements," said Vil calmly. However there was no mistaking the threat in his voice. "I am rather fond of them after all, and it's so hard to find competent help these days."

Sensing trouble, the thugs on the older man's side tensed.

Vil's smile was full of poison and threats. While he could be mistaken for a woman at times, there was no doubting he was every inch the king of the room.

Leona, who was the only actual royal among them, felt like tipping his nonexistent hat to the other male. Royalty recognized true royalty after all.

Once the men left, Azul stared at Vil.

"What in the name of the Seven was that about?"

"Remember how I said there was another power that these mafioso had that you would need insider knowledge of? He was trying to use it on you... he certainly didn't expect me to retaliate with a more potent version of it."

"So how did it go?" asked Leona.

"I do believe we made a strong impression on that idiot. He came expecting a young whelp he could bully and push around and make money off of...instead he encountered a King who knows damn well how to handle himself and isn't afraid to show some bite," said Vil pleased.

"Is he going to be a problem?" said Leona.

"Nothing we can't handle," said Vil. "Our initial debut into the mafia society has only begun...we need word of mouth to spread before we get any real invitations as a potential group."

"What was that term you used before?" asked Azul.

"I called you my 'hands'. In the mafia it's expected for a don or donna to have a right hand, who handles the day to day matters and a left, who handles general wetworks and shows of strength," said Vil. "Since he's such a low-key player, it was unnecessary for me to bring in your assistants as well."

"I'm not sure I like being considered a lackey," growled Leona.

"You're not," said Vil. "However these fools are too simple minded to understand the power balance we have. Easier to let them assume one thing, rather than the truth."

Vil had set up the balance of power this way for one simple reason. He didn't want the nonsense of the Vongola to continue. Perhaps if Timoteo had to answer to two independent factions within his own group, his idiocy wouldn't have become so wide-spread.

He wanted to insure that the other two had the ability to counter his own influence with minimal fear of reprisal.

Leona wasn't happy about it at all, mostly at the implied lackey part.

Vil tried another method of explaining it.

"Right now we are too new as a potential group to take seriously. Once things are set up enough that a show of force isn't fully necessary, you can act of your own accord to create alliances that benefit the whole. A united front is needed until we have more influence among the bigger fish."

Leona calmed down at that explanation. He was a prince...he understood the necessity of showing force to potential rivals when they were creating a new faction.

Azul looked intrigued about the entire thing. Then he remembered something important.

"So what did you end up calling our group anyway?"

"Tuatha Dé Danann, or Tuatha for short. It's based off an ancient Celtic mythos about the 'tribe of the gods' before Christianity was so popular and wide spread," said Vil absently. "I thought if nothing else it would amuse the Fae back at school and tempt them to come visit. The more allies we have, the better."

That appealed to the others, since it implied they thought themselves above the mortals. Besides, it had a nice ring to it.

"And what about the island?" asked Leona.

"Tir na Nog," said Vil promptly. "It's a mythical place where the faerie dwell in perpetual youth and beauty. I can link you to the relevant books on the subject."

The fact it had no connections to Italy or Japan meant that it was unlikely anyone would figure out Vil's original identity.

Vil had anticipated this. In between his modeling and occasional acting gigs, he had been sending out discreet feelers through the mafia side of things.

He really should have expected the first invitation to come from Byakuran's end of things.

He debated on who to bring, as the invitation allowed for two others. So he went and asked his co-leaders.

Leona apparently had a family function and couldn't attend. Azul, however, was all for going just to see what the party would be like. Considering there was a limit to five people, Vil made his decision quickly.

He went over each of their outfits, as he wanted to make a firm impression. Byakuran wasn't part of the Alliance, and Vil had no way to gauge which version of him he was dealing with at the moment.

Which meant he had to give a strong impression to the marshmallow addicted psycho and hope for the best.

Rook was very pleased overall, while Floyd and Jade were only going to support Azul and because they were curious.

Vil was once again dressed to the nines, though he decided against the crown because he always considered Byakuran a friend, not a rival.

As the driver pulled them up to the front door, Rook exited first, followed by Floyd, Jade and finally Azul and Vil.

Vil had applied translation charms on the lot of them, because the people here would be speaking either Italian or English, and only he was fluent in Italian. Rook was passable, but was better in French.

Vil strode through the crowd like a king, and Rook stayed to his left side the entire time. Azul disappeared into the crowd, with the Leech twins by his side. He was going to work at making new allies while Vil spoke with Byakuran.

Spotting the familiar albino hair, Vil made a beeline to him.

"You must be the mysterious Schoinheit I've heard so much about," said Byakuran, almost purring. Rook felt slightly unsettled around him.

Vil rolled his eyes, before pulling something out of his bag that he had with him. Closer inspection revealed...high quality marshmallows.

Byakuran wasn't the only one to stare at the bag Vil tossed him.

"Knowing you, your subordinates have limited your sugar intake again. I'd rather deal with you being hyper, instead of plotting against me," he said flatly.

Byakuran paused and really looked at Vil. Whatever he saw had him cackling.

Vil gave him an annoyed look.

"I swear if you even think of mentioning that damn nickname I will hide all the marshmallows."

"How on earth did you pull it off? Even I couldn't find you when the memory dump happened," said Byakuran cheerfully.

"Turns out there's other realms out there with actual magic. Like hell was I staying in that town, or anywhere near where that braying jackass could control me."

Byakuran opened up the bag and cheerfully popped a few of the sugary treats in his mouth. He had gone from a potential threat to positively friendly in seconds. Rook relaxed slightly, as it was clear Byakuran viewed his Sky favorably.

"So what's the endgame?" asked Byakuran.

"I'm making my own kingdom, so when the Vongola find out about me I can legitimately tell them to piss off. I've already people who can act as my equivalent of the Varia and CEDEF. As far as everyone is concerned, I'm a heir who wants nothing to do with the succession headache that the old fool's incompetence has caused."

"Fair enough. We'll sponsor you of course...it wouldn't do to have my favorite plaything end up broke."

The group left the party with a number of potential contracts and a strong ally. Byakuran had no interest in the Vongola and he was eager to see the chaos that would come of Vil's original identity coming out. It was about time someone stirred things up properly.