Vongola – English language

Vongola – Italian language

Vongola – Naara writing

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Chapter 02

Naara was in a dazed state when she noticed they had reached a door of some mansion. She can't get over the fact of she was somehow by some means had end up in Italy. How did she end up here? Did someone move her while she passed out cold before? Naara didn't understand why someone would do the hard work of bringing her into Italy and left her alone. If they intended to do something bad, shouldn't they have stayed with her until she woke up? But she didn't see or notice any other presence beside her when she first opened her eyes.

Naara gawked over the size of the mansion and how extravagant the whole structure of the building and how delicate the arts framing the fine architecture. Naara can feel sweats starting to gather in her palms and her hearts beats frantically in her chest. She swallowed a gulp of air trying to hold her panic at bay.

Giotto, who is walking beside her notice the panic state his companion, was in. He turned to face her, "Ms. Naara, are you okay?"

The question from Giotto jolt Naara, she looks at Giotto and nodded a few times. Her lips tried to forms a smile though it is a bit lopsided at the corner, showing her nervousness.

Giotto gives her a soft smile, trying to reassure her and provide some sort of comfort, "Not to worry. My friend is a doctor and he will take care of you,"

Naara feel a bit relaxed at seeing the smile on Giotto's face. Giotto seems happy when he saw the relief and peaceful looks in the young woman's eyes. He opened the door to the mansion and took a step inside. Naara followed closely behind him.

A man dressed in fine tuxedo greets the both of them with a polite bow. Naara tensed at the sudden presence of the man and bring her body closer to Giotto.

"Mr. Giotto, I take your nap is relaxing for you?" the man in tuxedo spoke in the familiar language Naara heard coming out from Giotto's mouth earlier.

"Yes, thank you, Aldio. Can you please notify Knuckle to meet me at my office? I need him to take a look at someone," says Giotto, replying to the new man.

"As you wish, my lord," The man said before bowing his head again and turns to leave, headed to God knows where.

Naara stood at the side, observing the interaction between the two males. She wondered who this blonde-man is exactly. From the way the tuxedo-man talks to him, Giotto appeared to be an-important figure of some-sort.

"Shall we?" Giotto turns to Naara, extending his hands in pure gentlemen manner. He smiled when he saw the confused look on her face, "This is my house. And just now is my butler, Aldio,"

House?! Naara eyes are about to pop out from its socket. This freaking huge mansion that can rival a royal castle, is his house? Who is this guy exactly?

Giotto chuckled at seeing the disbelief look on Naara's face. His hand still extends out in invitation. Naara hesitated for a moments before she took the offered hand. They both walk together further into the house and climb up into the second floor. Giotto led her into a room that seems to be an office.

Naara look around the whole room, it's pretty big and she guessed, this must be his office for there is a large wooden table located at the center of the room with mountains of paper on it and huge glass of window overlooking the whole city behind it. At the side of the room, there are 3 shelves standing tall full with books and journal while at the corner of the room a set of couches complete with a coffee table. All in all, the rooms look comfy enough to relaxed and formal enough to conduct a business meeting.

"Take a seat. My friend will be here shortly," Giotto took Naara to one of the couches and usher her to sit down. Naara followed silently.

Giotto walks over to his desk and fish out a pen and a paper before he too took a seat at one of the couches, opposite to Naara. He hands the paper and pen to Naara who accept it with question on her face.

"It's for you to write whatever you want to say. It will be quite difficult for you to communicate by drawing on palm words by words," Giotto explained. Naara nod with comprehension.

Few minutes later, a knock resound from the door. A 'come in' from Giotto and a priest wearing a black robe and a red scarf walk in. Naara thought the man looks friendly and there is a calm aura surrounding him probably due to the fact he is a man of God but she can't understand why the word 'extreme' suddenly came into mind when she look at the newcomer.

"Is this the one you said?" the priest spoke, though from the tone of his voice, Naara guessed it was a question.

"Yes. I meet her at the garden in the left wing. It seems she can't talk due to a blow to the head. I had only learned her name and the fact she didn't understand Italian," Giotto explained the current situation.

The priest nodded attentively, "Do you think she is a spy or an assassin? Is she only faking being mute and not understand Italian?" he asks in worries.

"I don't think she is faking at being mute or not understanding Italian. She does seem to be truly in panic when she realized she can't talk. And I don't think she is of any threat either. My intuition doesn't seem to be in alert,"

The priest nodded when he heard what his friend said. He feels a bit relief at knowing the young woman might not be a threat to them all. He believes in Giotto's intuition. If his friend said the woman is not a threat, then she isn't one.

The newcomer directed his attention to the young woman who had been a silent observer up till now, "Hello, my name is Knuckle. I'm Giotto's friend. Giotto said you suffered from a blow to the head,"

Naara nod, agreeing with the statement.

The priest, Knuckle smile and asks, "What is your name?"

Naara pick up the paper and pen that was given to her by Giotto before and wrote,

Naara. Nice to meet you.

Knuckle gives a small nod and a warm smile when he read what she wrote, "Naara, can you tell us how you ended up in our garden?"

Naara proceeds to write on the paper how she had tripped on something and she can't remember anything else except for the sensation of falling and total blackness before she woke up in the garden. That is when she stumbled with Giotto.

Giotto and Knuckle look at each other. A calculating look etched on both of their faces. The woman may not be a threat but whoever that brought the woman in their territory might is. After all not anyone can sneak into Vongola's territory carrying a weight with them and not alerting anyone.

Knuckle then come closer to Naara, "Very well. May I see your head? Giotto said you suffered from a blow and possibly unable to talk because of it,"

Naara titled her head to the right, allowing access to Knuckle to assess the damaged.

Knuckle look at the swelling bruise at the side of Naara's head and perform some other cranial test to confirm his diagnosis before turning to Giotto, "It seems she had minor internal bleeding at the Broca's region and the lesion might be the cause for her muteness. But, not to worry, the damage is not too bad and I think it will only be up to 3-4 weeks before you fully regain your voice back,"

Naara heave a relief sigh hearing Knuckle's explanation. It will be hard for her if she can't communicate verbally. She bowed her head a little at Knuckle and then at Giotto in thanks. Both men nod their head back.

"Now, that is settle, do you know where you're from, Naara?" asked Giotto. Knuckle took a seat beside his friend on the couch.

Naara wrote something on the paper and show it to both.

Japan

"That is a faraway place from here. Did you travel here alone?"

Naara shook her head in denial,

I didn't travel here. I remember I was on my back home when I suddenly tripped and fall. Next thing I know I'm here already. I don't know how I got here.

Both men stayed in silent. They both had a serious gaze and undecipherable expression on their faces.

"Giotto, is she lying?" after a momentary pause, Knuckle ask to Giotto.

"I don't think so. She seems genuinely confused about her state now and my senses do not go haywire," Giotto confirmed. His hyper intuition did not pick up any deceit in the woman's words.

"If what you said is true, then she was kidnapped and sent to us. But, by whom? And what is the purpose of sending her to us?" Knuckle voiced out his worried. The world had truly become cruel for even willing to put a woman's life in danger.

Giotto nod, his face grim, "Yea. It seems there is another player here. Knuckle, tell Alaude to investigate her background and see if there is anything that could help us,"

Knuckle nod once, understanding the order. He went to stand up to relay the message to Alaude when he noticed the girl who previously was seated on the couch had stand up and approach one side of the wall.

"Ms. Naara?" Knuckle call out, weird as to why the young lady stood still in rigid. Giotto also stood from his seat and look at the Naara.

She raises a trembling hand and pointed straight at the wall in front of her. Both Giotto and Knuckles shift their eyes from Naara to the wall, to see what had caused the woman to be so shocked.

Giotto cocked an eyebrow, "That is my portrait, Ms. Naara. Is there anything wrong with it?"

Naara's face go pale, her beautiful black eyes widen, her lips part in gasp. She feels the air in her lungs is being pumped out quickly. She wheezed a few times, trying desperately to get air back into his asphyxiated lung. Her knees dropped to the floor in painful slam and she clutched to the carpeted floor for dear life.

Giotto and Knuckle rushed to her side, "She's hyperventilating," Knuckle push her body so that she will sit up straight, and tilt her head a bit so it can make her breathing easier.

Giotto took her hand that was still clutching the carpet and bring to his chest, "Breathe with me. Naara, come on. Breathe with me," Giotto makes an exaggerated act of breathing in through his nose and blowing a puff of air from his mouth, all the while, maintaining eye contact with Naara. Her hands was held firm at his heart, allowing her to feel his steady heartbeat.

She tried to follow Giotto's act of breathing. She can feel her body relaxing and the tense in her posture slowly come to rest. Her heart that is beating frantically now gradually slowed down to steady rhythm and her breathing finally comes to a regular rates.

"V-Vongola," that's all Giotto and Knuckle heard from the young woman before she fainted. Luckily Knuckle is already standing prepared at her back, catching her body when she went limp.

To Be Continued

Finish another chapter! I will try to update this story one chapter one day but …*hesitates* I will try my best! *laughs awkwardly* I'm sorry for any grammar's error. Please leave me comments!

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