A twenty-two year old Robin Sena was getting out of the airport to where her Grandfather, Father Juliano sat waiting for her. Robin was a senior in college who old had two more months of school to finish before she graduated. She had been going to a University in Italy but she had decided to move in with Father Juliano after he had a stroke.

Unbeknownst to her Father Juliano had already set up a trust fund for her if he should die suddenly. Which was something he knew would happen soon, he wasn't young anymore the stroke had just reveled it to him.

"Robin?" Father Juliano asked when he saw her.

Robin had changed much from the last time they had seen one another, she was more grown up in her face and body. Her maturity was always above average but now she just looked so much older, and lovelier. When Robin nodded her head into a yes Father Juliano began to speak.

"Why you look so lovely! I can't believe you are here." His words of phrase ran through her.

"Thank you Father Juliano! It is good to see you." Robin did in fact look different, her hair was pulled back into a low pony tail, and she wore a knee length black skirt with a white button up blouse.

After the two had an interesting conversation they found Robins suitcase and headed out to where they could get a taxi. "Oh dear, Robin where is your Vespa?" Father Juliano finally asked after they were in a taxi.

"Oh, it will come in sometime next week, because it is so heavy." Was the slightly accented reply.

Father Juliano lived in the back of the Catholic Church he worked for; the home was a small, comfortable place. Normally the room Robin took as her bedroom was for people who came to the church for help. But their where many shelters that would take those people in so no one objected to Robin moving in, she was going to take care of Father Juliano.

For the next few days Robin got herself settled into the church and community. She was used to taking care of people and her grandfather was an easy person to care for, the only complaint she had was that so many people liked to visit him. As promised Robin's Vespa came in from Italy, it ended up becoming a godsend for Robin who would have had to walk everywhere without it.

One Sunday afternoon as Robin was running around the house getting ready to stop by at a local Orphanage someone began knocking on the door. "Oh Robin could you please get that for me?" Father Juliano called from the kitchen.

Robin didn't need to reply to him she was in the living room already and because of that she was inches from the door. As she reached for the handle when Father Juliano's black lab Touya ran right into her causing her to make a loud "ouf" sound, she desperately hoped whoever was on the other side of the door hadn't heard.

Amon Masawi was a notorious mobster; he owned most of Tokyo and was damn proud of it. But today wasn't like most days; he was paying a visit to Father Juliano. Unlike most of his comrades Amon was slightly religious; it had to do with how he was raised.

Besides Father Juliano was the man he went to for confession and that was what he had come here for. Sometimes even those who have the blackest hearts need some guidance, and Father Juliano never criticized him for what he had done. In fact Father Juliano had merely told him he should change his ways, and Amon had tried many times to comply.

Amon knocked on the door with a few quick rasps, he knew someone was inside of the house he had seen movement just moments ago. Just as he was about to knock again he heard a loud sound and a silent string of curses in Italian, and in what was a little shocking to him a female voice. Many of Amon's comrade mobsters where Italian, although he didn't know the language he knew that the cursing was Italian.

There was a pause then the door opened to reveal a pretty blonde, she wore her hair tight to her head but down in a low pony tail (note: this is kind of European). A white skirt that fell just below her knee graced her slightly curved body, with an orange top. The top had little beads on it that showed a bust but didn't reveal it; her face was shockingly beautiful with bright emerald eyes. "Yes, may I help you?" She spoke with a slight accent but her Japanese was perfect.

Amon had to clear his throat in order to speak, she wasn't like the girls he spent time with, and she was lovelier. "I'm here to see Father Juliano." His voice was calm and cold as always but on the inside he was doing flips.

"Oh, follow me then." Robin's voice was calm with a sweet touch, and she bowed to him before taking off into the house.

If Amon hadn't known where the Kitchen was he would have gotten lost because Robin walked amazingly fast for someone as short as her. When Amon reached the kitchen he found the girl telling Father Juliano that his guest was here to see him. Then she hurried off to complete whatever task she had been doing before she was interrupted.

"Amon it is a pleasure to see you! You must forgive my granddaughter she has just arrived from Italy." Father Juliano spoke to Amon from the kitchen table where he was eating a nice Italian breakfast. "Please sit, are you hungry. We have plenty to eat." He added.

It was hard for Amon to believe what Father Juliano was saying, the only picture he had of his granddaughter portrayed her to be much younger. The girl who had answered the door was defiantly older then the fifteen year old in the picture he was always being shown. Yet he knew she was older, he was the lawyer who had set up the trust fund in her name, he seemed to know everything about her without actually knowing her.

"Well Amon are you hungry or not? I can't imagine letting the wonderful food my granddaughter made go to waste, so please eat." Father Juliano was becoming a little pushy.

"Sure, but if you don't mind I had a reason why I am here." His voice trailed off as Father Juliano walked toward the stove.

"Yes, yes I know why you are here. We can get to that later; now let us enjoy my wonderful granddaughter." He spoke in a slightly annoyed voice as he turned around to get Amon a plate.

Robin walked into the kitchen and yelled at Father Juliano not to do anything, she was here to make sure that he was rested. After she sent her grandfather back to his chair Robin began scooping out food for Amon. There was an easiness to Robin that calmed Amon to the core; she was so loving to her grandfather and that was a brownie point in Amon's book.

Delicious smelling food was placed in front of Amon who wasn't really used to having any home cooked meals even though he did own a lot of restaurants. If he didn't have any manners he would of swallowed the food down before Robin could hand him a fork. "Well I will be back later. I'm already running late." Robin whispered to her grandfather as she bent down to kiss him on the cheek, in turn she was kissed on the forehead.

"Goodbye Robin." Father Juliano called after his only living relative as she took her leave.

Turning back to Amon he began to chuckle as he noticed that Amon's plate was almost completely empty, he himself had to agree Robin was a wonderful cook. "So Amon, now do you see why I had to argue with you wanting to marry some big city girl? They have no idea how to cook, and even then they don't want to."

This was by far the funniest thing Amon had ever heard Father Juliano say in his whole life, he began to laugh which was something he never did. Father Juliano raised his eyebrow in interest but he was agreeing with Amon that what he said was out of character and funny. When their short meal was finished the two of them headed in the direction of the church.