Underneath His Mask

by kyokosa2gawa015

Sawada Tsunayoshi is weak. At least that was what it seems. He wonders with a smirk if anyone remember: "Things are not always what they seem; the first appearance deceives many; the intelligence of a few perceives what has been carefully hidden." Though, that went to flames when a certain baby hitman and his childhood friends decided to visit the town. Much to his annoyance.

1. Prologue

PROLOGUE

In a dark and narrow alley, blood decorated the two walls with dead bodies lying down the cold cemented floor, haunted looks still present on their faces. Shining in the darkness, underneath the moonlight, a knife glimmers as the only man alive stood with a mocking smirk present on his lips, his eyes shielded by the hood on his head. Staring at his master piece, he hummed as he stared at the scene in front him before pouting childishly.

"Hm… Now this is just disappointing." He sighs as he shook his head. "This people aren't enough or rather they're not good enough."

He looked at the moon. "I wonder whether I could get a better target."

And as if answering his wish, he's phone vibrated on his pocket. The man fished for his phone, bringing it to his ear.

"What is it? I'm not in the mood—Eh?" Just as he was about to hang up, he paused after hearing what the other has to say.

"So, you want me to… But I—" He paused once again as he frowned. He sucked on his lower lips as if he was about to cry before he sighs in defeat. "Fine. Anyway, I need pictures! Pictures I tell—Hey! Shit, he hang up on—"

His phone vibrated once more. "Huh. That was fast."

He looks at his phone and pressed the notification. His eyes widened before a smile stretches his face. "Well, well, well… Hello to you too, my new targets. Aren't you quite adorable?"

In that picture, there were two kids—twins, fraternal twins. One with brown defying gravity hair with large doe eyes while the other has short blond hair with slightly narrowed eyes.

"Now then, let's test the fate of the sons of the Young Lion of Vongola." He turns around and walks away with a spring on every step, a smirk present on his lips as the bounced on his steps vibrated in excitement.

"There's a man who walks the streets of London late at night. The Ripper, Jack the Ripper…"He sang beneath his breath before his smirks widened. "Ah yes, Jack. Jack the Ripper is my name." He chuckles eerily. "How nice for those humans to make a song just for me. They're not so useless after all."

Humming a tune of a song, he continued to stroll down the misty streets with the spring on his steps remain as cheerful as ever. He continued to quietly sing as the fog swallowed him whole but his voice remains silently echoing on the quite street.

"When he walks down the streets, every girl he meets he says; is you name Mary Blood? The Ripper, Jack the Ripper…"