22/12/12 - EDIT!: I have gone through the entire story and revised the chapters. Nothing major has changes besides perhaps a few words here or there. If you want to re-read it feel free to. If you want to review but already have, just PM me, I won't bite :)
16/04/2012 Re:Edit! – Someone was kind enough to inform me that I was spelling Seijuurou's name wrong so I've gone through all the chapters and changed that! Thank you very much 'Kouki' for correcting me
So, here I am again, and I guess even if I dont get many review I might keep this up, because I've written advance chapters so as not to fall too far behind like I have with other stories.
Please enjoy this chapter, I really do.
To the Untrained Eye
Boy turned Brother turned Boss.
Sena was now sitting in the living room of the two story house, the one with the reinforced walls, and the innocent facade. Before him were nine men, the ones who made up his more constant guard and brotherhood, there were usually more but they proved more useful farther afield from Sena. They were of the blood that meant they were uncomfortable surrounded by people and a 'family atmosphere' they were instead more comfortable when it was just them and Sena. It made Sena lonely occasionally, though he never expressed this emotion because he knew it would just damage those close to him. He hated to think that his family could never truly be together even if one day he found a way for them to be able to stay in one place indefinitely.
Sena, being the boss of Di Fortuna often had to make incredibly difficult, saddening decisions when it came to hiding their existence from the outside world; from the citizens (the innocents as Sena often called them) and the dark men who made up the mafia segment of the outside world. However, this decision was one of the hardest he had made since deciding he was going to drown his friends in his dark world and conform to their wishes.
They were a large group, alone in that house seven men constantly lived, sometimes all nine men before him would take up residence with him, and occasionally almost fifteen men could occupy the houses where he temporarily stayed, so to say it was difficult to hide their existence was an understatement- especially when the men before him weren't men- they were young teenage boys with appearances that didn't fail to attract attention- from enemies allies and fan girls.
"But Meteora, you can't expect us to split up with only Protezinone and Giavellotto within reaching distance of you- it's insane boss!" a young, tall man declared from his place on the couch opposite his boss.
He was tall, exceedingly so, his hair was short, only just brushing the nape of his neck, while it was black it shimmered blue in the sunlight, and darker so in the moonlight. His name was Oceano to the world, but to Sena he was his overprotective brother Kakei. His eyes were deep blue, glowing when he was thinking, and solidifying when he felt his brothers were under threat. He was slender, with well built arms and legs and a tone, flat stomach. His shoulders were wide and bore the burden of Sena and his brothers; he was Sena's second line of defence and took the job more seriously than anyone- except maybe Seijuurou, but that was an argument the two took pleasure in bantering out.
"As much as I think Kakei is overeating... I do think you're being a little too reliant on the Dragona famiglia not looking in Japan for you..." the man sitting next to Kakei explained, his tone was much more serious, as if often was at familial meetings, than what his voice usually took up. Usually he would be joking around throwing his clothes around the house until he was stripped to his boxers; he was the one who distracted everyone, keeping everyone happy- letting them forget the burdens they bore.
He too was exuberantly tall, just taller than Kakei; he was slender, more so than Kakei, with arms that were less filled out, and legs that were streamline- like a fish. His name was Acqua, and he lived in the water. His hair was dishevelled and messy, spikes and flicks thrown everywhere, as if he got out of bed and deemed himself presentable. His eyes were green like emerald, entrancing enough to get lost in, which is why he made the part of the family that created illusions, making people forget why they even suspected anything in the first place.
Sena tuned to the two boys, similar in age to himself, he ran a hand through his spiky brown hair and sighed. He thought to himself, while contemplating the length of his hair, that his brothers had a point, having only two people close to him was a dangerous thing, but something necessary.
"I know what you're saying, Kakei, I completely understand! But you know we can't all blend in together, it's dangerous enough us all living in the same house, we need to split up, and the only thing we can do is all join different high schools in the area, you know how dangerous it is if someone saw us. They would kill us all..." Sena whispered the last bit as he watched His two brothers, Kakei and Mizumachi, freeze with twin looks of grief.
Sighing to himself, Sena allows himself to think of the time he met the two brothers, though they aren't related by blood, they might as well be, they were closer than any two people Sena had ever seen, and they hadn't even met each other too long before Sena met them.
At this point of time Sena was seven, and of course the two tall boys had been almost eight. Sena hadn't been part of the mafia yet and he hadn't known Kakei and Mizumachi were a part of it.
He was at the beach with his mother, his father was working- in the mafia unbeknownst to Sena- and he had been playing when some people from school spotted him. By now Sena had amazing legs, taught to him by a brother not long after meeting Seijuurou, and took the initiative to run as far away from them as quickly as he could. That's when he ran to the top of the cliffs that bordered the ocean, he thought it would be safer there, and since his mother was sleeping on the beach in the warm sun, he knew he wouldn't be missed. It was there he heard the arguing.
"Shut-up! I've had enough of it all! I try sooooo hard, so hard! Yet no one notices, I've trained and trained, and all I get is looks of disgust! I don't care anymore! They've taken everything from me, my hobby, my dream, even my family! My famiglia!"
Though the shouts were angry, Sena could hear the desperation in the voice, hidden well behind the fury, the voice was begging for forgiveness and, something Sena was familiar with, rescue.
"Mizumachi, please don't do this. I won't be able to keep the promise. I'll have to join you, and you know that! You are my famiglia now! You're my family, you can't just jump!"
When Sena saw the scene, a frown made its way onto his young face. He took on the cold disposition his father both hated and trained into him. His father called it his 'boss face', not that Sena understood what that meant. His eye's darkened and he took on almost a completely 180 personality switch. Cold and calculating- showing the personality he really held.
The scene in front of him was two boys standing on the edge of the cliff about to commit suicide.
"You know." He said, his voice cold, angry even. "If you're going to do something so selfish and so obviously against your own wishes, you should be quiet about it."
The boys started, almost falling unintentionally off the cliff, they turned and zoned their eyes on the seven year old boy who seemed to be egging them into suicide. However, it seems relief flashes across their eyes, giving Sena all he need to know about the two.
"What the hell are you doing here? Go away little boy!" the tall blonde one yelled.
"Why? You obviously don't care if you have an audience, since it's surprising your yells haven't gathered more people than just me." At this Sena lent against a tree to the left of the boys, watching them and their expressions.
"What the hell are you-"
"I'm talking about wanting someone to come and stop you. Because I know you don't want to kill yourselves." He explains.
"How would you know what we want? You don't know us, child." The blue haired boy explained with his eyes cold and dead.
"Because I can see it." Sena explained, a soft, sad smile filtering onto his face, warming his eyes to the point of tears.
"You don't know anything about us! You don't know what it's like, having your entire family killed before your eyes, you don't know the pain!" the blonde haired boy screamed, his feet moving him towards the short boy with the big attitude.
"Maybe I don't. But I do know the pain of being ignored, and hurt by those you trust. I also know I would never betray or hurt you the way they have." Sena explains with calm, easy words that make both boys falter.
"Y-you..."
Suddenly a great rumble makes Sena dive at the blue haired boy, knocking him away from the edge of the cliff and driving them both to the floor. His hands clamp on the blue haired boys shirt, and on the blonde haired boy's wrist that he grabbed unintentionally when he tried to save them.
He was shaking and staring them in the eyes, trying to make sure they weren't injured in any way. "A-are you okay anikis?"
"Y-you just... s-saves us..." the blonde one exclaimed, unable to move the boy's hand from his wrist.
"We're strangers... why would you..."
"Because I don't want you to be sad! I want you to be my friend, and I want you to trust me, I want to trust you!"
Both boys were taken aback by the child's actions and thereafter his words. All their lives they had never met anyone so openly worried about them.
Kakei and Mizumachi had met in a mafia meeting between their famiglia, it was during a meeting about an alliance, so from even a young age they knew trust was something to never give willingly. So to be openly confronted and asked to trust was something neither boy could explain.
Looking into each other's eyes, realising, even if they would never admit it to each other, that the way they felt towards the boy still clinging to them was the same way they felt towards each other they made a silent agreement, they would not let the boy feel pain again –even if it meant abandoning their own famiglia to keep the boy safe, to make the boy who saved them was theirs and only theirs.
"My name is Kakei, and this is Mizumachi." The blue haired boy explained to the sniffling boy straddling him with his hand fisted in his shirt.
"Please stop crying squirt. Please..." Mizumachi begged as he removed the boy's hand from his sore wrist and held it in his slightly shaking hands.
"Y-you're okay? You're not hurt?" Sena asked trying to rub the tears away without releasing Kakei's shirt.
"Thanks to you we are." Kakei's smile was soft, it was a smile he hadn't used since learning the truth of his family, and of their brutal demise at the hands of their enemy.
"M-my name's S-Sena. Sena Kobayakawa. Are you two going to be my famiglia? With Seijirou-nii and me?"
"Of course Sena."
"Yeah squirt, we can't leave you alone now, who knows what would happen to you." Mizumachi laughed the first laugh since Kakei could remember.
"Ohhh, Mizumachi-nii, I'm not a squirt!"laughter filled the cliff on that day, and the vow made between Kakei and Mizumachi, no matter how silent and personal it was, was one they would never forget or break, even when they realised they'd probably be dragged back into the mafia they were trying to avoid.
"Everything will be fine." Sena vowed to them all, his boss face threatening to break. "I think it's time to eat though, don't you, we can continue this conversation this evening." Sena explained, taking the hint, Seijuurou and Protezione made their way to the kitchen with a few of the other boys to make dinner for their boss, and give the others time to think.
As Sena made it to his room, the most central in the entire house, he collapsed into the bed and sighed deeply, letting the tears gather at the corners of his eyes, letting his boss face break and the teenage boy he really was come to the surface.
He knew his brother-guardians meant well, and that most of them disliked the idea of going to school at all, but it was necessary, they needed to blend in, to make it seem like they were normal high school students. It was the reason Sena decided to move countries now of all times, it was the local high-schools' entrance exams, considering most of the members of Di Fortuna- or at least those who were a constant in Sena's life- were all around Sena's tender age of 16, it meant they were all old enough to apply for high-school and for it not to looks to suspicious, because if almost sixteen students suddenly transfer from Italy, alarm bells would sound and bullets would rain blood form the skies onto the streets.
Sena started to drift off, thinking about the time he was told he was to be the boss of Di Fortuna famiglia and that his own father was the second in command of the mafia group.
He wasn't even twelve at the time- which according to Kakei was the average age civilian kept children were told of the dark world- he had just turned nine, and it was his birthday party. He had invited Mizumachi and Kakei, as well as Seijuurou to celebrate with him, but his father had sent them home early and took Sena into the basement where he trained him.
"Sena, I have something important to tell you. You must listen and remember it all, so you understand me?" his father's warm voice asked.
Sena respected his father beyond all others, he trained him and read stories to him, he was the man who Sena would go to when he was sad or angry, and his father never failed to bring his son back to his usual happy self.
"Of course father, what is it?"
"Sena, you know how I sometimes travel to faraway places for work, and I even come home with injuries?" he asked and when his son nodded he continued. "Well up until now I've refused to tell you what I do when you asked. Today I will tell you son, because it is detrimental that you know and understand the danger you will be put under as you grow..."
"Father..." Sena murmured when shivers of fear rushed through his body. He had never heard his father speak to him that way, the shaking in his father's voice scared him, it made him want to run away, but he found himself rooted to the spot, forced to listen to things he knew he would never forget.
"I do not work in an amazing business Sena; I work in a far more dangerous occupation that sends me around the world to fight to save my famiglia's life." His father begins.
"Famiglia." Sena thought to himself. It was the same word his anikis used when they had first met.
"I work in the mafia. A dangerous, usually illegal gang of men and women who fight and trade and a lot of times betray eachother..."
"Father! Why would you work for people like that?" Sena began. "Why would father work for the same kind of people who hurt my brothers so much?"
"Sena, it's a long story, but I was one of the people who made the family, and we're trying to change the mafia, we're trying to defend the innocents that get drawing into our world... people like you're brothers..." he trailed off as he stood to retrieve something from his desk drawer- the draw Sena was told never to look inside.
"You will join this famiglia Sena, you are too young now, and I'm fighting my boss to ensure you get a few more peaceful years, but you will join, and one day you will be boss." At this point he handed Sena a weapon, it was a hand gun, average size with intricate details upon its metal face.
The weight of the gun placed in his hands sent Sena's blood pounding, he looked at the gun shimmer in his hands, the way the light caught the black grip and silver barrel, and the way the golden detailing of the clip shone made his stomach tense in a nauseous way. it was so beautiful though.
"You will learn to shoot Sena; I will start to train you soon. This is your gun now. And it will be your gun until it is time to give it to your son." He then pointed to the golden coin stamped into the grip and barrel. "You will kill for our famiglia, Sena; you will fight and kill for Di Fortuna."
"SENA!" with a start Sena was upright with the gun usually holstered at his side touching the skin on the forehead of the one who had woken him. His golden eyes were dimmed to near black and his face held the impassive scowl he wore when faced with an enemy he was prepared to kill. His chest rose and fell irregularly as a cold sweat dripped off his nose and downs the back of his neck, traveling all the way down his back.
He met a pair of warm brown eyes and thick black hair and immediately lowered his gun until it touched the mattress.
Falling back he covered his eyed with his right forearm and released the gun. His breathing continued to labour until it was back to normal and he turned to the boy who sat silently waiting. He could sense the others outside the door, but ignored them in favour of the right-hand man whom he trusted to inform the others of anything they missed.
"I'm sorry Seijuurou-nii... I guess I'm a little jumpy still." He tried to laugh, though it came out forced and painful.
"Meteora... no Sena, dinner is ready, the other's are waiting and sent me up to retrieve you."
Now, anyone else would have freaked out or at least accepted the apology, but Sena knew that Seijuurou- and his other guardians for that matter- knew that he would never intentionally point any kind of weapon at them; it was a part of being in the mafia that was unavoidable. It was something all of the experienced and all of them understood. It was a survival instinct, one they had all honed together.
"Alright, I'll be right down." The sweat had stopped and his face was calm and serine, happy with his work Seijuurou got up and walk to the door, ushering the others to take their places at the table.
After a moment of self loathing Sena got out of his bed and walked down into the dining room where he knew a great feast waited.
Despite his certainty, he was pleasantly surprised to see a traditional Japanese meal waiting for him and a smile soon found its way onto his face.
"Well, good evening everyone."
All nine teens stood and bowed slightly with a smile playing upon their faces. "Good evening Boss/Sena" were his replies.
"Well Meteora, we have had time to think it over and we can see where you're coming from..." explained the ever elusive Nascosta.
Taken back by the man's use of his mafia name, Sena looked over to him and smiled. It seems everyone is on edge, unwilling to give away their names to anyone unworthy or untrustworthy.
"Everyone, while we are at home, it is safe to speak our names, and outside it is essential we speak them, we need to get used to it." He smiled, knowing full well everyone preferred to call him by his given name in the mafia; they all respected him and demanded everyone else respect him also.
"I know Sena, it's just..." Nascosta explained looking at the young boy beside him.
"I know Kid, I know." Sena sighed.
They started dinner then, quiet and thoughtful. It gave Sena the opportunity to look over the brothers who followed him half way across the earth just to stay with him and protect him.
He sat at the head of the table. To his left was Seijuurou, next to him were Mizumachi and Kakei, they all sit silently eating their Japanese foot, completely used to the Japanese cuisine. Next to them was Riku, Sena's friend form America, he had long white hair in a similar fashion to Sena's and legs just as quick, in fact, Riku was the one who taught Sena how to run all those years ago, to the mafia he was Intoccabile.
To Sena's right was Jumonji, he was a juvenile delinquent from France, his hair was short and blonde to the point it was just as white as Riku's, his eyes were the warm chocolate colour Sena had grown to look to when he needed stability. His mafia name was to him were his two friends, in the mafia world they were Huh-1 and Huh-2, Jumonji's subordinates, though to Sena they were brothers to him as much as Seijuurou was. One had long brown hair that settled at his shoulders, layered and often messy it was signature to him. His skin was darker than the other men at the table, he was of Mexican descent, and his family transferred him to France when he was young, that's where he met Shozo and Jumonji. His real name was Kuroki. The one next to him, known as Shozo had blonde hair and yellow tint glasses, he was French-German while he had very little German blood in him his great grandparents live in Germany their entire life, and his grandparents taught him German when he was young. He met his friends in France when they were all seven. All three were strongly built, with delinquent faces that scared everyone but Sena, their arms were timbres and their bodies hardened by both legal and illegal fight rings.
Next to the three known as the Huh-brothers was Testuma, also known as Treno in the mafia world, he was the most loyal of the group, unwavering and determined, if you gave him an order he followed it, not budging or changing anything about it, as if a steam train on a track, he was first loyal to his friend –Kid- and then Sena when Kid joined the family. He had dark eyes and dark hair with a strong body and firm resolve, though he didn't talk often, when he did he had a accented Japan from his life in America with Kid.
Of course, Kid sat opposite Sena, the other head of the table being his usual seat. Like Riku, he was incredibly intelligent with American decent; he often dressed in western clothes, keeping his lifestyle on a Texan ranch thick in his blood. His name in the mafia was Nascosta, and he was as true to Sena as Testuma was to him.
As if sensing the eyes of their boss, each and every teen on the table looked at him, smiling when they noticed the soft, warm smile making its way onto their young boss' tense face.
That evening found Sena and his guardians sitting in the living room. He sat on the only single seated couch and the other found themselves surrounding him in warm, comfortable silence.
"I'm going to tell you what school's you're going to." Sena began, and as soon as the words left his mouth everyone tensed. "From there we'll work out what we're going to do... specifically those whose schools are further away."
"Sena..." Riku started.
"I know Riku, you need to go America for a while, that is already taken care of, you're going to meet up with the American branch and track down Pantera and Elettrica for me..." Sena continues.
"Okay, Jumonji, Kuroki and Shozo will go to Deimon with me; they will be in my class and all my lessons- Riku will ensure that." He started. Jumonji and his subordinates nodded and gave each other a signal that meant they would meet up later for a talk.
"Seijuurou will be going to Oujou," Sena watched as Seijirou stilled.
"Oujou... you're sending me to my old school?" he asked seriously, with a look of both relief and pain on his face.
"Yes, you need to see your friends again, and it makes more sense for you to go there than to another school- it would be too hard to avoid unwanted questions if you transferred schools and countries at the same time." When Seijirou nodded Sena relaxed a little.
"Kakei and Mizumachi will be transferring to Kyoshin, you haven't gone there before, but they're looking for students and you'll fit right in there." Both smiled, knowing that their mafia background took them away from public schooling.
"Kid, Testuma, and Riku when he's finished in America will be going to Seibu, but you have to be careful, there are people there from Riku and my past." He explains Cooley. Testuma looks to Sena with a strange expression.
"Will you be okay with so many of us so far away?" he asks his accented Japanese flowing almost effortlessly off his tongue.
All his guardians know at least five languages; they all know Japanese and Italian as well as English and French, and then each of them have their own specialty, though they all know disjointed German.
"Yes Testuma, I am figuring a way to make this work better, and already have a few ideas... Seijuurou will probably be training right..." a nod from the stoic teen, "which means he'll patrol, we own the houses on either side of this one, and there are basements with connected tunnels so we'll split ourselves between them... just to bring down any suspicion..."
"What about the schools themselves Sena... don't schools demand you join a club of some kind...?" Jumonji asks, now knowing the Japanese system as well as the others.
"They do indeed... I think we'll have to make that one of our first priorities, we need to be similar, and probably a sports team." He muses almost to himself.
"Isn't that counterintuitive?" asks kid form under his cowboy hat.
"How so Kid?" he stops himself from adding the brotherly suffix, knowing kid is uncomfortable with it in front of others.
"Well, we're trying to lay low, not show off our skills- and they are skills that would certainly gain attention- yet going for a sports team would make us the center of attention..." he trails off as he sees Sena's understanding of his worry.
"Yes, while that might be true, out enemy doesn't know our faces, they know our mafia names, but not our civilian names or faces. Why would they look at a sports team for us? Knowing we're trying to blend in –if they figure out we're in Japan- they would look for the most inconspicuous students... looking for those with something to hide... besides, if we go for a supports team, don't you think our skills would stay sharp, and we'd be prepared for anything." A flicker of a sinister smile tugs at Sena's lips before he reins it in.
Suddenly a sound tinkles in the air and Sena pulls out his communicator. Reading a message sent to him from another of his more frequent guardians he smiles a small smile and replaces the communicator in his pocket.
"As you know, Re and Ragno weren't on the jet with us yesterday." He smiles, "I've just received confirmation that they have arrived safely in Japan and are stationed in their safe houses. They will meet us at various times." Sena explains to the questioning faces of his guardians.
"Hahahaha, Re Falso has come too, ne?" Mizumachi asks with a laugh on his lips.
"Mizumachi-nii, you know he doesn't like being called that." Sena tries.
"Sena, you know he shouldn't be called Re- you should- so he's Re falso, as punishment for his arrogance." Riku explains with a soft smile.
"I need to get ready to leave. Take care, Sena. I'll see you seen enough Otouto." He squeezes Sena's shoulder as he passes, even with the cocky grin that never really leaves his face, his tight grip on Sena's shoulder is enough to convey his pain t leaving his little bother's side. For that is who Sena is to Riku, his little brother.
Sena muses about that for a moment as he nods to his guardians to disperse for bed, he wonders why, when they share a face, they aren't related by blood stronger than that of cousins. They are simply cousins to each other, no more, no less- yet, Riku is Sena's aniki.
As his other guardians leave, and Seijuurou and Riku are left- Riku leaving almost immediately after- Sena walks into the kitchen, only to be greeted by a tall, warm glass of cocoa.
"I thought you'd need this." The stoic teen elaborates to his boss.
"Thank you Seijuurou-nii. I guess I need something like this. Sorry about earlier... I really am." He mutters into the glass, hoping he didn't sound ungrateful for everything his first friend has done for him.
"Sena..." the stoic teen takes a seat with a mug full of what suspiciously looks like coffee. He takes a seat in front of Sena; where he's usually sit beside him. "You don't need to say sorry for something so natural."
"It isn't natural to attack your own brother Seijuurou-nii, and the mafia is creating a situation where it is. It's not right, and it's not the first time I've done it. I almost took Jumonji-nii's shoulder out last time he tried to move me when I fell asleep on the couch, not to mention the time Shozo-nii almost lost his hand when he put a blanket on me. I keep going to attack you all, and there's no one out there who knows you guy better than I do, I know you and your movements and your movements better than anyone! I could even argue I know better than yourselves... yet I keep attacking you in my sleep!" The panic begins to rise in Sena's chest as he realises how many times he's tried to kill the men he trusts the most.
"Sena..." the baritone soothes him instantly. Suddenly he questions when that happened, when simply hearing his first brother's voice could sooth him and make all his panic recede. Then again, he muses to himself when hasn't Seijuuroui calmed me?
"Sena, the mafia is changing, because of you. Soon enough you'll make it possible for mafia children to be allowed to be children, to not have to be trained as you and the others have been." He explains, while he knows he will never truly understand the pain that his boss, and his other 'brothers' have gone through- being from a non-mafia family- he knows he has to be strong for his boss, any kind of fear he shows when a gun is pointed at his face, or blood coats his hands, could make his boss fall into the darkness. Though, after so many years he has no fear of guns, pointed at him or not, and blood is not second nature- a second skin.
"Sena, it's been a long week, you're tired, and when the mind is tired the past has free reign to wreak havoc." He watches Sena's eyes widen when he hears Seijuurou's analysis, and then slowly, Sena's eyes slip closed as the drugs in his drink take effect. It was a deal between the guardians, if the boss was under mental attack from his past, a medicated sleep is a must, and it was usually Seijuurou who did the deed.
Sighing to himself, Seijuurou moves and picks his boss up off his chair; his head lolling until it leans comfortably on Seijuurou's chest, said teen tightened his grip on his boss' legs and shoulders, as if his grip would release the burden on his chest.
As he walked through the door out of the kitchen he was met by the other seven men who resided in the house. Each of them had a mask of worry and understanding on their faces, especially those who knew Sena before the mafia did.
"Good job Seijuurou," was all that was said by Kakei before he led the others away to their rooms.
Moving to the most central room, where simple blue walls and wooden furniture greets them, he moves his boss into bed, pulling the covers to his shoulder he smoothes the chaotic hair until his boss' breathing evens out. Then, moving in the shadows, he walks through the door to the left of him and enters his own room. Though, tonight he knows he'll get very little sleep, in fact he knows that for the next few days, maybe even the next week, he'll be wide awake, at least until his boss is comfortable in their new environment.
Right... well I'm not any sort of nationality other than Canadian and British, so please excuse and help correct any misconceptions, misuse of words, events, or phrases.
Meteor = Meteor (Italian)
Ryuusei = Meteor (Japanese)
Giavelletto = Spear (Italian)
Protezione = Shield (Italian)
Oceano = Ocean (Italian)
Acqua = Water (Italian)
Nascosta = Hidden (Italian)
Treno = Train (Italian)
Intoccabile = Untouchable (Italian)
Re / Re Falso = King / False King (Italian)
Ragno = (Italian)
Arigatou. Thank you. Grazie Tante. For reading (and reviewing)
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