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

Warning!: not many, the usual, mention of blood and somewhat mature subjects bordering on complacent killing etc. But that's the general warning for the entire story so if you're reading this chapter you must be fine with its contents.

To the Untrained Eye.

First day at deimon. First days apart.

Kuroki didn't know how to explain it. It was something he had never seen, and really didn't want to see again. The man hunting them was a Hiruma, while that wasn't surprising or threatening, it was somewhat disgusting, or at least the way this Hiruma ogled his brother-boss was.

Now Kuroki had seen many people ogle his brother, he was handsome, strong, rich, and kind, it wasn't uncommon for women- and even the occasional man- too seek his brother out wanting both to settle down and to have a fling with him. This Hiruma was a new one though.

Kuroki had set his rifle up as his brother had instructed, he had settled into a comfortable position and proceeded to watch the Hiruma while still keeping tabs on his brother-boss. What a sight it was to behold. He always loved watching his brother run, especially when he was able to completely let himself go and do as he wanted, he was fast, graceful and simply powerful. He was even more pleased to see the laughter bubble form his brothers' lips, it had been a long time since the brunette had seen Sena laugh so freely and unrestrained, and he wished it happened more often.

This is where Kuroki grew worried; the Hiruma literally drooled when his brother started running. He dropped the stick of gum he was in the process of eating; his hands stopped dead on the laptop he was typing on, and his eyes widened. The man who evoked fear in even low level yakuza was the sight of shock and weakness.

Kuroki didn't like it at all.

He kept his rifle trained on the Hiruma right up until his brother was on the train and it was leaving the station. It surprised him when the Hiruma actually stood- his laptop clattering to the floor- and yelled at his brother to jump for the train.

Three things left Kuroki's heart in his throat.

First was the fact the laptop was on the floor, Hirumas never allowed such a thing to happen.

Second was the fact he was trying to help his brother- something comical when one realised his brother was trying to escape the Hiruma.

Third was the fact he still hadn't picked the laptop off the floor.

Then the smirk came, that predictable Cheshire grin that sent nerves tingling dangerously through Kuroki's entire body, it mean trouble, and he'd have to warn Sena quickly.

So Kuroki did just that. In an instant the gun was packed away- hidden innocently in a backpack slung over his shoulder. He had his phone to his ear running through the streets searching for one of the underground entrances of their home.

"What is it Kuroki?"

"We have a problem Protezione." Kuroki breathed out as he slid into the underground tunnel system. "There's something off with that Hiruma."

"I see. Meteora thought as much. Hurry home and we'll see what we can do."

"Will do. See you soon."

The phone clicked off and Kuroki sped up, he did not like this Hiruma at all, and he was more than prepared to feed lead into the man's skull if this dislike continued beyond only a short while.

The morning was quiet. Silence echoed and tore the air, trying to drown the men sitting on the dining room. Unlike usual, it wasn't a comfortable silence. No, it was a painful one.

Everyone was thinking the same thing, none of them wanted to leave the house, to go to school, to be separated. No one really wanted to speak up, while at the same time that's all they wanted to do.

"Sena, are you sure?" Testuma asked with a strained voice. While he usually hesitated to question Sena's or Kid's directions for him, he did not like this new order.

Sena was shocked to say the least when his normally silent brother questioned him, and right before they were going to leave too. He smiled sadly, not really wanting to tell his brothers that he was scared, but when he looked at them he couldn't help but steel his resolve.

They all stood, semi-protectively in a semi-circle around Sena, they all wore their respective school uniforms, each had a schoolbag and a blazer and each of them looked handsome. Sena was sometimes blown away by how easily his brothers looked like adults, he too could make himself look almost ten-years older than he was in the right suit, but the men standing before him didn't really look like they should be in high-school. Sena put that down to the fact that they were used to wearing formal clothing around actual adults and had to portray that same maturity and sense, they had to look the part of mafia members, so now that they were having to wear school uniforms, well, even Sena was finding it difficult to not look threatening and poised.

"Yes, I'm sure." He nodded solemnly and he couldn't help but be saddened by the hope lingering in his brothers' eyes that he was going to change his mind. "Now, you need to look for a club, don't join any yet, we need to be similar in what clubs we join, try and keep a low-profile, and please, don't kill everyone that annoys you, I've let you take your weapons for self-defence- we don't need the cleanup bill to escalate like last time."

With that his brothers nodded, Testuma and Kid were the first out the door, leaving through the house to the left of their current one. They each slung their bags over their shoulders and headed for the train, they didn't have far to travel, but to be on time they'd have to leave about fifteen minutes earlier than any of their brothers.

Mizumachi and Kakei were the next to leave, they too had bags, but Kakei carried his smartly by his side. Mizumachi, as usual, had already tried to strip down to his vest, but Sena was adamant that his school shirt had to stay on at all times. 'The vest isn't enough to hide the guns Mizumachi-nii.' Sena knew it was probably for naught, but at least the fake boxers Mizumachi wore would hide his 'second-skin' thermals and the thigh holsters he refused to leave the house without.

When they had everything Kakei knocked his knuckles with Sena's and gave the remaining four brothers a meaningful glare. He and Mizumachi were much further away than the others; they had to catch a bus and a train to get to and from school- if Sena was in danger at school they'd be some of the last to arrive on the scene.

"See you later Mizumachi-nii, Kakei-nii."

"Have a good day Sena." They replied, eye contact was all the four remaining brothers needed as greetings, none of them very verbal in such intimate matters.

Then it was Sena's turn to leave, Seijuurou had decided that walking to and from school with Sena and the Huh-siblings was the smartest idea, it was easy for Sena to blend in with Seijuurou and it wasn't strange for them to be friends.

They walked silently, a little more comfortable in the silence that enveloped them. While all Sena's famiglia trusted and respected him with their lives, Seijuurou, Jumonji, Kuroki, and Shozo were the ones whom rarely- if ever- questioned a decision. They often asked him questions, but never second-guessed a decision made by him once he had made it. It wasn't that they were blindly loyal, and if Sena was truly wrong they would speak up, but they did so more privately than the other brothers were inclined to.

They reached the fork in the road by the bridge over the river and Seijuurou looked into Sena's eyes with that stoic expression that told Sena everything he needed to know. Seijuurou was a stoic monster when it came to mafia, he did his work diligently, never straying from his duty, he killed, injured, and tortured if Sena deemed it necessary, and he protected the family to the best of his ability. He was also aggressively protective of Sena and has been since their first meeting. Thinking about it, Sena realised that when he walked down the river towards Deimon, it was going to be the first time since their meeting when they were five that they were going to be separated for more than an evening. That thought made Sena's face drop a little. When a large, warm hand descended on his hair he looked again and smiled. Seijuurou could read him like an open book.

"Be careful Sena. I'll see you this evening. You wouldn't mind if I looked for recruitments would you?"

Sena shook his head. "Of course you can look for recruits, though Oujou isn't known for housing mafia children." Sena explained.

When the pleasantries were over, and Sena ensured that Seijuurou had all his self-defence weapons, his pass, and something to prove his position in Di Fortuna- specifically the ring that never left his right middle finger- Sena was happy to wave and walk towards Deimon high school.

Jumonji took up position on Sena's right, being so used to taking up that position in meetings when the others were away. Kuroki took the left and Shozo took the back, it was a comfortable formation, relaxed and didn't in anyway give a suspicious air.

As they entered the school grounds they made their way towards the principal's office, it was just after the school bell had sounded so the grounds were empty, some of the school counsel- or Sena assumed that's who they were- were setting up the recruitment stalls for the various school clubs, recruitment started right after homeroom.

Sena would usually wear his Di Fortuna jacket, but he needed to be inconspicuous, he also wasn't worried about the principal giving away his identity to their enemies, he- and most of the rest of the school for that matter- had been made to take the Omerta- the mafia code of silence- and so Sena had nothing to fear from the staff within the school's walls.

They arrived at the principal's office and the secretary- a spindly, black-haired woman with a soft voice and warm eyes- signed them in and let them pass, obviously aware of the status of these intimidating, handsome young men.

As they enter pleasantries were exchanged, a few more warnings given- with love from Jumonji to the principal- until they were finally carted off to their new classroom. There was an awkward silence as they walked in, no-one quite sure what four new transfer students were doing in Japan of all places if they came from somewhere as 'foreign' as Italy. Still, they were introduced, denied any questions asked simply stating it 'isn't any fun if we told you everything'- which brought out ear-piercing squeals from the female population- and were seated at the back of the room.

Sena took the seat closest to the window- and despite how counterintuitive that was he didn't care- Jumonji sat to his right, Shozo in front of him, and Kuroki took the seat in front of Sena and to the left of Shozo.

When register has been called and the class calmed down, the homeroom teacher began to discuss the day. It was mostly just recruitment, lessons were canceled, and the entire school was open to exploration by the first years and new students. The student council would be stationed around the school in case of questions and they were free to roam as they pleased as long as they didn't leave school premises.

"Oh, you must have decided at least one club to join by the end of the week."

Home room finished quickly and the entire population was sent outside to be harassed by the various school clubs to which they would be recruited with very little mercy. Sena had already briefed his brothers on which types of activities they'd look into, so when homeroom was dismissed they immediately made their way to the sports section of the mass of stalls and shouting students.

It was as they expected, loud, brash voices calling in any manner and tone. Some people physically dragged prospective students to the stall, some bribed, others even snuck flyers into bags and hands as they passed.

One stall caught their attention, and made all four 'bothers' narrow their eyes with suspicion. There was one stall far bigger than any other, about four times the size if Kuroki was going to make a broad estimate, there was one person sitting there, he was rather large- but Shozo assumed his bulk was muscle- wearing American football protection. This sparked Jumonji's interest, he had gotten into American football during the stay in the foreign country the last time they were there, the fact the Japanese seemed to be interested certainly made Jumonji feel a little more at home.

What caught Kuroki and Shozo's eyes were the guns sitting innocently in the background. There were machineguns sitting on the table with a wide array of clips sitting somewhat orderly on the table amongst an American football and strategic papers, there were hand guns and even an antique shotgun, all of which sent Kuroki's mouth watering, he certainly could use some new weapons.

All of a sudden, with the wind alerting them as much as the eerie sound, a blond-haired student ran at them with the full intention of –seemingly- attacking Sena. Immediately the guards were up and the brothers surrounded their –so far calm- leader with an ease and strength that silenced everyone.

"Keshesheshesheshe. It seems there are some interesting students this year eh fucking-fatty?" his voice was vile, sharp and seemingly intelligent. Sena's eyes narrowed somewhat. The boy had that familiar aura, but his appearance was most definitely unnaturally changed.

He was a Hiruma- more to the point -he that the Hiruma who tried to track Sena not even a week ago. That alone sent shivers of anticipation up and down his spine. He knew the boy had no mafia ties bar his seemingly absent father, so it was safe for the young brunette to assume that he was in no mortal danger from the young blonde. That didn't mean to say he was going to let his guard down though.

"You will back away." Jumonji spoke softly, as not to alert the still staring population that his accent was not Italian – they had made the story that they were siblings adopted by their parents who were of Japanese decent and decided the boys needed a taste of their adoptive parents' culture- with this in mind it was vital that no one caught on that while Jumonji and Kuroki's accents were not Italian, Kuroki could get away with having the faintest of accents, and Sena's accent was strongly Italian.

"Keshesheshe, and why might I ask fucking-scar-face, would I do that?" the Hiruma asked, he had an AK slung over his shoulder and was watching the group with barely hidden interest, he was curious as to why teenagers – especially first year high school students- looked so war beaten.

"Because you're in for a world of pain if you don't." Kuroki, silent until then spoke, he did not trust that yearning, I-get-everything-that-I-want-when-I-want-it look in the Hiruma's eyes.

"How interesting." Hiruma's eyes narrowed, he didn't like that these boys weren't intimidated, he could even see the sly- was that mocking? - look in even the small brunette's eyes; now that was intriguing.

Smiling his crooked smile, and in an instantaneous movement that no-one but the four before him could follow- Hiruma has a flyer in his hand and was passing it to the blonde-haired freshman before him with an impassive, calculating smirk.

"Consider it. With your... talents... I could sure use you on the team." With a flick of his hand and some rather vulgar insults sent towards the 'fucking-fat-ass' in the stall they were gone.

No one moved for a moment, but then everything dissolved into loud noises, far less tense now that the American football team had made their exit. If anyone was tempted to approach the four –handsome- Italian fashion models – or at least the girls fantasised they were- then the intention disappeared very quickly, if Hiruma had claimed them then there was no chance in hell that anyone else was even going to try.

"American football huh?"

"What do you think Sena?" Jumonji asked as they walked down the row of stalls.

"Well, I think it could be very interesting." A smirk made its way onto his face and the three other boys could only smirk in return, if something so simple could elicit such a calculating smirk on their little boss' face then they were certainly guaranteed an interesting stay in Japan.

So there you go. It isn't how I really wanted it, but I think it's the best it's going to be, so please enjoy.
You might be confused as to who is in the house at the moment, since people will begin to leave and comeback rather sporadically. Even as I was writing this I got so confused -_-'.
So from now on if there is any significant shift in people living in Sena's house(s) then I will add a little note for you.
Currently in the house:
Sena

Seijuurou

Jumonji

Kuroki

Shozo

Kid

Testuma

Kakei

Mizumachi

So thank you for reading, and I hope it wasn't a disappointment.
Grazie. Merci. Thank you.
Please review. *Even one word makes me very happy*

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