Seithr-Kairy: Thank you for favouriting my story!

sharkswillruledaWORLD: Thank you for favouriting and following my story! I forgot to say this on my other story but I love your name! I just imagine all the sharks in Sharknado replaced with Squalo. XD


I apologize for being so late...again! Thank you for all the views, follows, and favourites! Also please be warned that this chapter jumps between characters a lot.


Summary:

What would happen if the gentle sky of the underworld and the arbitrator of the overworld meets? Now, five years later, how will Tsuna change as the true face of the mafia stares into his soul? Will he break into the abyss or will he emerge stronger with his beacon of light? Will the irony of his life pull him backwards or forwards? 5YL. Slight AU. Perspective changes from CC to OC


"Speech/Dialogue"

'Thought'

Warnings: Slight AU, slight OOC, Change in Perspectives, Un-betaed

All credits go to their respected owners.


Previously:

Quickly rushing over to the sink, she washed her hands that were stained in ink and carbon. Drying her hands with a towel, she cleaned up her home; stacking the papers and putting them into appropriate files and putting the books she bought into boxes. She put her finalized research in her work case as she opened the window to let the air circulate. After half an hour or so later, Renata closed the window and set off for bed.

But what she didn't notice was a particular bird watching over her.


Morning had shown its light through the tinted windows of the law office, as two individuals were tirelessly working on their cases. Papers, books, and files were spewed around every inch of the room as one would call the place as an 'organized mess.' The air was filled with nothing but the smell of smudged ink and wood pulp from the old words of history.

Renata sat perpendicular to Montique exchanging files, information, speculations, and research. Her blazer was neatly hung on the coat rack as her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows. The palm of her hands was shaded in various coloured inks and her tangled hair overrode her face.

Renata let out a breath. "Boss, that's why I believe Il Picco di Sirene's operation doesn't only stretch to the president of the company, Vincent Sirene, but also, beyond to the elites as well. They use the drug on innocent victims such as passing citizens, tourists, or even celebrities as the effects include amnesia."

Renata handed her final files into Montique's firm hands. "The main reason would be The Devil's Breath. As mentioned before, the other substances are obvious enough to assume which function they will serve. As for The Devil's Breath, the lavish and luxurious high-end banquets the company president throws are secretly meeting spots for the mafia and the rest of the underground world. I am correct to assume you know why Boss?"

Montique nodded leaning his spine against his chair. "The banquets serve a dual purpose of both a charity event façade for the public and the black market for the underground world entitled, The Black Banquet. I have found reports of Il Picco di Sirene hosting human slavery auctions, ecstasy parties, substance abuse, and even so far as to the prostitution of children."

Renata narrowed her eyebrows as Montique listed off the heinous crimes they have committed. "Boss. There was one question that was lingering in my mind and that was how they managed to do it for so long. From past records I found, it states that these types of dealings started to arise from their third generation. So I believe that they managed to use this odourless and colourless powder on simple items such as their business cards or even wine glasses."

"-And you suspect that because the venues are heated and within moist environments, the powder is able to liquefy and absorb into the victims' skins? Since the victims are most likely ones not to be missed by the public, they could easily be trafficked into slavery or killed while others are indeed, the guests to the spectacle."

"Yes I do Boss. Although it's mere speculation, I truly do believe that this theory of mine is the closest thing I'll get to a solid case."

Montique closed his eyes and crossed his legs. He contemplated her proposition as he stroked his chin gently. "Very well. So? I have yet to hear of the technicalities of your request for field work."

Renata took out another pile of request forms and legal documents as it went to Montique's hands. "Yes Boss. The papers detail on my proposition, but to simply put I would like to go undercover to spy on the inner workings of Il Picco di Sirene-"

A deafening thud was heard as Montique suddenly slammed the stack down on his desk as he gave an intense look that startled Renata.

"Explain."

Renata suddenly felt a wave of fear rush into her system seeing as she had never experienced her suave and calm boss angry before. Montique noticed this and apologized for his sudden burst of emotions. He sat down and rested his forehead on his fingertips to calm himself down from his unprofessional behaviour.

"I apologize for my sudden actions, please continue."

Renata nodded letting her rapidly beating heart calm. "W-Well, boss, I wrote the details in on my request form but basically I would like to infiltrate their base myself. If I can get an invitation to The Black Banquet, our case is closed. This undercover mission may take well over a year."

Rentata spoke carefully not to incite whatever wrath her boss just unleashed. Sensing her uneasiness, Montique dug into one of his inner pockets of his Ermenegildo Zegna suit. In his hands revealed a small velvet case with silver hemming within the grasps of his fingertips.

Montique lifted his arm towards Renata indicating her to take it as she did. Renata held the box and it felt quite light in her hands and nice to the touch. She opened the case and inside was silver ring with diamonds weaved around it within a cushion of silk bedding.

Renata froze and looked up at Montique raising a brow. She knew her boss wasn't a man to propose to her out of the blue. She also knew that their relationship was straightly platonic so she refrained from jumping to any drastic conclusions.

"Boss, may I ask what this is for? I'm positive this is not a proposal."

He nodded. "I believe it is due time I tell you about Simon Calievere."

"Simon Calievere…" Renata jumped at the realization, almost losing her grip on the ring. "Is that not the victim of The Sicilian Incident!? And wasn't he the boss of the law office in Sicily? He was part of another branch correct?"

Renata was confused as every broken link and puzzle piece started to dance around in her mind trying to make itself whole. The strict business tone of the office was replaced by a deafening serious air circling around Renata's neck- almost as if to suffocate her.

"Indeed. As you know Simon was chasing the Sicilian cultist mafia group Neo Lucifero- a group known to kidnap and murder unsuspecting citizens and tourists for their 'sacred' rituals. Our organization doesn't usually take down mafia syndicates specifically, but they were an exception. Simon took on this case himself even though our branches offered him reinforcements. Unfortunately certain conflicts occurred and he was found dead at the edge of Sicily."

"-And all that was left of him was a white USB containing his final wishes. The public was not notified by this incident- only labeling Simon as the deceased detective hero who took down a dangerous cultist group."

"And his final will was passed upon to me."

Renata jumped out of her seat. "What!? Boss! I've never heard of this part before! Why would you have-?"

Renata's words slowed its pace as she saw Montique's eyes flashed in deep repressed pain but then shifted back to his hard and straight ones.

"Simon was a close friend of mine actually."

"I-I apologize boss. I didn't mean to-"

He shook his head indicating her to sit back down. "Never mind, it was all the past. In his final will, he entrusted several documents to me- only stating that the 'justice has yet to reach its fruition.' The evidence I gave you yesterday was mostly from him."

"Wait… This incident happened three years ago! No… actually that would make sense… All the evidence was mostly dated three years ago. If the two cases are similar and continued that would mean Il Picco di Sirene supplied Neo Lucifero with human lives… Boss, if I may ask, why would you decide to issue this case now?"

"In his final will, he only wanted this case issued if it was under my jurisdiction and the leading Apostle was you, Renata."

'He's using La Scala di Puruel terms…' "Boss, why did Mister Simon choose me? I've never heard or seen him in person before. I am right to assume he was a First Choir Apostle if his dying wish had this much authorization? Or was it because he was your dear acquaintance?"

"Simon was my mentor and friend, but I wouldn't have let my personal emotions sway my decisions."

'Boss didn't deny it. So he was a part of the First Choir.'

"As for why he chose you, I'm afraid I can't disclose that information. All he left was a voice recording addressed to me and the diamond ring addressed to you. He stated in his will that the diamond ring was crucial evidence to contribute against the fragmentary verdict."

Renata opened the box again and took out the ring. Slipping the silvery through her second to last finger, she placed the case in her purse. She was never one to put so much emphasis on the symbolisms for fingers (except the middle of course).

She got off of her chair and walked towards the coat rack slipping her arms through the sleeves of her blazer. She turned to Montique and asked a single question before leaving.

"Am I correct to assume you are a part of the First Choir as well boss?"

Montique didn't respond but merely closed his eyes signaling her to leave. Renata bowed in respect and left through the door. All alone, Montique reached into the inner pockets of his suit and pulled out a voice recorder with a white USB attached to the slot.


Blocked by the mile high papers and tinted windows, the room was unnervingly dark and quiet as the device illuminated his immediate area. The screen lit up with a faint blue light as a robotic voice was heard from the apparatus.

File XXXX-03

Password Accepted.

Loading data.

File one.

Password Accepted.

Loading Data.

To my Friend Evan.

Addresser: 00-03

Addressee: 00-05

Created: March 30th

Corrupted file.

Play?

His nimble fingers pressed the start button as the recording started to play.

Playing file.

Please wait until data loads.


-…eriously…hy wo…this…-

-Oh! It finally worked. Goodne…remind me to tell our company to…reate better manuals for these things.-

-…ight?…ha…-

-Haha, exce…if you're hea…this, I'm ten feet under right, old friend? Evan. Please…on't blame yourself, I took…case myself because I don't want…people I love hurt.-

-…ince my time is…ort, I'll make this quick.-

-Do NOT trust the…Si…Sirens-

-…ecret…pa…rd…is Clams.-

-Il Picco di Sirene…oming for me.-

-Justice has yet to reach its fruition.-


Recording end.

File two.

Password Accepted.

Loading Data.

My Dying Wish.

Addresser: 00-03

Addressee: 00-05

Created: March 23rd

Play?

Playing file.

Please wait until data loads.


-Hello Evan. Goodness, it took forever to get this thing working. This is my dying wish. I hope I'm lucky enough that you won't ever have to hear this.-

-Evan, my wish is for you to take care of Renata Micaela Ammisceo. She should be an intern at your place correct?-

-A diamond ring will be at my place inside our shared safe. Please give that to her. It is not only my selfishness of my love to her, but it is also the major clue to finally finish this case. I want to make her the lead Apostle for the Third Choir.-

-I'm sorry for burdening you like this Evan. I'm sure you're depressed right now… I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.-

-Please find my body immediately and burn it. Mix my body with chemicals, throw it into lava, flush it down the sewers, I don't care just make sure that not a single physical trace of me exists. All my fingerprints, skin, hair, and anything that contains my DNA. Get rid of it all.-

-I'm sure La Scala di Puruel would be glad to be of service.-

-Again, I'm sorry my friend. I'm sorry. And thank you.-

-My dearest friend, Evan.-


Recording end.

File thre-

Pressing the power button, Montique leaned on his chair, letting his limbs drape over the edges of his chair. The machinery was within a tight vice grip of his shaking hands containing all his anger and regret. A single tear was shed from his eyes as the liquid dripped down from his lashes to his jaw line.

Taking a deep breath, Montique allowed his eyelids to close as his arm shielded his eyes. After a long moment of silence, he sat back up straight and placed the USB into his tightly woven security locked drawer in his desk.

For his friend's last wish, and Renata's skills, he promoted her to the lead Apostle of the Third Choir in the case. Truthfully, he wanted nothing but to keep her from going out, especially on dangerous case like this one. How else could be sure to protect his late friend's crush? But something about her spirit reminded him of Simon.

Both of them were kind and logical. They refused to stand down to any injustice and preferred not to tread too long on the past. Simon was someone Montique admired. Unlike him, he was gentle and friendly. Unlike him, he wasn't rash. And unlike him, his kindness led to his death.

Perhaps the trauma of his friend's death still lingered within him. As an Apostle of the First Choir, he wasn't able to show or share his personal emotions with anyone except for one person, Simon. And now, he bared the responsibility of protecting his friend's love. But he knew better to tie Renata down. Even if he did, she wouldn't dare to stay still. She was the type to pursue in her beliefs no matter the odds after all.

Getting up to clean up the mess around the room, he thought back to Renata and her now, owned diamond ring.

'How ironic…' Montique thought, 'that the dead man still gets the bride.'


Renata left Montique's office as she realized one thing. Evan Montique didn't reject her proposal. To make sure, she could've went back and asked, but the sudden burst of heated anger she felt from Montique was enough for her to stay low for now. Ignoring the slightly guilty feeling in her core, she decided go through with her plan. But her idea was not an easy one, with a single mistake; her whole entire operation would backfire on her.

First was to attract the eyes of Vincent Sirene, the company president. Based off her findings, he was a total scumbag. Disrespectful, lustful, power hungry and everything that made a typical vile corporate boss was him.

Renata tried to look for anything redeeming about him but found nothing. The only excuse she found was that he grew up in a highly competitive and harsh environment, but Renata wasn't those idiotic people who always looked at the good. She wasn't like one of those people who would take and endure abusive or disrespectful relationships- just ask her ex-boyfriend.

She wasn't like the angels that descended from heaven to cast divine judgment. She was human, despite her intentions; she was biased like any other human being.

And Vincent was just like any one of them. The douche bags that show that short glimmer of 'kindness' that makes the other perceive they truly are a good person. He was one of those people that made their partners feel like they were the hero that can tame the beast.

But who can say that ever worked? Answer? Hardly. To change a person's behavior is like changing themselves. And no one could truly do that.

But to make herself seem like one of those girls, her plan was to disguise herself and climb the corporate ladder of Il Picco di Sirene until Vincent saw her worthy enough to partake in The Black Banquet.

Renata usually wouldn't have involved herself in these sorts of missions specifically, but her instincts told her it was necessary for some reason. The gut feeling didn't point towards the succession of the mission, but something beyond her objective. Renata didn't know exactly what it was but she trusted herself enough to follow her intuition without a single doubt.

Her second objective was to figure out the mafia roots connected to the company. In her report, in stated that well over thirty famiglias supported their smuggling ring and the black sheep of them was, The Vongola.


Renata trotted silently through the streets of Venice. She ran over the notes she had found in her head. 'The Vongola… The world's greatest and strongest famiglia in the world that reigned supreme for over nine generations and spanning to their tenth generation soon. Rumoured to be the strongest generation to date, Vongola Decimo is widely known to be the center of any notable underground events. Using fear and the power to obliterate their enemies, the Vongola is not to be trifled with. The boss is someone to be feared. The boss is a ruthless young man who can even charm the devil with his charisma…'

Renata snorted slightly at some of the rumours she had heard about the Vongola Decimo. It was hilarious how much someone could be exaggerated to such an extent. But regardless, she knew not to mess with someone like that. Whether or not he was the devil himself didn't matter. He was Vongola Decimo, someone who sat at equal positions of Dante's 9th circle of hell.

And yet, despite her wishes she knew that she had to confront him in one way or another. After all, the mafia doesn't take too kindly with one of their sources exposed to the public.


Arriving near her home, she saw the little passerine bird flying towards her. She greeted it with a smile letting it perch on her finger. Surprisingly, its talons weren't as sharp as she initially thought. It was actually quite squishy and blunt.

She brought her finger towards her face as the bird pecked its adorable little beak almost like a kiss. She smiled at its cute behavior as it snuggled against her cheeks. Transferring the bird onto her shoulder, she took out her keys and unlocked the door.

She walked into her home, still full of unused books and crumpled up pages from her notebook. Seeing the mess, she opened the window and started to clean her house. Renata saw that the bird was helping her clean, holding sheets of paper in its mouth and placing them into the appropriate locations.

Amazed at its intellect, she let the bird help thinking about how much bird feed she was going to reward her little friend. Cleaning, she still had reruns of her plans speeding through her mind. After revising her plans and organizing her house, she plummeted to her bed and sighed as the bird sat on her chest.

'Well, the first thing I need to do is get the attention of Vincent Sirene. Looks like there's only one way to get him,' Renata thought, 'to catch a piece of shit, become a piece of shit.'

She petted the bird as it snuggled up to her fingers. Liking the rhythmic breathing of leaning against her body, the bird fell into a sweet nap puffing out its feathers for added warmth.

'Adorable,' Renata thought moving carefully not to disturb the bird, 'well, might as call my friends to get ready for tonight.'

Gently scooping up the bird, she placed it on one of her pillows and quietly reached over the table for her phone. Rummaging around her bag, she held the Smartphone in her hands and turned the screen on.

Renata was surprised as her phone signaled some missed messages. 'Missed text? Who would…?'


[UNKNOWN CALLER]

3 Missed Messages.

Received 2 hours ago.

Read?

She blinked several times as she pressed the buttons to open her inbox. After opening them, she saw the messages this stranger had sent her.


[UNKNOWN]

Hello? Renata? It's me Tsuna. This is your number right?

Received at 1:46 p.m.

Is this not you? I think I got the wrong number… I apologize.

Received at 1:59 p.m.

[Renata]

Hello Tsuna. I apologize I was at work so I had my phone on silent. Looks I didn't notice it through my activities.

Sent at 3:59 p.m.


Renata was about to open up another application to watch the news until she heard her phone signaling her that a text has arrived. Startled at the sudden noise, the bird woke up and flew onto her shoulder and peered into her phone almost as if it understood the words.

Scratching the bird's feathers, she texted back but not before changing the caller ID.

[Tunaroll]

Oh! I'm really glad! I was sure I had the wrong number I'm so sorry that I messaged you during work! D:

Received at 4:02 p.m.

[Renata]

It's fine Tsuna. I'm happy you texted me. I also didn't know you were a person to use emoticons. It's cute. Also do you mind calling me instead of texting? I usually like to hear the other person's voice. It gives me a more humane connection.

Sent at 4:04 p.m.


Not a moment later she sent the text, her phone rang as the caller was Tsuna. She chuckled at his behavior and slid her finger to the right on the green answer button.

"Hello Tsuna. I didn't expect you to pick so soon."

Renata could hear the concern in his voice. "D-Did call at a bad time? You said that you'd rather have a conversation so…"

"It's no problem Tsuna. I was just surprised, that's all. Actually, I'm more surprised that you had the time to text and call me. Don't you have work to do~?" she replied in a teasing tone.

"Haha… Actually, I'm hiding from Reborn right now. And paperwork. I really don't want to face either one of them."

"Which is worse?"

"Immediately, Reborn. Long term, paperwork. But if Reborn finds out that I've been sneaking off, he'll kill me for neglecting my duties. Then send the paperwork to heaven so I can sign them in the afterlife."

"Shouldn't you start working then?"

"Have you ever signed over five million proposals and property damage forms in one day before? I honestly don't want to go back to that. It's like looking at your-"

"-future fade away right?"

"How did you know?"

"I intern at a law office Tsuna. Most of my time was spent nothing but sitting in a chair for hours on end reading and filtering paperwork. I love my job but too much of one thing is exhausting. I myself rather do field work."

"…"

"Your wrists get stiff and all the ink or carbon gets on the base of your palms. Depending on the paper and if you have sinistrality, your palm smudges all the ink or carbon on the documents. Then your back gets stiff and your mind suddenly drifts off to someplace else. Then you realize you haven't been reading carefully on the files you got and then you need to start all over again- increasing your workload."

"…"

"Tsuna? Are you there?"

"…"

"Tsuna?"

A sniffle and a high pitched whinnying noise were heard from the phone as Renata tilted her head in confusion.

Tsuna spoke in the most grateful tone Renata's ever heard. "I-I'm sorry Renata. I-It's just that I've never had a person who related so much to me! Even Dino-san and Enma doesn't feel my pain! Not to mention Kikyo and the other guardians basically worship Byakuran so he lives such a carefree life! Xanxus is naturally destructive so I have to deal with it! Have you ever had your family and friends fight so much you had to stay locked up inside your office for a month just to pay for the property damages!? Even when that property belongs to you!?"

Renata silently listened as Tsuna ranted about his friends and family racking up a huge bill for him. Even though she had no idea who these people were, Renata had to bite down a laugh as she both sympathized with Tsuna but at the same time contemplated in teasing him.

Gasping for breath she heard Tsuna stop. "Ha…ha… S-Sorry! I was rambling again wasn't I…"

Renata giggled at this. "It's okay Tsuna. I find your stories very amusing. Shit talking comes with the friendship package."

Tsuna nervously laughed in agreement on the other side. "Haha… That's true. But I feel everyone will try and kill me if I ever said that in front of their faces."

"That's why you have me right? Anyways, this is the first time I've ever heard you saying your family and friend's names. You usually say 'my other friend' or 'my destructive family.' Never names."


Tsuna on the other side flinched for a moment noticing his slip-up. 'Reborn is going to kill me when he finds out.'

"Don't worry, he'll kill you regardless."

Tsuna hesitantly turned his neck behind him to see Reborn glaring overtly at him with Leon already morphed into gun.

Tsuna was in one of the numerous escape routes secretly located all over the Vongola mansion. Of course, thinking that no one would be able to find him at the most obviously place, he hid there. And no one did, but Tsuna shouldn't have been underestimating Reborn's on-the-go student radar.

The narrow almost medieval paths gave an even more imitating perspective on Reborn as the orange lights illuminated the outlines of his form. His fierce onyx eyes shot with a murderous glint and a deep, deep promise of pain.

Looking down at his student, Reborn cocked his gun. "Just what do you think you're doing Dame-Tsuna?"

Tsuna flinched at his tone as he held a tight grip on his phone. "I-I was just talking to a friend…"

"You abandoned your duties as the boss and tried escaping your responsibilities even with your previous punish- lessons not yet settled. If you wanted a harsher training regiment, you should've just asked."

"WHAT! No! Please Reborn! I promise I'll finish them, but please don't add anymore training, I still have sore muscles from the last time you punished me!"

Reborn swiped the phone off of Tsuna's trembling hands as he put it next to his ear. "Ciaossu Renata."

"Hello Reborn. I'm guessing you found Tsuna loitering? By the way, I heard everything, so I'm guessing he does this often?"

"Tsuna just looks forward to having some intimate time together with me. Anyways, he can't talk right now. He has some remedial lessons to attend to."

Reborn heard an agreeing hum on the other side. "Just don't hurt his face it's all he's got."

Slightly offended Tsuna pouted. "I heard that!"

"Shut up Dame-Tsuna," Reborn nonchalantly said, kicking Tsuna's forehead. Then he focused back to Renata. "I won't, his face is quite valuable to our company you know."

"Sure, sure. Sometimes I wonder what crazy business you guys are up to. Anyways, can I speak to Tsuna before you hang up on me?"

Tossing the phone out of his hands, Tsuna caught the flying device as Reborn walked off, giving them time to speak with each other in private. Although nothing is private once Reborn is involved.

Glaring at his Consigliere's retreating form, Tsuna held the phone up to his ear. "Hello? Renata are you there?"

"Tsuna I have a question."

"What would that be?"

"Are you masochist?"

Tsuna's cheeks flared. "Why would you think that!?"

"Well you spend intimate times with Reborn and your friends. And you sneak off despite knowing your limits and consequences."

"What!? No! Renata I-"

"Look I don't judge your sexual preferences and kinks but please refrain your partners from talking about it in public…and over the phone."

"Renata! Seriously I swear you're a second Reborn sometimes!" Heat rose up to his face as he stumbled on his words, yelling at her for such an…idea.

"Alright calm down little Tuna roll. I was joking…maybe. Anyways, I can feel Reborn's impatience over the phone. I'll text you if anything comes up okay? Arrivederci."

"Tuna roll? Wait Renata- …she hung up on me."

Appearing out of the shadows, a panel opened to reveal Reborn sipping coffee as he dubiously stared at his student. "Hurry up Dame-Tsuna. Do you want to be late for my lessons? Unless Renata's speculations were right and you are a masochist."

"R-Reborn! Please stop with this! Why can't-"

Tsuna was abruptly interrupted by Reborn firing a bullet, grazing his cheeks. "Shut up and hurry up. I let you talk with Renata and I won't allow you to waste anymore time."

Dragged off by Reborn (albeit after getting thoroughly punished) Tsuna thought of one thing but didn't say it to not further incite the wrath of Reborn.

'But it wasn't a waste of time….'


The world stopped for no one as the day went on with the dawn breaking and the night arisen. It was unfamiliarly colder and much more winder in Venice as the hanging posts of the local shops and restaurants violently shook in the wind. The light, swept by the wind, was replaced by the pitch black night of sin and drew the people in with the temptation of stars.

During this however, Renata was resolved to take the seed of her measure and plant them till fruition. Locking all the windows, she scanned her home one more time to check for any light or the sound of the tap dripping indicating the potential outcome of leading to pay extra electricity or water bills.

After she found none, she checked herself in the large vanity mirror one more time- after all for this mission the outer appearance was going to play a big factor. Earlier on the day, Renata had called her friends over to aid her in her façade to look like, in their words, a 'sexy vixen.' Looking at her reflection, Renata almost cringed at her semblance within the glass.

'I look like an expensive prostitute…' she thought glaring at herself.

Her eyelids were dark (for the first time not from overworking) fading away into a lustful beige colour- or as her friends would say; 'smoky.' To contrast with the colours and add more depth, midnight eyeliner was applied on the rim of her eyes, as her eyelashes were thick and overly voluminous.

Her usual white skin was caked with various types of comedic products Renata has never even heard of to give her a more bronzer skin yet stay true to her own colour. A faint blush dusted her cheeks a shade darker than her own. To contrast with her lighter face and blend with her eyes were her lips. The dark rouge shade on her lips added more lusciousness and a seductive charisma to her that would even incite the jealousy of Aphrodite herself.

Her normally business-casual blonde hair was now covering a quarter of her face giving her an appearance of a salacious temptress. All her hair was allowed to flow down past her bare shoulders in a river of silent waves.

Her strapless empire waist dress came up to her mid-thighs and had elegant yet captivating noir lace hemming rimming the edges of it. Renata honestly felt embarrassed wearing such a sinful piece of clothing. The only thing she liked about the revealing dress was the silk used for the fabric. The way it rubbed on her thighs felt exquisitely smooth and felt like the gentle whispers of the soft flower pedals dancing in the breeze.

Readjusting her tightly cut dress, she looked away from her second self, almost regretting her plans. Thinking back, she should've just decorated herself, and not put herself up as a doll to be taken care by her crazy (yet lovable) friends.

'I told them I wanted an elegant veneer not a Victorian prostitute. I can see my cleavage through this shit. And oh God, forgive me but they wouldn't let me wear pants,' Renata thought sighing in defeat.

She stared down at her ring given by the man, Simon. Feeling very disrespectful if she were to taint the item, she contemplated in leaving in her home. But something told her to never let it out of her sight. So she complied. She kept her ring on her finger and hoped for the best tonight.

Slipping on her fur laced long coat, she snatched her leather pouch- which her friends compromised for the free reigns on her cosmetic needs so Renata didn't have to carry that stupid dainty little purse. At least in this one, she can actually fit her belongs in there.

Latching her legs and feet into her Greek heels, she covered her head in the gracious warmth of her hood and left the house, locking the door behind her.


The wind rapidly blasted a rush of gales on the streets of Venice as Renata walked through the canals, weaving past the alleyways avoiding the wind as much as possible. With the light of day gone, it was time for the monsters of the night to party and howl. Thus, Renata was going to one of the most high-end night clubs in Venice reserved only for the elites, Peccaminoso Baccano.

But like one would expect Renata didn't specifically target the night club for its reputation as the most heated venue blessed by the succubus, but because she knew that Vincent Sirene was attending the site this very night.

Through her extensive research she found that he went into this club to scout potential members for The Black Banquet. However, Renata plan was not to get caught by him, but to be invited by him. She knew exactly what types of women these men liked; the illicit minks confident in their skills and assets yet submissive in sexual confrontations.

So her cover was to make her seem like a woman who is a hopeless romantic with skills befitting a company as famous as Il Picco di Sirene to gain the attraction of his beastly eyes. Yet she still needed that border so she wouldn't be taken advantage of, thus her shy element. With this personality karyotype, she would be able to reject his advances but still stay alluring in his lecherous mind.

After going into the busier streets, bumbling with tourists and locals, she found her way to a large black box building with neon lights and a crowd standing in front of it. The bouncers refused many people; even the ones who Renata thought were pretty high-ended despite their very sexually charged presence and clothing.

Renata didn't anticipate this however. Being a person who doesn't go to nightclubs often, she had no idea that getting into one was this hard. People were literally and metaphorically thrown out of the buildings as the line somehow grew longer and longer as each minute passed.

Sighing, she headed towards the back of the line until she was stopped by one the rich foreign men in the front of the line. Renata turned around and tilted her head wondering what she did to get attention of these people.

'Did I already get caught?' she thought digging her thumb into her index finger in silent frustration.

Renata approached them and gave them as natural a smile as she could. "Yes? May I help you?"

She had to contain herself when they caressed her shoulders and pulled her close to the group by her waist.

The fingers trickling down her sides, they grinned as they spoke in fluent Italian. "A charming night isn't it bella~ How about a beautiful woman like you spend some time with us? We're on the list so maybe you can pleasure us with your presence?"

'Well that solves my problem of getting in.' Renata opened her mouth and slightly covered it with her fingers in fake surprise. "Really? My I had no idea someone like me could've attracted the attention of such handsome men!"

"Of course~ Come on, let's go inside this club. Someone as beautiful as you shouldn't be waiting outside in the wind like this, wouldn't you say so sweet little belladonna~?"

These men were clearly younger than her probably in their teens. 'How vulgar. To think they use their money purely for their own benefit. Not even education!'

"Of course! Thank you so much! I'm quite honoured!"

Their lips stretched beyond their cheeks forming a sly grin. "Sure, I promise we'll have lots of fun~"

The man grabbed her hips and lead Renata inside the club. Like they said, the bouncers bowed to them in respect and the group went in without any difficulty. On the way, they managed to pick up many other beautiful women that managed to capture their eyes.


Inside the club was pitch black with the only source of light being the fluorescent lasers of the bar and the dance floor. The stench of sweat and musk masked by perfume and alcohol filled the venue; making the place stuffy and quite hard to easily breath. Loud music blared out of the enormous amplifiers sectioned all over the room as the DJ kept playing deep bass club music making Renata's skin tingle from the very vibration of the sound.

The club was packed with hundreds of people on the dance floor grinding against each other with the rhythm of the beats as they showed off their bodies proudly. On the other side were the bars stock full of various alcohols and mixologists preparing cocktails that swirled in colour in an enchanting and almost magical way.

Between these two places were the tables where people who were tired or wanted to rest sat and had a drink. But the booths were filled with sexually frustrated youths and adults trying to find their one night stand for the day.

Renata stared at the scene before her and had to contain her herself from just walking away from the place. Dragged by the waist by the rich men, they led her to a booth. The large round table was immediately filled with drinks and snacks as the group started to break off into pairs. The couch surrounding the table had cushions made of leather that was obviously much too expensive for Renata's liking.

Grabbing a flush red coloured cocktail, she pretended to take a sip from the glass. Now that she's got into the club, the best thing to do is get out of this group and find Vincent Sirene.

"Sweet, sweet bella, how do you like it?"

Renata snapped out of her thought when she heard the voice of the man who invited her (not to mention she also felt his hands slowly trickling lower and lower down her sides).

"Sorry, I wasn't listening, what did you say?" Renata replied smiling.

The man merely smiled and leaded closer to her face. "I said how do you like it here? I'm sure no other men has ever taken you to a place as good as this one~"

'Good? Is he insane?' "Ho~? That may be so. Thank you dear sir."

"No problem. A beautiful rose like you deserve much better."

Renata laughed as the conversation went on. But in reality she felt ungodly bored and disgusted with the lack of intellect in their conversations.

'I hope this night will end soon…'


In the Vongola mansion, a young don was wondering around the manor popping his stiff and tied limbs. Coming back from rehearsal for his coronation as the Vonolga Decimo, as well as signing paperwork in between, Tsuna tiredly sauntered to his room. Letting his flames fade, his Mantello di Vongola Primo disappeared with his sky flames.

Arriving at the eastern wing of the mansion, his heart started to feel lighter as he saw the entrance to his room. Happily walking towards it, Tsuna was suddenly interrupted by someone snatching his arm and running past his room.

He saw the door pass as he cried silent tears of agony and endless hell for whoever dared to disturb his date with his bed. He leered at the perpetrator and raised a brow when he saw Lambo of all people.

Stopping in his tracks, Lambo dragged Tsuna into his office as he fidgeted waiting for Tsuna to do something. Giving up to the inevitable conclusion that he were to listen to whatever is troubling the youngest member of his family, he sat down on the couch leading Lambo to sit across from him.

Still a tad drowsy from his schedule, he smiled at Lambo trying his best to stay awake. "What is it Lambo?"

Lambo scratched his head brushing his curly hair. "Tsuna give Lambo some money."

Tsuna blinked. "Excuse me? Lambo I'm sure we already gave you your allowance. Why would you-" Tsuna paused, his face shifting from concern to a deadpan. "Just how much money did you spend on desserts…"

"T-That's not important! Lambo-sama just needs money!"

Tsuna grabbed Lambo by tucking his hands under his arms and pulled him onto his lap. However Lambo refused to meet his eyes finding better company on the floor. "Lambo tell me the truth. Why do you need money? I don't mind giving you some but only for a valid reason. You need to learn how to manage your finances better."

The dejected look on Lambo's face made Tsuna's heart wither in guilt. Personally, Tsuna didn't want Lambo to act like an adult. Albeit it would give him an easier time handling him with one less destructive annoyance in his family, Tsuna also knew that the mafia took away Lambo's innocence at a young age. He wanted Lambo to cry, whine, and complain because he was a child. He wanted him to make mistakes so he can grow up to become a stronger person. Children were supposed to be hyperactive and careless. But still it didn't mean that he'll ever spoil Lambo senseless.

"But Lambo-sama needs it!"

"Yes, and I'm asking you why. Or at least tell me why you can't tell me."

"…Lambo" he paused and fumbled with his shirt, "wants to surprise his servant…"

Tsuna couldn't help but stretch his lips upwards knowing what Lambo wanted. Turning his body around on his lap, he faced him with an endearing smile.

'He wants to buy a present for I-pin. He's like Hayato with his girlfriend,' Tsuna thought, 'such a tsundere…'

A sweat drop forming on his forehead he revaluated his words. 'I really need to stop visiting Haru during her anime convention month.'

"So Lambo, why do you want to buy them something?"

"B-Because Lambo-sama is merciful! He is malevolent!"

Tsuna snorted as he caught Lambo trying to use 'big words.' "Lambo it's benevolent. Malevolent means evil, are you calling yourself evil?" 'Although sometimes you are…'

"H-How is Lambo suppose to remember all of that!? Dame-Tsuna is being mean to Lambo!"

'When he's embarrassed he reverts back to my old nickname,' Tsuna sighed, ''can't really break his habit can I?

"Remember that movie you saw during the movie marathon last month you watched with the girls?"

"The Disney movie marathon?"

"Yes, do you remember the movie Sleeping Beauty? And do you remember the villain of that movie?"

"Mal-Malficant?"

"Well you generally got it right but it's Maleficent. So think of malevolent as evil because Maleficent was evil."

"Because they sound similar right!" Lambo's eyes sparkled as if he found the secrets to the universe. In return Tsuna smiled petting his head.


Lambo pouted at the gesture but on the inside, he felt blissful. A couple hours ago, he was just doing his usual. Eating grape candy and trying to find Reborn to kill him (it's not like he wanted to but it was just a refluxed condition now). He was watching one of those new shounen anime that Haru introduced him to and in the mid season finale, there was a scene where the main protagonist left his friends resulting in the whole group splitting apart.

Lambo watching this scene saw the episodes pass and how distant they got to each other. Perhaps it was the dark and windy night affecting him but suddenly he thought back on his life. Lambo himself knew that he was a child (the best one in fact, according to him) but he wasn't an idiot. Despite his tendencies to annoy the crap out of everyone around him, he knew when too far was too far.

Born and raised in the mafia, even his family didn't want him. That fact he learned from a young age. Five years have been a tough one for Lambo seeing as those were the years where he finally came out of that naïve child shell he built up as an unconscious defense against the harsh realities of the world.

Honestly the only thing that prevented him from turning into every one of those soulless mafia children was because of the kind and strong Vongola Don, Sawada Tsunayoshi. Despite his protests and embarrassment (no doubt inherited by Gokudera) against any forms of affection, he deeply cared for his new and true family. Tsuna gave Lambo a home, a place to belong, and a loving family despite all their flaws, he knew they were inseparable.

From the moment he left Italy and his family to assassinate Reborn for his famiglia's pride, Tsuna invited him in. He was the older brother-father figure he had never received. Along with his Sky, he met his older brother figure Hayato Gokudera (though he'll never admit to it). The Storm and the Thunder were such opposing forces yet at times of need, they were the strongest pair.

But as of now, the family was so separated. Don't get him wrong, no body hated each other perhaps except for Hibari and Mukuro… and the constant aggravated battles… and maybe Reborn…

Regardless, the point was that the family never had time for each other. No more times of just joking around and having fun. Everyone was off on a mission while their Sky was preoccupied with the mafia.

His family was finally facing the truth of the underground world. It wasn't all fun and games anymore. And that scared Lambo to death. So perhaps that's why he refused to use the ten year bazooka as much as his past selves. He was afraid to jump into a future where his family changed so far that they've become like the rest of the mafia. Just like his old family. Uncaring and unforgiving.

But nevertheless he was a child. He eventually returned his mind to the screen playing his entertainment so he could escape the uncertainty of his reality. Going back to his regular programming, the episode ended as the credits rolled. Waiting until the preview, he unwrapped his grape candy packet he spent all his allowance for and popped it into his mouth.

When the ending finally ended, he saw that the next episode was a Valentine's episode being centered on the hero and his lover. Turning off the television, he thought about how these stupid filler episodes took up a week of his enjoyment. But then that reminded him of something.

Looking at his phone, he saw that it was almost Valentine's Day. Usually something as trivial as love wouldn't get in the way but he thought about I-pin. Unknowingly the blush rising up to his cheeks, he remembered the time he graciously shared his chocolates last Valentines Day. He remembered the regret of his lost chocolates but the feeling was immediately replaced by the uneasy beating of his chest when he saw I-pin's smile.

Still in slight denial of liking the girl, he had to admit that his childhood friend had gotten much more beautiful through the years. So thinking that he could buy something a bit more special this year, he set out to buy some expensive Valentine's chocolates. Although there was that one problem: money.

Lambo checked every inch of his disoriented room. From underneath his bed to his secret candy compartments, he saw that he used all his savings for his grape candies imported from Namimori (it reminded of his true home which reminded him of Nana his true mother).

Knowing that Gokudera was out with his significant other tonight, he tried to sneak into his room for money. Unfortunately for Lambo, being the loyal Storm Gokudera was, he cancelled his date with his lover to finish his duties as the right-hand man of the Vongola boss. Thus he was caught and thrown out of the room by his temperamental brother.

He resorted to going around the manor and asking each of the guardians for money (except of course Hibari and Mukuro) but every one of them were busy for the preparations for Tsuna's coronation and couldn't spare even a glance at Lambo.

Feeling dejected as his heart broke a bit more and more, he resorted to force. He saw Tsuna sauntering over to his room so using all his strength; he snatched his arm and headed towards his office. It really wasn't that hard, the man weighed less than Hibird for crying out loud.


Even if it was something as insignificant as the exchanging of words, to Lambo and Tsuna, this little moment of bonding meant the world to them.

Tsuna stopped patting his curly hair and smiled. "Alright I'll lend you some money-"

Lambo's smile reached from ear to ear. "Really!?"

"-but I have to accompany you. We'll go out tomorrow afternoon all right?"

Caught in the excitement, Lambo forgot his previous embarrassment with the prospects of spending some quality time with Tsuna. Lambo nodded vigorously as he jumped off of Tsuna's lap and left the room already mumbling something about a 'wish list.'


Tsuna sighed whole-heartily thinking what he just promised Lambo. No doubt, the talk about finances would be useless tomorrow.

"Do you think I'll just let you go like that?"

Tsuna jumped at Reborn's sudden appearance and placed a hand over his beating heart. "R-Reborn! Please don't scare me like that… I swear I'll die by getting a heart attack from you."

Reborn flicked Tsuna's forehead harshly as he leaned his body against his large office desk. "Dame-Tsuna what were you thinking? Do you think I'll let you abandon your duties as boss just for that annoying brat?"

'At least he acknowledged his presence this time…' "Reborn, I want to spend some time with my family before it's too late. Besides, I'm helping in his love life where ever he wishes to lead it."

'And yet you are hopeless in yours…' Reborn thought pulling his fedora down, "even when I dragged you from the Vongola escape routes from calling Renata earlier, you still want more punishments for yourself?"

Tsuna's eyes pooled orange like the warm outlier sky contrasted from the night outside. "I'm willing to sacrifice anything for my family and friends Reborn. If I had the chance I'd like to spend more time with all of you. That time I spent with you at the café was a moment I still hold dear to my heart. No matter what they do to me, I'll always be there for them. I'll make sure to be the Sky to give them space to roam."

During his student's little speech, Reborn smirked under his fedora. 'Spoken like a true Sky.'

He quickly wiped his proud smile off and replaced it with a leer. "So? You think you can handle every one of my punishments? I have an endless supply of lessons to teach you before you think you have any authority to talk back to me."

Pulling his fedora back down Reborn turned his heels and headed towards the door. Tsuna slightly flinched as his irises reverted back to his chocolate ones. Reaching a pleading hand, he shed silent tears. "Please be r-reasonable Reborn… I really want to go. Please…"

Without turning back (like the badass he was) he continued walking but Tsuna with his ears caught the words Reborn quietly left.

Tsuna beamed as he rushed towards his desk and stretched. He called the butlers for all his work scheduled for tomorrow and the ones he has yet to do. About five minutes later, several men came in holding mile high stacks of paper. Tsuna twitched at the white tower but prepared for his battle. Holding his quill in one hand, Tsuna started to sign the documents.

"When you fulfill your duties as a boss first, the Sky will unite without intervention."

Tsuna was in for a long night…


Through the blaring music and heated contact of their partner's skins, a private conversation was held in the VIP bar.

A man with flowing auburn hair lustfully gazed into Renata's form with his tawny eyes. "My, my, such a young lovely rose like you unemployed? Truly a decimate on the world."

Renata smiled and let out a laugh. "Thank you Vincent. However like I said, I quit my previous job because of my ex-husband."

Vincent Sirene took Renata's hands as he kissed her bare nails. "And a true loss for that company and horrible man. I'm sure they don't know talent and beauty when they see it."

Renata continued the frivolous conversation trying to lead it on the path she marked. A few hours previous, she escaped the filthy and lecherous hands of the foreign adolescent on the dance floor and bumped into none other than Vincent Sirene.

Thanking God for this coincidence, she immediately caught the interests of Vincent like a fly caught in the window's web. They talked for a bit as he led her to a private room. He was a tad more intelligent with his manner of speech than the other people of the club however not by much. He still used the devil's charisma in attempts to court her- though it didn't work on Renata.

The private bar only had one mixologist and the interior design was much classier compared to the outside. There were only a number of booths and tables as Renata recognized some notable celebrities. The music here was live with jazz and classical melodies as the lighting dimmed setting a classy yet erotic mood (Renata just thought the band had talent).

Using her charms and tips she was advised from her friends, Vincent was slowly getting closer to Renata.


The tips being:

How to Attract the Lecherous Beasts in the Clubs

1.Be confident! Shyness is only attractive in certain situations! So flaunt your stuff girl! You have a great bod! Fucking show it!

2.Act coy. A hunter goes for a prey but a true master goes for the catch. You don't want the chase to be easy! Give them something to chase!

3.Play the game. Spin his words and use them against him! Or else you'll be swept up by HIM. Remember never let anyone control YOU!

4.Be dominant to show that you can control yourself but sometimes show a bit of insecurity to rub his man-ego. Trust me; guys like these have their stupid man-pride. Even if it really amounts to nothing.

5.Only show submissiveness when he has taken a liking to you but act super shy-confident when you're rejecting him! You want him to take your bait but not reel you into his waters.

6.Remember to seem like a completely harmless prey in his eyes. You need to trick the beast with some meat if you want your dinner!

7.Don't ever let your guard down. Don't take drinks from him even if you see the mixologists make it. Asshats like these always have an in with the bartenders.

8.Have the aura of a queen. Make yourself desirable yet untouchable.


Renata smiled at Vincent's advances as she started to lead the conversation with the aura of a dignified queen. For now her story was that she used to work as a secretary within a small company in a secluded region in Northern Italy. Her boss was her ex-husband until she found out that he was being unfaithful with one of their co-workers.

This story served two purposes one was to introduce Vincent about Renata's alias, Assunta Crespo and about her life. Namely, 'she' had no one to rely on and was desperate enough to come to a nightclub to escape reality showing that she was dependent. Yet still showing her independence was her job as a secretary. This not only introduced herself, but also her worth. Now all Renata had to do was let the pieces fall into right spots.


The music blared as the eardrums of the people of the club ringed. Weaving through the crowd, two special individuals made their way to the VIP section.

"Ne, ne Enma-kun~"

Enma turned towards his friend (?) and ally Byakuran Gesso. "Yes?"

Enma was still quite wary of Byakuran (who wouldn't?) but he still trusted him enough to have an alliance between their families. At first, he agreed to set plans for Byakuran only because of his best friend, Tsuna. But five years passed and Byakuran managed to gain his trust.

Though the loud bass, Byakuran was still audible. "Let's go to the VIP section~ It's too stuffy here. Besides, they don't serve anything marshmallow in this side."

Enma nodded. Even five years later he was still quite shy and reserved. Although not as much before, he still preferred to stay by his friends rather than crowds of strangers.

Going into the VIP section of the Peccaminoso Baccano, they got pass the bouncers easily with their authority. This section was private and not even known to that many people. Only the elites were able to get in such as celebrities, musicians, CEOs, and (secretly) mafia bosses.

Picking a booth, they sat across from each other as the mixologist immediately noticed one the club's regulars Byakuran. Serving him a marshmallow cake and a gin infused fruity cocktail, he left with a polite bow.

Happily eating his cake, Byakuran glanced at Enma who only ordered a glass of red wine. "Ne~ Enma-kun~"

Putting his glass down, Enma raised a brow. "Yes?"

"Don't you think that lady is really pretty~?"

Following Byakuran's finger, it trailed to a blonde girl sitting in the bar and a familiar man flirting with her. Instead of focusing on the woman, he focused more on where he had seen that man before. "Byakuran isn't that Vincent Sirene? What's he doing all the way out here?"

Byakuran popped another spoonful of cream and sponge cake into his mouth. "Hmm~ Good eye Enma-kun. I heard he comes here every month or so. Dunno I never paid any attention to a mere fly."

Enma chuckled nervously at Byakuran's terminology. "I heard he was invited to Tsuna's coronation that's coming up soon because of the generational alliance."

"Well I really don't care much about that~ Anyways, Enma-kun? Why did you wear something so informal to a club? You know we weren't going to dance with the commoners."

Enma looked down at his clothing. His once nicely pressed suit was fraying and slightly ripped because of that vicious dog (a corgi pup) from earlier. "Looks like my unluckiness followed me even after all these years."

Playfully ignoring Enma, he stared at the girl. "Enma-kun. This is your first time in a nightclub right?"

"Yes it is. W-Why do ask?" Enma suddenly felt a chill down his spine as Byakuran grinned.

"That pretty lady over there~ I think she's your type~ Nice figure and a mysterious aura. I'm sure she's not one of those one night stand types. Perfect for you~"

Heat blazing across his cheeks, he silently yelled into his glass. "Byakuran! S-She already has a date!"

Playfully smirking, Byakuran laughed. "I don't see any."

"Yes she does. Can you not see Vincent-" Turning his head, he saw that the woman was now alone readying to leave with Vincent nowhere in sight.

"Chance~! GO for it Enma-kun!"

"What!?"

"Meanwhile, I'll be going to the bakery on the other side of the street~ The cake here isn't bad but nothing beats freshly baked marshmallow pastries! Bye~"

Before Enma could stop him, Byakuran already left giggling, hands in his pocket. Wondering on his choice of friends, he decided to leave. Enma didn't really want to come here anyways it was mostly because of Byakuran dragging him here (somehow right under Adelheid's nose).

Getting out of the VIP section, he was relieved to go back to his family and friends instead of being surrounded by loud music and strangers. Of course that relief only lasted about a minute before it came crumbling down.


Renata smiled as she left the club holding a brown package containing information in her hands. She finally got an invitation from Vincent. Well, an invitation to be his secretary. After a night of fishing, she could tell that Vincent was annoyed yet intrigued that she didn't go with him willingly despite his wealth and status. So he offered her a job as his secretary.

Happily agreeing to his offer, Renata was satisfied with her night finally being able to go home fulfilling all her objectives. Keeping her bag secured, she weaved through the large crowd of people trying to go inside the club.

Heading home, she an enormous grin plastered on her face. However something in her mind weighed her to the opposite direction almost as if literal weights were dragging her. Following her intuition, she was surprised to find a red-haired (actual red not auburn or orange) man with multiple bandages covering his skin and a torn suit being chased by what seemed to be a corgi puppy.

Observing his frightened face as he was slowly backed up into a corner, Renata got worried. 'Is he allergic to dogs?'

Running towards him, the puppy got frightened by the sudden appearance and ran off. Helping the man off the floor, she smiled at him. "Are you okay?"

"Y-Yes thank you…" He answered quietly. Renata got a better look at him as the moonlight illuminated his face. He had weird yet beautiful red eyes with diamond-like symbols on them. Judging from his stature he was probably no more than twenty.

Trusting her intuition, Renata smiled. "My name is Renata. What's yours?"

Still focused on his injuries, he followed common courtesy. "E-Enma. You didn't need to help me you know."

"I guess so. But if one does not take action how would anything change? By the way are you allergic to dogs?"

"No… why do you ask?"

"Well considering you were running away from an extra extra small pup that was able to corner you, I merely assumed."

Embarrassment taking over his wariness, Enma dug his face into his jacket. "W-Well… I just have bad luck."

"Placebo."

Enma frowned. "Excuse me?"

"Placebo. Stop thinking you have such bad luck. Also, the reason why that dog was chasing you was probably because it liked you. You have an introverted yet very friendly aura. I mean you are as adorable as that dog."

Enma froze at her compliment. Never had he been called adorable by a woman unless it was in a condescending or sarcastic tone. He started to stumble on his words as he took a glance at Renata.

His eyes widened as he recognized her from the club. "Y-You are…"

Renata's undercover side went off as her heart beat jumped through her throat. 'Shit. Shit. Is he one of Vincent's? Why did I tell him my real name!?' "Do you know me?"

"I saw you at the club… My friend thought you were very beautiful."

Realizing what he said, Enma blushed looking away. Seeing such a submissive act, Renata's sadistic side urged her to tease him. Ignoring her worser half, she smiled as she took out a small medical kit from her bag.

"Please send my thanks to your friend. Anyways let's get you patched up. Tell me what happened to you. I'm sure all these injuries didn't happen because of that dog."

Enma's pride as man slowly chipped away as she said exactly what happened. When he was leaving the club, that malevolent dog was waiting to jump him. And through a series of trips and falls, scratches formed without his knowing.

Trying to ignore the pleasant shuddering with her nimble fingers dancing across his injuries, he stuttered quietly. "T-Thank you. You're r-really good at this…"

She gave him a confused look. "I'm merely applying first aid on a small wound, not performing a heart transplant."

After a minute or so of bandaging Enma, she organized her small med kit and handed to Enma. "Well I need to go. If your injuries get infected please go see a doctor. If not please go straight back home. I'm quite worried that you may injure yourself by another wild dog around these parts."


Before Enma could answer, Renata turned her heels and left with the wind. Staring dumbfounded at her leaving form, Enma's heart nearly stopped when a body held him from behind.

"Enma-kun~! You finally talked to that lady! I knew you could do it~"

"B-Byakuran what are you-?"

Munching on his marshmallow pastries, he leaned his chest against Enma's back. "And you got a present too~ You sure work fast Enma-kun~"

"B-Byakuran! It's not like that!"

"So did you get to first base yet?"

"Byakuran!"

"Haha! Let's go home I'm bored~"

Sighing in defeat, Enma followed closely behind Byakuran seriously reconsidering his choices in friends.


*Used Google Translate for the Italian, I apologize if any of it is wrong*

Translations:

Bella/Belladonna- A way to call someone beautiful in French; fair lady

Neo Lucifero- New Lucifer

Peccaminoso Baccano- Sinful Row


Thank you all for supporting thus far! Please leave a review of anything you would like to say about this.

Please check out my tumblr! (^ㅅ^)/