A.N. at bottom~

It had been a hard battle.

Prides had been stepped on (Rentaro and Skull), tempers were lost (Colonnello and Lal Mirch), and snacks thrown (surprisingly Verde and seriously where the hell is he getting these things-?!), but Harry had persevered.

Through trials unmentioned and evil's untold (Fong and Viper, the traitors, especially you Fong) Harry approached the Goblin- wait, no.

The fight (finally) ended when Harry got help from an unusual source.

The Animals.

At some point during the resulting chaos, the door to the hallway had been left open. Curious at the sounds of their masters' agitation, the Elements animal counterparts had decided to investigate.

They were not pleased at what they found.

Colonnello, Skull, and Lal Mirch, who had all tried to corner Rentaro, were tangled in an ungraceful heap; Verde gleefully pelting the immobilized Cloud with caramel covered popcorn. Fong and Viper were almost successful in separating their Sky from his Sun, and were now dealing with the consequences (a.k.a. extremely long nails and hair). And Rentaro…

Rentaro had poor Hadrian pinned to a wall and seemed to be trying to convince the young Sky into marriage. And if the movement of his arm meant what Leon thought it did….

Well, Leon thought exasperated, he already knew his master was a stubborn one.

"What the-? Leon!" Rentaro shouted, jumping from the wall to dodge the baseball bat his irritated partner had turned into.

Leon gave his owner an unimpressed glare.

Climbing the red faced teen, Leon casually changed into a scarf that began to purr as soon as it was around the young Sky's neck.

Harry was too relieved to feel anything other than gratefulness towards the shape shifting chameleon around his neck.

"Leon, huh?" Harry asked the scarf quietly, voice a little breathy. The scarf purred louder. Harry gave it a small smile. "Thanks for the rescue."

Taking a moment to center himself (were Guardians supposed to be like this?!), Harry decided to take inventory. Two Rains, a Cloud, a Lightning, a Storm, a Mist, and a…Sun. All accounted for, and (mostly) unharmed.

Good.

That was…good.

Harry turned an icy gaze to his Sun.

"I said no." He reiterated. "I am not getting married. To anyone." Harry added, noticing the smug looks the other Elements were sending the shadowed Sun. Harry would be lying if he claimed not to revel in the disappointment that spread shortly after (and if he was the smallest bit amused, well, they didn't need to know).

"Now, how about you introduce me to these lovely creatures?" Harry asked, watching the other animals curiously. They all reeked of Flames. That only happened after years of exposure and formed something akin to a Familiar Bond.

These weren't just pets. They were partners.

"Kieman." Verde started, tossing the lazy reptile popcorn. Harry nodded to the alligator calmly. He had faced a Basilisk at twelve. A lizard, even of Keiman's size, wouldn't scare him. The reptile in question blinked lazily back.

"This is Falco, kora!" Colonnello announced, pride shining on his face. The hawk nibbled the blonde's hair affectionately.

Harry laughed lightly.

"Nice to meet you Falco." The bird gave Harry a curious look before flying closer. Harry automatically stuck his arm out, to used to Hedwig doing the same. The bird landed lightly and studied Harry intently. Harry stared back.

Finally, the bird gave a coo.

Harry grinned softly and began rubbing the hawk's chest. "Very nice." He muttered.

"You've met Oodako!" Skull yelled, all but throwing the poor octopus at Harry.

Giving an indignant screech, Falco returned to her partner. Harry took a moment to appreciate the truly spectacular dirty look the hawk sent. It was almost Snape worthy. Expertly ignoring the pained twinge in his chest, he examined the clinging octopus.

The wide, startled eyes immediately endeared him to Harry.

"You alright there?" Harry asked, hesitantly petting (?) a tentacle only for Oodako to cling harder. Harry suppressed a wince. "Okay then. Skull? Please don't throw Oodako, he doesn't seem to like it." Harry asked as politely as he could with a large octopus wrapped around him.

"Hahaha, yeah. The Great Skull forgot." Skull replied sheepishly, sending an apologetic smile to Oodako. Oodako sniffed (he had a nose?!) but slowly released Harry, much to everyone's relief. Taking slightly deeper breathes, Harry turned to his Mist, already pulling out his wallet.

"Fantasma." Viper answered, pocketing the money. Harry continued to stare expectantly.

Seeming to sigh, Viper reached into his cowl and pulled out a small black frog. Smiling, Harry and held out an tentative hand.

"He is poisonous." Viper warned causing Harry to smile reassuringly.

"No charge?" He teased lightly. Viper humph-ed and looked away. "Don't worry." Harry continued. "I'm immune to poisons." Viper's shoulder's lost a small amount of tension, which Harry respectfully ignored.

"Hello Fantasma." Harry said softly to the amphibian. The frog croaked once, before returning to his owner.

Harry let him go easily, Fantasma would take some time to warm up, just like his counterpart. Harry accepted that.

"This is Lichi. She has been with me for a long time." Fong introduced, gesturing lightly to the monkey on his shoulder. Harry gave a small bow, not surprised in the least when Lichi bowed back.

Rentaro had yet to stop glaring at the Leon scarf around Harry's neck. Shrugging Harry turned to Lal Mirch.

"I don't have a pet." She said shortly. Harry nodded simply, before hesitating.

"Do you want one?" He asked. Lal Mirch considered it a moment before shaking her head firmly.

"Negative." She announced, offering no explanation. Harry merely nodded again. It was her choice.

"I'll have to introduce Hedwig to you all." Harry said smiling at his Guardians and their companions. A few curious looks went around, but no one said anything. "So, dinner?" Harry asked.

Harry hated politics.

He hated the Rules and Regulations that Ministry Assembles called for. He hated the stiff addresses and formal wording. He hated how everything, from the fork you used to the depth of nod you gave could make or break alliances. And right now, Harry hated seat placement.

Warily watching his new Guardians, Harry hesitated in picking a seat. Not because he couldn't decide where to sit, but rather, who would sit next to him.

Harry wasn't an idiot, he knew that his Flame made him the 'Boss'. Checkers made sure he understood the Mafia before he even knew how to properly ignite his Flames (and that had almost been a deal breaker). If Harry were honest, he had no interest in the Mafia. At all.

If he had had any other Flame than Sky, he would have ignored it completely. Screw benefits. The Mafia was a dangerous and corrupt place. It was like being in the Ministry surrounded by hidden Death Eaters.

Politics and fighting. The two things Harry hated most combined. Goodie.

So, no. Harry was not ignorant to the seating arrangements and what they could mean, which was why he now had to make a choice.

Who would sit at his right, and who would sit at his left?

The Right was difficult yes, but choosing the Left is what really concerned Harry.

The Right would be his Hand. The one who took charge when he wasn't there and guided the others through his absence. It was a prized seat, a very visible one.

Which is why it was the Left that was the real power.

Where the Right Hand was watched and judged and considered a reflection of the Boss, the Left was everything else. It was the assassin in the night. The spy in disguise. The traitor in the wings. There was a reason the Left was also called the Shadow.

So, who to pick?

"Skull?" Harry asked, pained but resolute. Because if there was anyone who would never be considered a Boss' Shadow, it was Skull.

And for good reason.

As he was now, Skull had the absolute least ability of all those gathered. He knew nothing of Flames or Mafia, and was so civilian it wasn't a surprise W in the Mafia had noticed him despite having the World's Strongest Cloud Flame.

"Would you please sit to my Left?" The question tasted like ashes in his mouth, but he uttered them anyway. Right now, Skull was the worst choice for Left.

But only right now.

Because Harry had seen the potential. He had seen it almost as soon as he met the hot headed teen and seen the real reason behind his explosive temper. He hadn't been mad about lack of recognition towards himself, but towards Oodako.

He had then immediately used the anger to his benefit, admittedly by trying to get free food out of it. Juvenile, but not everyone could think so clearly while emotionally compromised. If he had been at all.

Sure, Rentaro or Fong, even Viper, already had the skill set, but they were too known. They were too obvious and open. They already had targets on their backs (and all of Harry itched to remove those targets. To tear and rend any danger that dared to approach his Elements.), it would be suicidal to add any more.

Harry could all but see the same thought process flow through the others' minds as they, one by one, accepted their Sky's decision, and looked to their fellow Guardian for his answer.

Skull didn't hesitate. (and if that broke a piece of Harry's heart, only he would know)

"Of course! The Great Skull will grace you with his presence!" Skull yelled exuberantly, but not before everyone saw the edge of solemnity in his deep purple eyes. Skull may not have fully understood the importance of what he had agreed, but he could read an atmosphere as only a performer could.

Harry nodded tightly, unable to send a smile to his Cloud. He wouldn't regret his choice, Harry was sure of that, but that didn't mean he couldn't mourn it.

"Thank you." Harry said, his own eyes showing the apology he would never say. Skull's small smile told Harry he understood enough.

"Verde? Could you please sit to the Left of Skull?" Harry asked, more firmly than before. He had to make the best choice for everyone, but that didn't mean he had to leave Skull to flounder.

Verde would make an excellent teacher, Harry was sure. After all, there was a reason Verde was known as a renowned scientist rather than a Flame user.

Harry smiled at the look of pleased surprise on his Lightning's face. Honestly, it was like they thought the sudden understanding only went one way.

Harry took a moment of consideration. "Viper, would you please sit to my Right?" Harry asked, but this time there was protest.

"Viper? Why would you choose the Mist?" Colonnello demanded, eyeing said Guardian distrustful. Harry frowned at that.

"Why wouldn't I choose Viper?" Harry questioned, voice colored with disapproval. Colonnello didn't seem to notice as he trampled on.

"He's a Mist. You can't trust Mists. They're too fickle and- and untrustworthy." He continued, oblivious to the growing tension in the room.

"Oh?" Harry remarked, staring his Rain in the eyes. "And, as a Rain, you are clearly a non-combative with more tact then all of us combined? You're a peace maker? A team player? You're definitely not someone to disobey orders or follow your superior without their knowledge." He finished, voice progressively colder and more cutting, eyes hard as the emeralds green was slowly over taken by a burning orange.

"After all," He claimed softly. "you are a Rain, right?" Colonnello looked away.

Harry turned to the others, orange eyes blazing. "You will leave any and all prejudice at the doors. I have neither the patience nor the inclination to deal with such blatant stupidity. You are all my Guardians, and you will stand by each other if not more, than as much, as you would me. Do you understand?"

At the scattered nods, Harry let his eyes soften, though there glow was far from faded. "I understand that some of you have had...experiences that have led to these ideas. I'm not asking you to disregard that." Harry stressed, making eye contact with each of his Guardians individually. "What I am asking, is that you trust me and the people who are as Bound to me as you are."

Harry turned to Colonnello, making sure he kept eye contact, he continued. "Viper wouldn't betray me any more than you would." The Rain Guardian stared for a long moment, before finally nodding, albeit reluctantly.

"Viper is the best choice for Right Hand." Harry announced. "He is neither attached to any other groups nor is he preceded by his reputation." Harry said, giving meaningful looks to Rentaro, Fong, and Lal Mirch.

"So," Harry said, voice back to its usual levity. "Viper, would you do me the honor of sitting to my Right?" Harry asked, eyes turned to his Mist expectantly.

"I am not a last choice." Viper responded, coldly.

Harry felt his eyes widened.

"What? No, of course you're not!" Harry all but shouted, genuinely surprised at his Mist's assumption. "I didn't choose you only for those reasons. If I had, Verde or Skull would have been as reasonable for my Right hand." Harry explained. "I chose you specifically because I want you as my representative."

"Why?" Viper asked, voice only slightly less glacial.

"Because you're my Mist." Harry explained, confused. "I know I can trust you to take care of the others when I'm gone. Your combined abilities and temperament make you the best choice." Harry reasoned.

And it did. Mists had the ability Construction. It was the closest to Magic as any of the Flames came, and Harry, as much as he wished he didn't, knew that magical threats were just as likely as Mafia ones.

He needed his Elements prepared, and their best fighter in any magical disputes would be Viper. The Mist had also proved to have the most even temper after Fong, which was saying something. Harry himself, didn't prescribe to the stereotype personalities, but even he would have said Fong was a Rain before Storm.

Viper watched his Sky carefully.

"Mou, it will cost you." Viper finally relented (and Harry couldn't help but feel amusement at Rentaro and Colonnello's looks of indignation). Harry smiled serenely.

"I'll send you Draco."

Viper's returning smile was nothing short of terrifying.

"That's a terrible idea." Harry declared, much to the disappointment of his Guardians.

"And why is that?" Checkers asked patiently. Harry glared at his masked mentor.

"Because, despite the tendency to burst into Flames, they are still Muggles." Harry argued, a little dryly.

Rentaro narrowed his eyes. "And what does being 'muggle' have to do with anything?"

Harry rolled his eyes, "It has to do with me already breaking the Stature of Secrecy just by telling you of Magic's existence. Merlin knows I don't need to give the vultures at the Ministry any more ammo against me." Fong frowned.

"Is it truly so bad?" He asked, concerned. Harry considered the question.

"Yes and no." He answered contemplatively. "On one hand, I have an excellent reputation and the public on my side, on the other, I have an excellent reputation with the public on my side."

Fong's eyes widened in understanding. "The authorities feel threatened."

Harry grimaced in confirmation.

"Unfortunately. And since it is against our laws to tell those without Magic about magic…"

"First rule of fight club…" Skull muttered.

Harry sent a confused look to his Cloud.

"What, Skull?" But Skull only waved him off.

"If it's against the law, how can you be telling us?" Skull asked instead, earning a few surprised looks (Rentaro and Colonnello).

"Because we're Bonded. If they were to look at a Family tapestry, the Bond would force the Magic to acknowledge you. Though how I am unsure." At this Harry frowned, considering.

Skull tilted his head, "Then doesn't that mean we aren't Muggles?"

"No, you still are, relation to a Magic person doesn't change the fact that you yourself aren't magic. Otherwise Muggleborns and Squibs wouldn't exist. Rather, it allows the Muggle parents of an underage Witch or Wizard to enter the Magic world." Harry explained.

Rentaro's eyes flashed.

"Well then, what's stopping us?" Rentaro purred. Harry eyed his Sun warily.

"Like I said, you guys are still considered muggles and-"

"Ah," Rentaro interrupted. "but you also said that muggle parents could accompany underage witches and wizards. Therefore…" Rentaro stopped a leading silence.

"Therefore as Guardians, we have every right to escort our young Hadrian to the Magic world." Fong said in realization.

Harry felt his eyes widen.

"Oh no, no no no no no-"

"What an excellent proposal." Checkers approved almost gleefully.

"But-" Harry started.

"It would be technically within the Laws bounds." Verde said consideringly.

"That wouldn't-" Harry tried.

"We are in all truth his Guardians, so that wouldn't be an issue." Colonnello agreed.

Harry sent a pleading look to his newly made Right hand.

"Mou, Draco is in the magical world, isn't he?" Viper reminded Harry. Harry shot his Mist a betrayed look, only to be met by an unrepentant smirk. Harry felt a shiver of premonition down his spine. Maybe promising to introduce the two hadn't been his greatest idea….

"Skull?" Harry beseeched. Purple eyes met glistening green.

"Um, guys, maybe we shouldn't-" Suddenly Skull shivered. "-continue to disagree and just go!" He finished nervously. Harry turned accusing eyes on the suddenly humming pair of Rain and Sun Guardians.

I'm surrounded by traitors Harry thought forlornly.

"Fine." He ground out. "Since everyone has made their opinions so clear. But if I have to go to one more trial on inflated charges…" He let the threat sit. These people were (mostly) Mafia, their imagination could fill the empty space nicely.

The pale faces were a beautiful confirmation. Feeling more vindictive then was probably conductive, Harry smiled.

"And I know just how were going to get there."

"Never again." Skull croaked out to the consensus of the rest. Harry managed a smile.

"You asked for more magic." Harry reminded. Skull shot his Sky a dirty look.

"The Great Skull wasn't expecting a teleporting shoe." Skull spat out, glaring at said offending object. Harry swallowed the laugh bubbling up his throat as the others shot similar looks at the boot. He didn't think they'd appreciate it.

"It's called a Portkey. It's actually a fairly popular way of travel, though most choose to Apparate." Harry said conversationally, enjoying the disgusted looks sent his way.

"What's Apparate?" Fong asked, an edge of dread in his voice.

"Apparition is basically teleporting. Depending on the user's ability, the distance one can cover changes. However, regardless of power, if the user doesn't already know where they are going, they cannot successfully apparate. It actually feels worse than Portkey-ing." Harry lectured before giving a small, sly smile. "I'll be getting my license soon."

And there went the little color remained.

"Are you quite done?" A familiar drawl questioned, humor evident. Harry twisted around.

"Draco! I didn't see you there." Harry confessed, rubbing the back of his head. Draco smirked.

"You're losing your touch." He announced. Harry's own smile took on a more feral edge.

"Oh, I don't know. Care for a duel?" Harry purred back. Harry didn't like fighting, that much was true. But a…playful bout with a friend…

Draco grimaced. "Apologies, but I'm not suicidal."

"Scared, Malfoy?" Harry teased, echoing a past conversation.

Draco narrowed his eyes.

"Of you? Never. Of your ridiculous stamina? Still no, but I do have a healthy respect." Draco claimed almost playfully. Harry laughed.

"You never complained before." And Draco hadn't. Whenever they fought, it was always the first thing Draco commented on, 'You're lucky you have that stamina, Potter, or they would have wiped the floor with you', 'It's a good thing you have a monstrous stamina, Potter, or that spell never would have worked.'. Suffice to say, Draco had never complained before.

"It was useful then." Draco dismissed. Harry sent him one last smirk before turning to his Guardians.

"Draco, these are my Guardians: Rentaro, Fong, Skull-" "I am the Great Sku-ack" "Shut up, kora!""-Viper, Verde, Lal Mirch, and Colonnello. Family, this is Lord Draco Malfoy. My accountant." Harry added almost absentmindedly.

"A pleasure." Draco stated, eyes impassive as they surveyed the group. He turned back to Harry. "I have made some headway into the Bill's creator and you were correct. Fudge was not the root. However the tracing has yet to be finished, there are many people allowed entry into the Assembly Hall and any one of them could have approached Fudge. We have limited it to a time frame, but even then, there are at least 280 suspects." Draco reported, pulling out a list. "These are the names."

Harry eyebrows shot up.

"But these-"

Draco scowled.

"I know. However fact remains fact." Draco said imperiously.

"Draco…"Harry trailed, watching his friend (and he was even if Draco wouldn't admit it) carefully.

"I'm fine, Potter." Draco cut in, a warning look in his steely eyes. Harry nodded once. He knew better than to push here.

"Thank you for your efforts." Harry said sincerely.

"You are welcome. I would suggest you go to the Menace Twin's shop. They have a few new ideas they wish to inform you of." Draco continued, somewhat stiffly. But then, he never had been very good at receiving thanks.

"Hahaha, when don't they?" Harry laughed mischievously. " Before you go, " Harry gestured to Viper ", Viper wants to discuss his payment with you, as you are my financial advisor."

"Oh?" Draco asked, grey eyes shining. "And in what capacity is he being paid?"

"As a Right Hand." Harry ignored the sharp look Draco sent him with ease. "While you're at it, please make an account for all of them. Connect it to mine."

At the wave of protest, Harry held up a hand.

"I'm not saying you have to use it, but I want you to have it, just in case." Harry pacified.

"Are you saying we can't take care of ourselves?" Rentaro questioned dangerously, but Harry would not be moved.

"No, but I know that all those accounts can be traced back to you. These won't be." Harry informed. "And if you ever get yourselves into a bind, I feel better knowing money won't be an issue." Harry confessed softly.

Rentaro's eyes softened.

"…fine." He relented. Draco gave an amused smile at Harry's blatant emotional manipulation.

"Should have been a Slytherin." Draco said quietly. Viper turned a questioning glance at the blonde. But Draco ignored it.

"As your financial consultant, I would advise against the opening of several accounts connecting to yours." Draco continued before Harry could say anything. "However, as I already know that you will disregard anything I have to say against, I would instead advise the use of Blood Keys."

Harry paled. "Blood Keys?" He questioned weakly.

"What are Blood Keys?" Verde asked, curious.

"Guess I'm getting married after all." Harry muttered mournfully.

Draco's self-satisfied smirk was confirmation enough.

Omake (When the Elements first met)

It had been a tense fifteen minutes. Their Sky had collapsed after Bonding them and now their employer was trying to keep them away.

"Why exactly can we not see him?" Rentaro ground out, frustrated and scared worried.

"Hmm, because I said so?" Checker Face offered.

Leon turned into a gun.

"Or because if you approached him now, you would kill him?" Checker Face questioned idly. The Guardians all tensed, before he continued. "It was one of those reasons, at least." They all sweat dropped.

The Guardians shared a look. This guy….

Now, let's see what my adorable student's new Guardians are really like. Checkers thought.

Fong approached the masked man carefully.

"And who are you to tell us this?" Fong questioned, eyes narrow. Checkers examined the Storm Guardian.

Mei Fong, the Triad's best assassin and current heir apparent. Considered a Martial Arts genius and known for his unwavering calm temperament.

An 'Eye of the Storm' indeed. Checker Face scoffed inwardly. These humans still had no true idea on what their Soul Flames could do.

"Why, your new Sky's mentor, of course." Checkers announced, a devilish smile curling on his lips.

Fong stiffened. "My apologies. I am Fong, and this is my partner Lichi." Fong said softly, bowing lightly. "If you could provide proof of your claim, it would be much appreciated." He finished, an edge of steel in his otherwise polite tone.

A loaded silence filled the room.

Not bad.

"Well, I suppose I could show you these." Checkers offered, pulling a small pile of papers out of his pocket.

Fong took the pile delicately, before freezing. Slowly, his face paled before suddenly erupting red. Verde snatched the papers with worrying ease.

"Let me see-" The renowned scientist shut down. There was no other way of putting it. He didn't blink, he didn't move, he didn't even seem to be breathing. And, just as quick as he froze, he started to shuffle through the pile.

"I will…require these for further research." The Green man finally said, moving to place the papers in his coat, only for Rentaro to take them. Verde sent the man a glare, but made no move to retrieve the pile.

Rentaro took one look at the paper's before turning back to the petulant scientist.

"Research, huh?" The World's Greatest Hitman asked dryly. Verde had the decency to blush.

"The Great Skull demands to see the evidence!" Skull shouted, trying to push his way to Rentaro. The man gave the purple teen a long stare.

"Mmm, I don't think so." Rentaro decided, waving the papers teasingly in front of him.

"My turn, kora!" Colonnello yelled as his hawk snatched the papers from Rentaro's hand. Rentaro send a poisonous glare that Colonnello avoided by virtue of Falco's bodily interruption. It didn't stop the foreboding shiver that wracked him though.

Doing his best to ignore the angry hit man, Colonnello only got a glance of the coveted pages before Lal Mirch stole them.

"Hand them over, idiot student." Lal Mirch ordered, taking the papers, only to freeze, a small blush tinting her cheeks.

"Let me see too, kora!" Colonnello pushed, leaning over her shoulder to see properly. Soon there were two Rain Guardian statues.

Viper approached Checkers and held out a hand. Checkers eyes the Mist a moment before pulling more papers out.

"WHAT?!" Skull screeched. "YOU HAD MORE?!" Checkers basked in the indignation.

Everyone was surprised when Viper answered. "All blackmailer's keep copies." He stated monotonously, seemingly unaffected by whatever was on the papers.

Turning to the Masked Man, Viper continued, "How much?"

Checkers considered for a moment. "Fifteen."

Viper's eyes narrowed. "Five."

"Surely this is worth more than five." Checkers scoffed. Viper tilted his head consideringly.

"Perhaps, but Mist Flames can Reconstruct these easily."

"Ah, but those wouldn't be permanent, now would they?" Checkers challenged.

"…nine, and I will make you a better Mask."

"What's wrong with my Mask?" Checkers asked, actually feeling a little offended.

"It is very obvious." Viper replied dryly. "Mist Flames can at least make it slightly less noticeable."

Checkers already knew this, of course. Just like he knew Mist Flames could do a lot more than make something slightly less noticeable.

"Hmm, I suppose. Nine and a new mask then?" Checkers reiterated. Viper shook the offered hand.

"Nine and a new Mask." The Mist confirmed, before reaching into his cowl, only to pull out nine measly euros. At Checker Face's blank look the Mist slyly continued. "We never agreed on nine what."

Checkers considered that for a moment, before a wide grin spread on his face.

"So we didn't. Very well, fair is fair." He agreed, handing over the papers, only for Skull to snatch them.

"Hahahaha! Now the Great Skull will see what these are!" Skull declared victoriously, running to the other side of the room in an attempt to keep distance.

Feeling immensely satisfied with himself, Skull finally took a look at the papers all the others had reacted so unfailingly to.

It took a moment for Skull to piece together what he was seeing, but as soon as he did, he blushed and held his nose.

Familiar green eyes looked pleadingly at him, petal pink lips twisted in a pout. Raven hair framed the childish face, and a familiar lightning scar greeted him. A ten year old version of his Sky stared up at Skull from the small rectangle in his hands.

Skull gripped his nose tighter.

So cute….

"Those are mine." Viper stated coldly, snatching the papers out of the immobilized Clouds hands.

Skull looked around wildly, before running over to the Masked Man.

"The Great Skull would also like to purchase some copies!" Skull managed to say, still clutching his nose.

Checkers smiled. "Of course. That will be fifteen-" Skull started digging in his pockets. "- thousand." He finished. Skull froze.

"WHAT?!" Skull cried despairingly, fifteen euro hanging pitifully from his hand.

Two cards were suddenly thrusted past him.

"Do you take card?" Colonnello and Rentaro both asked, before glaring at the other.

Everyone ignored the Cloud growing mushrooms in the corner.

A.N.:

Alright, so THANK YOU GUYS FOR YOUR CONTINUED SUPPORT AND FOR READING!

ABOUT VERDE'S AGE:

Someone pointed out to me that I hadn't posted Verde's age (I am so so so sorry.) so here it is:

VERDE IS 26

He's actually the oldest by two months, if anyone was interested.

ABOUT THE SUPPOSEDLY UNDERAGE KISSING:

And because people were concerned THE BRITISH AGE OF CONSENT IS 16 AND THE ITALIAN 14. NONE OF THE KISSING WAS ILLEGAL AS HARRY IS 16 ALMOST 17.

RENTARO IS ITALIAN SO HARRY IS ESPECIALLY OVER AGE FOR HIM.

ABOUT RENTARO'S NAME:

THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR THINKING IT'S RENATO.

Seriously, the only reason people think Renato Sinclair is Reborn's real name is because of some amazing authors (Araceil and Reighost. I'm not kidding. Read their shit. It is wonderful.) who chose to use it. I am sooo not in their league, so even a slight association makes me stupidly happy.

THERE IS NO CANON NAME FOR REBORN BECAUSE HE IS A BADASS AND HIDES SHIT REALLY REALLY WELL.

Because of this, I have the creative license to give him whatever name I choose. Some have noted that RENTARO IS A JAPANESE NAME EVEN THOUGH REBORN IS ITALIAN. There is a reason, I promise. And it's mostly because RENTARO IS ALSO AN ALIAS.

Hahaha, you will never actually find out his name in this fic. I really like that people can speculate and guess, so I'm going to continue the trend. RENTARO is an alias that our favorite hitman took as soon as he debuted. RENTARO MEANS GREAT GENTLEMAN. He chose it on purpose.

AS TO WHY JAPANESE? You'll find out later. I will not be giving out any hints because there are some clever (you know who you are) readers who will probably predict everything that happens and I refuse to allow that to happen.

ABOUT YOU GUYS:

Nothing. Just that you are awesome and it needs noticing.