Kondo Rei is a short girl with dirty blond hair cut close to her scalp. She has multiple earrings in her ears, and a looping tattoo on her left shoulder of circuits mixed with maps.
She used to live in a rundown apartment with her alcoholic father, but lately she's been sleeping on friend's couches and abandoned warehouses.
She's been pickpocketing since her preteens, and she's gotten so good she has the nickname of "Ghost" in certain circles. Combined with a flame passive mist ring, she could stab you and be a block away before you realise.
Today though, she only has a black cellphone in her pocket and a smug grin.
"Perfect." Tsuna praises, passing the phone over to Shoichi to fiddle with.
"No doubt there's a kill switch in here somewhere, but I should be able to bypass it. We'll be able to get contact information and past messages, but the real beauty will be cloning the signal. Vongola's lazy and doesn't bother changing them between phones." Shoichi say before retreating to a table in the back.
"Eh, T'was nothing." Kondo mumbles, rubbing her buzzed hair. Besides her a businessman in a rumpled suit claps her on the back.
"We are pretty secure information wise, but we still need to expand the net." Tsuna says with a smile, turning towards the business owners and workers.
"See if you can use your contacts to start building outwards. Not only will this let us recruit more people, we will be able to create a larger buffer zone. Make sure you highlight the dangers that will be coming, whether they join or not." He continues, before nodding to Tetsuya to continue.
Tetsuya steps forward with his clipboard and clears his throat.
"Currently, counting those ex-Mafioso and the Discipline Committee we have about 60 people able to fight. Of those, we only have 25 elite. This is not nearly enough to fight off one family, not to mention the others circling around. We need to seriously start recruiting and training. All those who volunteer for suppression teams will have to undergo training as well." Here he pauses and looks up at the rest of the room.
"I have a list here of trained teachers able to help us. There are martial artists, flame users, war veterans and yakuza on this list. Those willing to teach others are encouraged to leave their name with me." He finishes, paying special attention to Yamamoto senior, who grimaces but nods.
He then waves a hand towards a black clad Discipline Committee member who snaps a salute and stands up.
"I'll be in charge of group training, so all those participating should make sure to leave their contact information with me after the meeting." The member then sits down again with a thump, bringing to attention for the first time the absolutely insane amount of knives strapped to their person.
A few in the crowd gulp.
Tsuna stands back up and smiles at the group. With a wave of his hand the static map behind him zooms in, and a few dialogue boxes pop up, indicating points of interest.
"Now, let's talk strategy."
Reborn frowns at the schoolyard and shifts his weight a little. The sensation of being watched hasn't let up yet, and he knows it's not just paranoia.
The problem is he can't figure out where it's coming from, because it's coming from everywhere.
The students, the teachers, the passing housewives. All of them see him, and instead of passing him by like they should, they track him with their eyes. There's something hard and hateful about them.
Which doesn't make sense, because they should, for all accounts and purposes, see a baby and not a hitman. If he didn't know better he would say that the whole town knows who he is, and is judging him for it.
He grinds his teeth some more and hops off his perch. So far what he knows about the town could fill a thimble, because everywhere he goes he's waylaid by some concerned citizen, or the records are corrupted, or the store is closing. Roadblocks at every corner. It's more then just bad luck.
The teachers' were a complete bust, since they just spouted privacy laws. Not that it mattered, when he broke into the system the information was practically useless.
He would try and pressure the boy's mother, but she's also a complete dead end. Reborn is starting to suspect that there's something really wrong with the woman.
Her dead eyes are very creepy.
"Tch. So annoying." He mutters, before wandering back to the Internet café he's been using. Supposedly Tsunayoshi was a frequent customer there, and he's hoping the boy will show up.
It's not like the boy has anywhere else to go, or any friends to hide behind.
Tsuna crawls into Tetsuya's guest bed and rubs his head into the soft pillows. His hair is still dripping, the long black locks just starting to fluff up. He knows if he leaves it it will be a total pain to style in the morning, but he's so tired he can't be bothered.
He groans softly. And tomorrow will be just as exhausting, since they were planning on dealing with Mukuro.
He curses and pulls the covers over his head. Some days he wishes he didn't have such good friends who refuse to let him get dragged into the mafia, because then he wouldn't have to deal with all this ridiculousness.
Or who knows, maybe he would have had to deal with it all anyways. At least this way he knows he has people he can count on. And he's doing it on his say so.
"Still nothing?" Lussuria asks, sitting next to Squalo at breakfast.
The swordman grunts, raising a hand to make a seesaw motion. Mammon comes gliding in and takes a corner. None of them have figured if the cloaked figure even needs to eat.
Squalo lifts his head a little more from the table and glares at the others. He clenches his jaw a few times before sighing.
"Shitty boss still wants to find the brat. Says he can't take over the family with the threat of some upstart popping up and trying to claim blood rights." He says. "He doesn't seem to care that it will be so much easier to claim the rings without Sawada's spawn interfering."
"Tch. Not like it matters, Boss will destroy the kid anyways." Levi says. Squalo ignores him.
"We could be moving for a true takeover, this just goes to show how weak the Vongola will be, the kid's a coward hiding from the mafia." Squalo continues.
Lussuria makes a sympathetic noise, and continues to pour sugar on his cereal.
"Or it just goes to show how weak the Vongola have gotten." Mammon says, and then continues before anyone can disagree, "I've head that even Reborn is having trouble tracking the boy."
Squalo eyes the small figure suspiciously.
"You know something." He says, leaning forward.
Mammon shrugs.
"I might. For the right price." They say. Lussuria snorts.
"We really need to find you a better hobby then money, honey."
