Gentle chilling winds, snowflakes dancing in the air, and a clear night sky loomed over the land with its stars. People walked about through the shopping street even at the darkest of hour, for it was a special night. A tradition that cannot be forgotten; a tradition that was celebrated differently, yet always held the same meaning. In the darkest of hour, and under the shadowy sky, light was shining.

These past few weeks, and in these past few nights the scenery remain unchanged; shimmering golden lights revealed the street, colored ones decorated on trees and with it, the citizens' unbridled joy. He blended with the crowd, as he stood there in front of the T.V. display of the shop. The light from the inside shined on his face, showing his red cheeks and matching eye color.

The window reflected the image, showing him his frowning face with a square goatee. Or as he liked to call his face, an 'ugly mug'.

His eagle shaped eyes grazed at the screen, while his eardrums faintly caught the current channel. "Tonight, we'll be having more chilly winds in Verona. The snow is light, and the weather is still perfect for tonight. Expect a few more wind-chills by tomorrow morning but shouldn't be too bad, as it will still be quite cool tomorrow. Over to you, Daniel." Said the weather reporter.

"Thanks Christie. Earlier this morning, at around 9:52, a local thrift shop was discovered to be looted. Several of the clothing along with the collected funds for the charity have been reported stolen. A simple break and enter damaged the shop; the shop's display window was damaged, and was later raided. Luckily, nobody were inside, however the stolen items were not so lucky. The scene of the crime indicates that the shop has been looted long before the discovery. The Golden Eagles are looking into the matter and are searching for the robber as of now. No one was able to witness this unfortunate event, and forces say that they may have a difficult time to locate the culprit."

"…..Useless bunch…" The man whispered. He walked away from the T.V. display angered by the recent news report. The slight wind-chill blew his slicked black hair with dark brown highlights. The man clenched his hands having them form into fists. He still felt incredibly angered by the news report. Not wanting to show his frustration, he stuffed them into his grey coat pockets.

The man could feel a few of his items in there; warm hands touching the slight cold keys, and phone. As he stepped out of the shopping street, he could see the large open courtyard. Few people were ambling around the large area. It was expected, as most were doing their last-minute shopping for Christmas. On the other side of the courtyard, he could see a giant building. The man briskly strolled to the building, not wanting to stay further out in the cold. He breathed out and could see his own breath.

The man came in front of the stairs of the building. He climbed it, and appeared in front of the oak door. As he turned the silver doorknob, he entered inside the large building, and was now in its lobby. He could hear the sound of a singing voice, echoing behind a few more large oak doors. The entrance composed of a fancy interior; intricate designs etched on the wall, golden chandeliers lighting the hallway, and its velvet red carpet cushioning the soles of his shoes.

He strolled to one of the few wooden doors and opened it, entering inside. As he did, the man came into large auditorium; the area in front of him was quite large and dimly lit. On the opposite side of where he was, he could see a giant stage, the only place that was brightly lit. The walls held many of the upper theater chambers, seeing them with more aesthetic designs on them. A giant chandelier hung into the air, etched with intricate designs and arranged light bulbs and small glasses. Actors and actresses dressed in unusual clothing, moved and weaved across the stage as they sung in Latin and Italian.

The audience silently watched and listened to them in the dark, while sitting in their seats, row-by-row. The man looked over the crowd; he searched as he eyed the many back heads of the adults. He could tell by their clothing that most were comprised of fancy nobles, and well-to-do people. He continued standing and searching, until his eyes finally laid on one certain back of the head. It comprised of dirty-blonde hair, kept in a simple short hairstyle.

The seat next to him was empty.

The man grazed at the row of seats and stepped over to the end. He weaved his way through the row, all the while politely pardoning himself for his sudden entry. "Perdonami, bella signora (Forgive me, fair lady). Ah, excuse me good sir. My deepest apologies, signore (mister)." After making his way through the row of people, he sat down on the empty seat next to the man. He sighed, as he watched the opera with him.

"Somehow I could never grasp the 'beauty' behind opera." The blonde-haired man said, breaking the short silence.

"You don't have to." Replied the red-eyed man. "The nobles here who constantly say that a play is 'beautiful' probably haven't even read the script; quite shallow really. It'd be more fun if someone made an abridged version of it."

"This coming from you of all people, Cain."

"What do you mean?" The man called Cain questioned the other.

"Good ol' killjoy here is actually saying something about having fun. A bit surprising considered you don't." He smiled as his silver eyes were locked on Cain's face.

Cain groaned at the man's words and scowled. "Shut it, Joshua. Just tell me where that guy is."

Joshua snickered at Cain's evasive actions. He liked to make fun of Cain's weak points, and supposedly made it a bit of habit around him. But nonetheless, he didn't dare escalate his ill-mannered attitude as they're in the middle of something, so he decided to cast the joke aside. "The old geezer's on the 3rd floor balcony, all the way near the stage and on the opposite wall. Obviously, all the doors to the chambers are locked and guarded, so you're going have to do this like always."

Joshua dug in his pocket and pulled out two earpieces. He handed one to Cain and both wore them on their ear.

"No need to tell me twice. Do you have the switch for the lights?"

Joshua nodded and patted his chest pocket on his black blazer.

"And where's Nat?" asked Cain.

"Told her to meet you at camera (chamber) 206. The other stuff is there with her." Joshua pointed at the wall near to them.

"…." Cain let his red-eyes wander at the multiple theater chambers above him. He then realized something and gave a disapproving look at Joshua. The blonde simply gave a carefree smile. Before saying anything, Cain eyed his expression carefully, as he tried to analyze Joshua's actions towards Nat. A sudden thought crossed his mind as he deducted his words. "She volunteered." He said. "She volunteered to go the camera (chamber), didn't she?"

Joshua gave a small nod. His smile was still plastered on his face, but looked more dejected. "I told her that I'd be meeting you there, but the kid insisted on assisting you on this part of the hunt. But, maybe this is a good chance for her."

Cain was about to argue at Joshua, but held back on voicing it. He knew full well what Joshua was trying to say about Nat. He sighed and decided to go along with it for now. "…Fine. But just this once. After this, you're going to help me cure her acrophobia. We can't risk her safety after all. Putting that aside, once I give you the signal, press the switch and make your way out."

"Gotcha."

Cain got up from his seat and continued his way down the row, all the while excusing himself in front of others. As he finally made it to the other side of the row, stairs leading to the balconies were in front of him. While he made his way and climbed up to the 2nd floor, he adjusted his earpiece. He could see a hallway of doors on the first floor bearing golden numbers on them. Arriving at the floor, the same hallway arrived in front of him. Cain walked down the hallway until he finally reached a door bearing the number 206.

Out of pure politeness, he first knocked on the door. He could only hear the opera continue below him, as nobody answered. He knocked again, and no answer. Cain began to feel anxious, so he decided to open the door. A small number of luxurious chairs surrounded a coffee table. In front of the coffee table, he could see a small person cowering at the floor, scrunched up like a ball, with their back facing him. So in the end, Nat couldn't handle it. Thought Cain.

Despite the dimly lit area, he could scarcely see their hands over their ears and was shaking. The person looked almost as if they were hidden in the dark, like a shadow. She had this special ability to stay almost perfectly hidden, but no matter how well she was hidden, Cain always managed to find her. Cain slowly approached the trembling girl, and knelt down beside her. He softly patted her head and could feel her long, soft, silky hair.

The girl twitched and looked whose hand was on top of her head. Long shadowy hair with multiple purple highlights were swept back, and eyes black as ebony came into his vision. He could already tell that Nat had the look of absolute fear in her eyes.

"Cain…" she whispered. "I-I'm sorry; I thought I could, but my fear just got to me. I-I know and all that I should be where Joshua is but-"

Not letting her speak further, Cain softly placed his finger on her lips. Knowing the short gesture, she stopped herself from talking.

"Natalia." He spoke. "Thanks."

Nat gave a bug-eyed expression at his response. She couldn't help but be surprised by Cain's straightforward remark. The girl wondered to his response, and after a short silence she realized what he was getting at. Cain smiled at Nat, until she finally smiled as well. "You're welcome." She said. Nat pulled herself up and breathed out. She fixed her black dress and stepped over to one of the chairs; pulling out a small briefcase hidden on the side of the chair, she brought it over to Cain.

"The things you need for tonight is in here. I also managed to sneak into the basement and rig the auditorium's circuit breaker, with a remote switch, just like you wanted me to."

"And my coat?"

"It's in there as well. While you're doing that, I'll clear the pathway to the main entrance."

Cain took off his grey coat revealing his white dress shirt and gun holsters. He gave the coat to Nat, in exchange for the briefcase. Cain knelt down and opened the briefcase, revealing a thick black envelop, a small black, hand gun, a portable grappling gun and a silencer. He pulled out the black envelope and unfolded it. More of the black envelope was creased and he opened it once more; he did it again, and again and again until finally…. a black trench coat with a hood materialized in front of him.

He donned the trench coat, covering the gun holsters and slipped the hood on. Cain then grabbed the hand gun and silencer; as he did, he locked the silencer on the hand gun's muzzle. With his other hand, he took the final item in the briefcase, and closed it.

He placed the hand gun in one of the holsters and gave the briefcase back to Nat. "Molto Bene. (Very good.) Meet me at the church; the Chiesea di Santa Maria della Scala, okay?"

"Capito. (Understood.)"

Nat was about to leave the chamber, until Cain called out to her. "Wait, Nat."

The girl stopped and turned her attention to the person. "Yeah?"

Cain stepped over to her and brushed her bangs with his hand. He gave a slight change to her arranged hairstyle, and allowed one of her long purple bangs to hang in front of her face. It looked unkempt and messy with her formal clothing, but despite that, it fitted her just right. "There, you look better this way." He said.

Nat became shocked by the sudden change. "Huh? But… this is my regular hairstyle. And it's a messy sort of hairstyle, especially with my outfit."

"Dress clothing looks good on you, but I like it better when you wear something that shows a bit of your personality." He patted Nat's head once more.

"…..Whatever." She curtly said and gently brushed off his hand. Nat briskly left the room, leaving Cain to himself.

Did I tick her off again? He thought.

As she shut the door behind her, she placed her back on the door. Nat could only stare at the red carpet beneath her high heels and could hear the opera downstairs. I like it better when you wear something that shows a bit of your personality. A small smile graced her lips at that thought and she whispered something to herself. "I never was the type to become part of these fancy gatherings. You know me all too well."

Nat strode to the stairs and headed down.

Cain stepped over to the terrace and looked down below him. He could see the many nobles downstairs in the shadowy auditorium, still watching the opera. His eyes analyzed the auditorium as he glanced around. I'll have to climb to the chamber that leads back stage. From there on, I'll climb behind the set and take that guy down in the chamber. He stuffed the grappling gun into his other holster, and hauled himself over the rail guard.

He climbed and shimmied his way across the many theater chambers while keeping himself inconspicuous. As he finally made it to the chamber, he climbed the railing and could see the door leading back stage. As he went through it, he could see one of the hanging stage props, in front of the terrace. Cain looked around above the back stage, and could see a climbable pathway across of him. Good; I can climb behind the backdrops and get to the other side. He thought.

Cain then leaped off the floor and hanged onto the wooden stage prop. With his heavy weight, the prop lowered itself beside the backdrop. He jumped off of it and shimmied behind the backdrops. The actors' singing voices were loud and clear on the stage, making it reverberate onto his eardrums. "Now this is what I call a front-row seat…." He murmured.

Getting near to the terrace, he jumped off the backdrop and held onto the terrace. He climbed up, seeing an open door just like with the other side. As he silently entered, he could see a lone old man sitting on the chair with their back shown to him. Another chair was behind the person; Cain slowly approached the chair and sat down behind him. He pulled out his small black hand-gun and pointed it the target's back neck.

"So they have sent you of all people?" The old man said in his husky voice.

"I'm not going to mince words you know." Cain grimly said. "You stole from the thrift shop, fabricated the found evidence and have been abusing your position at the Golden Eagles. It wasn't a break and enter; it was tyranny."

The old man gave an audible exhausted sigh. He lowered his head in shame and dejectedly replied, "You're right. We, the Golden Eagles, always have the same story; we-"

"-only wish to free our country from its oppression due to the mafia family. In order to free its citizens, the Golden Eagles needed power, and promised freedom. But in the end, all of you became obsessed and arrogant with power; you and everyone else are power-hungry drunkards." He harshly interrupted.

The old man scoffed at himself for Cain's cold words. "The deed and the payments for the charity I've stolen are in that briefcase over there." He pointed to the item on the floor. "There is a van parked out in the back of the theatre building. All of the other items I've stolen are in there and the keys are in the briefcase. Now, do with me as you will."

"I came here to take back what you stole from the shop, and have you be convicted for your crimes. Not to take your life. If you must know what this gun is, it's a just a harmless tranquilizer gun."

The old man gave a questionable tone. "You do not intend to kill me, bambini (child)?"

"I never planned to. You should know that I don't kill my targets, I bring them to the forces. Plus, I'm here to carry out my client's wishes; no more, no less. When there's rule, one must empower it."

Though Cain did not see it, a small smile graced the old man's lips. He was quite amused by Cain's actions and words. Quite odd considered the position he placed himself in. Perhaps he finally got the push he needed towards redemption. Or perhaps, he was glad of finally being relieved from his authority. Either way, the old man would have to change; he needed this now more than ever. "You speak of nothing but the truth….. Very well; I'll confess my crimes once I wake up."

"…Before I pull the trigger, will you tell me your name, signore (mister)?"

"…Francesco Rossini." He answered. "You are asking my name if I have any relatives, am I wrong bambini (child)?"

Cain did not respond. He could only give Francesco a short moment of silence in return.

Meanwhile, Francesco read between Cain's lines. That's when he realized why he asked for his name. "…Whatever your humanitarian reasons are, I do not have any. All of them were lynched, years ago." He said gloomily.

"….Buona notte e buon Natale, Francesco Rossini. (Good night and merry Christmas, Francesco Rossini.)" Said Cain.

"Buon Natale. (Merry Christmas.)" He whispered.

Cain pulled the trigger of the tranquilizer, injecting the sleeping dart. Francesco's vision began to fade to black and with it, the sound of the singing as well. He closed his eyes and limped in the seat.

He placed the gun back in his holster and stepped over to the briefcase. As Cain knelt down, he opened the briefcase, seeing documents and a bag. He took the bag and peeked inside, and could see the many bills of euros. Cain tightly knotted the bag, and inspected the briefcase. As he searched, he found the mentioned car keys. He stuffed it in his coat pocket, placed the bag inside and closed the briefcase.

Cain then dug into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a small rod with multiple holes. He clicked the switch on his earpiece, buzzing Joshua. "Josh, press the switch."

"Done and done." He said over the earpiece.

As the singing continued, the entire auditorium suddenly turned pitch black. Cain could hear the shocked murmurs and occasional surprised yells in the darkness. He then slipped the small rod into his mouth and blew into it. As he did, the sound of the whistle resounded in the auditorium. He single-handedly fingered on the holes of the whistle and played a jingle. Everyone in the room then turned silent as they heard the sound.

Underneath the darkness, Joshua pressed the switch again.

One of the stage lights pierced the blackness with its sudden flash, lighting the theatre chamber where Cain was. He could see the shadow of an emblem shaped into a small bird. He quickly placed the whistle back in his pocket and grabbed the briefcase. Cain then leaped onto the railing, revealing himself. All eyes were fixated on him, and the people could only stare in wonder and amazement.

*BANG!* Cain looked behind and saw the doors were swung open. Men in military uniforms scrambled in front of the door as they rushed in the chamber. They all held hand guns in their hands and wore armbands that showed an eagle. A few instinctively pointed their guns at Cain, warning him to not move.

"GET THE NIGHTINGALE!" shouted one of the soldiers.

He pulled out his grappling gun and shot it at the chandelier on the ceiling. Cain leaped off the railing and swung down from the chamber. A few of the soldiers fired their guns at him but the bullets missed their target. He flew over the audience with his black coat flapping in the air like black wings. He could hear the surprised yells and screams as he soared above their heads. Hovering through the air, Cain swung towards one of the oak doors, and pulled the trigger of the grappling gun once more.

While doing so, the grappling gun's grip became loose, and zipped back into the gun. Using the momentum, Cain flew to the door and in the next moment, he forcibly kicked the door open. As it swung open, he somersaulted on the carpet, and made haste to the main entrance's door.

"Non lasciate scappare! (Don't let him get away!)" Barked one of the Golden Eagle soldiers, as they gave chase to the escapee.

Cain tackled the doors, forcibly opening them. Cold air suddenly bit at his bare hands, snow gently fell under the pale moonlight, and his own breath became visible in front of his face. He ran down the concrete stairs, and was now outside on the courtyard.

"CONGELARE CRIMINALE! (Freeze criminal!)"

Cain's ears twitched at the barking voice behind him. He stopped and looked back, and could see the Golden Eagles catching up to him. They pointed their guns at him once more, locking him in place. Cain apathetically stood there, unfazed by the many guns that were pointed at him. Underneath the shadow of his hood, he analyzed the facial expressions on the soldiers. Most or almost all of them glared at Cain, but as he looked deeper into their eyes, he saw a sense of nervousness within them.

One of the Golden Eagle soldiers cautiously approached him, all the while locking their gun and eyes on him. Cain carefully eyed him and could see multiple badges and medals he proudly wore on his jacket. So this guy is most likely the Captain of this group. He thought.

"You're going to pay for your crimes for tonight, Nightingale." He growled at Cain.

"….."

The man called 'Nightingale' holstered his weapon. The soldier flinched their guns at him as he did so. Can't blame paranoia now can you? Thought Cain.

"Drop your weapons, criminale. (Criminal.)" Ordered the captain.

Cain smiled and silently nodded at him. His hand was still underneath his coat; with a sleight of hand, Cain pulled out a small round object, and showed it to them. The soldiers again flinched as they saw this all too-familiar object.

"Wha- that's…."

"A grenade?!"

Murmured a few of the soldiers. Their terrified expressions became crystal clear under the pale moonlight and white snow. Cain silently moved his lips as if mouthing something to them. The captain noticed and narrowed his glare at the Nightingale.

"…..Just drop your weapons." He demanded.

Cain moved his lips again, and with the Golden Eagles unable to read his lip movements, he mouthed the sentence, "You asked for it, captain."

Cain released his fingers on the grenade, and all too fast, and all too late, the soldiers realized that the clip was taken. As the grenade dropped to the ground, a flash of light suddenly bursted itself out, almost blinding their eyes. The soldiers stepped back and were forced to shut their eyes away at the flash grenade. After getting stunned for a few seconds, their vision gradually came back to them, however, the person who was in front of them were no longer there.

They could only see an empty space where he once stood. The Golden Eagles lowered their guns, with regret and relief written on their faces.

"Of all the rotten luck, that guy got away." Growled the captain.

"Sir, should we go after him?" Questioned one of the Golden Eagle members.

"…..No. Let's get back into the auditorium and see Rossini. First things first, we need to tend his condition and deal with the commotion of the audience. Let's move, soldiers." He ordered, disappointment clear in the tone of his voice.

The soldiers saluted and followed his orders. They turned around and walked back to the large theatre.

Meanwhile, Cain watched them from above on the roof. He stared until every last one of them were out of his line vision beneath. Cain stood up and sneaked away to the back side of the theatre building; while doing so, he pressed the button on his earpiece, radioing on Joshua. "Joshua, did you and Nat sneaked out during the commotion?"

"Yeah, we did." He replied over the earpiece. "We're currently on our way to the church."

"Good. I'll see you there." Cain could hear a buzzing noise from the earpiece as he trudged on the roof. The wind flapped his coat and hood, while the slight chilliness of it bit at his bare hands. Little visible puffs of air appeared in front of him with each breath. A few of the theatre's gas flutes and metal chimneys reflected themselves from the pale moonlight, revealing themselves. Arriving at the edge of the roof, Cain pulled out his grappling gun, and gazed down below.

He could see a lone white van sitting under the pale moonlight. He aimed at the telephone pole and pulled the trigger, and as the hook secured itself on the pole, he swung down to the street. Cain rolled forward, approaching the van. He switched the gun for the keys and opened the door. In front of him was the passenger seat and the driver's; Cain placed the briefcase on the passenger seat and closed the door.

He walked to the trunk and opened it, seeing a cargo of clothing, and cardboard boxes. Better head to the church. He thought. Cain closed the door and headed to the driver's seat. He turned the van on and drove away from the theatre.

The two stood at the front of the door to the church as they waited for Cain. Nat tugged her jacket closer to her body, and shivered from the chilly air. Cain's coat and briefcase lied down on the pavement, near her feet. Joshua simply stared at the night sky, seeing its twinkling stars, the pale moonlight, and the snowflakes gently falling. He turned his attention to Nat, who shuffled in place, still shivering.

"You know, when you're wearing that dress, you look pretty good in that." Commented Joshua.

"Really? Thanks." Smiled Nat. "I haven't worn this dress for some time because they're a little tight on me. But now I'm able to. Must be because of all these missions you guys assign me."

"That, or the waistline just expanded." He countered.

That remark made Nat snap. "What was that?" she growled.

Despite being given the deadly look, Joshua smiled and laughed at her reaction. The girl glared at him giving a murderous vibe; she was about to clobber Joshua just when she saw lights shining behind her. Joshua noticed it as well; he squinted his eyes on the sudden brightness, and could see the light approaching, with it, the sound of an engine. "Ah, he's here."

The van stopped in front of them with the engine still running. Soon after, the driver inside turned the engine off, making the lights turn off as well. He stepped out of the van and shut the door. His coat blended with the darkness almost as if it camouflaged his body. Cain came in front of Joshua and Nat, and slipped off his hood, showing his mixed black and brunette hair colors.

"You idiots better not be arguing at this time of the night." His eagle-shaped scarlet eyes glared at the two.

The two flinched a little at the cold glare. Joshua smiled and gave a nervous laugh. "N-no need for the icy glower there Cain." He stammered. Not wanting to make the situation worse for himself, Joshua decided to steer the conversation away from the fight. "Anyways, are the items from the thrift shop in that van?"

Cain slipped off his black coat and folded it until it became a small thick envelope. He slipped the folded coat in his pocket. "Yeah. And as for Rossini, he immediately accepted his crime. Nat, hand me my jacket."

Nat picked up the grey coat and gave it to Cain. As he slipped it on, Cain approached the door to the church and knocked on it. The door opened, revealing a nun in uniform. "Oh, Signore (mister) Cain! You're back."

"Buona sera, Suor Leah. (Good evening, Sister Leah.) We have managed to retrieve all the items and funds stolen from your thrift shop."

"Really?!" she smiled.

Cain showed the white van to Sister Leah. He opened the trunk revealing the many items inside.

"Who took it?"

"It was a random thief. Apparently, the Golden Eagles were catching the same thief, so we worked with them for a bit. The thief still had this in possession, but he was later caught. Thanks to them, they gave us back the shop's belongings and money." Explained Cain.

Joshua and Nat stood in silence, merely listening to their conversation.

Sister Leah bowed at the three. "Thank you so much, all of three of you. I'm so sorry for disturbing you at this time of the night. I simply must reward all of you for your generosity. What would you like to have?"

Cain, Nat and Joshua all looked at each other. They stared at one's expression for a few moments. Sister Leah gave a questioned look during the short silence. They all turned their expression back to Sister Leah.

"Suor (Sister) Leah, you're holding a small Christmas party at this church's orphanage, correct?" asked Joshua.

"Why yes."

Nat spoke up. "We want to join in on the party. That's the kind of reward we want."

Sister Leah became shocked at the choice of their reward. "Are you sure? Don't all of you have special Christmas plans?"

Cain scratched his head. "Our party was interrupted, so we had to cancel because of tonight's request. It would be quite troublesome for us to go back, so instead of having our party back home, we would like to celebrate with you and the orphanage."

The nun smiled at their kind words. "I have never met such generous people. All of you; you have a heart of gold, so don't lose that."

"Let's have a very merry Christmas everyone." Smiled Cain.

"And wish for a great new year." They said in return.

End of Part 2 Chapter 1: Where It Started

Author's note: A huge, HUGE thanks to Grizlight for lending me two of your OCs, which is Natalia here. She's awesome to work with, and is perfect when it comes to interacting with Joshua. (Did I get her right? PM me if you want to voice anything) Hope you enjoyed this quadruple chapter marathon everyone! As always, I want to give a huge thanks for your patience, and for all of your support. Really gives me a huge encouragement when I see people liking this story! :D

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