Thank you for the follows/alerts/reviews! Your support is greatly appreciated. This chapter's going to be pretty short, but I'll probably be updating with the next one in a few days.

Don't really have much to say other than that… Enjoy!

Disclaimer: FANfiction. I only own the OC. Any changes to the original canon story is due to the fact that this is fanfiction.

Warning: May contain coarse language due to Squalo's mouth. And the OC's.

"Shit. I shouldn't have stopped for that takoyaki…"

Green eyes covered by a pair of black aviator goggles looked down at an empty cardboard box, and then back up to survey the pavement ahead of her. Wadding up the cardboard, she turned to read the street sign — her eyes glazed over as soon as she attempted to comprehend the mixture of kanji and hiragana.

"Tch," she clicked her tongue. She still couldn't read it, after all. Second day in Japan and she was already lost in the streets of Namimori. Squalo had yelled at them in the morning about doing a survey of the town, and a few hours later, she had found herself at the very edge of the group as they trudged down the sidewalks of the relatively buzzing shopping district. Enticed by the smells of the octopus-filled dumplings, Riko had stopped for a moment to buy the street snack and before she knew it, she was alone and lost.

A small part of her was glad that the Decimo didn't live in a concrete jungle like Tokyo, which would've meant that navigating the streets would be ten times harder, and another tiny part was irked that she was still unable to read the asian characters despite the crash course she took with the rest of the Varia right before they relocated.

"FUCK YOU NONO!"

But a big, big part of her was mad that they had to leave Italy at all, at the request of the Vongola Nono, and move halfway across the world.

"Who dares disturb the peace of Namimori?"

Snapping her head to the tree next to her, Riko looked up.

Hidden amongst the leaves, she could see a silver gleam, and her eyes narrowed behind the tinted lens of her goggles. Without a second thought, she raised her hand and chucked the wadded-up takoyaki container at the figure hidden amongst the branches. It bounced off, and landed on the pavement.

A murderous aura radiated from the tree next to her.

Whoosh!

In that instant, the Varia assassin narrowed her eyes and immediately took a sidestep. A person had landed where she had been standing a split second earlier.

"The fuck is wrong with you?!" she yelped, taking a few more steps back, away from her assailant.

The silver glint had been a rod-shaped object that the person had been carrying, and now that she was a safe distance away from him, she could clearly discern the person who had attempted to attack her.

A full head taller than her, the boy had dark ebony hair that loosely framed his angular jaw. Cold, grey eyes glinted in the dark, and a bored expression that, upon closer inspection, was actually a subtle look of irritation, was clearly scrawled across his face. Riko's eyes trailed down to the vibrant, eye-catching armband pinned onto the left sleeve of the black jacket that clung onto the boy's shoulders, but was unable to identify the words stitched onto the band.

The boy held up an arm, and brandished the rod, which Riko identified as a tonfa. "Do you want to die?" his voice was quiet, but exuded a threat that Riko recognized as one that wasn't empty.

The only thing on her mind, however, was a question that she then asked. "Do you staple your jacket onto your shirt?"

A dark eyebrow was raised. "Oh?" he stepped closer to the girl, "So the herbivore does want me to bite it to death," A dangerous smile graced his face.

Ignoring his death threat, a flash caught her attention. Sharp, lethal spikes studded a silver cuff around his left wrist, framing a very familiar emblem. A vague recollection surfaced — she had heard of a weapon with that description. Her eyes widened in recognition.

Riko startled chuckling nervously — this was definitely not good.

The purple gemstone. The roman numeral of the tenth generation. Spikes that embodied the animal used as a weapon in battle. It was the bracelet that the Cloud Guardian of the Vongola Decimo wore.

And who was the Cloud Guardian?

Hibari Kyoya, the person whom her seniors had told her was the most terrifying and powerful guardian in the Decimo Vongola Famiglia.

Well, at least they weren't exaggerating when they said he emitted a scary aura. His murderous intent was on the brink of suffocating, and Riko now regretted throwing that cardboard ball at him.

"Don't bother running," the cold voice sent nervous chills down her spine, "I never fail to catch my prey,"

She really, really regretted it.

"Are you always this unfriendly, Kyoya?" A foot slid behind the other.

Grey eyes narrowed. How did she know his name? He held up the tonfa in a fighting stance. "You. Herbivore. How do you know my name?"

"The same way you don't know mine," Riko blinked at her response. What the fuck did she just say? That didn't even make sense at all!

"You're not making any sense, herbivore," Hibari's remark made her glare at him.

"Good, because you don't make any sense!" There. Better. That was better. Slightly better.

Hibari had no change in expression, as he drew back, and lashed back out. Riko ducked once again, only narrowly missing the hit. She turned her heel.

The next lunge Hibari made was once again avoided, and Riko broke out into a sprint. "Sorry, Kyoya, but I want to live!" she yelled back, "But I'm not sorry for throwing the takoyaki box at you! You should pick that up and dispose of it, by the way! Littering is a petty crime!"

The cloud guardian fumed as he watched his prey turn a corner at the end of the street and disappear.

The chase was on.

And they meet! Let me know how you liked it! Reviews and follows are appreciated c:

Delphoxi