Fionn listened to Abby with open ears. So… she was really rich? And she got blamed for something that she didn’t do… He had to admit, that had been common in his household—he had a ton of brothers that bullied and placed blame on him. That was why he kind of felt sorry for Abby. She had a good reason to be with the Vongola. [i]I wish I had as just a good reason for being in the Vongola.[/i] Fionn thought, glancing down at the floor when she finished speaking. She was a good person, and he… what was he? Just a person. He lived a relatively good life so far, even though he was bullied by his older brothers. However, that was common, and he shouldn’t really complain about that. Even though Abby was rich, she didn’t seem happy. 

Fionn was about to redirect the conversation to another topic when someone swaggered into the room. He glanced up to see the dull and serious kid from before laughing his rear end off as he sat down in a chair that was close to them. He remained quiet when Abby asked him what was wrong with him, and to his surprise, the dark haired boy raised his head, brandishing a deep grin on his lips.

[b]”What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with [i]you[/i]?”[/b] he cackled, shaking his head as he struggled to hold back his laughter. [b]”You guys are pitiful. The only two people who actually put up a fight was Benjamin and I. The rest of you guys failed horribly. First, the brown haired Asian caused a big ruckus with that Bazooka thing, and then you came along and hit yourself in the face with a nunchuck.”[/b]

Fionn’s shoulders sagged as Cyril spoke. He certainly didn’t have high expectations. Cyril was degrading all of them, and he was laughing about it as well. [b]”Look who’s talking,”[/b] Fionn murmured under his breath, glancing down at the floor again. [b]”You were put down as quick as a dog.”[/b]

The other boy stopped laughing, and Fionn could feel his eyes burning into his head. [b]”What did you say?”[/b]

[i]Okay, I think I got myself into some deep shit.[/i]

[b]”At least I did better than most of you.”[/b] Cyril snarled. [b]”You don’t even know how to fight. How the hell are you going to be in the fucking Mafia?”[/b]

[b]”I’m sorry, but I didn’t know that people were born to fight.”[/b] Fionn retorted, his voice firm—a big feat for him—and calm at the same time. [b]”You just have to practice. Sonya is judging our abilities. It’s not like we’re engaging in a huge Mafia war or something of the sort tomorrow. Just calm down and you’ll see that everyone’ll get the hang of it, okay?”[/b]

He could tell that Cyril was about to flip out. But Fionn knew that the reason he was being like this wasn’t because he felt like being mean. There was another reason, but… he couldn’t put a finger on it. Maybe it was-

Before he knew it, he was suddenly hauled into the hair by the front of his shirt, making him whimper and flail in the other boy’s grip. Fionn’s eyes refused to meet the angry ones of Cyril, remaining planted on the floor of the kitchen. [b]”So you think you’re smart, then? There isn’t any time to be fooling around.”[/b] Cyril snarled dangerously. [b]”Do you think we’re playing a fucking game? Do you know that anything can happen? If we don’t hurry, we’re going to be slaughtered like pigs on a farm. These people are weak, too weak, in fact. I have to admit, each of them have their abilities. But we don’t have enough fucking time to be weak.”[/b]

[i]So he’s concerned, then. But still, he has a five foot pole up his ass. He needs to relax.[/i] [b]”Okay… can… can you let me go now, please?”[/b]

Without a moment’s hesitation, the boy released him, making Fionn fall to the ground abruptly and having to regain his footing. Cyril however, turned his back on him and was began to walk away, only turning his head to face Abby. [b]”Are you okay?”[/b] he asked dryly, his face falling into a deadpan once again.

Fionn, however, turned away and went back outside. That had been so unlike him... but he was seriously angered over the fact that the jerk laughed at them. It was as if he was one of his older brothers. [I]I have to calm down.[/I] he told himself. [I]I mean... what's wrong with me?[/i]

When he allowed himself to continue watching the rest of the people, he found that Daisuke was still on the ground. Fionn sighed, walking over to him and grabbing the boy's arms, beginning to drag him back to the kitchen.