The dark haired boy perked when their so called leader came into the home and told him to leave. Well.. that surprised him. Cyril turned toward him, a rather stunned look on his features. However, that expression soon vanished as he put on a deadpan. So… he wanted to know why he showed up, right? He didn’t have an answer. Maybe he was curious of their potential? Maybe he wanted to be useful for once in his life? His father had always told him that he was useless. He would take away his paper and crayons and take him to train. That was what made him angry. The mafia were all a bunch of jerks wearing tuxedos and caring only about themselves. Or were they? Maybe the Vongola were different. Maybe they weren’t like his ex-family.

It was then that he realized that he was being stared at. Cyril glanced back at Abby and then at Naoto, feeling tense under all of the pressure. He was being scrutinized and he didn’t like that. [i]They aren’t my enemies.[/i] Cyril told himself, heaving a sigh and running his temples. [b]”I’m not going anywhere.”[/b] Cyril directly looked at Naoto now, his brown brows furrowing deeply. [b]”And I’m here because I’m curious to see how much potential you have. And…”[/b] he sighed again, looking to the side. [b]”Even though your performance was pitiful today, I have to say that not even the Tenth Generation Vongola Guardians were born fighting.”[/b]

In his own way, Cyril was apologizing. He began to blush, not used to all of the attention that was coming his way. [i]God damn it.[/i] he turned away, looking toward the window to cover up his little embarrassing scene. He crossed his arms, and then raised a hand to rub at the ridge of his nose. [b]”I need an expresso.”[/b] he said to himself, shaking his head. He was beginning to get a headache and felt like his head was going to explode. He hoped that they wouldn’t ask him anything else and leave him alone for the time being.

What disturbed him the most was that he actually thought about his father. He had been a huge jerk, but he hadn’t heard anything about him recently. Even his aunt didn’t hear anything from his mother. Maybe they gave up on looking for him? If so, good. He didn’t want to be found. Because if he was going to be part of the Vongola, he could teach his father a lesson.