"Yeah, I can imagine. I don't normally get upset, but someone needed to stand up to him." Jak said to Fionn as he wiped the blood off of Daisuke. "And, I'm surprised. The kid went through a wall and he's just sleeping it all off. I'd probably have to be rushed to the hospital." Jak smiled at her joke as she bit off another chunk of her popsicle. She wondered what Daisuke had been through that this sort of thing wasn't as painful or that damaging. He was tougher than he looked, that was for sure, and his older self seemed even tougher than he was right now.

 It was crazy to think that this lunatic's father was Vector -Hajime, whatever. Jak couldn't care less, she just wanted to give him a sound thrashing, both for the festival and how he treated Daisuke. Dads weren't supposed to act like that. They were supposed to be caring and have your back no matter what. Not... whatever sort of monster Vector was. Jak would make sure he got what he had coming to him later, right now she needed to train to not hit herself in the face with the gun.
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Meanwhile, in a dark hotel room not that far away from the Vongola, someone was picking through social media, police cameras, and anything else they could get their hands on. The lights were off and the curtains were drawn, one could never be too careful when hunting a powerful mafia family after all. The fingers of the dark shape typed furiously, scanning for something, anything to help them find what they wanted. The noise was insane, the clicking of the keyboard and mouse continued for a minute, then stopped, clicked once more, and the shape stopped tapping at the keyboard.

"It's really amazing the type of things people will post on their Facebook, isn't it?" a voice, female, mumbled to herself. As she sat back in her chair, she drummed her fingers on the table.

The image displayed a red haired woman standing almost out of frame, talking on a cellphone. Further digging brought up an image of a boy crashing through town in his underwear and his hair was on fire? No, scratch that, he had a flame floating just in front of his forehead. It didn't take much more to figure out that he was Naoto Alato, and that he lived alone with his mother. There were bits about a father, but mostly silent.

"So, what are you up to Sonya...?" the figure muttered.