[b]"Okay, what the fu-"[/b] Michael began to freak out in English over the appearance of the midget and other kid, both of whom he recognized. Though the Sky candidate did not truly grab too much of his attention due to the fact that the soccer head was painfully average and nothing special, seeing the magician kid after his father kicked the bucket was about just as much excitement as watching paint dry. He always hated illusionists and their cheap tricks; then again, weaklings who didn't know how to truly fight resorted to said cheap tricks. They lacked the strength to fight with their own hands.

Michael fell back and pointed to Prospero, gasping as he exclaimed in Italian, [b]"What are you talking about didn't work?! You and him just appeared out of nowhere!"[/b] Both of his hands ran through his hair, now messy from the previous acts of ruffling. [b]"Does that mean you're an [i]actual[/i] assassin?! I thought it was some game!"[/b]

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Daisuke had been about to hop off of the stage when Jak stopped him and said that they would have each others' backs, followed by the offer of a pinky promise. [b]"Sure!"[/b] His face lit up and he extended his own to seal the deal, though his response fell short when Naoto and the magician returned. He was happy, though, and it was able to at least restore his smile. He raced off the stage and his eyes trailed up and down the body of the boss, checking to see if he was injured.

[b]"I'm so glad you're safe!"[/b] Daisuke said, his arms wrapping around Naoto for a quick hug before he walked over to Michael, who was paralyzed in disbelief on the floor. The boy grabbed Michael's pointed finger and tried to pull him back to his feet, though Michael was much heavier than he thought. [i]Jeez, does this guy lift pineapples?![/i] he thought as he continued to try with as much strength as he could muster, to no avail. His hands soon slipped from around Michael's finger, and he stumbled back.

Daisuke was quick to answer Michael's allegations and the magician's confusion about Michael. [b]"No, no, no!"[/b] he waved his hands up and down, a nervous smile on his face. [b]"This is my American friend, Michael! He came here a few minutes after you poofed everyone and he's lost right now!"[/b]

[b]"Who are they, then?"[/b] Michael replied, tilting his head.

[b]"He's the boss of the game we're playing,"[/b] Daisuke pointed to Naoto, with Michael seemingly unconvinced. [b]"Then, this is the magician that poofed everyone..."[/b] he slowly turned towards Prospero, his expression now filled with enthusiasm as his explanation quickly changed to the plea of a diehard fan. [b]"And I am your biggest fan! Can I have your autograph?"[/b]

[i]This kid is really annoying...[/i]

Michael sighed, standing back up. [i]And I have to stay at one of their houses, as well... and this kid seems to be the only one with the least amount of suspicion... just fucking great.[/i] [b]"I'm so lost on this whole ordeal,"[/b] he shook his head and spoke in English towards Artemis and Abby, frowning as they were the only other two who seemed to understand English around these parts. [i]Damn that Vongola rat for making me stick to his plan and having to wait it out until the 'time is right' - I could've killed them all right here where they're all gathered together.[/i] [b]"At this rate, I don't think I'll ever find my way through this town."[/b]