Fionn waited for Ben’s reply when something hit his back. Once again, the blond haired boy seemed to leap into the air in surprise and fright. He even appeared to be trembling a bit more. He told himself that he had to man up, that he was a… well, [i]man[/i], not a mouse. And, supposedly, he was part of the mafia. That meant that there were people that were going to go after them, and they wouldn’t take kindly to him cowering at their feet. Hell, he didn’t even know how to fight… how was he going to go against the big guys? What was he even going to fight with? A stick? He didn’t know… and he didn’t want to find out any time soon. [i]I wish we would have stayed in Wales…[/i] he thought as he began to follow Naoto and Ben. [i]If I had stayed, I wouldn’t be in the mafia.[/i]

Naoto seemed to be leading their little group—he wasn’t surprised, he [i]was[/i] the boss of the whole family. Ben stayed behind with him, making him blink up at the other boy. Ben was more confident in what they were doing. He even went up against Sonya without an ounce of fear. Well… almost everyone did. Even if he wasn’t ignored, Fionn wasn’t sure he would have steeled his nerves and faced Sonya. He could only thank God that she had forgotten about him. Ben was questioning why didn’t he speak up during the training exercises the other day, and he frowned. [b]”I really don’t know how to fight, and I didn’t want to be beat up by Sonya.”[/b] he muttered, giving him a shrug. [b]”I rather train with someone that [i]won’t[/i] break my bones until I’m able to face her.”[/b]

Fionn sighed, lifting his orange colored eyes toward the streets again. He was only able to defend himself by tossing a few punches that didn’t even hurt when they made contact. He learned how to fight on his own, when he had been sick of being pushed around by his brothers. When they saw that he actually had the guts to fight, they left him alone… somewhat. Though, he was never crazy about fighting. That ugly, aggressive rush that washed over you once you actually took a stand against your enemies… it made him feel sick. It was probably because he wasn’t used to fighting… but that would no longer be an issue sooner or later. 

[b]”U-um… Naoto…”[/b] he tried to lift his voice so it could be loud enough to catch the boss’ attention. He wasn’t sure if the pink haired boy had heard him, but Fionn carried on with his tone of voice either way. [b]”Where… where exactly are we going? W-we can’t just be wandering around in circles…”[/b]

[i]More like where exactly would Prospero put a large crowd of people…[/i]