[b]"Boss is the best boss!"[/b] Daisuke exclaimed without hesitation, though for the first time, he was able to control how loud his voice was instead of shouting. It might have only been a day or two since he had met them, but already, the boy felt as if they were already his best friends. He had been overjoyed to leave the metropolis called New York; Italy was a beautiful country. It was a good thing that Miss Ottavio had given him Italian lessons back in America so that he could, well, speak the language. 

Daisuke thought back to one of their sessions, remembering when she had thrown a pineapple at his head for messing up words. [i]Such a fateful moment...[/i] Had his life been disgraced by the absence of how to say pineapple in Italian, he would not have been able to live with himself for the rest of eternity. [b]"Fields of pineapple~"[/b] he began to daydream for a moment before snapping back to attention.

Daisuke found himself standing between Cyril and Abby, smiling childishly. [b]"Come on, guys! Those Italian people won't find themselves!"[/b] he went back to scanning the remote area, until a realization clicked in his head, causing him to jump a little. [b]"Wait, how are we even supposed to find a huge crowd if there's so many of them and we don't even know what they look like?!"[/b] 

Continuing to think on it, Trespiano might have been a small town, but that did not mean that crowds were rare. Trespiano was in walking distance of Vendrello, which was a [i]huge[/i] city compared to New York City, and crowds of tourists walking about were not uncommon. What were the chances that the crowd across the street wasn't the crowd that they were actually looking for? Sure, the crowd must have been substantially larger, but... [b]"Argh! Too much thinking!"[/b]

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Michael mentally groaned, his bored eyes adrift towards the clouds above as his mind muffled out the small talk between the Mist and Rain candidates. He cursed himself for agreeing with the man's plan. He cursed himself for even deciding to go through with it in the end. He cursed himself for forcing himself to sit through all of this useless chatter. He cursed himself for being such a convincing liar. He had to pinch his thigh in order to contain the urge to draw his weapon and let loose a bit of Flames... [i]why the hell am I even cooperating with that Vongola man, anyway?[/i] The family had already removed itself from the alliance years ago, and yet, Vongola Decimo continued to try and support them. [i]Probably 'cause he wants us back. What a sad old man.[/i]

[i]That idiot. Does he not know that we're going to dominate them soon?[/i] Michael's own silence began to bother him, and so he turned to the computer freak that he could have and should have killed earlier. [i]Maybe, if I had pulled the trigger, I wouldn't be craving blood this much.[/i] [b]"Do you need help?"[/b] he feigned concern as he slowed down his pace to match hers, forcing himself to frown instead of cringe. He clicked his tongue upon seeing that she was already a bit out of breath. [b]"Here,"[/b] [i]Looks like I'm gonna have to wash myself when I get back,[/i] he thought as he stopped in front of Artemis and crouched. [b]"You seem tired. Get on my back."[/b]