Fionn’s apprehension was almost killing him. Tears were welling up in his eyes, but he held back from crying. There was no way that he could embarrass himself like that. He was pretty sure that the Guardians would tease him for crying like a baby, and if that happened, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to actually meet up with them again. The Welsh boy was extremely shy and would rather keep to himself than go out and interact with people who probably disliked him and thought that he was weak. But Fionn was beginning to like the little ragtag group of teenagers who were supposedly part of the mafia. He would be disappointed if they only thought of him as a wailing and useless child.

Naoto and the past Hajime seemed like they were about to get into a fight. Hajime was [i]much[/i] more experienced than the pink haired “Eleventh Generation Boss of the Vongola”. He would probably beat Naoto into the ground before he could say anything else. [i]He’s going to get seriously hurt if he doesn’t back down.[/i] he thought, thinking about talking Naoto into shutting up and getting back on the monkey bars. Thankfully, past Hajime was suddenly shrouded in mist of sweet smelling pink smoke. The smell made his stomach growl in protest, reminding Fionn of his empty stomach. [i]Why couldn’t Sonya have let us eat first?[/i] 

The cloud of smoke dispersed and revealed a bloodied Hajime who crumpled to the ground. Fionn paled as he looked over the poor man, growing nauseous at the sight of the crimson streaking over Hajime’s body. [i]I’ve never seen so much blood… and yet, he’s almost unfazed by his wounds.[/i] At the very least, he was impressed. If he had received only one of those wounds, Fionn was sure that he would surrender on the spot. They looked incredibly painful… [i]I guess I have to get used to seeing this kind of stuff if I’m part of the mafia.[/i] he told himself. [i]But I don’t want to see any of the Guardians in that sort of situation… which is why I have to do my best at training if I want to defend them.[/i]

However, his body didn’t exactly agree with him at the moment. His legs slipped from the monkeybars, making Fionn plummet to the ground with a loud yelp. Luckily, he avoided falling on his head and landed on his back with a loud [i]thud[/i]. Pain spread all over his body like wildfire, making Fionn groan loudly. It even hurt to breathe… [b]”Owww…”[/b] he whined, the tears returning to his eyes. This time, he actually allowed him to cry. Tears streamed down his face as he forced himself to sit up. He raised a hand to wipe the tears away, hoping that no one noticed that he was crying. [b]”That hurt…”[/b]