Honestly, Fionn didn’t expect anyone to come rushing over to his side. He believed that the Guardians were going to laugh at him and tell him that he was just one big baby. The thought made more tears come to his eyes, but he held himself back from crying any more. However, Ben, Jak, and Abby ran over to him. The Cloud Guardian spoke up first, telling him that he could have just gotten off the bars due to the fact that Naoto had dropped off of the bars before him. [i]Oh yeah. That’s true…[/i] He glanced up at Ben, wiping the tears from his eyes. [b]”Yeah…”[/b] he began to push himself off the ground, wincing in pain, before Abby asked if he was alright. [b]”Well, my spine’s not broken… so I guess I am.”[/b] 
 
As soon as Naoto dropped from the bars, so did Cyril. The dark haired boy was curious about the younger Hajime, but he decided against confronting him. It was obvious that he was much more experienced than he was. Naoto was too rash; why couldn’t the Eleventh Generation boss have just studied the new arrival before he rushed to defend Artemis? Luckily, the younger version of Hajime vanished in a cloud of rose colored smoke before he could harm the Sky Guardian. The smoke dispersed after a few moments and revealed a heavily wounded older Hajime. The man didn’t seem fazed by his wounds at all. [i]He’s used to being injured. He’s been in the mafia for longer than we have, after all.[/i]
 
[b]”Naoto’s right.”[/b] Cyril said as he turned to Sonya. [b]”We should train instead of hanging upside down from monkeybars. But I’m pretty sure that everyone’s too tired to train now. We should go home and rest before training again.”[/b] 
 
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Trespiano was beautiful at night. The sky was like a black canvas littered with diamonds. The full moon hung lazily in the midst of the stars. Now that most of the citizens of the tiny town were asleep, one could hear the crashing of the waves on the shore. Cyril loved when it was nighttime in Trespiano. It was his sanctuary—somewhere where he could think to himself. He also liked to spend some time away from his aunt. She needed her space, too. And frankly, even he got sick of her at times. 
 
He supposed that he was lucky that Sonya had let the Guardians roam free for the rest of the day. She told them that they would meet up again the next day somewhere, but Cyril didn’t really know where. The boy was more focused on leaving the group and spending time by himself. He would spend time with them tomorrow. Maybe he would apologize for being a jerk and get them coffee or something. Then again… if he did, something would probably go wrong and he would be pulling his hair out by the end of the day.
 
Cyril finally decided to go home. It was late and his aunt was probably worried. She was sure to give him quite a tongue lashing when she saw him. [i]Oh well.[/i] he thought, walking down a rather familiar street. It was a rather quiet road, lined with small houses and little gardens. His neighbors often kept to themselves, tending to their rose bushes and the like. His aunt had started to garden when she saw that her friends were doing so, and now she was always buying flower seeds and mulch and the like. It made him happy to see her doing something that she loved. 
 
The dark haired boy walked up the stairs to his home and to the front door. [i]It’s nice to be back. I can finally rest.[/i] he thought, pushing open the door and entering the house. His aunt would still be up and in the kitchen, making herself a snack. Cyril went over to the kitchen to greet her, but instead of finding her there, he saw that the kitchen was empty and dark. Used plates were on the table. [i]That’s strange… she wouldn't just leave the kitchen like that.[/i] Cyril checked the fridge to see if anything was left for him, but most of the food was gone. [i]She would have left something for me, too...[/i]

[b]”Auntie?”[/b] he called, making his way out of the kitchen and down the hall. He checked the living room, and then the bathroom. The bathroom stunk horribly and someone forgot to flush the toilet, but in the end, she wasn’t there, either. [i]Where could she be?[/i]
 
Maybe she had gone upstairs to her bedroom. But why would she leave the door open if she had gone to bed? [i]Something’s up.[/i] he thought as he made his way up to the bedrooms. [i]She wouldn’t just leave the front door open like that. Especially since I have a pair of keys.[/i]
 
Cyril trotted up the rest of the stairs and jogged to the door of his aunt’s bedroom. As he expected, no one was there, but he spotted a sheet of paper laying on the messy sheets and clothes strewn over the floor. His heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest as he walked up to the sheet of paper. He felt himself grab at the paper, but even then, he did not feel it against his hands. All he was concentrated on was what could have happened to his aunt. His eyes began to skim the letter, his fingers tightly gripping at the edges.
 
[quote]Dear Cyril,

Okay, seriously, why am I writing A LETTER? It's 2032 for christ sakes. You woulda thought paper and pencils wouldn't exist with all the technology the world got, but nope, government thinks that kids actually want to learn if they're actually using them over technology... then again, I do feel for them a bit; if I had a tablet in a classroom and the teach wasn't looking, I'd be helping myself to some hot chicks or games or some shit.

Oh fuck, I forgot I was still writing this. Uh... hey! Now, you might have noticed that something in your house is missing... or someone. Oh, by the way, your milk went bad two days ago. Just saying. And I ate the rest of that meatloaf as well, but it came out like five minutes later, so uh... make sure to use the air freshener when you go to the can. I also happened to notice that your family believes in the invisible fat man in the sky... well, long story short, I took a big brown angel. Also, no drinks?! Aren't you like, going into high school or some shit?! God damn! I pity da fool!

Fuck. Trailed off again. Okay. Focus. Breathe. Woo. Okay, got it. Okay. ANYWAY. You might have noticed that your house is a little different, and someone is missing. Yes, your aunt... well, forgot her name, but your aunt nonetheless. I had a little help from someone special in the Vongola, and you know who? The boss helped me arranged all of this. So you can thank him for me before you come after me. That is, if you do come. If I were you, I'd be shitting bricks too, but unfortunately for you, I'm the dude behind the gun, and you're the one who's in front of it.

Back to the point, Cyril. You might recall a certain famiglia that you left years ago... no? Does the word 'Birra' ring a bell? No, not beer, you don't have any. Do I need to spell it out for you? Wait, I'm writing. I forgot, I DID spell it out for you. Shit. Well, there you have it. Yes, Cyril, I'm from the Birra Famiglia, and I have one mission; make sure I bring back some part of your body as proof that I killed you.

But don't think I don't know what you look like. I mean, with all the tech, it's pretty easy to trace footsteps, but I say it's just my sheer awesomeness as a hitman. That doesn't mean you haven't seen me, either, though... shamefully, you have seen me. Remember Michael? That tall, handsome Americunt? Yep. That was me. But dude... real talk... HOW IS THAT ANNOYING WAPANESE KID TALLER THAN YOU BY AN INCH? What was his name... Daisuck? The Rightning Guardian? Jesus man!

Now, I might sound a little threatening, I know, but take it from my point of view. I feel bad for you, man. You ain't cut out for this mafia business, but you were brought in by that-- wait, I had a Daisuck moment.. or was it Daisuke? Whatever, fuck Japanese names. I forgot you were born right into the Birra, so you were in the mafia from the start, so no need to blame the Vongola for that. Only need to be angry at your dad for producing you and your mommy for not swallowing you.

Man, your fridge is literally empty. Does your aunt go grocery shopping once a week or something? No wonder why you're shorter than that Wapanese kid. Nutrition's important, dude. I know that and I dropped outta school years ago. That's pretty sad, but whatever. This generation of kids is fucking retarded, anyway; boy-band loving moms and fat people really fucked it up for us in the 1990s and 2010s. God damn Americunts. If I was in charge, I would make it illegal to be overweight. Maybe that'll solve our fuckin' issues. Then again, I already make a living out of killing people, so who the fuck needs to be a president or whatever to do that?

Now, I can't help but notice that you're still reading this letter. I know, I know... but I'm only into girls. Instead of reading, I would be, uh, training? What do those clams do these days when something like this happens? I'm pretty sure you get hit by a train or two? I don't know? Nah, I'm just kidding... but for real, you really don't need any. It's not gonna help you or me at all. Just gonna make the inevitable prolonged, man. I just want to leave this shitty excuse for a town, already. It's full of rats, and it smells like the shit in your toilet that won't flush.

Okay, I'm done with this letter. Just so you know, I'm by myself, because I'm strong enough to kill all of you in time to be back home for dinner. I'll be at that fancy school building that you'll be going to in the fall for god knows how long you'll take to get here. Your aunt for your life. Don't worry, there'll be no witnesses, I already paid a visit to the school and gave the janitors the salary of their lives... if you catch my drift. But anyway, go plunge that toilet and stock that fridge okay bye

Fuck signatures
Bill Clinton[/quote]

It was almost too much for him to handle. Each insult that he came across in the letter was like a slap to the face. But there were more important things at hand. Someone had taken his aunt against her will. She could be dead or seriously injured. [i]What do I do?[/i] he thought to himself as he ran out of the bedroom and back down the stairs. His neighbor had moved in just recently, but she had to know something, right? He jogged over to her door and knocked a few times before she finally opened it. He asked if she had seen or heard anything suspicious, but she answered that she hadn't. [I]Well, crap. Where do I go now?[/i] Without thinking, Cyril ran down the path he had traveled down a few minutes before. [i]I have to get help. I can’t wait until morning. There has to be [b]someone[/b] that can help, right?[/i]
 
He could to go Daisuke’s place. Or Jak’s. Whoever’s house was closer. The boy ran the rest of the way down the street and rounded a corner. He knew that one of the Guardians lived around there, but he didn’t know who. [i]I don’t care. I’ll beg for that Asian’s help if I have to.[/i] 
 
Cyril ran up to the door of Daisuke's house and knocked vigorously. [i]He has to wake up.[/i] he told himself. [i]I’ll knock all night. I won’t leave. He just has to hurry up.[/i] Grinding his teeth, he knocked again. Maybe he was wasting his time and should go somewhere else. But then again, maybe he was on his way to the door. He felt himself begin to tremble and his eyes burned. [i]Please! Just hurry up![/i]