"I'm leaving now grandpa!" Abby shouted as she scrambled down the stairs and towards the front door. The sooner she was out of that farm house, the less likely she'd be given some mundane, dumb errand to run. However, waiting for her in the foyer was the crotchety old man himself. She halted to a halt at the bottom step.

"You've been going out a lot." Lorenzo stated.

"Yeah, I made friends." Abby replied while thinking up excuses in the back of her mind. She really didn't want to go on another grocery run.

"Who are they?"

"Uh... I don't think you know them."

"I've been living here for over 40 years. I'm sure I know who you'll be talking about."

"Why do you need to know though?"

"I need to update your parents on your progress." Abby's eyes widened in surprise. This was the first time in weeks she'd heard a peep from them. Has her grandfather been talking about her to them behind her back? She became a little concerned at these news. There was no way her parents would be okay with her being in the mafia. Or training to be a part of it.

"Oh... Um, okay."

"So talk; who are you hanging out with every day?"

"Well there's Naoto, Cyril, Fionn, Benjamin, Jakki, Daisuke, and... I guess this new girl named Artemis and Prospero, that magician boy." Her father stayed silent, possibly trying to match faces with names. She hoped that none of her new friends already had bad reputations before becoming a part of Vongola. Finally, Lorenzo spoke.

"Okay, you can go now." He stated as he stepped out of her way. Abby grinned and sprinted for the door. But the moment she stepped outside, her grandfather stuck a piece of paper in her face.

"By the way, get the stuff on this list before you come home tonight."

"Oh c'mon!" 

"No complaining. And remember, you don't get our groceries, you don't get to come home." Her grandfather then slammed the door and locked it, ending the conversation right there. Abby groaned and crumpled the tiny slip of paper in her hands before stuffing it in her pocket. He was so damn incorrigible. Deciding to deal with the stupid groceries later, Abby strolled down her street and headed for Naoto's house. It was rather surprising that she'd already memorized a good number of the streets in Trespiano after only a few weeks. She's gotten so use to the quaint little town that she almost didn't miss the bustling life of New York City. [i]Almost[/i].

On her walk, she turned a corner and saw an irritated pink-haired boy. Abby was about to call out to him but stopped short when she saw a small, masked boy sneakily trailing after him moments later. The blond giggle at the silly sight and hurried down the street she was already on to catch up to Naoto without alerting Prospero. 

"Hey Naoto!" She greeted cheerfully once she passed the next corner and saw the pink-haired boy again, "You know there's a little caped rascal following you."

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Sonya strode down the cobblestone streets of Trespiano, content with the delicious breakfast Miku had made her earlier that morning. She had been up at the crack of dawn, doing her usual morning routine that included cleaning her guns and weapons, a nice relaxing shower, and sparring against the large punching back she had sent all the way from her old home near the Vongola headquarters. She was glad that the Alato household had a room that held all her things. When she first got assigned as the tutor, she was apprehensive at the idea of staying at her protege's home, even if it was tradition. Thankfully, Miku had more than enough room to spare and Sonya enjoyed the small town feel of Trespiano more than she had expected. It also helped that a certain cafe in town served the best cappuccinos she ever tasted.

Heading toward that said cafe to get her daily fix of caffeine, the Russian woman briefly thought about the text she had received last night from Vector. It didn't say much, just asking to meet with him somewhere in a location he would disclose some time this morning but receiving such a vague message was quite strange. Hajime was known for his punctual messages, ensuring that it was always short and to the point. Yet last night's message lacked important information. She wondered what was going on.

As she thought about what Hajime needed to tell her, Sonya turned a corner and suddenly bumped into a short figure. She kept steady but it didn't seem like the other person was able to as he fell butt first onto the ground. "Oh, I'm sorry..." She trailed off when she saw that she had knocked over the other candidate for the Sun Guardian. She raised an eyebrow and looked over the teen. She had almost no data on him, seeing as she overlooked the boy quite often. That in itself was weird seeing as almost nothing could escape Sonya's keen perception. Was this boy so unassuming that he could simply hide in plain sight? It was a talent, albeit a bit sad, but still a talent nonetheless. Traditionally, the Sun Guardian wasn't one for stealth and she wondered if he really was supposed to be a candidate for that position. 

"Fionn. Good morning." She finally greeted, although her face and voice did little to project any warmth into the greeting.