Solace

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Who knows.
:D

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So uh...

I'm absolutely addicted to the music that I've picked out for this shiz
get to the next arc already you fools

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I was used to being the youngest person in everything I did.
Now, I can't do that anymore. I WOULD'VE been the youngest one here if it were not for Duss and his birthday which is like five days after mine. damn you scumbag

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Goodie.
My birthday is in five days. Turning seventeen.
To think I started on RPG when I was thirteen. grumblegrumble

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No need to feel bad about that. There'll be more things to feel bad about that are coming.

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I didn't actually intend on Daisuke's part to be so negative, it kind of just happened. ;-;

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Michael ran a hand through his hair, sighing in relief. "Whew..." he breathed, switching to Italian.. "I thought you were all serious for a moment! I've seen so many rumors on forums about the mafia being heavily situated in the nearby city, too, and I got especially scared when I wandered off from my tourist group and realized that they left already..."

The boy wondered how long he would remain incognito. Sure, the mission had been to locate and eliminate the straggler from the family, but his mission was to locate and eliminate all of the candidates. Killing just one of them was not enough to satisfy his lust for blood, even if it was the thing that he needed to do in order to become the boss. Why kill just the Storm candidate when you could rid of the entire Vongola Famiglia right then and there?

"And crap, I don't even have my cell phone!" Michael smacked his own forehead after digging into his pocket and sifting through for one that was nonexistent, groaning. For however long it took for him to exploit an obvious weakness in this group, was however long he would remain in this disguise. That, or however long it took for that Vongola dog to initiate their part of the plan. He wondered why the Vongola was helping him with his plan in the first place; the one knew exactly what his intentions were, and yet, they were still eager to help him in killing the Storm candidate. The true face of the Vongola... a bunch of hypocrites, that's what.

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"I love you!" Daisuke chimed as Jak released him from the dark of the cavernous prison, taking her hand and pulling himself up. He dusted his clothes off before slamming the trapdoor shut, smiling widely. "No more problems from now on! I promise!'

Though, Daisuke felt a wave of dejection sweep over him as his genuine smile slowly died out and was replaced by an empty one. He usually never felt any emotions of sadness or sorrow, but it happened every now and then whenever he said certain things; it incited memories of the past to emerge from the depths of his mind, and those memories had been locked away for a reason.

"When are you gonna be home, dad?"

"How long are you leaving this time?"

"I'm sorry, sir... I didn't mean to make you mad."

"I promise I won't hurt other kids anymore."

"I won't be a problem kid anymore, sir."

Daisuke wondered if his father hated him for being so annoying. After they left Japan and started living in America, his dad became a stranger to him. He started to leave for business trips that started off as only days, until they began stretching to weeks and weeks. The only two consistencies were his dad's short amounts of time home, and the anger that he felt towards him. The truth was that his family was gone; mom, dad, brother. All of them. Four years of happiness, ten years of a lie.

Even after making a lot of friends in America, Daisuke felt alone. For every friend he made, a bully followed. In America, if you were not Caucasian or you did not look the part, it was a living hell. He was one of those kids that, despite claiming to lead such a happy and normal life, suffered through that kind of torment every single day. Some called him the product of a failed system, others told him to go back to China. It was all equally demoralizing as it was derogatory.

Daisuke's eyes flickered back to life as he snapped out of his trance, blinking rapidly as his senses reestablished themselves. His eyes felt warm, prompting him to raise a hand to his face in order to wipe them as he turned back to Jak. "Let's keep searching for Naoto."

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5'11 - as tall as Hajime
The second tallest would be Ben at 5'8

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THE WEEK BEFORE (CONTINUED)

"What is your opinion on your individual selections of the eleventh generation candidates, Hajime?"

Hajime sighed as he took another puff from his cigarette, dismantling the stick of lung cancer into the ashtray and disposing of it. "Well, I've already told you about Naoto Alato. Unworthy contender, but he's the only person who somehow possesses Vongola blood..."

"Cyril Leggieri, Storm. I've met the boy personally on several accounts, but I doubt that he will recall my identity. He's practically a walking, talking Gokudera with no Japanese blood and hair that is not like an octopus," the man joked momentarily before returning to his analysis.

"Though, I believe that he is a more suitable selection over your pick, also the one who will taint the Vongola Famiglia's name with blood like it was in the past."

Tsuna nodded, taking this into consideration as Hajime continued. "Jakkie Dafne, Rain. What's there not to like about her? It was the only selection that you and I agreed on without argument, so you can answer that with your own intuition."

"Unless, she thinks that everything is a role-playing game like Yamamoto did," the two laughed briefly.

"Fionn Breckenridge, Sun," Hajime cleared his throat, hearing footsteps from the hallway just outside of the meeting room. "Might not be as bright as the sun is, but smarter than that American cheerleader you picked that went to school with my son."

"Whoa, whoa-"

"Not being sexist. I'm just saying," Hajime raised his hands up as if he were signaling that he was not guilty of anything. He cupped them together at the surface of the long mahogany table, coughing. "Then, there's my son. Daisuke Honda, Lightning."

Tsuna frowned at the mention of the candidate. "Are you still certain that-"

"Yes," Hajime interrupted Tsuna, apologizing shortly after. "I am not saying this because I'm his father. I'm saying this because it is what I have theorized."

Hajime took a breathe before continuing. "In my opinion, he has the most potential out of the entire guardian candidates, and though I'm sure you remember how Lambo was a five-year old back in the day, you may also recall how that same annoying five-year old has become the third strongest Guardian underneath you and Hibari. And, given how the Vongola Rings are prophesied..."

"The Clam passes down its form from generation to generation," Tsuna added to Hajime's clarification.

"... My son has the potential to become an even greater Lightning Guardian than Lambo himself. The only question remains is if he has the heart and mindset to do it, but he will. I'll make a man out of him."

Tsuna considered Hajime's theory, nodding. "I'll leave that to you, then."

"Now for Benjamin Silva, Cloud," Hajime seemed to be a bit bothered after bringing up the name. "Do not get me wrong, I don't know the kid personally, but from my records and previous observations prior, this kid is not cut out for the role as the Cloud Guardian."

Hajime wiped his tired eyes, looking back at Tsuna. "Once Hibari is well and he finds out that this Silva kid is his supposed successor, he is going to beat the hell out of him. You remember how the version of Hibari in that alternate timeline nearly killed you just to initiate your trial of acceptance as Vongola Decimo prematurely."

"But, I'm still here, and I was able to correct everything in the timeline because of the power I got from that, thanks to him." Tsuna replied.

Hajime sighed. "Still, Benjamin Silva is no Tsunayoshi Sawada or Hibari Kyoya. He may be your selection, and I may not have a contrary selection because no one is worthy enough in my opinion, but take my warning about Hibari into consideration."

Tsuna smiled. "There's no need for that; I'm no exception when it comes to knowing Hibari for a long time, now."

"Reminds me of the time he beat me up for skipping class on the roof," Hajime shook his head at the bad memory. "At any rate, there's Prospero Merlin, Mist; I never liked those types of Flames. It's always the freaks that use them, and illusionists bother the hell out of me."

Tsuna seemed to groan in relief, as if someone had finally agreed with him. "Though he is my selection, I agree with you; I'm not a huge fan of illusionists. Prospero Merlin reminds me too much of... Ginger Bread. And I absolutely hated Ginger Bread."

"Not only that, but it just seems like all Mist Flame users are illusionists to some extent - even Genkishit was one!"

"Oh, but I'm not an illusionist, Hajime Honda," a new voice spoke up as the door to the meeting room opened just as brisk as it closed gently. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Vongola Decimo. I see you are faring better than the others."

"Ah, Howlite. Sit down, please." Tsuna said as Hajime gritted his teeth and looked down into his reflection upon the table.

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Ugh... ten minutes since I put this disguise together, and ten minutes more than I can bear with it.

Though, Michael was a superb actor; it was not difficult to fake emotions in the face of others. Average people did it all of the time throughout their days, pretending to be all happy and jolly, yet, on the inside, truly wish that they could just wring the neck of the person they were speaking to.

That was the exact same feeling that Michael was going through. He could not stand any of them, especially the bitch standing in front of him and the Lightning Guardian. Who the hell with a sane mind decided to pick that retarded kid anyway? And I thought the tenth generation guardian was bad enough... Feigning confusion, Michael pulled back and soon realized that he was the tallest person in the group. Not that he cared, of course; it was just something that he noticed. God, I hate being aware of everything. "I have no idea what you are talking about," Michael told Artemis as he scratched his head, her explanation confirming his suspicion of her having provided him with old information.

Good thing I can pick up her scent from a country away. "You're all part of the mafia, and there's some assassin after you all?" Michael repeated Artemis' words, still unable to register what she said as a valid response. "If you're all mafia, shouldn't you be the ones to.. you know, be the assassins? I mean, I've played enough video games and seen enough movies to know that the mafia are no good..."

The one thing that interested Michael was when Artemis said that she had been delving into information about Dying Will Flames. Ah, yes, the glorious wonder of the mafia underworld. The general public, even after decades of their discovery, were still ignorant to their existence. After Tsunayoshi Sawada had officially taken his position as Vongola Decimo, the boss of the leading mafia family in the entire world, he placed strict prohibitions on the usage of Dying Will Flames for non-conventional purposes, almost like the prohibition of alcohol nearly a whole century from this day in the past-- oh my fucking god, now I'm thinking about American things.

Though many agreed to ratify this new law in accordance to Decimo's wish to mitigate violence and the abuse of Boxes, there were also many that came to oppose it; including his own, which had risen to become the second strongest mafia in the world after detaching itself from the Vongola Famiglia and he paid a visit to just about every other family to... speak to their candidates. Michael laughed nervously, smiling slightly as if to hide his fear which truly did not exist. "B-but, hey... funny joke, right?"

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Sorry for being a lazy Asian everyone
my sleeping schedule's messed up and I've kinda been burned out on the current stuff going on in the IC since I've been focusing hard on things to come
but uh I'll do something about it I guess

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EDIT AFTER IC POST: I'll add Daisuke's part in my next post, since I think the book is long enough at 7893 characters. >_>