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The rapier retracted from Sonya Dmitriev's neck as Hajime recalled the weapon back to its box, dusting off his suit and readjusting his tie. "Fair enough. My name is Hajime Honda, External Advisor of the Vongola Famiglia and Eleventh Leader of CEDEF," he spoke of his status flat with disinterest, his glare remaining dismissive. While it was true that one of the orders of business that Tsuna requested was to locate Sonya Dmitriev, he personally detested those Russian mafioso associated with Mikhail Rusakova.
"I have been entrusted with the task of locating you, Sonya Dmitriev, by the Tsunayoshi Sawada of ten years in the past." Hajime reached into his pocket and pulled out a photograph, his eyes running back and forth between the picture and Sonya herself. "I'm unsure as to why I have been instructed to search for you, but I've no intention in cooperating with a criminal." He squinted as he pieced the differences from the similarities before concluding, "Though, you certainly did mature over the course of ten years."
Twenty years ago, that Russian had been a key factor that lead to the casualties of numerous Vongola and Vongola-affiliated men during the Scouring. Hajime would never forget the long year of international conflict between major criminal syndicates, and when the Vongola Famiglia had stepped in to quell the violence, they had only been forced to retaliate with force as means of suppression and self-defense when their demands for peace had not been heeded. It had been among the first enactments that Tsuna had made as Vongola Decimo, but the same decision to involve the family in such an event had come at the cost of his father's life. It was soon that, after the grandest of the conflict came to an end with no true victor, he was initiated as the eleventh leader of CEDEF at seventeen years old.
Hajime frowned slightly as he sighed, frustrated with how much he ended up failing the Vongola with his 'betrayal' during the Yakuza operation. He turned to where the children hung from their feet along the makeshift monkey bars, watching with curiosity as he quietly mumbled random facts about the human body being suspended upside down. He did not question why they were... however they were, but... if this were truly the home of Naoto Alato, the supposed eleventh boss candidate of the Vongola... did this mean that all of those children were candidates as well? Did that mean that Sonya Dmitriev was their... tutor? Was this the reason why he had to find her?
"Dad!"
Hajime's face ran expressionless as his eyes laid upon his shirtless son. He hadn't paid much, if any, attention to the children handing from the monkey bars, but once he did, he saw that he could recognize two of their faces. If it was true that these were all of the eleventh generation candidates, then that meant that Cyril Leggieri and Fionn Breckenridge were also present among those children. "Daisuke," he whispered as he shook his head, looking down at the ground. This was not been how he wanted to meet his son from ten years in the future for the first time.
"Interesting torture method," Hajime proceeded to change the thought flow within his mind; everything about his objective in the past had been made clear, now, and he was certain that his premonitions were accurate to some degree.
"Dad!!" Daisuke shouted for a second time, louder than the previous attempt to gain his attention. "Hurry! Seduce the scary woman and make her stop all of this blasphemy!"
Every compliment draws a criticism. "May I suggest another more effective approach of this method?"
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I wait for those who've not posted.
But if they don't by tonight, then I will. >_>
But if they don't by tonight, then I will. >_>
Blade, you forgot to react to Hajime and all. But it's cool!
I'll have a post up soon or something since I don't have anything else to do
I'll have a post up soon or something since I don't have anything else to do
wat
It wasn't so much the murderous intent that he has now, it was an extreme childish rendition of inferiority and 'not being the favorite'
but yeah Vincente is a pretty fucked up person
as you'll see in like ten posts
but yeah Vincente is a pretty fucked up person
as you'll see in like ten posts
yes.
To think that this kid killed his own brother at four years old. Tch.
Don't, uh, make Sonya automatically fight Hajime or anything plox. I wouldn't recommend it and I don't want to see that she somehow disarms him or something >_>
It's his past self who traveled into the future (which is the present).
You'll get more confused once we reach the actual arcs of the future
You'll get more confused once we reach the actual arcs of the future
It was not long before Daisuke found himself suspended ten feet from the ground, whirling about in a frenzy.
"Waahhh!" the boy cried as he swung from side to side, tapping against the shoulders of Fionn and Naoto. He ran his hands through his hair as he continued to flail about, his head pounding as it seemed to bloat. "I can't feel my legs! It's like... it's like..." he whined, his arms hanging downward as he balled a fist and shook it towards Sonya's direction.. "Curse you, scary woman! You might have thwarted our defense, but without us, you'll be defenseless when they come to invade!"
Daisuke was unable to think properly, the ache in his legs and a searing headache prevented his attempts. He recalled that the scary woman ordered them to, for their failure in locating the missing crowd, stay hanging for half an hour, and if any of them fell before the half hour mark, she would restart the time. But, if I get down... I can make a run for it!
"This is child abuse! This... this isn't fair!" Daisuke started to actually cry a little, his eyes beginning to water up. He had already taken off his shirt after being bothered by how it entrapped his head in a prison of darkness. He was initially embarrassed without his shirt, though after ten minutes had passed and he began sweating as his body temperature rose, he pretended that he was at the beach.
"Hey, you! Uh... Girl who speaks English!" Daisuke called out to Artemis, a desperate smile on his face. "I'll take you out to eat! I'll take you to a movie! Please! Help!"
Vincente Cleto was more than happy that he had finally been left on his own. After having to shower himself twice after interacting with that Artemis and the Vongola Guardian candidates, he had received the signal to initiate the plan. Though, he was careful to be wary of his surroundings; this could have easily been a trap set by the Vongola in an effort to subdue him, or worse; eliminate him. He knew the truth that those dogs would not have hesitated to carry out such a task, but if they were actually going through with this plot, then they were even worse than he was.
"Hmm..." Vincente squinted down at his cell phone as he carefully watched his positioning on his tracker. "The house.. it should be right..." he trotted down the sidewalk rather hastily until he came upon the destination, his phone blaring an alert to notify him of his arrival. "... here." He threw the device into his pocket and, out of view from any peasants, lifted his hand out with a cigarette between his fingers. He flicked his opposite hand across the end of the lung cancer stick, releasing too many Storm Flames as he ended up lighting the entire cigarette. "Fuckin' hell," he cursed, taking a huff from the flaming stick anyway and walking up to the front door.
Vincente exhaled deeply into the hallway as the unsurprising fact of the door swinging open willingly allowed a smirk to curl at his lips. He slowly walked all throughout the house, passing by a number of portraits containing a woman and a young Cyril Leggieri while continuing to smoke all throughout. "I guess I'll just help myself for a little," he yawned, his trek leading into the kitchen as he began to raid their fridge. He was disappointed to find nothing of interest. "Jeez, no booze or nothin'. This kid really lives a sheltered life with his auntie."
Oh well. No time to slack, 'neways. Time to get to business.
Vincente cracked his knuckles together, strolling through the hall and up the stairs to the second floor. His head peered into the first room that he saw, seeing that it belonged to Mister Cyril Leggieri himself. Nope, not here. Probably hanging out with those other Vongola kids. He retracted and pulled back towards the next room, casually opening the door to see a sleeping figure in the bed. "Bingo," he muttered upon identifying the figure as his target, seeing that the plan was a go.
The woman, otherwise known as Velia Leggieri or Cyril's aunt, was knocked out. Her clothes were sprawled across the otherwise-tidy room, the window of the room allowing a slight breeze to enter as Vincente drew his gun. At that moment, he saw Velia begin to move in her sleep, showing signs of awakening. His smirk grew wider as he exhaled, tossing the cigarette to his feet and crushing it.
"Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty."
A twenty-six year old Hajime curiously wandered throughout Trespiano, one hand pocketed and another wrapped around his chin in observation of his surroundings. He had been prepared to leave for an emergency meeting with Tsuna and the Guardians, and had been about to leave his 'home' in New York until his four-year old son got his hands on one of his equipment-- the Ten Year Bazooka-- and he ended up at the end of its barrel. "Daisuke needs to be disciplined," he spoke to himself as he sighed, unsure of where he was even going. He was familiar with Trespiano, but... the Trespiano from ten years into the future? The town certainly got bigger, is all I have to say.
(since the specific location was not disclosed, I will come up with a placeholder location as to where the punishment is taking place)
It wasn't long before Hajime found himself standing before the home of Naoto Alato; he remembered the address well from the last emergency meeting. Apparently, there was a descendant of one of the Vongola bosses who was to be considered as the eleventh boss candidate of the Vongola Famiglia. He himself couldn't believe it, and he had sighed in relief when Tsuna admitted that it was not his doing. As much as he would grace him if he had a child, he just couldn't imagine Tsuna being a father after all that they had gone through.
Hajime looked around to make sure that the coast was clear, activating his Dying Will Flame Boots. He quickly leaped into the air and planted his feet firmly onto the roof of the house, walking towards the backyard as the top outline of... monkey bars came into view? "What," he scratched his head as he looked down at the scene, seeing a bunch of kids hanging upside down from the monkey bars. He saw a girl intently focused on her electronics, and beside the girl... "Sonya Dmitriev!"
Hajime gritted his teeth as he shouted out the red-haired criminal, jumping down from the roof and landing a few feet to her right. His expression hardened as he stood upright, reaching his Box and slamming his ring into the socket under a second as he summoned his rapier, propelling himself forward with a single step as he raised it to Sonya's neck, the electronics girl sitting just underneath the rapier between the two of them. "Mikhail Rusakova. Where is he?!"
"Waahhh!" the boy cried as he swung from side to side, tapping against the shoulders of Fionn and Naoto. He ran his hands through his hair as he continued to flail about, his head pounding as it seemed to bloat. "I can't feel my legs! It's like... it's like..." he whined, his arms hanging downward as he balled a fist and shook it towards Sonya's direction.. "Curse you, scary woman! You might have thwarted our defense, but without us, you'll be defenseless when they come to invade!"
Daisuke was unable to think properly, the ache in his legs and a searing headache prevented his attempts. He recalled that the scary woman ordered them to, for their failure in locating the missing crowd, stay hanging for half an hour, and if any of them fell before the half hour mark, she would restart the time. But, if I get down... I can make a run for it!
"This is child abuse! This... this isn't fair!" Daisuke started to actually cry a little, his eyes beginning to water up. He had already taken off his shirt after being bothered by how it entrapped his head in a prison of darkness. He was initially embarrassed without his shirt, though after ten minutes had passed and he began sweating as his body temperature rose, he pretended that he was at the beach.
"Hey, you! Uh... Girl who speaks English!" Daisuke called out to Artemis, a desperate smile on his face. "I'll take you out to eat! I'll take you to a movie! Please! Help!"
Vincente Cleto was more than happy that he had finally been left on his own. After having to shower himself twice after interacting with that Artemis and the Vongola Guardian candidates, he had received the signal to initiate the plan. Though, he was careful to be wary of his surroundings; this could have easily been a trap set by the Vongola in an effort to subdue him, or worse; eliminate him. He knew the truth that those dogs would not have hesitated to carry out such a task, but if they were actually going through with this plot, then they were even worse than he was.
"Hmm..." Vincente squinted down at his cell phone as he carefully watched his positioning on his tracker. "The house.. it should be right..." he trotted down the sidewalk rather hastily until he came upon the destination, his phone blaring an alert to notify him of his arrival. "... here." He threw the device into his pocket and, out of view from any peasants, lifted his hand out with a cigarette between his fingers. He flicked his opposite hand across the end of the lung cancer stick, releasing too many Storm Flames as he ended up lighting the entire cigarette. "Fuckin' hell," he cursed, taking a huff from the flaming stick anyway and walking up to the front door.
Vincente exhaled deeply into the hallway as the unsurprising fact of the door swinging open willingly allowed a smirk to curl at his lips. He slowly walked all throughout the house, passing by a number of portraits containing a woman and a young Cyril Leggieri while continuing to smoke all throughout. "I guess I'll just help myself for a little," he yawned, his trek leading into the kitchen as he began to raid their fridge. He was disappointed to find nothing of interest. "Jeez, no booze or nothin'. This kid really lives a sheltered life with his auntie."
Oh well. No time to slack, 'neways. Time to get to business.
Vincente cracked his knuckles together, strolling through the hall and up the stairs to the second floor. His head peered into the first room that he saw, seeing that it belonged to Mister Cyril Leggieri himself. Nope, not here. Probably hanging out with those other Vongola kids. He retracted and pulled back towards the next room, casually opening the door to see a sleeping figure in the bed. "Bingo," he muttered upon identifying the figure as his target, seeing that the plan was a go.
The woman, otherwise known as Velia Leggieri or Cyril's aunt, was knocked out. Her clothes were sprawled across the otherwise-tidy room, the window of the room allowing a slight breeze to enter as Vincente drew his gun. At that moment, he saw Velia begin to move in her sleep, showing signs of awakening. His smirk grew wider as he exhaled, tossing the cigarette to his feet and crushing it.
"Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty."
A twenty-six year old Hajime curiously wandered throughout Trespiano, one hand pocketed and another wrapped around his chin in observation of his surroundings. He had been prepared to leave for an emergency meeting with Tsuna and the Guardians, and had been about to leave his 'home' in New York until his four-year old son got his hands on one of his equipment-- the Ten Year Bazooka-- and he ended up at the end of its barrel. "Daisuke needs to be disciplined," he spoke to himself as he sighed, unsure of where he was even going. He was familiar with Trespiano, but... the Trespiano from ten years into the future? The town certainly got bigger, is all I have to say.
(since the specific location was not disclosed, I will come up with a placeholder location as to where the punishment is taking place)
It wasn't long before Hajime found himself standing before the home of Naoto Alato; he remembered the address well from the last emergency meeting. Apparently, there was a descendant of one of the Vongola bosses who was to be considered as the eleventh boss candidate of the Vongola Famiglia. He himself couldn't believe it, and he had sighed in relief when Tsuna admitted that it was not his doing. As much as he would grace him if he had a child, he just couldn't imagine Tsuna being a father after all that they had gone through.
Hajime looked around to make sure that the coast was clear, activating his Dying Will Flame Boots. He quickly leaped into the air and planted his feet firmly onto the roof of the house, walking towards the backyard as the top outline of... monkey bars came into view? "What," he scratched his head as he looked down at the scene, seeing a bunch of kids hanging upside down from the monkey bars. He saw a girl intently focused on her electronics, and beside the girl... "Sonya Dmitriev!"
Hajime gritted his teeth as he shouted out the red-haired criminal, jumping down from the roof and landing a few feet to her right. His expression hardened as he stood upright, reaching his Box and slamming his ring into the socket under a second as he summoned his rapier, propelling himself forward with a single step as he raised it to Sonya's neck, the electronics girl sitting just underneath the rapier between the two of them. "Mikhail Rusakova. Where is he?!"
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