The Midnight Sky

Part 5

Chapter 9

The Arcobaleno consisted of the seven strongest- The I Prescelti Setteof- of an era.

The chosen Arcobaleno each possess a pacifier that represents the different colors of the rainbow, each pacifier was a different color representing a different Dying Will Flame type: Sky, Sun, Storm, Rain, Lightning, Cloud, and Mist. They were only ever supposed to be Seven Arcobaleno- it was a common fact anyone involved within the Mafia knew- there had only even been Seven known Arcobaleno.

Or was there? Alejandro frowned softly at the soft whisper of his mind. There were only Seven Arcobaleno, everyone knew that... Yet who did everyone know? There was no records, no rulebook or guides for the Arcobaleno Curse. Who was to say there wasn't an Eight Arcobaleno- after all, he had seen the small Vindice standing upon a taller Vindice's shoulder with a clear pacifier around their neck- hidden from the rest of them?

Taking a breath, Alejandro closes his eyes and allows his mind to wonder over everything he has noticed concerning the Arcobaleno.

At their original meeting, there had only been seven chairs at the table. Checkerface had never mentioned or clued in there could be another- then again he didn't say much of anything besides trying to ensure they would know each other- Arcobaleno somewhere out there. Yet at the house for the Arcobaleno, there had been eight chairs at the table, eight bedrooms, eight separate wings- one for each Flame and then an empty one that had been sealed off. Then there was that feeling- the subtle, never spoken and easily overlooked feeling- that all but screamed something was missing. Something important.

Was this it? Were they missing a part of their Rainbow and never even realized it?

To be honest, Alejandro didn't know, but he knew how to find out.

After all, he needed to rescue His Sky; so why not make a side trip while he was there?

Bermuda cannot help but stare at Jager as the golden-eyed man's words register within his mind.

"I'm sorry Jager, I think I misheard. Can you please repeat it once more?" 

After all, Bermuda would swear Jager had just informed him someone had broken into Vendicare. Maybe his hearing was going out on him? Maybe Jager had meant to say someone had broken out- while that would have been difficult it wasn't impossible- instead but misspoken? After all, who would be insane enough to break into Vendicare?

"Lord Bermuda, its either we have an intruder or Jack has attempted his hand at holiday cooking again- which I highly doubt seeing how he's still looking for that Famiglia within the Amazon Rainforest- and its secretly plotting to overthrow us, " Jager couldn't help but deadpan as his eyes darted towards the shadows- those gingerbread men had already attempted to ambush him once- as his finger curled around the chain in his hand.

Well, when Jager put it that way. A heavy sigh leaves the emerald-eyed Chibi, it would appear there was some idiot lurking around his prison.

"On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it Jager?" 

"Twelve, Lord Bermuda. The Gingerbread seems to have formed their own Private Militia." Of course, they did. God forbid something ever be simple around here.

"Have they started recruiting prisoners?" 

"Not yet, though I believe that has more to do with the fact they can't open the cell doors than anything."