Family

12 - Simon

... It's been a long time, huh? I'd like to apologize, but, at the same time, I warned you the updates would be slow and it took me a lot to put this chap together.

I personally think this chapter lacks, content-wise. Maybe there was too much to talk about and I ended up talking about nothing at all? I just know that this probably won't be the last chap about Simon, I have few ideas... Apologies if the chap disappoints you, someway, but I did my current best.

Also... Too. Many. Words. Almost 10k! Now you may understand why it took me so long. First of all, it was not just one character, but six. I had a very hard time trying to figure out each of them and their personalities, mainly because they're not that known through the manga (unlike Varia).

Words: 9909.

Enjoy!

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The calm sound of waves gently washing the beach always relaxed him. Enma was not known for being calm... or collected... or confident...

...

Well, he was a lot of negative things.

With a deep sigh, he remembered his most recent conversation with Adelheid. Uhm, it had been more of a scolding, though. She liked to do that a lot. Like, every day. Yeah, well, not because she... ehm... She was just worried.

Yet...

Enma pushed his hands in the pants' pockets and kicked a pebble on the gravel path. He knew she was right... He was the Boss, they were in hiding, Vongola was on the move... Maybe they were behind that thing that had happened at Julie, the memory loss, the strange behaviour. Who knew... Could be everything, maybe Vongola was not to blame, for once...

He scratched his nape and his shoulders slumped forward even more. A Boss... Him? He was not good at that... Giving orders, leading their group, exacting revenge... Yeah, th-the past, what Vongola had done to their predecessors, everything was bad and they... They were forced to hide in this little island, scared that they could be wiped out at any given moment, that someone–

Enma took a long breath, closing his eyes and stopping his walk. He was doing that thing again, haip-hyp-pervant.... That thing.

The boy brushed his hands on his face and sighed once more, saddened by how he... how he was. Scared, insecure, anxious, unable to take decisions, unable to protect them... Forced to stay still as his family–

The Sin.

Everything revolved around it.

The betrayal, the deaths of their predecessors, the need to hide, to train and be wary of everything. A mantra he'd memorized long ago, a reminder of why they had to hit Vongola, a prayer for happier times to come... And yet.

Enma combed his messy hair and fell on his butt, legs crossed and hands on the knees. He didn't want to do this. He didn't... Yes, it was needed, because they just... they just couldn't go on hiding on their island, Julie couldn't keep on shielding their home with his Flames forever – the illusions had also weakened a lot lately... –, the family members couldn't always go to the country nearby to restock by stealing, they couldn't...

It was not right.

At the same time... What term had Julie used... Raiding, maybe? Raiding Vongola at their weakest, when Nono was nearing his elderly years, and there was no sure heir... Taking back the Sin, strike their enemy and resurface from the shadows... It seemed something so big and important...