Reborn Online

They Think

It was your normal Tuesday night at the mansion of Paravento, where Naoki had decided to host the Suzaku Famiglia's commanding top, allowing them to use the guest wing until they'd return to Japan. It was 3am, most of the people being asleep already, but not the Don himself, oh no, he was busy going through his documents while trying to figure out just why and how the current alliance had come to be. Laying on the sofa was his hidden mist Seth, going about her report that she didn't wish to write at all, she didn't like rules like that at all but she loved the sense of freedom she was given by her both bosses.

Without looking up from his work, Naoki gave her his answer, slightly irritated in his own work though it was mostly just him being exhausted. "If I get that report within the next 48 hours, I'll allow you to terrorise the new recruits."

This got the woman spring up from her position and dash out, her purplish hair flowing as she so did. Seth had modelled her character after certain miser who was known as Mammon as of this date and the resemblance was uncanny, one could think that they were related. Naoki put down his pencil, sighing to himself as he so did. It was all just too tiring. His eyes caught the photo on his desk of him and several NPCs from his Hitman times. Carefully, he lifted the frame up so he could look at it better, sighing once more. "Caleb, Morticia.... I wonder if you can now actually think and just... Live. Be more than just strings of code on the net".

In the Vongola HQ, Brownie glanced at his own sky, feeling little concerned as he knew that they all needed to rest and fast. However this meeting was an important one, it was about their new allies.
"Why those two, Teo", Coyote asked, slipping to use the old nickname from their younger age, "Why would you choose someone who over threw their previous leader and stabbed them in the back?" Coyote's worry was justified, after all it would be very much possible for the two to betray them. Timoteo stared tiredly at his coffee cup, his old age making it even harder to stay awake for this meeting.

"Because of how they do things Coyote", the grey mafioso answered, "Their decisions, their actions, their motives, it's all similar to the original cause of Cosa Nostra. And I see them as people who can help young Tsunayoshi to stay in the right path". The ninth generation shared glances, surely their own boss wouldn't be asking some wet behind the ears mafiosi take part in training the heir?

The morning found the Paravento Don from his desk, fallen asleep on the papers he had been going through. The first one to find the man was no other than Natalia, who shook her head in displease. She woke the Don up, resulting in his reflex kicking off and the nearest weapon available being thrown towards the offender. Which happened to be a pen in his hand. The look of unimpression flashed through the face of the housekeeper, quickly disappearing as the Don immediately started to apologise for his action in frantic manner.

The look in her eyes makes Naoki stop feeling little silly. The hand that starts to pet his head makes his own eyes flash open in shock, this isn't something a mere game character usually does to the players. At this moment he stops to think back to Natalia's behaviour, how she is always spotless and formal, how her clothes seem to have variations, her face being very expressive along her voice. He gulps as he puts all together in an answer he hadn't ever thought to be possible.

In the hall, Maya is feeling similar to her boss as she examines one of their best hitmen called Hawk. Hawk had bee a starting to act more... 4Dimensional if you get the gist. And he was obviously smitten with the Cloud officer Cecilia, much to the dismay of the book worm.

Hawk was a true gentleman to the core, formerly raised by Naoki's previous Famiglia to be nothing more than a servant for the heir. He was the work partner of the hitman whose codename was Shield much to the amusement of the officers and the Don, who all knew what the name Paravento meant. The tall and dark Italian was an excellent match for his short pale British counterpart, both of them being excellent fighters and hitmen of their own right.