Mio Famiglia, Mio Scudo

Episode I

The wind was moaning when he arrived to the small town of Namimori. Dressed in his orange button up shirt and black trousers, Naoki Oda, the sole inheritor of the Oda Residence, walked forward. He ignored the odd looks he received as a result of his looks, to many he looked like a preteen who was probably running from home instead if a seventeen year old male who was on his second year of a high school.

His luggage followed after him, hitting the rocks that had managed to snuck into the airport where they now were irritating the busy customers. On his way outside, to the bright sun shine, the raven passed a petite boy wearing a suit and reading the newspaper. Naoki stopped to look at the boy, his amber eyes widened as he stared in confusion. Surely this couldn't be an actual infant, right? It was preposterous to even think that a mere child would be able to read the complex kanjis that usually made sure that only the teen aged 16 could read it.

Without a warning, the infant looked up at the Osakan boy, who in turn froze to his spot, unable to look away from those serious black beads.
"Who are you?" the infant asked in surprisingly good Japanese, maybe he wasn't an infant after all? It took Naoki a second to process the question before he stuttered the answer to the boy with curly sideburns. The child hopped down from the bench and marched to him, carrying a tiny suitcase as he so did.

"You will accompany me to the hotel", he said firmly, to which Naoki could only shake his head in denial. "I have a house I need to go to, I apparently own it now", he said eyes filled with grief. He hadn't gone to the said house before this day, sure he had a map to take him there but that didn't prepare him to anything. Sure, it was nice to have his own house, but he already missed his parents. But at the same time, he understood why he was sent there.

You see, up until about one year ago, Naoki had been dating a girl called Yukimura Kairi. The said girl had turned out to be the daughter of the local yakuza group's leader, who hadn't taken it too kindly to have his daughter meddle with the son of a local police officer. So he'd become a target and he'd seen it to be for the best to break up with the girl, who had accepted it gracefully and moved forward. Soon afterwards, he'd find himself in great pain that sometimes rendered him even unconscious, the doctors had been baffled about this. It was written down as a chronic illness, something that he had either inherited from his parents or a mutation in his system, the cause was still unknown. His mother, the chief inspector of Osaka had silently given him a key to his inheritance, inheritance that had been supposed to hand over to him much later, and gently told her son to move to Namimori as it was far enough from the Yukimura group and had an excellent hospital.

The infant kept staring at Naoki as if he'd just seen a ghost, or worse; a close relative who name he had purposely forgotten. As he fully took in the boy's appearance.

Naoki Oda was not a tall man, if anything he was on the shorter side especially when compared to the Europeans who tended to be anything between 160 cm and 190 cm (Nordics are the worst), the teen himself falling to the basic height 175 centimeters, sure he was average for an Asian man, but to the infant who was definitely not Japanese, he was short. Especially since the last 30 centimeters seemed to be coming from his hair. Which was essentially cheating. His complexion was pale for someone who was supposedly in the age where a child would be spending more time outdoors as far from home as possible, if anything he looked like he'd just recently gotten out of a hospital. His eyes were half lidded which made his eye colour to shift in the light, blocking most of it, but as far as anyone knew, they were brown.
His black hair looked messy and nest like, one could say that it defied gravity and it'd be technically correct.

The two boys stood there as if they were stone just scanning each other up and down before turning away from each other, silently agreeing to have never seen each other.

As the older one (or at least physically older looking one) started to walk away, the younger threw one final glance to their direction, his mouth forming a thin line. He'd seen what shouldn't have been there, the thing that didn't belong. And his stomach had felt like tying itself into a knot just to make sure that he wouldn't vomit out of disgust. It was just too much for someone like him. Even now that he couldn't see the other one, his head felt heavy his brain dizzy as his instincts screamed at him to hurry and save the boy. But he couldn't. Wasn't allowed to. This was one of those time he was mentally cursing the day a pacifier of inky dread was wrapped around his neck, feeding off of his power like the leech it was.

The tiny Hitman turned to look at his newly acquired ride, one Yamamoto Tsuyoshi, knowing that his own face was still bit on the green side from seeing that thing. His tiny cursed hand tugged the sleeve of the sushi chef immediately being addressed. Eyes dead serious, he looked at one of the few men he'd partnered up with in the past and spoke.

Naoki himself was at loss of what to say. He'd finally arrived to his destination, sweaty and tired from walking as he had estimated the distance between his new home and the airport wrong. His faint tenor leaving out a tiny squeak as he fully took in what he saw.

"This... This isn't a house", he panted as he felt how sweat trickled down to his chin, black hair was the worst in a hot day like this, "This is a thrice damned mansion! What on earth was grandfather thinking!?"