Mio Famiglia, Mio Scudo

Episode III

Tetsuya went through the files that had been dumbed onto his table, frowning as he so did. The health records, the information, none of it was right about what was the reason behind the health complications of the newest HT member. He looked up at his closest people, fellow leaders and their right hand men, uncharasteric worry painting his face. "Trash, we need to get the Sword Emperor on the case", his own little close companions Mikasa and Tama exchanging looks. It wasn't usual for their leader to make such decision, especially since the rain in question had hung his sword on the wall long ago, vowing to never take it up again to fight in the criminal organisations. The loss of his wife and the sanity of his own sky had been too much for the man, who'd become an anchor for the sky so they could have at least a chance of living somewhat normal life.

"Will we contact the Broken Sky and ask for her help too, aniki?" Tama asked professionalism written all over him. And Tetsuya answered with a grunt. Tama, yakuza born and raised, swiftly complied to the wish of his leader, while the rest questioned how and why Tetsuya's men could even understand him. Was there a handbook for the communication style of Sumiyoshi-kai? If so then it'd really come in handy.

Valentino stood in the room himself feeling stiff and a bit alerted, after all he wasn't part of the clans that were directly involved with Tetsuya's group like Baku was. Heck, he and Beaulieu and Bellomo were all from Europe and it was known fact that the yakuza wasn't quite happy to have any of the Sicilian mafiosos around. But they tolerated it due to the fact that one of their former Clan heads had been descended from one of the most okay mafiosos of their time and the woman herself had shown the wonderful fighting spirit before being rendered to near vegetive state by her set being forcefully pulled apart by the deaths of most of her Guardians. The woman's son was also the only one left from the line capable of becoming the next Don of his mother's ancestral line and because of such, the Sumiyoshi-kai was ready to accept the other factions sending their people to the area.

It was because of the mysterious Broken Sky that Valentino, Maria and Suri had been allowed to study abroad in the town, ultimately becoming fast friends with Tetsuya, but they still weren't exactly welcomed and they had to keep their heads down for the most part. They all had studied the ways of the yakuza just in case, but all of it was just too foreign for the Europeans. Heck, Baku wasn't much help himself either despite of being the heir of Suzaku clan.

Speaking of Baku, wasn't his actual last name Go? Why didn't he use that while he was studying and went with his clan's name instead? Ahh, there really was no point in questioning it was there.

The group decided to visit the locally famous sushi shop as a group, inviting the cloud Haruka along with the timid and shy Naoki.

To their great amusement, Haruka showed up in a suit, clearly having barely escaped the glutches of their father, who didn't quite approve of Haruka's cross dressing habits. Especially when Haruka was his solemn heir to inherit the tech company Tenoh from him. But the teen had never cared for the paperwork and swirling pens along with other unnecessarily annouing things.

Naoki stared at the silverette stunned, he wasn't sure of how to react to the change. Haruka sighed before explaining his situation to the troubled teen.
"I don't feel that I am either gender, I have days when I feel like being a boy, sometimes I feel more like a girl and dress to reflect that mood. Though I also have days when I'm just Haruka", they explained, making it a bit easier for Naoki to understand what he was seeing. "And today..?" he asked carefully, still unsure of himself. Haruka smiled softly, blue eyes reflecting the sun light and seemingly brightening the whole town.
"Today I'm a boy"

The group started to follow the swirly trail to Takesushi, Valentino explaining why it was such a good place. Naoki listened in wonder, curious of what he'd see and taste in the near future.