Mio Famiglia, Mio Scudo

Episode V

Naoki's eyes fluttered ever so slightly as he was still resting, nearly ready to wake up.

"He's exhausted and needs to rest", Shamal said as he showed a tiny glass vial filled with inky looking substance. "This is the flame leech that had been implanted in his person, it forced him into activation state almost completely. Luckily he has a strong cloud secondary, which had been rebelling it for a long while", the doctor shook the vial making the flame based creature squirm disgustingly. Tetsuya paled as he recognised the leftover flame signature. His brown eyes were tinted with reddish anger as he understood what this meant. He then turned at Baku, with a serious look in his eyes. "Send your best to the Yukimura clan and take out their leaders. They clearly should not be allowed to be part of our union", he barked out his order before turning back at the doctor, "anything we need to know". Taken aback by the teen, Shamal stared at the leader-to-be. "He needs to find the rest of his Guardians for full recovery", the doctor said as he tossed a paper to the Tenoh Corp heir, who caught it with ease.
The teen immediately started to read it, Yui peeking over his shoulder.

Naoki's eyes opened in a flash and upon seeing the unfamiliarly white ceiling, he sat up faster than one could say "cat". He looked around the room, catching his hicked breath until finally calming down as he realised that he was in a hospital room. From next to his bed, the boy found a letter from the older Yamamoto and a get well soon card from the HT Club. He smiled at the card before he reached at the letter in order to read it.

"Find the rest of his set? But how can we do that if we can't move him around?" Baku asked as he sent the order Tetsuya had given to his elders. Baku may be the heir, but he still had to obey the rule of his father known as Masao. Haruka looked down to his feet, thinking back to the past couple days. Hadn't he felt the pull of his sky's flames recently-
"I think... He may have been calling them unconsciously? Before he was moved, I felt something akin of an impulse go through me and... I think... After he was moved, something responded to his call", he said as he kept staring at his shoes. He'd felt like something, someone was coming closer to them, a lot closer, and fast. And he didn't know how he should react to it. Next to the genderqueer teen, the Mist nodded as a verification to her fellow guardian, except that she'd felt a symphony of flames answer, five in total.

Naoki put down the letter, his amber eyes being fully open since god knew when. It was all just so... Interesting. And dangerous sounding. He'd grown up as a son of a cop and with it he'd learned to not go for the criminal path. And yet.... Here he was. In a pinch, where it was clear that his day's as a clean civilian were over. He had flames, he was the leading flame type, he was civilian born, all of these meant that he'd have the rockiest path ahead of him. And he was to meet with a group called the Vindice of he wanted to get his flames sealed? Or he could ask for a man called Talbot to create some sort of an outlet for his flames. He put the letter inside the pocket of his jacket to make sure that nobody would find it and called the nurse. As he so did, he instinctively turned to look at the window, he had a feeling that something was going to happen soon.

His name was Romulus, Romulus Black, but he preferred to be called Cain like the gypsy circus he'd joined did. He'd once been a heir to a rich and ancient house that was known for its assassins and grude torture methods, they were a storm lineage. Needless to say, Cain had decided to leave that life, joined a circus under the name Cain and becomes stunt man like his childhood hero Skull de Mort was. Hell, even his own suit was made after the immortal stuntman's though it carried the shades of red rather than purple. His mob of black hair was over grown from its former short and sleek style due to his life as a stuntman, but his icy blue eyes were still as stunning as always. From beneath his angry looking brow, the male kept observing the sleepy town of Namimori. His group had recently arrived there, and then he'd felt something go through him, begging him to arrive as soon as he could. And he wasn't the only one who had heard it.