All it took was a plane crash, and Kise Ryota was no more.
Strangely enough, he didn't feel sadness, only regret. Regret for not checking his engine beforehand. Regret for missing out on his friends with his job as a pilot. Regret for not spending t...
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Thin lips stretched into a smile as blue eyes glinted with unhidden mirth. Oh, how amusing this night would be.Although. His eyes trailed down, settling on two distinct figures he deduced shared the same Flame as him, and his smile fell.
He wasn't discriminating. Only, when taking both parties' fighting prowesses into account, one certainly was at a disadvantage. He hoped the teen wouldn't be too much of a disappointment—
Correction, he hoped Tsunayoshi's group wouldn't be too much of a waste of time.
Seeing as both groups had arrived, he flickered his gaze to his left. There, in a traditional black kimono with golden lining, one of his underlings stood, waiting for his directive.
Natalia, or Nonna as he usually called her wouldn't attend the first round. After all, Lightnings weren't the ones to open the ball. It was only right for dazzling Suns to show the way.
With such thoughts, he waved his hand and swiftly closed his metallic fan. He jumped from his position, few buildings away from Namimori Junior High, and leisurely made his way to the school ground.
Unconcerned by his growing lateness.
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"Where is everyone, are we the first ones there?" Tsunayoshi wondered aloud as he looked around him, searching for the Varia and the Russian Mafia men from yesterday.
Behind him were his guardian candidates, namely Takeshi, Hayato, Ryohey and Mikaël. Kyoya was somewhere, and Lambo silently laid in Tsuna's arms, napping.
Reborn who quietly sat atop of his student's shoulder, tilted his fedora. "They are already here," he declared, looking up to see the whole Varia waiting for them.
The group wiped their head to search for the assassin squad.
"Ara, so that's the kids we'll fight?" The green-haired one mused, a hand to his face as he stared at each one of the teens from behind his shades, a smile etched on his face.
"Shishi, what? You're interested Luss?" The blond mockingly barked at his older counterpart.
The man swayed his finger negatively. "Nuhu, I'm only taking a look," he said before pausing, hand to his chin. "Though now that I have a clear look, they seem painfully weak," he drawled, voice dripping with ridicule.
