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[h2]V  o  n  g  o  l  a   H  Q,   J  a  p  a  n[/h2][/center]
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Skillful fingers dance upon ivory keys drawing out a serene yet bittersweet melody. The piano's voice filled the library as sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the two occupants.

[color=silver]"I have to echo the rest of the family and say I think it's a little too soon."[/color] The silver haired pianist spoke amidst the trickle of notes that flowed from his fingertips. [color=silver]"You know I support your decisions but as your right hand, I feel you're being hasty."[/color]

The man standing at the window smiled, surrendering to the serenity of the song accompanying his pleasant reflection. [color=darkorange]"Maybe...despite my past reluctance, this experience has been immeasurably fulfilling. You and the others have made it all the more so. Thank you, Gokudera~"[/color]

There was a notable, heartwarming change in the melody filling the air. [color=silver]"Juudaime..."[/color] Gokudera smiled to himself before gathering his thoughts again. [color=silver]"We could say the same. Which is why we feel your retirement is untimely. Your presence has had a profound affect on the entire Vongola."[/color]

[color=darkorange]"I didn't do anything special. Primo created something powerful and good. All I did was bring it back. It's hard to say which is harder; creating something new and great or restoring something to it's previous radiance. I feel like the prior is more important."[/color]

[color=silver]"I can never tell if you're truly that humble or you never got over that inferiority complex of yours."[/color] They both chuckled, reminiscing about years gone by.

[color=darkorange]"Either way, I was never really cut out for the mafia world. Neither is this form of the Vongola. It's time for a new form..."[/color] Turning to the window as bittersweet song began to build with an inspirational key change, Sawada Tsunayoshi looked out with an assured expression. [color=darkorange]"Plus, I'll be able to spend more time with [i]my[/i] family...while I watch the birth of a new one~"[/color]

Gokudera's melody crescendo-ed and faded out with a final trickle of nostalgic, serene notes. [color=silver]"Then we'll watch it well to make sure it's a strong one~"[/color]

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[h2][center]T  r  e  s  p  i  a  n  o,   I  t  a  l  y[/center][/h2]
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In the Italian port town of Trespiano, there was excitement in the air. Today was bright and sunny despite the season and fresh scent of the nearby ocean permeated the town. Following the buzz of anticipation brings the a number of the residents to the local high school. The soccer field is being prepped and the bleachers being filled. Everyone is gearing up for the first game of the season and the townspeople are ready to cheer for there team. Meanwhile, on the side stood a green haired individual stretching alone.

"It's almost time to start folks! So find your seats or make your own!" A student announcer exclaimed over the intercom. "The first game of the Trespiano High's soccer season is minutes away! Last year we fell just short of the finals but this year the team is determined to make it and take home the gold! To do that they're gonna have to pull out all the stops and take risks! Speaking of, this year for the first time we've gone a freshman on the starting lineup and...Hm? I think that's them on the side, stretching! The one with the long green hair? Am I seeing things or has Trespiano's team gone co-ed and added a girl?! She must be an exceptional player to make the team as a fresh- WAAH!"

The announcer ducked as a soccer ball came hurling towards them, malice and bloodlust following behind it. The ball knocked over the mic creating a resounding feedback sound throughout the field. Everyone's eyes followed the line of the ball back to the green haired individual whose eyes glared daggers at the announcer booth. [color=limegreen]"I'M NOT A GIRL, JACKASS!"[/color]
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