[b][u][i]Namimori High School[/i][/u][/b] If Ienari Sawada thought it was busy for [i]him[/i], only God knows what kind of mentality he'd feel towards the work Komaeda had to do. As Student Council President, He was responsible for the Festival in general, all of the planning, all of the events, and even that first day of utter tedium. ...He was also the one held accountable if things went wrong. Of course, the reason he'd never admit to the likes of Aleksandr is that he truly wanted this festival to be a success, not because of personal reputation or pride, but simply because of how important it is to the school in general. And so, he wakes up early on a Sunday to get the second day of the Festival in order, his general affairs manager helping as an assistant to everyone, and he himself overseeing things the rest of the way when there was nothing else to give to Sawada, and so help him if Aleksandr does something to ruin this Festival out of spite... But that's neither here nor there, too many things to keep focus to give attention to such a ridiculous possibility. Ienari Sawada... Deep down, it irked him that he was an heir to a Mafia legacy, and irked him moreso that he is within the confines of his school, even after he himself eventually graduates. However, Komaeda can't say that, as a student of this school, Ienari is not without his uses. He has a sense of morality, likely developed outside the moral grey of his family, psychologically sound and un-pampered, making him quite down to earth and humble, causing no indication of troubles due to a spoiled childhood. Because of these things combined, his relationship with Aleksandr keeps said disciplinary president in line, either because he rubs off his own beneficent naivety upon him, or because they share a mutual sense of understanding and respect for each other. Either way, he had many reason to keep Ienari around, and while he has no respect for him as a mafioso boss, he was still a student of his school, and as such, he is just as much his responsibility as any other student. "[color=purple][b]...I see. So there is no update as of yet? ...Very well...No, we cannot take any chances with it. If any information leaks out, it will put this entire case into jeopardy. ...Any official ones will leave an imprint, so we just have to work with what we have right now. ...I know. I'll try to find leads on my end that may help the process. Try your best for now. If there's any changes on the situation, Let me know first. ...Thank you.[/b][/color]" Akira said as he watched the festival from the window of the student council room on the third floor of the school building, talking into a cellphone to someone before hanging up and putting it back into his pocket, his eyes never leaving the festival as he did. As he looked down towards the others having a good time, and as stoic as he may have looked, deep down he was interanally sighing with relief. So far, everything was going smoothly enough, and the day was turning out to be a success, thanks in small part to his "best enemy" doing his job properly. Hopefully he's completed all of his tasks, or was at least on break; he would know otherwise the second someone decides to send a complaint. He spots him eventually, heading for a maid once his tasks were [i]assumed[/i] finished. Wait, a Maid? Here? ...It must be his, but of course he would have a maid...His guardian must have sent her there to pamper him, pray she doesn't start following him to his classes. Hmm...? It seems someone else was looking towards the two as well. He looked relatively normal all things considered, what with his grey t-shirt and his cascaded hair...but his instincts, his gut, was telling him that he wasn't quite as normal a person as he appeared. It's not that he's never seen him before, the same goes with the maid, and a lot of other people, but there was something...off about him, about his physicality, and the way he seemed to wander in and immediately looking towards the other two that told Komaeda there was something there, but having no idea what exactly it was. Hopefully, this was just because he might have been a Cop or a Detective who was off-duty, maybe even a veteran who returned from war. Regardless, he seemed worth remembering the face of. He then got a call from his Cell Phone once again, immediately picking it up as he walked out of the office, heading for the festival outside. As expected of someone of his position: Not a moment's rest. ...Not that he'd have it any other way. ------------------ [b][u][i]Downtown Namimori[/i][/u][/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z4m2JkRDWts]Musical Accompaniment[/url] Meanwhile, far off into the center of the city, the unsuspecting civilians were walking by, unaware of the loud monstrous voice that echoed high upon the rooftops of this town. It was at a high enough distance that none within town would be able to actively hear it, but the voice was so loud, so rough and disturbed, that if those below did hear it, they would shutter in terror as the owner of this demonic voice made his declaration: "[b][color=ed1c24]I'M BOOOOOOOORED! IT'S SO FUCKING BORING HERE, GODDAMMIT! YOU KNOW WHAT, FUCK ORDERS, FUCK CHAINS OF COMMAND, AND FUCK THAT POMPOUS SIR BULLSHITALOT FOR SENDING US HERE ON FUCKING STANDBY! JUST LET ME KILL SOMETHING FOR FUCK'S SAKE![/color][/b]" The one yelling this was a man in a black tank top shirt, red jeans and matching sneaker shoes, his arms penetrated by multiple pipes as his hand were covered in black gauntlets with long sharp blades at the tip of each finger like claws. Such a daunting image was unbecoming the brown haired man as he threw himself around the rooftop as he yelled like a child throwing a temper tantrum. Standing with him were two others, one was a red-haired and red-eyed woman with no signs of cybernetics outside of her body, wearing a rather thin-looking dress and high-heel shoes, grabbing at the top of her nose and sighing in embarrassment of the Demon's behavior. The other, a long green-haired man with cybernetic black armor completely covering his arms simply looked at the people below with a pleasant smile through the scope he detached from his rifle, Nemesis, which he had strapped on his back. He was completely ignoring his partner's flustered ranting, being with him for so long that he learned how to tune him out when he does this. He seemed to be wearing his armor, but leaving the long coat holding his many guns and ammunition to his side, so as to not overheat. "[b][color=fff200]Honestly, you have the temper and patience of a five year old. We've only been here for two days.[/color][/b]" The woman, Temptress Pawn Anna Jackson, said. "[b][color=ed1c24]Exactly! Two whole days, 48 hours of fuck all! Give me a few coffees, and I could have burn this city and all its residents to ashes in that long. I thought we came here in preparation for a job, I swear if Knight had us waiting for 2 days and we get no job, I'm gonna start burning people anyways.[/color][/b]" The Demon Pawn, Benito Diauomo, said in response. The green-haired man, Abraham Vakivatamari the Sniper Pawn, immediately stood up as he looked towards the distance. "[b][color=39b54a]...U-umm...Guys...Bishop's Dove is heading straight for us.[/color][/b]" He said to them nervously, not wanting to get involved in the bickering of his two partners, but what he did say caught their attention. "[b][color=ed1c24]Finally![/color][/b]" Demon said, as they spot the white dove seemingly covered in indigo flames flying towards them. With a gentle smile, Snipe extended out his arm so that the Dove can perch itself on it, which it proceeded to do. On the dove, wrapped around its body via a small string, tied around the torso, was a small roll of paper, which Tempt immediately grabbed and unrolled. There was only one word, eloquently written on the paper. "[i][color=a187be]Report.[/color][/i]" The word then faded away from the paper almost immediately, as if washed off. It appears this paper was written in invisible ink. The Dove immediately started gagging, as a pen popped out of his mouth. In an instant and without hesitation, Tempt grabbed the Pen and started writing on it, Demon and Snipe looking over her shoulder as he did. "[i][color=fff200]Your Holiness, we are currently standing by downtown in the city of Namimori, and awaiting instructions.[/color][/i]" Tempt written. The words became faded and vanished just like before, and as if through magic, another set of words faded onto the page in their place, word by word, as if they were being written by an invisible hand as she held it. "[i][color=a187be]Affirmative. We have managed to reach our client and have gained new information on the current target. As we have suspected, the Target currently resides in Namimori, but until now, we had no other information on him. Now that we have gained new information, effective immediately, the three pawns are to be placed in active duty, and are responsible for the target's neutralization.[/color][/i]" The Letter then said. "[b][color=ed1c24]Yes![/color][/b]" Demon said out loud. The letter continued... "[i][color=a187be]Your assignment is one Ienari Sawada, a seventeen year old Second Year at Namimori High School. Though there are other members of the Sawada family currently fighting to take the place of Boss from Vongola Undicesimo, One Iesada Sawada, and Ienari is currently the seventh in line, for reasons unspecified, it is believed he is closest among them to gaining that position. Currently, however, there is no confirmation as of yet to prove this.[/color][/i]" The Letter said, below the words faded in a very detailed portrait of Ienari, Along with Iesada, and the other Vongola Claimants, seemingly drawn by the Bishop who is seemingly writing this letter, though Ienari's portrait is highlighted in red. "[b][color=ed1c24]YES![/color][/b]" Demon then said out loud, not only was he going to finally get a chance to kill someone, but it was a high school Second Year. He hasn't killed a child in a long time, but he remembered that their reactions before they died were... especially exquisite. Snipe, evidently noticing the murderous glimmer of excitement in Demon's eye, looked at the pen and then the letter, hinting at Tempt for the pen. Tempt was quick to notice and gave the pen to him, and with a silent thank you from Snipe, he began to write on the now-blank-again letter. "[i][color=39b54a]If I may, Your Holiness, I'd like to confirm if we 'have' to kill this target.[/color][/i]" Snipe wrote on it. After a few seconds, a single word came into view. "[i][color=a187be]Negative.[/color][/i]" "[b][color=ed1c24]YEEE-Wait, What?[/color][/b]" Demon asked, once again was going to go into a joyous outburst before interrupting himself halfway through, looking puzzled at what the letter just said. Snipe, meanwhile simply gave a gentle smile and a sigh of relief. A mission that doesn't have to end in bloodshed to be successful is nothing short of cathartic for him. As if uncaring for Demon's confusion, the letter continued. "[i][color=a187be]The Client has specifically requested no casualties unless necessary. The client has claimed that an attempt at the life of Ienari Sawada as things currently stand will only bring unnecessary complications. The safety, confidentiality, and requests of our client takes precedence over all else.[/color][/i]" "[b][color=ed1c24]WHAT!?[/color][/b]" "[i][color=a187be]Therefore, you may harm him if necessary, but you are not, under any circumstances, allowed to kill Mr. Sawada.[/color][/i]" "[b][color=ed1c24]...FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-[/color][/b]" The demon was then silenced as Tempt slammed her fist down on top of the Demon's head with inhuman strength, knocking him out. "[b][color=fff200]...That should give us a little peace and quiet for a while. Snipe, ask Bishop for more details. If killing is out of the question, then we need to consider our options.[/color][/b]" Tempt said to Snipe. He nodded and began to write again. "[i][color=39b54a]Your Holiness, could you give us more information as to what you mean by neutralization, if elimination is not an option?[/color][/i]" "[i][color=a187be]You are to first confirm whether or not Ienari Sawada seeks to pursue Vongola candiacy. You are to be absolutely certain on this decision, regardless of how long it may take. Should Ienari Sawada deny and/or renounce his claim to the Tredicesimo Ownership, you are to report to us immediately. However, if he, like others in his family, seeks the position of Vongola Tredicesimo, you are to ensure, by any means other than death, his discouragement and refusal to take part in Mafia activity and/or training for the candidacy. How you propose to do this is irrelevant: The objective is to ensure Mr. Sawada does not become a candidate for the title of Vongola Dodicesimo, the method of how we are leaving to your discretion. Battle him and the potential guardians if you must, but do not kill.[/color][/i]" "[i][color=39b54a]We understand.[/color][/i]" "[i][color=a187be]We expect to hear a report of success from you soon. Our reputation rides even on simple missions such as this...do [b]not[/b] fail us.[/color][/i]" The dove immediately grabbed the pen with his beak and swallowed it again, the paper's writings fading again to become a blank piece of paper once more. Mist flames sparked and consumed the piece of paper before it too faded into nothingness. After that, the dove hopped off of Snipe's arm and flew away, leaving the three pawns on the rooftop. "[b][color=39b54a]Well...I guess that means we have our mission like we wanted. ...So, umm, what do we do now?[/color][/b]" Snipe asked. "[b][color=fff200]Easy: We find this Ienari kid, and keep an eye on him for a few days to see if anyone shows up from Vongola on his doorstep. We find nothing happening, we report back to Bishop and His Majesty. If someone from Vongola DOES show up, we persuade Ienari to not join them. Easy as cream pie. For now, finding and observing this kid's our top priority. The Kid's from Namimori High, so...we should start with that.[/color][/b]" Tempt said as she looked in the direction of Namimori high school. "[b][color=39b54a]Umm...Ok, That's good and all but...What about Demon?[/color][/b]" Snipe asked, about to grab hold of the unconscious berserker. "[b][color=fff200]...Ehh, leave him. It'd get real annoying real fast if he wakes up and starts something during our Recon of the target. At least starting something here will get him arrested at a far enough distance that no one'll notice...Which reminds me, If anyone asks: he's not one of ours, and we have nothing to do with him. Now, let's get going.[/color][/b]" Temp said to Snipe, who nodded in response as they began jumping from rooftop to rooftop, Snipe looking back at the unconscious demon they're leaving behind before continuing their run towards the high school.