[b]"Huh?"[/b]

Daisuke woke with a start, almost falling off of the side of a bed. He blinked, looking around to see that he was in his pig sty of a room. Confused, he turned to the clock beside him and read the time, seeing that it was after school hours. He rubbed his aching head, unable to remember exactly when and how he had gotten home; he couldn't even remember class. Beside his comfortable yet untidy bed, was a school bag with nothing but the few books he had. And then, it hit him. [i]The Ten Year Bazooka! Where is it?![/i]

[b]"Crap!"[/b] Daisuke ran both of his hands through his brown hair, simulating the act of pulling it off of his head. He tripped over a pile of clothing as he fell into the hallway, scramming around his house in search for the purple machine as he ran back to his closet, opening it to reveal the note and box of its ammunition. [b]"Where did it go?!"[/b]

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[b]"Good evening, madam,"[/b] A tall man tipped his fedora in greetings as the woman responded to his knocking, adorned in a suit as black as his hair. There was a distinctly sinister air surrounding the man as he lowered his head enough so that his eyes were unseen. [b]"I've come on official business regarding one by the name of Cyril Leggieri, whom I believe is your niece. But first, may I come in?"[/b]

[b]"Nephew,"[/b] the woman tilted her head slightly, sighing as she shook her head, almost as if she were disappointed. [b]"That Cyril, always getting into trouble..."[/b] she mumbled to herself, smiling at the man and nodding. [b]"Sure. Follow me."[/b]

[b]"Thank you."[/b] He quietly shut the door behind him as he entered the household, completely uninterested in the layout as the they trailed towards the dining table. The woman spoke to him, [b]"Let me finish the espresso, then we can talk."[/b]

[b]"Take your time, madam."[/b] The man replied, digging into his pocket and pulling out a pocket watch as she pranced back into the kitchen. Sighing, he opened it to check the time and placed it onto the table just as quickly as he had taken it out, cupping his hands together on his lap and waiting somewhat patiently.