Cyril sighed heavily as he made his way home. Every time he left school, he would always take long to get home. His aunt didn't mind much, though. She knew that he needed some air at times. He really just walked around the block a few times. He thought a lot, too, and he did a lot of thinking right then and there. [I]Why did Daisuke have the Ten Year Bazooka? It shouldn't be in his hands.[/I] he thought, running a hand through his hair as he walked up to the door. He pulled out his keys and unlocked it before opening it and stepping inside.

He bristled when he realized that there was another person in his home. Not one that he knew. It was obvious that it was a stranger by the time he reached the dining room. It was a man in a fedora hat and suit. [I]Did they come for me?[/I] 

No. This man really couldn't be a mafioso, could he? Maybe it was just his imagination. Cyril narrowed his eyes and gripped his book bag tighter, stepping around the man to get a better look at his face. Hmmm... [b]"Who are you?"[/b] he questioned bluntly, narrowing his eyes. [B]"And what do you want with us?"[/b]

It was true that Cyril was overprotective of his aunt, but she really was the only thing he had left. He had abandoned his father and mother in Lipari and fled straight to her. If something happened... he would have nowhere to go. He continued to look at the man, awaiting his answer.