Cyril huffed at Hajime, crossing his arms. So... he was a Mafioso. But... what was he doing here? Was he just picking up the Ten Year Bazooka, or did he want something else? The black haired boy glowered at him, standing his ground. [B]"Then you should get the hell out. I don't like your kind."[/b] maybe it was because of his past and how he was forced to become one of them. Or maybe it was because he was jealous of them having a bigger family? All he had at the moment was his aunt... [b]"You have what you want. Now go. Shoo."[/b]