So this woman [i]was[/i] part of the Vongola Famiglia after all. This was bad. This made his doubts become drowned in fear and worry. His father probably knew about the Vongola’s presence in Trespiano. Would he send people after him? He sure as hell hoped not. The young man glowered at the woman as she approached Naoto. What was she planning? Her hand went to her pack as if she were going to grab something, but when she pulled her hand back, he saw that she was clutching a pistol. At that, Cyril bristled, taking an offensive stance. She wasn’t going to… shoot someone, was she? She couldn’t have gathered all of them here just to kill a guy. The Vongola weren’t like that. At least… he didn’t think so. 

The woman shot Naoto, but instead of dying, he was filled with what seemed a new and radiant energy. Before he knew it, the young pink haired boy was half way to the beach, Benjamin running behind him. Cyril’s stoic expression had morphed into one of shock and surprise. [i]Dying Will Flames? I’ve heard of them, but…[/i] As much as he wanted to turn away and go home, curiosity got the best of him. Cyril cursed under his breath and ran after the two boys, catching up to Benjamin after a while. His eyes flicked up to the dark haired fellow. [b]”You know that you won’t catch up to him at this pace, right?”[/b]

Cyril turned his dark gaze back toward the street as he ran. [i]Damn, this Vongola boss kid really runs fast.[/i] 

That woman sure was strict looking, though. If she was to be their teacher or tutor or whatever, Cyril was going to flip. There was no way that he’d let her yell at him as if he were in boot camp. There was no way that he would let her teach him. He had no intention in involving himself with the Mafia again, especially not the Vongola. Yet he continued to run toward the beach, grateful for the amount of stamina that his body contained.

When the two reached the beach, Cyril paused beside Benjamin and looked around. The beach was rather quiet today… He supposed that it was because of the festival. Not many people would be in other places other than town square. [i]Where the hell is everyone?[/i] he thought, his eyes flicking to and fro the sandy shore. [i]They should be here.[/i]

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Before he knew it, he was saved from the burning mess that had almost surrounded him. If he had been caught in a fiery trap, he would have died from all of the smoke inhalation and the like. Fionn had walked to where all of the people were gathering, complaining a bit as he rubbed his eyes. The smoke from the fire had irritated them. The smoke had also made his throat extremely dry. [i]I am so totally going to have a sore throat in the morning. That, or my clothes are going to smell like ash.[/i] he sighed, glancing at all of the strange faces that were near him. They were all boys and girls of his age, except for the woman with the red hair. [i]Mafia?[/i]

The mention of that secretive organized crime group made Fionn blink in surprise. Had they done something to get in their way? [i]I knew it was a bad idea to come to the festival. I don’t know why I couldn’t just stay home. I just had to go and leave the house today, right?[/i] 

Someone pulled out a gun, and a shot was fired. Fionn was about to turn and flee the scene when he saw the boy that had saved his life run toward the beach at breakneck speed. The blond haired Welsh boy didn’t know what was going on, but he decided that he had to find out, even if what was going on was because of the Mafia. [i]What did the woman mean when she said that I was a candidate for the Sun?[/i] he asked himself as he ran toward the beach as well. [i]She mentioned something about the Dying Will Flames, but… what are they?[/i]

Sooner or later, Fionn found himself at the beach with two other boys. The pink haired boy or the red haired woman were nowhere to be seen. [i]Did we come to the right place?[/I] he asked as he glanced up at the two other boys. One of them called out, but the other one remained silent. [b]”Do you think that they actually came here?”[/b] Fionn asked the boy that had actually bothered to say something. [b]”They could have gone somewhere else…”[/b]