Jak's nice little fantasy came crashing down around her as the Vongola woman slapped her upside the head. The way she moved was experienced, silent. True terror came when she stopped rubbing the back of her head long enough to see Naoto being pulled by shirt close to the woman. Jak didn't even see the gun until it was resting on Naoto's forehead. Jak barely had time to breathe in before the shot was fired. [i]Naoto's... he's-[/i] before the thought could even be finished, he leapt up, shed all but his underwear and scarf, and proceeded to run towards the beach.

Jak believed in Dying Will flames now. She didn't doubt Sonya before, honestly, but she was still in disbelief. She was going to be involved in the mafia? What a silly thought. Of well, it couldn't be helped. The wheel of fate was turning now, and it never cared who was crushed under it. "Hey, Naoto, wait up!" she called after him, a little slower than him, but she managed to keep him just in sight. She knew the kid was fast, but this was next level stuff. How did he manage to survive that bullet? Why did he? That was point blank shot, there was no way Sonya could have missed him. "Well, down the rabbit hole I go." Jak muttered to herself, trying to keep up with crazed Naoto.