Naoto was completely befuddled by the fact that everyone showed up. He wanted to make more of a protest but he was at a loss for words. [i][b] These people are insane...especially the one with the temper. I could've swore he didn't want any part of this...ugh my head hurts again.[/b][/i] He looked at the Spanish boy. [b]"Well, fighting fires, getting shot in the head, brawling with a mafia witch, and learning that you're the future had of a criminal syndicate really takes it out of ya, ya know?"[/b] Naoto answered Benjamin's question sarcastically.

Naoto jumped a little when Sonya spoke up monetarily forgetting she was there. Miku smiled. "I washed your soccer stuff. Work hard Nao-kun~" Naoto started up the stairs having no energy to argue. [i][b]I'm surrounded on all sides. I was hoping that if none of them showed Sonya might-and that's one hell of a might-stop all this. So much for that. Not to mention my own parents are condoning me becoming a mafioso! There's no way out![/b][/i] Naoto continued to his room mumbling his discontent in irritated Italian. He joined everyone shortly wearing the track sit he usually did for soccer practice, the pants rolled up to just below his knees. He started stretching and seemed like he was getting into this. [b]"Well, if I have no choice I might as well take it on like a challenge."[/b]