Solace

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yes.

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To think that this kid killed his own brother at four years old. Tch.

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Don't, uh, make Sonya automatically fight Hajime or anything plox. I wouldn't recommend it and I don't want to see that she somehow disarms him or something >_>

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It's his past self who traveled into the future (which is the present).

You'll get more confused once we reach the actual arcs of the future

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It was not long before Daisuke found himself suspended ten feet from the ground, whirling about in a frenzy.

"Waahhh!" the boy cried as he swung from side to side, tapping against the shoulders of Fionn and Naoto. He ran his hands through his hair as he continued to flail about, his head pounding as it seemed to bloat. "I can't feel my legs! It's like... it's like..." he whined, his arms hanging downward as he balled a fist and shook it towards Sonya's direction.. "Curse you, scary woman! You might have thwarted our defense, but without us, you'll be defenseless when they come to invade!"

Daisuke was unable to think properly, the ache in his legs and a searing headache prevented his attempts. He recalled that the scary woman ordered them to, for their failure in locating the missing crowd, stay hanging for half an hour, and if any of them fell before the half hour mark, she would restart the time. But, if I get down... I can make a run for it!

"This is child abuse! This... this isn't fair!" Daisuke started to actually cry a little, his eyes beginning to water up. He had already taken off his shirt after being bothered by how it entrapped his head in a prison of darkness. He was initially embarrassed without his shirt, though after ten minutes had passed and he began sweating as his body temperature rose, he pretended that he was at the beach.

"Hey, you! Uh... Girl who speaks English!" Daisuke called out to Artemis, a desperate smile on his face. "I'll take you out to eat! I'll take you to a movie! Please! Help!"

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Vincente Cleto was more than happy that he had finally been left on his own. After having to shower himself twice after interacting with that Artemis and the Vongola Guardian candidates, he had received the signal to initiate the plan. Though, he was careful to be wary of his surroundings; this could have easily been a trap set by the Vongola in an effort to subdue him, or worse; eliminate him. He knew the truth that those dogs would not have hesitated to carry out such a task, but if they were actually going through with this plot, then they were even worse than he was.

"Hmm..." Vincente squinted down at his cell phone as he carefully watched his positioning on his tracker. "The house.. it should be right..." he trotted down the sidewalk rather hastily until he came upon the destination, his phone blaring an alert to notify him of his arrival. "... here." He threw the device into his pocket and, out of view from any peasants, lifted his hand out with a cigarette between his fingers. He flicked his opposite hand across the end of the lung cancer stick, releasing too many Storm Flames as he ended up lighting the entire cigarette. "Fuckin' hell," he cursed, taking a huff from the flaming stick anyway and walking up to the front door.

Vincente exhaled deeply into the hallway as the unsurprising fact of the door swinging open willingly allowed a smirk to curl at his lips. He slowly walked all throughout the house, passing by a number of portraits containing a woman and a young Cyril Leggieri while continuing to smoke all throughout. "I guess I'll just help myself for a little," he yawned, his trek leading into the kitchen as he began to raid their fridge. He was disappointed to find nothing of interest. "Jeez, no booze or nothin'. This kid really lives a sheltered life with his auntie."

Oh well. No time to slack, 'neways. Time to get to business.

Vincente cracked his knuckles together, strolling through the hall and up the stairs to the second floor. His head peered into the first room that he saw, seeing that it belonged to Mister Cyril Leggieri himself. Nope, not here. Probably hanging out with those other Vongola kids. He retracted and pulled back towards the next room, casually opening the door to see a sleeping figure in the bed. "Bingo," he muttered upon identifying the figure as his target, seeing that the plan was a go.

The woman, otherwise known as Velia Leggieri or Cyril's aunt, was knocked out. Her clothes were sprawled across the otherwise-tidy room, the window of the room allowing a slight breeze to enter as Vincente drew his gun. At that moment, he saw Velia begin to move in her sleep, showing signs of awakening. His smirk grew wider as he exhaled, tossing the cigarette to his feet and crushing it.

"Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty."

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"I believe this is ten years into the future..."

A twenty-six year old Hajime curiously wandered throughout Trespiano, one hand pocketed and another wrapped around his chin in observation of his surroundings. He had been prepared to leave for an emergency meeting with Tsuna and the Guardians, and had been about to leave his 'home' in New York until his four-year old son got his hands on one of his equipment-- the Ten Year Bazooka-- and he ended up at the end of its barrel. "Daisuke needs to be disciplined," he spoke to himself as he sighed, unsure of where he was even going. He was familiar with Trespiano, but... the Trespiano from ten years into the future? The town certainly got bigger, is all I have to say.

(since the specific location was not disclosed, I will come up with a placeholder location as to where the punishment is taking place)

It wasn't long before Hajime found himself standing before the home of Naoto Alato; he remembered the address well from the last emergency meeting. Apparently, there was a descendant of one of the Vongola bosses who was to be considered as the eleventh boss candidate of the Vongola Famiglia. He himself couldn't believe it, and he had sighed in relief when Tsuna admitted that it was not his doing. As much as he would grace him if he had a child, he just couldn't imagine Tsuna being a father after all that they had gone through.

Hajime looked around to make sure that the coast was clear, activating his Dying Will Flame Boots. He quickly leaped into the air and planted his feet firmly onto the roof of the house, walking towards the backyard as the top outline of... monkey bars came into view? "What," he scratched his head as he looked down at the scene, seeing a bunch of kids hanging upside down from the monkey bars. He saw a girl intently focused on her electronics, and beside the girl... "Sonya Dmitriev!"

Hajime gritted his teeth as he shouted out the red-haired criminal, jumping down from the roof and landing a few feet to her right. His expression hardened as he stood upright, reaching his Box and slamming his ring into the socket under a second as he summoned his rapier, propelling himself forward with a single step as he raised it to Sonya's neck, the electronics girl sitting just underneath the rapier between the two of them. "Mikhail Rusakova. Where is he?!"

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Before I make my post, I'll no longer refer to Michael as... Michael. Here's your first enemy?

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Name:
Vincente Cleto

Age:
Seventeen years old.

Gender:
Male.

Country of Origin:
Italy (specifically Lipari)

Role:
Thirteenth Boss Candidate of the Birra Famiglia // Vongola Guardian Candidate of Storm

Weapon / Fighting Style:
Gun (stylized as a revolver) & Cigarettes – Vincente is also a talented hitman that is frequently regarded as the strongest one after the disappearance of Reborn, specializing in making his acts appear to be accidents and on the victim's accord. He shows a high degree of precision with just about any firearm, and is capable of defending himself sufficiently in close quarters.

Flame:
Storm

Appearance:
Standing at 5'11 and weighing 158lbs, Vincente has chin-length black hair that hangs over the crimson irises of bored eyes. Groomed since early childhood due to his emerging status as the sole heir to the Birra Famiglia, he is highly athletic and healthy, his middleweight composition allowing him to be exceptionally agile and a strong fighter at the same time.

Personality:
Vincente is the epitome of a modern day asshole. He is excessively conceited and egotistical, and particularly uncaring of everything except for the things that he wants and the things that could potentially get in the way of his desires, leading up to his ambition to acquire the leadership of the mafia.

Vincente is known for his nonchalant sarcasm and quick temper, often speaking to people in a disrespectful or, otherwise, denouncing manner except for his father, of whom he simply wishes to 'drop dead and die already' so that he can replace him as the next boss of the Birra. He is shown to be prejudice towards a number of societies and cultures, notably American and Japanese, and would not hesitate to proceed and toss derogatory statements towards said ethnics as insults.

Background:
Vincente Cleto was born in Lipari, Italy, directly into the mafia as the youngest of two sons by two years. His father was the twelfth boss of the Birra Famiglia, a minor family acting as a subsidiary of the Vongola Famiglia. His birth mother, of whom his father had an affair with outside of his actual marriage, was a middle-class commoner who had been kept under low-profile. She died shortly after giving birth to him from 'natural causes' as informed by his father.

Vincente, after coming to the age where he came to understand that he was the son of a mafia boss, was jealous about his older brother's status as the heir, seeing it as he was the inferior and unfavored child. When he was four years old, as the two were playing around with toy guns that their father provided them with, Vincente had secretly stolen his father's actual revolver and shot his older brother dead on purpose, though he quickly swapped his dead brother's toy gun with the real one to make it appear as if his brother had killed himself accidentally. With this, Vincente replaced his brother as the heir apparent to becoming the next boss of the Birra under no suspicion, given his age at the time.

From then on, Vincente trained rigorously to satisfy the conditions to become a powerful mafia boss, and all of his subordinates agreed (with a little bit of social engineering by Vincente himself) that he was indeed worthy of taking the reins.

Throughout these years, Vincente started to work under the radar as a self-employed hitman at a young age, and he was the perpetrator for a large number of assassinations including ones linked to the heirs of other families.

Each of these made the corresponding mafia families to grow weaker, and in turn, allowed the Birra Famiglia to grow stronger, and stronger. This resulted in the Birra toppling the Chiavarone Famiglia as the second most powerful mafia family in the world.

When Vincente was fifteen years old, the Birra Famiglia announced their official and controversial detachment away from their 'parent', the Vongola Famiglia, and broke off from the coalition under the gist that the Birra would outcompete the Vongola as the new strongest mafia family. Vincente enjoyed the chaos and uproar that he created from weakening the other families that he considered as rivals, and so, the Birra soon came in contact with their Japanese cousins – the Yakuza.

The Birra Famiglia decided to align itself with the Yamaguchi-gumi, the largest Yakuza organization in all of the world who also held contentions against the Vongola Famiglia after a conspiracy was uncovered and it was discovered that the Vongola were responsible (see Hajime Honda – The Revelation). As a sign of a strong, trustworthy bond, Vincente was arranged to be married with the Yamaguchi-gumi's Sun Guardian, of which he detested internally but did not mind, as long as he would get what he wanted and become the boss.

Soon after Vincente's seventeenth birthday, he was told to prove his worth as the next boss to his father with one last objective. His mission was to locate, find, and kill the fugitive from the Birra that had fled from their ranks years before; Cyril Leggieri. Shortly after, Vincente received a phone call from a certain person who had located his target's whereabouts in the small town of Trespiano.

Overview:
Vincente Cleto is the seventeen-year old thirteenth boss candidate of the Birra Famiglia with a lethal, pernicious attitude. He is an arrogant sadist with an occupation of collecting bloodied money as a hobby, holding no remorse for both his victims and the people around him. His hatred for the Vongola is paramount to his distaste for society.

Other:
“Poor men wanna be rich, and rich men wanna be kings. And a king ain't satisfied till he rules everything.” (Bruce Springsteeeeeeen)

Vincente is fluent in a number of languages including Italian and English, and knows enough Japanese to make his way around.

Voice - Mamoru Miyano (as Light Yagami)

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I've been too lazy to update the character directory. Shoot me.

hooray for all-nighters

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A wise person did once inquire,
Some achieve madness.

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Since y'all most likely do not visit the second or first post often, the opening and ending have been changed to fit the second arc's theme. Enjoy.

BIRRA ARC OPENING

BIRRA ARC ENDING (FULL SONG)

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"Boss is the best boss!" Daisuke exclaimed without hesitation, though for the first time, he was able to control how loud his voice was instead of shouting. It might have only been a day or two since he had met them, but already, the boy felt as if they were already his best friends. He had been overjoyed to leave the metropolis called New York; Italy was a beautiful country. It was a good thing that Miss Ottavio had given him Italian lessons back in America so that he could, well, speak the language.

Daisuke thought back to one of their sessions, remembering when she had thrown a pineapple at his head for messing up words. Such a fateful moment... Had his life been disgraced by the absence of how to say pineapple in Italian, he would not have been able to live with himself for the rest of eternity. "Fields of pineapple~" he began to daydream for a moment before snapping back to attention.

Daisuke found himself standing between Cyril and Abby, smiling childishly. "Come on, guys! Those Italian people won't find themselves!" he went back to scanning the remote area, until a realization clicked in his head, causing him to jump a little. "Wait, how are we even supposed to find a huge crowd if there's so many of them and we don't even know what they look like?!"

Continuing to think on it, Trespiano might have been a small town, but that did not mean that crowds were rare. Trespiano was in walking distance of Vendrello, which was a huge city compared to New York City, and crowds of tourists walking about were not uncommon. What were the chances that the crowd across the street wasn't the crowd that they were actually looking for? Sure, the crowd must have been substantially larger, but... "Argh! Too much thinking!"

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Michael mentally groaned, his bored eyes adrift towards the clouds above as his mind muffled out the small talk between the Mist and Rain candidates. He cursed himself for agreeing with the man's plan. He cursed himself for even deciding to go through with it in the end. He cursed himself for forcing himself to sit through all of this useless chatter. He cursed himself for being such a convincing liar. He had to pinch his thigh in order to contain the urge to draw his weapon and let loose a bit of Flames... why the hell am I even cooperating with that Vongola man, anyway? The family had already removed itself from the alliance years ago, and yet, Vongola Decimo continued to try and support them. Probably 'cause he wants us back. What a sad old man.

That idiot. Does he not know that we're going to dominate them soon? Michael's own silence began to bother him, and so he turned to the computer freak that he could have and should have killed earlier. Maybe, if I had pulled the trigger, I wouldn't be craving blood this much. "Do you need help?" he feigned concern as he slowed down his pace to match hers, forcing himself to frown instead of cringe. He clicked his tongue upon seeing that she was already a bit out of breath. "Here," Looks like I'm gonna have to wash myself when I get back, he thought as he stopped in front of Artemis and crouched. "You seem tired. Get on my back."