When the Sky Darkens [Maguro/Vindice]

[Hideyoshi Marilène]

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falls into the sea.
i wont mind the cause in me.[/style]

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[/size][STYLE=height: 300px;overflow:auto;padding:4px 4px 4px;background-color:#5e4544;] On the horizon the sun hung sleepily gazing towards the cloud invested skies as if it were scared to wander into the darkened sky. A slight chill hung in the air that morning with a faint wetness to it as if acting as an early warning to a rainy day. Despite this a lone man sat along the out-door area of a cafe; one leg crossed on top of the other while he peacefully smoked on a cigarette letting loose small puffs of smoke. Beside him strangely sat a black top hat with four sugar cubes sitting along its brim while the depths of the hat echoed with a faint muching sound.

This man was Hideyoshi Marilène; Head Jailer of the Vindice, and the munching sound was this man's box animal who lay in hidding while eating its breakfast. A small amused smiled grace his lips watching the small ebony rabbit pop out of the hat only to grab another sugar cube before disappearing back inside. He couldn't help but find it humorous that the small bunny preferred raw sugar over carrots like a normal animal would, but then again this was not a normal animal. Finally the waitress came as his amused smile turned into a scowl of disappointment, quietly pointing to his order on a menu; a black coffee, with a Flan like desert covered in whipped cream, and chocolate sauce. The waitress dressed in a skimpy maid-like outfit nervously nodded, and ran off earning that same amused Hyde as soon as her back was tuned to him. Yes he was dining at a cosplay cafe. "Foolish Nombres...."

Yet Hyde was not here simply to make funny of the cultural interests of the residents, but following the lead from a mixture of rumors, and research. A little digging had allowed them to discovered that a certain descendant of Tsunayoshi Sawada not only went to the same school as the Decimo Vongola, but had begun silently building his own little vigilante group. Surely it had been enough to rise suspicion that they went to the same school, but after finding out that this silly little boy was following in a certain someone's footsteps became enough of a reason for Hyde to check things out. The cafe he sat outside of happened to be on a well used route to the school that a many of the students of Namimori traversed which increased his chances of finding the Undicesimo Vongola.

Pushing the inhabited top hat from the center of the table, Hyde began laying his deck of cards face-down on the table in preparation of the on-coming students. Allowing his coffee to be placed beside his cards, and the desert situated on his lap, Hyde began over turning his cards over each time a student passed the cafe. The first card depicted poor souls in hell being forced to roll large sacks of riches up hill; Greed, The second card showed nude individuals being thrown around amidst a hurricane; Lust, and soon after ten more cards were over turned, and in response Hyde's expression slowly became more agitated. Pride had always been a huge factor with the Vongola as the Famiglia laid their pride down on whatever mission they took on. Surely when he turned over the Pride card by this logic he'd have the Undicesimo Vongola.passing him by. Taking the first, and only bite of his desert, the Vindice turned over the card he had been waiting for....

Dull eyes glanced at the student currently passing by, the descendant of Tsunayoshi Sawada, his prey....


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592 WORDS ◆ TAGS Maguro/Vindice◆ NOTES Hunt for the Vongola Descendants
TEMPLATE BY SEADRA OF BACK TO NEVERLAND

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[Takumi Saito]

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[atrb=valign,top] ▲ I SHOULD KNOW WHO I AM BY NOW I WALK THE RECORD STANDS SOMEHOW THINKING OF WINTER YOUR NAME IS THE SPLINTER INSIDE ME WHILE I WAIT AND I REMEMBER THE SOUND OF YOUR NOVEMBER DOWNTOWN AND I REMEMBER THE TRUTH▲ [style=overflow: auto; height: 175px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; padding: 0 10; margin-top: -17px;]Nearby the cosplay cafe, a young boy looked up at the sky. His hands were outstretched, testing to see if any droplets landed on them. The sky was ominously gloom, warning Takumi of the impending deluge. He did not seem to mind however and just went about his planned routine. A mild squawking behind his ear caught his attention. It was coming from a small bird that looked as if it were wearing glasses tucked into the hood of the blue zip up sweater he had on. A whole day of flying around coupled with the steadily decreasing temperature meant it was time for her nap. "If you fall asleep now,"

[/i] the boy said aloud seemingly to himself, "You won't get any cake, Pipi."[/i] It was no use. The lump in his hood remained motionless as he walked on. Pipi was a box animal, a construct of Dying Will Flames and he could have just as easily cut off the flame output to her and send her back into the box to rest, but Takumi liked having her out to give him company when he went out alone.

The sky seemed to get a bit darker as he entered the patio of the cafe he was planning to eat at. The bird in his hood rustled about in its dreams. Takumi craned his neck to look at her and smiled a bit. Suddenly he felt his foot collide with a hard surface and nearly tripped. He regained his footing and found that he had tripped over an empty chair across from a man with long dark hair. "Oh, sorry,"[/i] he said embarrassed and kept his head down all the way to his seat, which given his little accident, was on the other side of the dining area. Careful not to wake the sleeping bird, he removed his blue jacket and set it on the table in front of him. After a bit, the waitress came to take his order. She was wearing a very revealing maid uniform, causing Takumi's face to become more and more red. She waved hello to him, calling him Takumi-kun and asking if he wanted the usual. He nodded, smiling a hot blooded 15 year old smile and she wrote it down in her notepad before going back inside to fetch his order. Yes he had been here before...so what...?

Once or twice while waiting for his order, Takumi made excuses to take quick glances at the stranger he had apologized to earlier. He had never seen anyone with a top hat before. The waitress came back after a bit carrying a plate with a piece of white cake adorned with a strawberry. Takumi plucked the strawberry and cleaned the frosting off before putting it in the hood of his jacket for Pipi to eat when she wakes up. It would look strange to anyone watching him without prior knowledge of the bird in his hood. The rest of the cake was all for him and he graciously dug into it. Ideally he would finish the cake and head home but let's face it, when has Takumi ever just 'gone home?'

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[Soran Lang]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;] The familiar black coat of a certain reaper danced delightfully in the cool afternoon wind. Unaffected by the rustling of his jet black hair across his eyes, Sora’s black pools focused on the form of a young boy a few meters ahead of him. Mingled with the sea of students, Soran carefully and discreetly stalked a familiar black-haired teen. Having received orders to continue his investigations involving the familgia movements in the area a few nights ago, Sora was pleasantly surprised when a potential target he saw on his first evening in Namimori, actually possessed a familgia of his own. They had seemed to be capable with a few of the guardians demonstrating a natural spark for this world. However, it was this boy, the apparent leader of the group who had caught his attention. Dressed in casual attire, compromising of a torn pair of jeans, a grey t-shirt and black sneakers, he looked like an ordinary citizen of the city. A few high school girls even gave him an inviting smile, with him returning the gesture. How ignorant they were to the truth. Hands in his pockets he followed the boy until he arrived at a cosplay café. Not surprised at the boy’s choice of locations, he figured this flaky looking teen would at least have some hobbies such as these. What his prey did on a personal level didn’t concern him, only the thrill of the battle capability intrigued him and this boy had it. Battling a fellow sky flame user a few mornings ago, he witnessed the raw emotion and potential he had, a true diamond in the rough. Having had sky flames of his own long ago, he could empathize with the boy on a small, very small level. Though, that thought faded within a moment. Waking to the patio of the café, Sora was surprised to see a familiar face there. ”Since when do you have taste such as these, Hyde?” He asked almost playfully, pulling a chair opposite the man and taking a seat. Noting Hyde’s playing cards, his playfully expression almost vanished instantly, fading down to a nervous smirk. Despite the grotesque yet innocent appearance, those cards had been the death of many, and on more than one occasion nearly maimed him. ”So what brings you here? I thought you were searching for the Vongolia descendants. ” He queried, giving his previous prey a quick glance to confirm his position. [/style]

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[Hideyoshi Marilène]

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falls into the sea.
i wont mind the cause in me.[/style]

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[/size][STYLE=height: 300px;overflow:auto;padding:4px 4px 4px;background-color:#5e4544;] Quietly he sat there eating the oddly decorated flan-like desert; dark eyes dancing between the young boy sitting a few tables away, and his hat. It may be strange but the Head Jailer found it slightly amusing how the small box animal oh so quickly would pop out and take a sugar cube as if someone were about to take its treats away. A brow arched as someone approached him, with a faint glance in the direction landing on the smiling face of his subordinate; Soran. "There are many cafés such as this in France, some with optional clothing.." The strong black liquid washed down what remain of his desert down his throat before pushing the remainer of his dish in front of Soran; strangely offering it to him.

Long slender digits slid along the smooth table top scooping up, and collecting all the cards into the palm of his hand. The last card to be picked up had also been the last one to be over turned, it depicted a young man sitting on the backs of two elder men while wearing a crumbling crown; Pride. Switching out the cards with a picture from the depths of his jacket, holding it up as if to compare Takumi to the photo while, not at all hiding his obvious staring at the young boy. When finally sure of his suspicions, he briefly flashed the picture of Tsuna towards Soran while using his index finger to point at Takumi. "Undicesimo Vongola.." There was no doubt about it this boy indeed was the descendant of Tsunayoshi Sawada, this was even evident by his oh-so clumsy entrance into the cafe. The Decimo was known to be ridiculously clumsy to the point where most nicknamed him No-Good-Tsuna, and this young man seemed to carry on that legendary clumsiness.

Quietly Hyde pushed the remaing sugar cubes into his hat, and pushed said hat onto on to the other Vindice's lap. This of course resulted in a surprised squeak from a certain black rabbit as it was flipped, and tumbled before resting on the bottom of the hat once more. Surely Soran was qualified enough to look after both, hat, and rabbit, right? Thumb, and index finger held on to the picture of Tsuna, while the other three digits clung to the half empty cup of straight black coffee as he pulled out a chair, and sat a little too close to the young boy. Hell this man was even so bold as to carry a fork from his own desert with him, and take a bite of Takumi's cake without even a single word to him before hand. "Bonjour." The accent was strange to the ear yet had a faint charming quality, this mix of french, and japanese vocal patterns blending into sing out in one voice.

The remaining coffee was chugged down as sophisticated as he could managed the action while a false smile played on his lips, and nodded gently at Takumi. His instincts told him to carry this young man off to Vendicare right away, but for the moment he restrained this urge as everyone was entitled to a fair trail. For the moment Hyde wanted to in his on way check to make sure that the Vindice's intel had been correct, and that they weren't blindly following rumors. After all the boy had not truly broken any of the laws of the Mafia World... No he was only trampling on his ancestor's will, that was all.. "Things will go smoother if you do not resist,or cause a scene, Nombre." The strange man nodded back towards poor Soran whom had been left by his lonesome at the other table. The gesture meant to hint that the other man would play some sort of role if the teenager decided to make things difficult.

Without another word, Hyde placed the photo on the table, and pushed it towards Takumi until it sat directly in front of him. Still holding the coffee cup he looked back, and forth between the picture, and the boy as if trying to say with his features 'Looks a lot like you, huh?'. It never left his mind that most of his actions were being made under the presumption that this boy was the one he was looking for. "What do you know of the Mafioso World, and the Vongola?." Whats the worst that could happen? This young man could simply think that this was just some crazy Frenchman who spoke of Mafioso, and the Vongola, whatever that meant. It wasn't like Hyde carried what children thought especially this one if it indeed was the wrong youth.

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791 WORDS ◆ TAGS Maguro/Vindice◆ NOTES Hunt for the Vongola Descendants
TEMPLATE BY SEADRA OF BACK TO NEVERLAND

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[Takumi Saito]

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[atrb=valign,top] ▲ I SHOULD KNOW WHO I AM BY NOW I WALK THE RECORD STANDS SOMEHOW THINKING OF WINTER YOUR NAME IS THE SPLINTER INSIDE ME WHILE I WAIT AND I REMEMBER THE SOUND OF YOUR NOVEMBER DOWNTOWN AND I REMEMBER THE TRUTH▲ [style=overflow: auto; height: 175px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; padding: 0 10; margin-top: -17px;]Fully engrossed in his cake, Takumi barely noticed another adult join the long haired man and converse with him. He was the one who had been watching Takumi for quite a bit without the young boy noticing. The long haired man gave his acquaintance his hat and began walking over to the boy enjoying his cake. By the time Takumi had looked up the man had already took a seat dangerously close to him. At first sight of the man he averted his gaze back to his cake. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye he spotted a fork coming in before scraping a sizable piece from Takumi's dessert. His mouth was open wide at this act of sheer rudeness and/or gravitas. He turned his head to get a better view of the man who had invaded his personal space and gave him a look that conveyed his anger and confusion while still remaining fairly respectful. "Sure, help yourself,"

[/i] he said sarcastically at the strange man eating the piece of his cake. "Can I help you? Or have you already helped yourself? Just take the whole thing."[/i] He pushed the cake away from him, closer to the long haired man. That fork had food residue on it before hand and Takumi worried about diseases when sharing food with strangers. Without a cake, he had no more reason to stay at the cafe. He was about to pick up his jacket and leave when the man gave him the most curious of suggestions. Takumi wondered what would happen that would cause either one of them to make a scene. The man's intimidating aura had not faded one bit so Takumi thought it would be best to heed the warning. "Look, is this about the chair thing? I'm sorry."[/i]

Wordlessly, the man produced a photograph and slid it to Takumi so it resided where the cake once stood. Takumi instantly recognized the one in the photo. His first action at Nami middle was to search the yearbook archives for the photo of his hero. The face of Tsunayoshi Sawada was forever recognizable to him. His eyes widened but he managed to bring them back to size in a split second: it was best not to show any reaction. Questions about Tsunayoshi invariably led to questions about something else, which mostly led to Takumi having to fight someone. "Now that you mention it we do kind of look alike. Handsome man I might add. Who is he?" [/i] This man had been the first to point out how they looked alike and Takumi kept a stone face despite secretly being delighted at the comparison. The man asked the question Takumi knew was coming, a question about the mafia world. He tried his best to lie with the knowledge that right under the man's nose, tucked in the hood was a sleeping box animal. "Vongola? I've heard rumors. They used to be a half decent gang here in Namimori right? But I also heard they were gone now. As for the rest of the mafia world I don't know anything. I'm a good kid I try to keep my nose clean from crime. You got the wrong guy." [/i] His trepidation was now too much to control as the man's questions seemed to all point toward the same thing, the vigilante group he was currently the leader of. The look in the man's eyes did not look like one of someone who wanted to join...

He scooped up his jacket, carefully putting it on without revealing the animal within and began to exit the cafe. His steps were nervous and uncoordinated as he tried his best not to look back at either of the two men who were undoubtedly still eying him as he made his exit.

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[Soran Lang]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;] With a raised eyebrow, Sora eyed the dessert before him, wondering whether it tasted as good as it looked. Anybody that knew these two men's real identities would find this sort of behaviour strange, and even the other Vindice jailors found it odd the closeness of the two, yet it was nothing new to Sora. It was his choice to remain by the Hyde’s side, even going so far as to take up his current occupation to remain near his saviour. Hyde was probably the closest thing Sora possessed akin to a friend. Picking up a fork that lay on the table he took a bite of the flan-like cake. Delicious. He thought, as he quickly scooped up three more bites during Hyde’s presentation. Placing the fork back on the table besides the now empty plate, the sound of Sora’s chuckling resided at the table for a moment. How amazing was this, the very boy he had taken an interest in was a descendant of the Vongolia. He usually had good instincts when it came to potential flame users, but this time they had hit the money. Before he could stand up and charge down the boy of interest, a black top hat containing a similiarly coloured rabbit got thrusted into his lap. ”Oh Ku, it’s you.” He muttered softly, as he looked at the rabbit inside the hat, Ku merely responding with a quick glance before returning to his sweet meal. Looking up to ask an explanation for this, he realized that Hyde had already moved to the boy’s table. ”Damn, he got to the kid first. Guess I’ll wait my turn.” He mused aloud, Ku giving him another curious look. With a playful smile, he petted the black rabbit on the head before focusing his vision to the table across from him. Despite the distance from him, Sora could barely hear the conversation between the two males. A wicked grin ever increasing as the boy continued his pathetic deceit. Sora had known better to believe anything that came out of that boy’s mouth, having witnessed first-hand his capabilities as a flame user. Still he had at least enough sense to lie about his true identity to a stranger. The mafia world was not kind to half-witted individuals. Watching the boy stand up and head towards the exit, Sora did the same; instead he strode over to Hyde, the hat clenched carefully in his grasp. ”You going to let him go Hyde? You do know his a Sky flame user. He even has his own little famiglia running around, though they just a bunch of school kids playing vigilante at the moment.” Handing the hat back to its owner he eyed the boy leaving intently. ”Want me to bring him back?” He asked, a wicked grin on his face now. [/style]

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[Hideyoshi Marilène]

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falls into the sea.
i wont mind the cause in me.[/style]

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A soft groan parted his lips as Hyde gently rubbed his forehead attempting usher away a slowly growing headache as he was force feed this child's bullshit. The absolutely last thing you wanted to do was to lie to the Vindice; usually those who did ended up in a worse mess than what they would have been in. It Takumi truly wasn't the one they were looking for then the right course of action was to stay seated instead of running off. Running off was only making him look more guilty. Sighing loudly, Hyde pulled the cake closer not about to let good food go to waste despite his now ruined mood as if in hopes the tasty desert would ease away some of his annoyance. Why? Why on earth did people have to make such things so much harder on themselves? Takumi should count his lucky stars that he was not a criminal they were pursuing or the inevitable punishment that was coming his way would be greatly harsher.

This time Hyde did not even achknownledge the other Vindice as Soran approached him with Ku, and hat in tow, more than eager to give chase to the young boy. Gently he took the hat out of Soran's clenched grip; setting it aside before pulling the rabbit out, and setting the creature on his lap offering it a peice of the leftover cake. As strange as it was awkward for the Head Jailer to act so affectionately to the small black fuzzball, it felt so normal to him as it was with most pet owners. One thing that set Hyde from other people was that he had the skill, and power to strike down whomever spoke in critisim about his affectionate actions. Though firstHyde had to actually care about their opinions. "I've lost my patience with this Nombre... Do as you please"

Hyde would no sooner give chase after a 'Nombre' than would the moon stop revolving around the earth. It'd take a monumental act such as pigs flying in a frozen over hell before he took a single step to chase after the young boy. The man stopped in mid-movement as if something just struck him, now just holding a second bite of cake for his box animal. Humorously the black rabbit struggled against its owners hold trying to stretch its body to the fork carrying its next bite of sweets, that hovered just out of its reach. "Do not kill him, simply capture him, and wait for me. " Assigning Soran to give chase after the young boy equated to not only signing him a death sentence, but to actually throw him in the electric chair. No doubt Soran would take the boy's life if he wasn't told otherwise. Sure Hyde was taking the fun out of it for the other Jailer, but he'd just have to deal with it as for now his boss had plans for Takumi.

"Do not make the same mistake as the boy, and keep me waiting.." His gaze lowered menacingly as if to hint at there'd be some sort of punishment if Soran dared take his time with this chase.... Or worse, if he failed. While he looked hardly threatening at all by siting there gently feeding a bunny cake, the murderous intent emitting from the man was enough to stop the heart of a normal person,
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569 WORDS ◆ TAGS Maguro/Vindice◆ NOTES You guys can now skip over me until Takumi is successfully captured.
TEMPLATE BY SEADRA OF BACK TO NEVERLAND

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[Soran Lang]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]355 WORDS[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;] Despite its subtleness, Sora could begin to see the annoyance creep up onto Hyde’s features, the man was certainly not impressed with this boy, this Vongolia. If there was ever one thing you did not want to do it was to annoy Hyde. Even Soran wouldn’t dare. Though he suppose he should be thankful to the boy. His little charade gave him the perfect opportunity to have a little fun. With the all clear from the Head Jailor himself, Sora began his chase, that was until Hyde added one last stipulation. ”You really know how to spoil a guy’s fun.” Despite his playful tone when he spoke those words, a nervous gulp followed soon after as Hyde gave him a stern and deadly warning. This man was dangerous, his murderous intent radiating off his form. It made Soran sweat, the only physical response a reaper such as himself would allow but a loud statement it was. With a simple nod he was gone, moving swiftly pass other customers and onto the streets. Following the direction the boy headed to, he moved with a casual yet increased speed, eyes scanning the area until it located his target. Got you. Hands in his pockets once again he slowed down, so that they boy just remained in his sights at all times. Following for about ten minutes, the boy took a quick turn into a side street, most probably a shortcut home or something. Whatever the reason, it didn’t matter to Sora and it was actually a blessing for him. The street was void of life this time of day and the threatening clouds in the sky only further persuaded people to leave the streets. Turning into the side street, Sora quickened his pace, making sure to catch up to his target but still keeping some distance between him. The boy would most definitely have noticed his presence now and Sora wanted that. He wanted his target to feel the tension as the hunter stalked its prey. With a whistle he officially announced his presence. ”It’s not polite to lie than run away from a conversation, sky flame user.” He called out, a polite yet dangerous smile covering his face. [/style]

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[Takumi Saito]

[atrb=border,0,bTable][atrb=width,450px,bTable][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background: #000;] TAGS: Vindice Maguro NOTES: Aw Snaps.

[atrb=valign,top] ▲ I SHOULD KNOW WHO I AM BY NOW I WALK THE RECORD STANDS SOMEHOW THINKING OF WINTER YOUR NAME IS THE SPLINTER INSIDE ME WHILE I WAIT AND I REMEMBER THE SOUND OF YOUR NOVEMBER DOWNTOWN AND I REMEMBER THE TRUTH▲ [style=overflow: auto; height: 175px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; padding: 0 10; margin-top: -17px;]His steps were full of purpose. Those questions were starting to get troublesome, he thought to himself as he strode down the street away from the cafe. A feeling, nay a fleeting impression of being watched came over him. It was the same as the feelings from the past few days. He did not know how he knew, where this hidden intuition came from, but he knew that he was being watched for some time and now his surveyors had made their move. If it's a fight they want then it's a fight they're going to get. He ducked into a street that he knew would be vacant, it was after all the middle of the day and school was still in session. Takumi had been let out early for certain reasons. It was best to be in a place where no civilians could identify the Namimori school child spouting flames, or worse get caught in the crossfire. His phone put in some work as he frantically called each one of his guardians with his location and to explain that if he wasn't in school the next day, he was dead. He had just left a message on his Cloud Guardian's phone when the pursuer revealed himself. It was the man from the cafe who came to join the man with long hair. He spoke with bone-chilling apathy and something about the man told Takumi that he should not be glad to see him. "Your friend ate my cake I had no reason to stay," he said, casually moving his hands into his jacket pockets. "Sky Flakes? What?" he added. It seemed they had seen through his act but he intended to ride the lie a little bit longer for the sake of buying time: his hand closed around the box in his pocket. Even now a small flicker of orange flame burned on the ring on that hand, waiting to be inserted in the event this stranger really wanted to fight. His tongue moved slowly in his mouth, assuming the shape it makes when he whistles Pipi into action. Your move, he thought as he stared back at the man. Staredowns are easy enough when you are paralyzed with fear. [/style] TEMPLATE BY CIPHER

[Soran Lang]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;,bTable][style=margin-right: 5px; height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 200px; border-radius: 100px; overflow: auto; float: left; overflow: hidden; background-image: url(http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b383/ryua/raidou/f15.png);][cs=2] [/style] [style=margin-bottom: -5px; font-weight: bold; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -3px;]lonely wanderer[/style] [style=border-top: 1px dotted #b3b3b3; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 3px;]CAN YOU SEE WHAT I SEE...[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]338 WORDS[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;] The smile on Sora’s face shrunk slightly as the boy continued on with his little charade, it was beginning to become irritating to say the least, yet his smile didn’t vanish completely. When the boy proclaimed it to be his move, two males just stared at each other for a moment. ”Okay, if you insist,” he said, casually walking towards the other boy. He had no doubt on his mind the boy would fight back but the real question remained, how long would he last. Closing the distance to about 6 feet, Sora’s left hand moved out of his mantle’s pocket, revealing the black ink-like flames of the Eighth element manifesting on the ring on his middle finger. With a toothy grin, he hand snapped forward quickly, mimicking the motion one would use when using a whip. Though in this case, the whip would be a long black serrated chain that formed instantly from the black flames escaping his ring. Extending to its true length of 8 feet as it moved swiftly from Sora’s ring, the chain would arch over the distance easily and attempt to descend down upon Takumi with every intention of cleaving the boy in half, right down the middle. Despite his intent to end this boy, Sora wasn’t stupid enough to kill the boy outright. This was merely a test to see how capable he was. If he was the true descendant of the Vongolia then this attack would be nothing before him. If he died then he really wasn’t that much of threat and a waste of time to Hyde anyway. Of course the strength Soran possessed was overwhelming to most people he faced and he had a problem holding back in combat, a problem that caused him to accidently kill a couple prisoners in the past and one that might happen again as the chain ripped through the street like it was nothing, fissuring the ground as it moved and retracted its length back to Sora. ”Did I overdo it a liitle?” [/style]

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[Takumi Saito]

[atrb=border,0,bTable][atrb=width,450px,bTable][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background: #000;] TAGS:Maguro Vindice NOTES: Shieeeeet

[atrb=valign,top] ▲ I SHOULD KNOW WHO I AM BY NOW I WALK THE RECORD STANDS SOMEHOW THINKING OF WINTER YOUR NAME IS THE SPLINTER INSIDE ME WHILE I WAIT AND I REMEMBER THE SOUND OF YOUR NOVEMBER DOWNTOWN AND I REMEMBER THE TRUTH▲ [style=overflow: auto; height: 175px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; padding: 0 10; margin-top: -17px;]The stranger showed the ring on his hand. Takumi waited for it to ignite, what color would it be? Orange? Red? Yellow? Green? None. The ring bled a deep black. It was not the bright colors of the Dying Will Flames of the Sky. In fact Takumi had never seen anything like it, nor heard it from his mother. His fear grew to frightening levels. The stranger chopped the air and after his motions came down a large bladed chain, seemingly out of nowhere. Takumi stood intimidated by the feat of a fellow weapon conjurer. His feet were frozen. Move... the panic was too much. I can't die here. Move... Flames erupted from his ring in a surge of bright orange resolution brought on by the fleeting image of white hair and one bright red eye. A quick push with his hands and a great orange pulse knocked him just out of the path of the deadly chain. It crashed into the floor kicking up dust and gravel in every direction with Takumi concealed within. A whistle, a flash of orange light in the depths and suddenly Takumi dashed out at the stranger, a bright orange swirl of flames welling up around his right hand. "Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaa." He clenched his fist and the aura surrounding it elongated until Takumi was holding a large ethereal orange claymore. Takumi took a wide horizontal swing at this stranger and at the end of the arc the sword faded into the air, becoming the aura around his fists once more in time to brace for the counter attack. I can't die here.. [/style] TEMPLATE BY CIPHER

[Soran Lang]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]--- WORDS[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]Even as the dust and debris filled the spot where the Vongolia boy was, even as the defiant glow of orange flames pierced the dust cloud and even as the charging form of a determined boy came towards him, Soran couldn't remove the excited expression he displayed. Watching the orange flames around the boy form into a blade, Sora remained stationery as only his arm covered in black flames flourished with swift movements. Almost replicating its handler's movements and reacting with a semblance of life, the black chain whipped back towards Soran with speed, coiling around him and intercepting the flaming sword that tried to harm its master. Deflecting the blade away from Soran, the grinding form of it cut through it halfway as it moved around Soran. "Very nice kid, but you gonna have to do better than that to pierce my flames. Please try harder." His voice held an almost playful tone to it yet his eyes held the sharpness of a predator. Whipping his chain back to life and away from his body, Soran charged the boy with a burst of acceleration, his movements mimicking those of a viper as he appeared before Takumi. Right hand finally out of his pocket, inky blackness seemed to swallow it as it formed a black fist that moved to strike Takumi in his face. The Eighth element flames on his fist would strengthen it to that of steel and a direct connection with Takumi would render him instantly unconscious. However, that was not everything Soran had to offer and the much more dangerous threat loomed behind the young boy. Even as Sora moved to pummel his target with his fist, his left hand had skillfully manipulated the dark chain in his sudden movement. While distracted by the intimidating form of the Reaper, Takumi would soon find himself wrapped up with hundreds of merciless blades compliments of the serrated chain that would come up behind him and coil around its victim. Caught within this pincer attack, if Takumi didn't notice the chain he would be caught and smashed simultaneously and even if he did see he would have to choose the lesser of two evils being attacked from two fronts. Soran waited eagerly to see which choice his prey would make, hoping the boy would meet his expectations and surprise him. [/style]

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[Takumi Saito]

[atrb=border,0,bTable][atrb=width,450px,bTable][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background: #000;] TAGS:Vindice Maguro NOTES:This is my last trumpcard. capture me now.

[atrb=valign,top] ▲ I SHOULD KNOW WHO I AM BY NOW I WALK THE RECORD STANDS SOMEHOW THINKING OF WINTER YOUR NAME IS THE SPLINTER INSIDE ME WHILE I WAIT AND I REMEMBER THE SOUND OF YOUR NOVEMBER DOWNTOWN AND I REMEMBER THE TRUTH▲ [style=overflow: auto; height: 175px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; padding: 0 10; margin-top: -17px;]Takumi stepped back as soon as the stranger had parried his attack. The spectral sword retreated back, forming once again into a shapeless aura enveloping his forearm. That first clash had been to test the general fighting style of the stranger. Takumi said nothing as the stranger mocked the student's supposed weakness, a look of anger and resolution still etched onto his face. Without warning, the stranger dashed up to Takumi and removed his hand from out of his coat. A swirling blackness overcame this hand as the stranger threw a murky punch at the young boy. The flame enhanced punch looked incredibly dangerous. He would rather not take it head on but if he had no choice, he would have to use that. Takumi's muscles tensed, preparing to react to the blow when he just barely caught a glimpse of his assailant's non-dominant hand making a sudden jerking motion, a motion reminiscent of the one that had willed the deadly chain to life moments ago. Faced with a two pronged assault, Takumi saw no other option than to expend the closest thing he had to a trump card. As the stranger closed in on him, he whipped his coat open to reveal a small green box dangling precariously from a chain attached to his belt. With a flick of his wrist he inserted his flame and dashed full speed at his attacker. It was mostly in an attempt to throw off the timing of the assault, after all, who in their right mind would charge at such a devastating punch. The stranger's fist connected and the force rang out in an explosion that kicked up more dust into the air. The encircling chains were brushed aside in an electrifying flash of orange. When the dust cleared, Takumi stood resolute holding the stranger's flame coated fist in his own hand, or what seemed to be. The black murky flames stopped short of Takumi's palm unable to penetrate the aura around it, which was no longer shapeless. It seemed uncharacteristically stable now, glowing a bright orange while occasionally flickering with bits of green lightning. In Takumi's other hand was the spectral sword that had deflected the chains. It too looked different, no longer covered in a smoky aura reminiscent of the mist flame and instead at times crackling with lightning. Thank you, Sho. Your flames are high quality, Takumi thought to himself. He whistled loud and the hood of his jacket sprung to life and began moving frantically as the little bird struggled to escape it. Without warning a burst of sky flames shot out of the bottom of the hood, creating a large hole in it as Pipi flew out and breezed past the stranger's face. It left a sizable but mostly harmless puff of flames intending to obscure the stranger's vision and took to circling the sky around the two combatants. Trying his best to keep the stranger's hand bound in his, Takumi reformed the sword into an aura around his free hand and swung it forcefully, intending to catch the stranger off guard with a hook directly to his face. The fist, solidified by the lightning flames' inclusion into the aura would deal devastating damage... assuming it connected. [/style] TEMPLATE BY CIPHER

[Hideyoshi Marilène]

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falls into the sea.
i wont mind the cause in me.[/style]

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[/size][STYLE=height: 300px;overflow:auto;padding:4px 4px 4px;background-color:#5e4544;] Half opened eyes glazed over with a mix of annoyance, and impatience burned holes into a business mounted clock across the street. Patience may be a virtue, but it was not at all one that Hyde possessed especially when it had already stretched to its limits. In the small amount of time that Soran had chased after the young Descendant of the Decimo, Hyde had managed to chug down around ten cups of coffee, and six plates of desserts; the dishes of such now covered the petite outdoor table. A sigh passed his thin lips as dark eyes moved their gaze from the clock to the silver rose shaped ring that clung tightly around his finger frozen in a state of a premature bloom. His fist slowly balled up into a fist, clenching tightly as a black murky flame sparked though looking more like a heavy shadow had fallen upon his ring.

It was never seen if Takumi's punch connected, or not, as something flew between the two combatants in a split second; bursting upwards from the ground. Along their feet the same murky flames that had covered the Jailer's hand blazed dimly on the ground opening a portal for the small object to traverse. What exactly this object was remained a mystery to the two as before a proper gaze could fall upon it, said objected exploded in a burst of light. With strength rivaling that of a stick of dynamite, the explosion had enough power to easily separate the two if they hadn't jumped a split-second sooner as to evade the miniature explosive. Following the explosion the inky black portal along the ground spread allowing for something quite larger than the small explosive to emerge.

"I believe I advised you not to try my patience, Soran...". Harsh, and flat, Hyde's voice flowed through the portal before even the top of his hat made even the slightest appearance. His back remained pointed towards Soran, and yet despite the fact that the Head Jailer did not even give his subordinate even the faintest glance; a foreboding aura seemed to lash out at the other man. In all honesty, he may have actually lashed out in anger at Soran if he had taken a look due to taking so long in obtaining this boy. " You will stand down, and I'll capture the boy. ". Was this child this much a handful? Impossible. Such a child should be no match for a Vindice of any caliber of strength. Regardless, now Hyde himself had to sully his hands, and arrest the young boy with his own hands since his subordinate could not handle such an easy task.

A low growl actually cut past his lips attempting to break the emotionally vacant gaze that bore down upon the boy covered in Sky, and Lightning flames before him. His ringed hand clenched even tighter as his finger nails risked breaking through the skin of his palm. As his rage built, a shapeless blob of inky black flames engulfed his figure as Hyde's anger threatened to bubble to the surface. " Boy! I'm going to be as fair as I can, you'll be allowed three strikes. If I do not fall by the third blow, you will be my prisoner; I will capture you without any restraint. I'd advise that you do not hold back at all..". As he spoke the flames around his body retreated back to his ring... Or so it seemed. No sooner had they deminish, did they flames erupt out of the ring this time taking shape; slimming, and compacting into a series of chains not unlike Soran's. The only difference was that Hyde's was much shorter, and at the end the chains seemed to coil around each other to form a sphere no smaller than a basket ball.

To the untrained eye this would appear to be some sort of box weapon albeit without the box, but no doubt the fellow Vindice knew exactly what this was. A sign that Hyde's impatience, and anger had reached its peak. Soran would recognize this as the Head Jailer's Esclavage, or rather the offensive form of it obtained by wrapping the excess chains around the straitjacket thus creating a makeshift mace. God help Takumi, as with Hyde's Esclavage taking this form only meant that the man intended to rough the boy up some before taking him in, Glaring down at the young mafioso, Hyde did not budge an inch as he waited for the next three attacks to come at him so they he may finally act against this boy.
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770WORDS ◆ TAGS Maguro/Vindice◆ NOTES Hunt for the Vongola Descendants
TEMPLATE BY SEADRA OF BACK TO NEVERLAND

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[Takumi Saito]

[atrb=border,0,bTable][atrb=width,450px,bTable][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background: #000;] TAGS:Maguro Vindice NOTES:Its time for a filler post

[atrb=valign,top] ▲ I SHOULD KNOW WHO I AM BY NOW I WALK THE RECORD STANDS SOMEHOW THINKING OF WINTER YOUR NAME IS THE SPLINTER INSIDE ME WHILE I WAIT AND I REMEMBER THE SOUND OF YOUR NOVEMBER DOWNTOWN AND I REMEMBER THE TRUTH▲ [style=overflow: auto; height: 175px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; padding: 0 10; margin-top: -17px;]A strange feeling, reminiscent of the stranger's black flame, overcame Takumi as he was throwing his punch. Suddenly he was thrown backward from a violent explosion, tumbling across the ground before finally coming to a stop on his stomach. Disoriented as he may have been, he still understood that against this opponent, lying on your stomach was the fastest way to death and so he tried his hardest to get back to his feet. The aura extinguished as his left arm tightened around his stomach and ribs to stave off the pain while his right hand propped him up enough to use his legs to stand up. An all too familiar voice flowed through a mysterious portal in the ground at the point the explosion had emanated. "You.." was all Takumi could say as soon as he saw the long dark hair of the cake stealer. This was no time for cake stealing jokes. Whoever these men were, they were out for blood. I wronged them somehow and they're out for vengeance..wait.. Vengeance.. the portal, the chains...I know who they are. His heart felt heavy in his chest at the revelation. His mother had told him stories of Tsunayoshi's run in with the keepers of mafia law but Takumi could not piece it together due to the fact that these two were not wrapped in bandages. Even as his fear ramped up in his chest he mouthed the word on his mind, Vindice. The aura reignited around his arms as he channeled his resolve, nay his very will to live, into his box weapon. He was going to die here. Even during his fight with the stranger he sensed that his opponent was taking him very lightly, not fighting with his true strength. And now that formidable fighter was joined by his master, who seemed not in a trifling mood. This master barked at the boy, giving him three strikes to attain victory or be captured. His enhanced lightning flame time was running out. He had one last trump card: reason. A fool's gambit. "What the hell is this three strikes bullshit? What do you guys want from me, jeez? Why go to these lengths?" he asked, clutching his aching ribs, "I think I've earned an explanation." The man extinguished his flame, giving Takumi that mad hope that somehow he bought himself some time, but the flames reappeared on his hand, generating a flail-like outcropping of chains. "Oh..." Takumi remained rooted to the spot, a part of him waiting to see if the man would oblige his questions, another part waiting to see if the man would instead try to attack during the stare down, and the last planning his next three moves. [/style] TEMPLATE BY CIPHER