Mio Famiglia, Mio Scudo

Episode VII

There had been several attacks towards the students of Namimori's middle school. Many of the victims were somehow related to the criminal organisations.
Because of this, the heirs that were residing in Namimori were given extra support and protection from their respective Famiglias and clans.

This was the sight that Naoki walked into when he entered the school building.

Men in black. Women in black. Trained professionals.

The seas of hitmen and assassins parted to let him through after interrogating him thoroughly. Entering the classroom, he saw that there were also a lot more people uhan usual.

He took his seat next to Valentino, who looked very sheepish.
"Tino... What's going on?" he asked from the blonde, who kept his gaze on his notebook, not wanting to attract more attention than he already had. "Someone is systematically going through Namimori, beating students to near death, so my father decided to send me some.... Bodyguards... The others also were sent some", Naoki nodded slowly, still unsure of how he should feel about all of this. Surprisingly enough, he wasn't scared, even though there was an obvious threat. But he had the feeling that they wouldn't be targets.

During the after school clubs, Naoki found it to be rather challenging to fit everyone into his house, though it was very spacious. The mafiosi just kept pouring in like sand into a jar with rocks.
He himself was crammed into the same space as the other "Skies" and "leaders" as Tetsuya had called them. Occasionally, one of the others would give meaningful glares at their own, later on apologising for their insensitive actions as they'd tried to bond with the petite sky.

"Umm... Could.. Could we have some more room..? It's a bit hard to breathe like this", Naoki squeaked silently, afraid of having another fit. It was irrational fear, after all the flame leech was long gone, but he couldn't help but to worry. It was all too recent for him. Tetsuya ruffled his hair affectionately before he gave a glare at the body guards, who disappeared like water in Sahara. The mafia knew all too well that they were only borrowing the lands. Or.... Well... Vongola seemed to not know that they weren't really the ones in charge.

Naoki looked down towards the table, there were multiple words written on a piece of paper, a thick opus laid next to it. Valentino had had it brought in by his surbonidates as Naoki needed to learn the rules of the flame using criminal organisations. He was supposed to be choosing a name for his group, but he was utterly lost. On top of it all, he felt something tug himself.

They had gathered different words together for Naoki to choose from, but so far none of the names had caught the petite teen's interest. Naoki was utterly horrible with names.

Hours passed with him crossing out names until there was none left, somehow this irked Baku to no end. "What was wrong with the suggestions? Huh?!" he growled earning a deadpan from his friends and a tongue click from the Sky of Skies. Naoki looked out of the window, feeling frustrated and angry with himself and his incapability to explain such an easy thing.

"They just... They just don't feel right, some of them are nearly there, but something is missing, an emotion, a reason", he said before his eyes went to glance towards a door. "Haru, there's someone behind the door, could you let her in?" he continued quietly. The cloud got up from their seating, the hem of their black dress flowing along with every movement they made.

After few seconds the genderqueer returned with a girl who obviously wasn't exactly Japanese, haafu perhaps? Naoki looked at her from head to toe, noticing the tiny cuts and bruises, his own eyes hardening with anger while his heart felt sympathy for the child and cried for her. There was no spark of life in her pink eyes, her hair was in horrible condition, clothes hanging on her too big.