New Greetings: Arrival of a Foreign Hitman

[Silver X]

It was about six o' clock in the morning. The sun was slowly but surely asserting its dominance over the sky, indicating that morning was just that. The weather was fairly normal, clear skies with a trace of clouds here and there and a light breeze tossing around any fallen leaves or shrubbery. Birds and other animals made noises as if saying hello or possibly claiming their territory. Sylvester liked to think of the latter, or at least that's what he thought of the animals in Romania.

He let out an exhausted sigh. He had been on the airplane for what felt like days. Never again, he thought to himself. Airplanes were nothing more than giant, flying metal death traps for unsuspecting victims. It would also be the perfect place to make an assassination look like an accident. He shuddered, vowing never to fly again. It was just too dangerous; well, that and he had a mild fear of heights. He reasoned that the acrophobia might be playing a minor role in his dislike for airplanes. Even so, they were still monstrosities.

As he trekked up the stairs towards his rendezvous point, he listened to the sounds of the birds nearby. Sylver began to wonder what kinds of wildlife resided in Namimori. Maybe if he was lucky, he reasoned that the Vongola would probably give him enough downtime to go study the creatures that lived in the peculiar country of Japan. If not, the internet existed for a reason, but that was never as fun as actually researching animals firsthand.

As he reached the top of the stairs, Sylvester noticed that whoever he was supposed to meet was already there waiting for him. Hoping he hadn't wasted too much of that person's time, he waved at the figure. He wasn't entirely sure if his gesture was seen, but it didn't really matter. As much as he disliked conversation, he would have to talk to his contact sooner or later. Oh well, no time like the present.

He walked over towards the entrance of the Namimori Shrine, which was where the man he supposed to meet was. The contact looked fairly young, probably still in his teens. If not, then he had a very babyish face. Then again, it wasn't his place to judge. He would just observe, that was his style.

"Alo," He spoke a greeting to the mafioso in his thick Romanian accent. "I am Sylvester Von Rosenberg. You must be the person that I was supposed to meet." He stretched his hand towards the boy, hoping that this was a suitable form of greeting. Then again, he was sure that if it wasn't, he could easily use his foreign status as an excuse. "What should I call you?"

[bluemonke1]

Paul was leaning against the wall, near the locked doors. He wondered why he had to pick up his new ‘friend’ here and not at the air port… He shrugged, maybe it was to get him to see a bit of Japan so he could see what he was actually going to be moving to.

He had heard a bit about this mysterious person, his name was Sylvester something something… Meh, he shrugged, he had heard stranger. So right now as he waited he had headphones on, blaring ‘The Middle’ by Jimmy Eat World. The Americans had strange music, but it seemed like the music from the 90’s related to him very well, and even though it might have a sad meaning to him personally, he still felt happy to hear the song, sort of pumping if he did say so himself.

He saw a head bob up the stairs and paused his music, taking off his headphones respectfully, he smiled and nodded. The other boy had a thick accent, however it wasn’t that bad of one. And Paul (being the nice guy he is) decided he wanted to surprise him. “Ciao e benvenuto al Giappone.” He stated, not a great accent behind the words, however, it was very well spoken. He took the hand, shook it firmly and smiled. “My name is Paul, but you can call me Line, or Dankotoru if you prefer that too.” He smiled warmly, this man seemed out of place. Like he didn’t want to be out in the open, and/or around him. Maybe shy? Nah, he held himself with a air of respect. But right now Paul didn’t need to brood much on it.

Moving his hands to his hoodie pockets, his headphones around his neck he looked up in the sky, then back to Sylvester. “How was your flight?” He asked, still leaning against the wall, not really making a move to leave the site any time soon.

[Silver X]

"Ah...uh..." Sylvester was a bit taken aback. He hadn't expected this young Japanese man to start speaking Italian, let alone it was said in a strange accent. The words made sense and he could easily translate it to his Romanian speaking mind, but they sounded like they didn't fit with the Japanese boy before him.

"Nice to meet you...uh...Paul." He forced a smile, trying not to seem too awkward. This kid was a little strange, but yet something about him made him seem respectable. A sense of confirmation arose in his mind. He assured himself that Paul was trustworthy. "Thank you for your, hospitability..." He trailed off, unsure of the correctness in his sentence structure. Japanese was a difficult language for him to learn.

"The flight?" The hitman repeated back to Paul and shook his head. "Metal boxes of death...I'm not a flyer..." He smiled nervously, trying to come across as if his absolutely horrifying experience in the flying steel trap was some sort of funny joke.

As he started to have a small conversation with the boy. A thought entered his mind. He had joined this family for a reason, because of the uncanny prowess and resolve he had seen from the members stationed in Italy, but he had another motive, one that was far more important. Because of this reason, he decided that it was best to ask Paul his question at that moment.

"Mr. Paul," Sylvester said as formally as he possibly could so that his next question wasn't too invasive. "I hope it is no problem for me to ask...Do you have any Box Animals?"

[bluemonke1]

Paul chuckled and smiled, he thought that this man was rather... Nice for lack of better terms. The next question seemed a bit odd however. "Uhh... Hmm..." he thought for a moment, he had never heard of a 'box animal'. Although he hasn't been in the family for long, but the way Sylvester asked the question made him think that it might be something important that he didn't need to know about right now. (From his family standerds anyway.)

"I actually don't know what you are talking about sir." He stated shrugging, "so, to answer your question, no. I do not have any box animals. To be honest, I haven't been in the family for long, this is my second 'mission' for the family in fact." He stated honestly, glancing at the trees around them, the birds were singing very nicely.

"Well, sorry to give you bad news, but we should get going, it may not seem like it, but in about an hour and a half it'll be raining. And we should really get you to the hotel you will be staying at." He stated smiling, walking by him and heading down the stairs from the shrine. "Don't worry though, I'm sure a lot of work will be given to you tomorrow, but I won't be around, got other plans, have to go visit my sister at the hospital. And if you aren't given any missions or anything, you are welcome to come." He stated as he continued to head down the stairs, apparently he didn't mind having his sister in the hospital visited by strangers.

[Silver X]

Sylvester had pity on the young boy. He had just entered the mafia, so he had no idea what Box Animals were, what a shame. He was also fairly bummed out by the fact that he wouldn't be able to see and document a new Box Animal right at this very second. Oh well, he reasoned, he would have time for that later.

He was just about to explain to Paul what a Box Animal was when Paul continued talking. After hearing the boy mention the weather, Sylver looked up only to see that there were not as many clouds as he had expected. The young man was right, it sure did not look like rain was coming at all.

He nodded, agreeing to let Paul lead him to his hotel. With the funds that Sylvester received from his father, the Count, he had planned on buying an apartment in Namimori. However, he did not have the time for that at the moment, so a hotel would be suitable enough for a week or two. He followed Paul down the steps, listening to him discuss his plans for tomorrow.

"Your sister?" Sylvester responded in question, "My apologies for your situation. I would be...happy to accompany you if I am free tomorrow." He felt bad that Paul's sister was in the hospital, but he was also slightly intrigued. He didn't know why that was, though. He had three sister of his own, but never were they ever in any danger. They had always been happy, healthy, annoying girls. He also never had any sort of deep relationship with them, unlike the relationship that Paul seemed to have with his own sister. It would be interesting to see a different family dynamic such as that.