Post by creedkeeper on Jan 29, 2013 4:24:13 GMT -5
He wasn't there. That single statement resonated back and forth within her mind. This wasn't according to plan. Delia had gone to every safe house, followed every contingency to the letter searching for his trail. She could have... asked someone, she supposed, but that shouldn't have been necessary. And aside from that... Well. Who was left? Her sources named the few survivors, but none were close enough for congenial correspondence and the likelihood of their remaining on bloodied ground was slim to none. That left protocol. He was meant to be, in the case of an emergency, such as what the recent massacre was undeniably, escorted to one of the locations dictated by the 9th's own plans. Her plans, technically, though she'd dissociated herself from their creation in the name of anonymity at the beginning of her work with the Astore. But that was irrelevant now. The fact of the matter was that Alexander wasn't following any of them.
Of course, Boss' son's condition had not been verified since his disappearance that night. It was entirely possible she was off on a wild goose chase half way around the world for little more than the sake of a hunch and wishful thinking.
The very idea grated on her nerves.
He had to be somewhere. And, arbitrary as her current location might seem, Japan was a logical next step. Sort of. It made sense if she tried to think in terms of connections. He wasn't with the outliers of the Astore, so he might have gone on to the Astore's allies, and who more powerful than the Vongola among them to offer protection in the aftermath? Of course, the Vongola she had been to were sympathetic and offered their condolences, but were little help in actually locating the younger Astore. Their blessing and information on possible alternatives were the only benefits of the trip. This led to her current attempt, finding the younger generation of the Vongola in their home country rather than the Family's traditional home. Alexander might have been more comfortable reaching out to someone nearer his age or decided to relocate himself far from the memories of his family's death.
Either way, she could hardly blame him.
However, all of this only partially excused the inconvenience. Her Japanese was adequate at best and though a gentle smile and demure albeit unusual appearance served her well in regards to interacting with the locals, her patience was wearing thin.
“If I were a teenage mafioso in Nanimori, where would I be...?” Delia had an address. Technically. It would certainly be more efficient to arrive at the young 11th's home and inquire as to whether Boss' son had made any sort of contact with their Family here. With that in mind, it should have been her first stop. Instead she found herself wandering the crowded streets, tugging at her scarf occasionally as the harsh noon sun shone down on the multitude of strangers. A breeze was a welcome distraction to her thoughts and she allowed it to lead her away from the street idly. Her long gray skirt swished around her ankles as she glided forward with slow, deliberate movements. 'Dangerous' was one of the unlikeliest descriptions of her, a testament to subterfuge and irony alike. It wasn't as if she were hiding. “Come out, come out wherever you are...” Maybe it was time to take a break after all.
Of course, Boss' son's condition had not been verified since his disappearance that night. It was entirely possible she was off on a wild goose chase half way around the world for little more than the sake of a hunch and wishful thinking.
The very idea grated on her nerves.
He had to be somewhere. And, arbitrary as her current location might seem, Japan was a logical next step. Sort of. It made sense if she tried to think in terms of connections. He wasn't with the outliers of the Astore, so he might have gone on to the Astore's allies, and who more powerful than the Vongola among them to offer protection in the aftermath? Of course, the Vongola she had been to were sympathetic and offered their condolences, but were little help in actually locating the younger Astore. Their blessing and information on possible alternatives were the only benefits of the trip. This led to her current attempt, finding the younger generation of the Vongola in their home country rather than the Family's traditional home. Alexander might have been more comfortable reaching out to someone nearer his age or decided to relocate himself far from the memories of his family's death.
Either way, she could hardly blame him.
However, all of this only partially excused the inconvenience. Her Japanese was adequate at best and though a gentle smile and demure albeit unusual appearance served her well in regards to interacting with the locals, her patience was wearing thin.
“If I were a teenage mafioso in Nanimori, where would I be...?” Delia had an address. Technically. It would certainly be more efficient to arrive at the young 11th's home and inquire as to whether Boss' son had made any sort of contact with their Family here. With that in mind, it should have been her first stop. Instead she found herself wandering the crowded streets, tugging at her scarf occasionally as the harsh noon sun shone down on the multitude of strangers. A breeze was a welcome distraction to her thoughts and she allowed it to lead her away from the street idly. Her long gray skirt swished around her ankles as she glided forward with slow, deliberate movements. 'Dangerous' was one of the unlikeliest descriptions of her, a testament to subterfuge and irony alike. It wasn't as if she were hiding. “Come out, come out wherever you are...” Maybe it was time to take a break after all.
