Chapter 18: Inheritance Arc 2

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[Goal update:3/7]

"In short, another weirdo." Tsuna sighed despondently when the mid-morning pause came "I wonder what's up with them..."
"I may have an answer to that!"

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"Whoa! Reborn! Don't jump out of nowhere like that!" the Vongola heir shouted to the cursed hit man that had just appeared through the third story window and was now given Kazami a whining Padfoot
"The annoying mutt wanted to see you." he announced "And I've done a quick research about the so called Simon Middle School those seven are pretending to come from..."
"Found anything interesting?"

"There's no Simon Middle School, the paper trail is false." he bluntly affirmed "But... There is a small, weak, allied Famiglia that most people tend to forget about called the Simon Famiglia!"
"That's a harsh assessment." Takeshi winced
"In a true Reborn fashion." Hana noted amusedly, without taking her nose off the large tome she was reading

"So how do we play it?" Tsuna wondered "Do we just observe them from afar? Or do we confront them?"
"They are a new, allied Famiglia coming into town." Kazami commented, Padfoot now nibbling on her uniform "We shouldn't hide from them, it would be as suspect from us as it is from them not to have said anything to us."
"It could be that they don't know who we are?" Tsuna suggested, not really believing it

"If it is the case, then Reborn was right, they are ridiculously small and weak." Gokudera snorted "Anyone not knowing about us Vongola X, especially after this summer and the up coming Inheritance Ceremony, clearly lack any information gathering skills..."
"So, we talk to them, then." Tsuna concluded "What do we know about the Simon Famiglia? Do we go full formal mafia style or do we play the student card?"

"There are surprisingly few information available about them." Reborn admitted reluctantly, not liking to confess to lacking anything "Nono himself only found about them while perusing Primo's personal correspondence... It's as if someone took great care to erase any trace of them from the Vongola's files..."
"Even the CEDEF files?" Hana asked, eyes widening
"Unsure..." Reborn muttered "I'll contact Lavande about it."

"Then, let's play the student card." Hana suggested "If so few information are available, being seen as students before mafiosi will help them underestimate us if need be and help us dig more about them discretely meanwhile."
"I'll talk to Kozato-san during lunch hour, then." Tsuna decided

A few hours later, Kazami let her brother go and befriend the shy new student, while Gokudera was intently studying the other transfer of their class, insisting that someone so strange couldn't be completely human, and utterly fascinated by her, and went to join Kyoya on his favorite lunch time activity – apart from terrifying students – of napping in the sun on the roof.

However that wasn't to be, as the door leading to said roof was suddenly opened violently and a tall girl wearing the Simon uniform stalked to the roof "You!" she exclaimed, pointing toward her pack mate, that lazily opened an eye "Are you Kyoya Hibari?"
"Hn."

[Goal update: 4/7]

Apparently, this was affirmative enough for the transfer girl, that went on declaring "I'm Adelheid Suzuki, 3rd year, and starting on today, I'm appropriating the reception room previously held by the disciplinary committee for the liquidation committee." a smirk "Further more, this school order will now be protected by the liquidation committee instead of the disciplinary committee." she was now glaring "If you resist, I'll have to act accordingly."

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"Hm..." Kyoya mused "You do realize you need all the committees approval for this."
"Already gotten." nodded the girl, taking out a signed list and several torture photos
Kyoya's lazily got up from the ground "Ah well, I guess I need to remind the herbivores of the school hierarchy then..."
"Please avoid causing to much damages." Kazami asked "And try to finish your fun by the end of school activities, Mizuki has something to tell us this evening."
"Of course, alpha."

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