A Different Point of View

A New Addition

Effortlessly, he picked up the child, making sure that he was secure in his hold, and made his way towards the Manor.

He mused on what work was laid out for him to tackle.

-o-

Knuckle, the poor man, was on the brink of tears (he wouldn't deny that his worries for the small child were the very cause). He was frustrated. Never had he thought that the child would wander off into the huge Manor. For all he knew, the small child could be lost without even knowing it (he didn't dare to entertain that thought any further).

It was just his luck that most of the others were out, either on missions or personal errands, leaving the only people in the Manor to be Giotto, G. and himself included.

Closing the door to another failed attempt at finding the small child, Kuckle heaved a sigh.

He never knew the Manor was such a huge place.

He didn't think that he paid it much attention to it either, now that he thought about it...

Shaking his head, he buffered his worried core before heading out to check the rest of place. He kept whispering various prayers (more so to help himself than for the safe return of the missing child).

-o-

G. rifled through the papers in his hands, it wasn't a huge pile, not like the previous ones that he had given his Boss (and best friend). He had a stray thought that the said Boss would welcome the small paperwork amount (again, this is being compared to the mountains of paperwork that he had given the blonde idiot).

Reaching his destination, he knocked on the oak doors.

No answer came.

Frowning, G. knocked again.

Still no answer.

A familiar feeling bubbled in him as he didn't bother to knock a third time, and instead, he slammed open the doors (he must have gained some sort sixth or seventh sense when it came to his best friend way back when they were living on the streets), and cursed when he didn't see the familiar blonde anywhere in the room (he made sure to check the ceiling as well).

He didn't waste any more time in running out of the room in search of the blonde idiot Boss of his.

He promised to hand him a few couple punches when he caught him.

-o-

Alaude had just entered the Manor when he crossed paths with Giotto (the man was frantic, but that wasn't important). The latter had obviously not noticed the former's presence, as he was still searching through the lobby's nooks and crannies (how he found them in the spacious lobby was a mystery). For a moment, Alaude merely stared at the blonde man, he found little amusement to how he was portrayed in different settings (anyone would agree with him when they found out that the most fearsome character in the Mafia is naturally clutz, he had the honours of experiencing it first hand so he should know), before he decided that he would steer his attention from under the expensive looking rug that one of the Alliances' had given as a gift of gratitude for some mission accomplishment.

However, before he could do so much as calling out to the frantic man, he was interrupted by another yell (he could already guess who it was just by the sound of the yell). "Giotto!"

     Everyone knows who it'd be.

            As there was only one person who'd yell like that.

The said man perked up at the sound of his name (Alaude took the liberty of comparing him to a deer caught in hunting season) swiftly turning his head towards the source of the sound. To further Alaude's amusement, Giotto had paled considerably (he didn't think that there were any shades lighter than the bedsheets the maids cleaned every two weeks). The cause of the yells soon burst into the lobby. G. didn't waste time in immediately locking onto the very cause of his short fuse and stalked up to him. "Is there a reason why you are not in your office finishing off the previous stacks of paperwork, Giotto?"