The second trial was one more focused, the mission in mind being dinner. After having lost his job, the gardener found himself without much money to spare, and it was just his luck (or was it?) that when he returned home there was not a single thing to eat. He was rather craving some fish, something not enjoyed with an empty wallet unless it was fished for, and he thought it rather... convenient to use his otherwise-useless form for a second time.

     The fish was stolen right out of a bucket (he so stealthily crept to get it without being noticed, failing several times in the process) and carried off in his mouth as little paws traveled as quickly as they could down the alleys. He had almost reached a safe spot to pause and enjoy when instead--

     His furry head collided with a tall man’s leg. The fish fell onto the ground, head shaking rapidly as he regained his focus. Had he not caught himself, he would have uttered an apology; a talking cat was enough to make any person freak out, and this was the last of what he wanted.

     Unsure of how to confront the man, Julian crouched beside both him and the fish, looking up through rare azure hues.

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             — ⊰ ⊹ ⊱ — Hand on top of the other, his grip on his own fingers tightened as he raised his clouded gaze to glare at the fence blocking his path to vengeance. Infuriating. Unbearable. The frustration and anger he was attempting to contain in his heart was slowly overflowing and poisoning his entire soul. The fury wrapped around his heart whispered in his ear, commanding him to find an exit and return back to the battlefield to eliminate the group of people who deserved to burn in hell for all eternity. The Vongola Family. The people who had caused the Simon family unimaginable suffering. They were going to receive judgement for all their sins, and the redhead wanted to be there to witness them perish. He wanted to see the fire drain from Tsuna's deceitful eyes as he gave him the finishing blow.

             However, none of that was possible as long as he was still in this facility. He was entrapped in this accursed place and far away from his family. Enma was away from the people he cared most about in the world. While he had considered turning around and running away from the mafia world countless of times, he knew the reason why he couldn't was because of his love for all the members in his family. Even though he was terribly clumsy and useless, he was still their leader. It was his duty to fulfil their desires; to restore the pride the Vongola snatched away with their cold hands. The rustling from behind startled him, causing him to come face to face with a man he had seen before; but had yet to encounter. Vongola Primo. "... Is this another piece of the memory?" Placing his hand on his head, he was taken aback by the lack of memories rushing through his brain.

                                                                                                                         "... Eh?"