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*Hugs back*

Izzy should probably have responded like weeks ago and asked things back, but well… has now been turned into a prompt.

Squalo’s been wondering what’s had Sawada’s Cloud Guardian and presumed bonded-Cloud tied up in knots so bad and frequently that the bloodlust and viciousness is considered part of his personality.

It’s a thought that’s been bugging him, since one slow morning as he watched Skull tinker on some bike in the killing yard and thought that his younger self would have never thought of this being peaceful. Balanced and in Harmony, if a touch incomplete still.

So he told Bel that he could go pester Sawada, the Cloud himself and get some sushi too while he was at it.

Squalo had no hope of actually receiving any of said sushi -Bel would eat it all on the plane to the point of getting sick just to be petty- and expected an eventual and informal report.

Bel picked a fight with him as soon as he stepped into the room.

This was not the teasing, playful fights either but one where Bel was at least half-serious and so Squalo had to pay attention to not get dead.

Outside of Boss, Bel was actually the deadliest of them all able to slaughter his way through masses of people without having to focus on one at a time or having to destroy their minds first.

It didn’t last long, but was enough to prove a point. Squalo got it.

Bel was serious and he sat himself down on the couch seemingly at perfect ease, pulling out one of those cheap juice drinks that didn’t even bother with being in plastic.

“Hibari Kyoya’s appointment as Cloud Guardian to Sawada Tsunayoshi’s Sky is almost entirely political. There’s a low bond between them but it’s distant if affectionate. Like the stray cat you feed and are fond of but won’t miss too much if it goes missing. The Vongola is lucky that Hibari believes in duty and is less of a free spirit than some other Clouds and is fond of animals.

“I expect that relationship to stay stable, so long as Hibari finds it beneficial to be ‘friendly’ with Sawada Tsunayoshi. I don’t expect that they’ll ever properly Bond on a deep level.

“Hibari Kyoya is already Cloud for another Sky.” Bel finished, smug as could be seen.

“Someone local? Hot for teacher turned into something else?” Because Clouds were easy to understand; their extremes less so.

“It’s his cousin. About four generations out on one side and two on another, branch family within the Hibari clan. The Hibari don’t have a genetic pre- disposition towards certain Flames as far as I could tell.”

“That’s rather obvious when the Storm Arcobaleno’s related and they’re not all Storms.”

“The Prince is speaking,” Bel reminded him; Squalo shut up. “Hibari’s right hand is said cousin who runs and supports things for him.”

Which was slightly odd but cultural values outside the mafia could be so. And if this was the clan thing at work, then being subservient made sense.

“Also are you aware that both of them are related to you? They share a Superbi grandmother.”

“I take it she’s dead.” Or else she’s missed the reunion and never brought the idea up intentionally, which was pretty much the major ‘string’ to being part of the Superbi. Some people did leave, because of whatever reason but most didn’t even if they were so remotely related because that meant access if they needed it.

“Very dead, but lots of people ended up as such during the second World War. Makes travel difficult, ushishishishi.”

Well that explained a lot of things. Certain branches branches of his famiglia did wander far and wide and not all survived the wandering.

“I’ll have to visit before Sawada’s Cloud makes his and too many animal references to be missed.” Superbi naming traditions having the unintentional effect of making animal references a very Superbi-thing. “And I’ll tell him why he shouldn’t bring his cousin and let him decide if he would.”

“Isn’t a Sky in the bloodline a good thing ushishishi?”

“Only if you care about prestige more than profit. And didn’t care about your relatives at all, since you’re putting a target on them.”

“Clever peasants.” Bel complimented.

“Going by history, the Superbi became mafia for love and profit. And because we were getting dreadfully pedestrian with the death of piracy in the Mediterranean.”

And that got Bel to laugh and not just giggle like the crazy person he was.

Ahaha, thank you. I’m glad I’m not alone.

I know, some people.

I usually don’t get asks that often so when I saw three of them I was thinking that Adel or you might have sent in a few. To languish in my inbox, possibly for all eternity or until tumblr eats them.

And then it was anon stuff. And I’m like Really?

So I delete two of them and answer the one as the one was actually coherent and able to be understood.

Izzy was really wondering how well the other anon understood English. Those two deleted asks also lacked the hallmarks of google translate or translation period so I wasn’t getting the 2nd language vibe, which was sad.

Because grammar. Is important. To be understood. If not understood, no grammar there. Is not communication, just noise and words! Bad grammar is better than nonsense!

And also more sad because this utter lack of ability and vitriol and demands screams ‘entitled American.’ I mean, I know schools are educating people to be dumber as they’re teaching the test and not how to think but Izzy remembers end of year tests having essay portions and you’d think that would be important?

But yes, anons are annoying and spite levels are rising. Which means Izzy is going to be vicious and mean despite years of effort in self-control, being kind and mostly polite. Izzy’s childhood nicknames from family were Meanness, Miss B.A. and Missy. She induced arachnophobia in a cousin when she was eight or so, and grand-daddy long-legs send him into panic to this day, despite how harmless they are. My other cousins avoided phobias but did not avoid everything either which surprisingly does not involve broken bones but that’s probably a minor miracle. Since Izzy does remember putting and keeping little brother in a sleeper hold or various submission holds, black eyes and bloody lips. Oh and the time that Izzy probably fractured a bone in her left hand from something; that was a pain in the ass to keep hidden from teachers. I was like nine or ten then? 

Izzy was wild when she was younger and not much restraint.