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Gunther looked at the weapon. What could make it better...what could make it better. It was a Katana with three daggers that could propel the boy forward at a fast speed. That much he knew. And it was a rain weapon. "Honestly. I'm stumped. This seems like a good system already...."

Gokudera had been running around all day doing errands and making sure things were secure. He was now about ready to collapse on the stair steps of Gushka's home/base. He run the doorbell and Catia came out. She shook her head and held back a smile.

"Another of the young ones are here." She called out and led the silver haired boy with a sever smoking problem over to the group.

Gokudera pulled out his box weapons and handed them over and proceeded to have a coughing fit. He put his sleeve over his mouth and tried to stifle the sound to make it not sound as bad as it really was. But it was so bad that you could definantly tell.

As Gokudera was wheezing Gun opened the boxes and took them out. Well made...and this was a weapon you could keep on improving. It was very good. But there was also room for modifications and experimentation. That seemed to fit the silver haired boy's bio quite well.

Gokudera finally got over his cough and looked at Gun who was gently petting Uri, hell cat of the world and death, and the cat was purring and all happy. It almost pissed him off that the cat like a perfect stranger.

"Well. Your weapons. I could do so much with them...including make a way to light your bombs without a ciggaret. It gets in the way of working for me personally. I can only imagine how annoying it is to fight with it in your mouth."

Gokudera nodded. "Okay. How would you do that?" He said not even giving the subject two thoughts.

Gun nodded, "Make something similar to the size. Weight and shape to it. But we make it out of titanium and power it by flame. Sound good?"

Gokudera nodded. "Si. I like that idea. Thank you. Anything else?"

"I don't know. I'll draw up a few designs and experiment with them without working on your weapon and see which one is better."

"You with the black hair and bored face. Want me to look at your weapons?" He asked holding out his hand. He snuck a glance at Gushka...who's shirt had fallen a little to the side and could see the horrible bruises on his shoulder. He had already done all he could do for his friend's weapon. But there was no doing anything else for it. His weapon relied on weight. There was always going to be strain on his body. The chains and leather straps he put helped a little he hoped.

Gen cursed himself as he entered the familys base. He had recently woken up at Gun's place alone and a bit hung over. The malboro hanging from his lips was about half gone as he entered the main room where everyone was. He wasn't surprised to see Gun there, but the group of kids... That was another story. He recognize the female from the airport so that must mean the others were from the Vongola family as well. He heard they were young but this was almost ridiculous. They didn't look to be near graduating let alone out of school. Walking over to the nearest ashtray he dropped the ashes that had been growing at the end of his stick and looked over them once again. With his straight face an droopy purple eyes he looked almost disapproving of the young mafia family, but it was more because he was hung over than anything.
Looking over at his boss, the way Gushka was sitting he could tell something had happened. That alone instantly sobered Gen up in an instant. Once the kids leave he would tend to the boss. A golden peach would fix him right up. Until then he walked around to Gushka's side.