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Gushka lay on his bed...sulking and miserable. He had gotten home the night before. Soaked in blood. Tired. And weary. As well as heart broken.

Catia had tended to him most of the night until he stopped sobbing. He very rarely broke down this bad. It was wrong for such a young kid to take on these responsibilities. Older men and women had trouble with this kind of thing and they started out at a age way older than Gushka had.

She milled around the kitchen for a while. Wait...weren't the Vongola kids supposed to be coming soon? She wasn't sure.

Catia was walking out of the base when she saw the Vongola. She smiled sadly and waved. Gushka was in no condition to be doing this today...But she knew that if she turned them away Gushka would get a little mad. And that would make him feel even worse. "Hello Vongola." She said softly.

"Kitty is fine. Everyone else calls me that." She said in perfect Japanese. There was a hint of an accent but that was all. "Do come inside and i will alert Mr. Golovastov of your arrival...He had a run in a with an opposing mafia yesterday and he overdid it slightly with his weapon. I had spend most of the night trying to pay off people to make the damage look like a small earthquake."

"Da. He described them both. One had longish black hair. Wore leather. Fine features. Italian. The one with her...was a female. White hair. Russian." She led them inside and motioned for them to stay put.

She went to go get her boss. He was laying face down on his bed now. Barely breathing. "The Vongola are here." She said softly.

He nodded and got up. "I'll be there shortly." He shrugged off his shirt to change. Deep purple brusis covered his shoulders. The weight of his weapons did tis to him...every time he used them. They were not made for someone so young to be using.
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He walked out into the living room area. He had hurt too much to be able to put on much. All he had on was a baggy white shirt and black pants that were a bit loose on him. His hair was barley kept. One cow lick sticking up from the side. He looked battle weary and his eyes were slightly distant. "I must apologize for my sate of being at the moment. I am not feeling quite right at the moment. Please do forgive me."

"Da...though they really didn't do anything perse. She actually bashed her head against a tree until she bled because she tried to kill me but her weapons didn't work. Then the white haired one...she came to your sisters rescue and used her weapons but i took her out easily." He said taking a seat on one of the plush cushions on the floor.

"Oh no. I did get hurt. My box weapons have recoil. Especially when i use too much flame. This weapon wasn't made for a teenager who is still growing. Who's bones and musculature are not what they could be. The flame makes the weapon heavier." He said pushing aside some of his shirt to reveal the purple, blue, and black skin one shoulder. "It's didn't do that for my father. But that was because he was 25 when he inherited it."

Gushka shrugged and pushed his shirt back into place. He looked at the clock on the wall and nodded. "Oh the main reason why i have all of you come here. I'm having a mechanic come here for your box weapons. Then he is going to go the varia. He is very good at what he does."