Journey to Italy.

Somewhere Unknown

"Wow. The kid actually used his quirk. Impressive. I didn't think he would be able to." Said a gorgeous middle-aged woman.

"Ha, goes to show you. Unlike you, I knew he could do it." Said ROB with pride.

"What do you mean you knew? Just like me, you didn't believe that he could do it." Argued the lady.

"What how dare you say that," ROB shouted with a fake rage.

"Don't you remember what I said the last time? When you said that, he couldn't do it."

"I was like 'Perhaps'." He said, putting on a solemn face, looking into the distance.

"Screw that. Just cause you said that doesn't mean you believe he could do it." The lady argued against.

"Shut up, your just mad that I was right and you were wrong." ROB accused.

"Okay, okay, okay, fine. Let's make another bet. I bet that this kid will be able to master his quirk." She huffed.

"HAAAA hahahahaha, you idiot. You and I both know that quirk isn't something one can master with willpower alone." ROB screamed in laughter, barely able to control himself.

"Using it is all well and good but mastering it? Haha, I'm dying. You are soo stupid. Haha, " ROB said figuratively dying of laughter as tears leaked from his eyes.

The middle-aged woman grew angry watching him laugh.

So she put on a solemn face stared into the distance and said "Perhaps"

Clearly mocking his earlier remark. Finally shutting him up.

"Oh. So it's like that? Alright, it's on. We will see who will win." ROB shouted.

....

"WHAAATT!!" I shouted at the discovery of this new bit of information.

"You are telling me that we are related to that Vongola company? The multi-trillion dollar with a foot in just about every market? That company?" I questioned, shocked.

I am sitting in the seat opposite my parents on a private plane to Italy, to visit the main family or my grandfather and I got a little curious since I just found out there were more family members I didn't know of. So I asked my dad to tell me a bit about the family.

"What are you so shocked about? I mean, you had the same name. It's not that hard to figure it out." My dad said

"What. By that logic, everyone with the last name Toyota is related to the company." I argued

Yes, I would admit it was an easy thing to figure out. Especially if you added my preferred background choices for this world. And I would have figured it out, were it not for the few things that didn't add up.

As I mentioned before, Vongola is a multi-trillion dollar company, but how we are living, while it is by no means poor or struggling it seems more middle class.

We live in a three-bedroom house with 2 bathrooms and, most importantly, NO MAIDS, BUTLERS OR NANNYS. How was I supposed to make that connection?

'I could have been a young master,' I thought, barely holding back my tears.

Wait a second. Pause. Double back. 180 and retreat.

"Does that mean you are next in line to inherit the company?" I said with a newfound hope. A glow in my eye. My smile grew wider by the second.

"No," my father responds, dashing my hopes brutally. Maybe crushing my soul a bit.

"Well. Yes and no. But mainly no." He continued

Sensing my confusion, he elaborates, "You see, I have a brother and a sister. I am the youngest of us three. But, the Vongola family succession works a bit differently, as in the company and the family power and responsibilities are not passed on to the oldest but the best."

"Anyone, and I mean absolutely anyone in the family can compete for the position of the head. Heck, even you." He said, staring at me.

"But I don't really have must of a desire for the position." He ended, leaning back on his chair to relax with a smile.

Wow. It's incredible to have a rule like that. But I can imagine a few problems with such a rule. There would probably be a lot of infighting and factions in the family, leading to betrayal and backstabbing.

'And my father being the weak pushover he is, probably couldn't handle the pressure and run from the family to live a peaceful life far away for the fame and riches.' I think as I look at his content and happy posture.

'Look at him, what a sad, sad man. Forced to put on a brave face because of us.' I sigh.

"Don't worry, Dad. I will go there and prove to everyone that although you might be the black sheep, you are no coward." I declare.

"What are you talking about? Who is the black sheep? Me? A coward? And why the hell are you looking at me." My dad asked, stunted and shocked by my sudden claim.

"It's alright, Dad. I know. But I still love you." I say with a kind and gentle reassurance filled with condescension.

"What are you talking about? And why are you looking at me with pity? I don't need your pity. To think that there would be a day where I the Devil's Advocate would be pitied. And by my own son no less." He cried with rage.

"And as for being the black sheep, isn't that more you than me? When I awakened my quirk, I almost burnt down a town. A town. Whereas, I seem to remember somebody crying and screaming, just making a little spark. All that noise for nothing." He said with a voice overflowing with smugness and condescension.

Needless to say, I was speechless. Wow. He went there. What a low blow. Real low. This guy. I was just messing with him.

"I even heard he peed his pants too." He added teasingly.

"NO, I DID NOT PEE MY PANTS." I shouted in an attempt to defend myself from this false accusation.

I shouted a bit too loud, though, causing the passing flight attendant to look at me weirdly and also feel the need to remind me that there are restrooms on the plane and point to their locations.

I looked to see my father with a happy glee on his face at my embarrassment.

True, my quirk should be a sawspot for but it wasn't really, I didn't care that much, and I could take a joke. My parents, of course, knew that. That's s why my father felt comfortable going there. But I would not let him go free for that.

Finally, my mother stepped in. "To think that the great Devil's Advocate would fall so low as to argue with a child." She hummed.

'Yes, Odin's with us.' I cheered.

"Child? Beside his face, what part of this is a child? He acts like a full-grown adult." He pointed at me, trying to reason.

"I remember a certain time, he was reading and I asked him if he would like to go out and play together. He stared at me with an utter look of contempt. What kind of child does that?" He cried, giving his example.

In response, I covered my eyes and weakened my posture to appear as though I was crying.

"All I wanted to do was cheer you up, DADDY." I ended with a shout drawing the attention of the passing attendants. Holding in my cringe.

Then finished with a crying "I'm sorry, I'm not good enough."

Oof. O.K.

Now, all eyes were on him, giving him looks of disgust and disdain.

Feeling their looks and judgment, my father started mumbling angrily about how unfair it was and how everyone was picking on him when I was the one who started it. Causing my mum and I to start laughing.