Woah, it's me! I completely rewrote everything, because after re-reading this I realized that it was REALLY bad. There's not a very drastic change from the first version, but I hope it's at least better.

Reborn's stolen hotel room was filled with the aroma of darkly roasted coffee, weaving the smell of carefully ground coffee beans into the air. The presence of silence was also heavy in the room, minus the radio playing a classical station in the background and the frequent clinking of his espresso cup back to his saucer in a restless habit. He was expecting an important phone call, but his cellphone had yet to signal anything and remained still upon the hardwood table. Patience wasn't exactly is forte and despite the calm atmosphere of his abode, it did nothing to settle his growing agitation. It was a characteristic he had to work on, but Reborn blatantly ignored the fact that his impatience was a flaw and blamed it on the fact that he was a thief, a job that required fast thinking and quick movement.

Being a thief was a complicated art, despite common belief that all it required was being a more rambunctious rule breaker and the occasional ski mask. Thievery was strategy, not the side effects of being a rebel. It sometimes required groups of people working together in the rare scenario that some thieves gathered the courage to actually trust another person who had also dedicated their life to deceit. However, most group thievery ended up with most of the members backstabbing each other, which was an expected outcome, but betrayal was a bitter pain that could last generations. It was the reason why Reborn cherished individualism, where trust was only confined to his intelligence and instincts. He also prided that his individualist opinions helped him to become an internationally wanted criminal, which was a grand feat in his terms. Government officials were wary of his name and grew jittery whenever he stole another national treasure. Reborn had countless experiences of watching governments heighten security in museums, shrines, and places that stored these national treasures whenever word flew by that Reborn was making his next move.

Reborn loved that feeling. He supposed that's why he kept to this complicated art, rather than reverting to a more law abiding career path. Reborn often thought of a life in safety, but cringed at the thought of sitting still for hours at a white-collar job that he'd probably hate.

Reborn suddenly jolted when a sharp ring interrupted Vivaldi's Four Seasons, signaling his long awaited phone call.

"About time, Luce."

"Sorry, I had to make sure our call wasn't being tracked." A smooth reply answered him.

Luce's voice was set in a sly and playful edge, a tone she used when she tried to seduce people for information. Luce rarely went on thieving expeditions herself nowadays, but her playful edge remained, more of a habit than a purpose.

"Right." Reborn tugged his fedora over his eyes, concealing them completely.

"I'm telling you, your impatience is going to put you in a risky situation someday." Luce sighed. "Anyways, back to business. Your goal is to steal the Centenary Diamond. It's worth 10 million US dollars, so I'd say it's on our caliber."

Reborn smirked, already being able to imagine the frenzied chases with his fellow higher ups.

"When do I start?" Reborn asked, interest more than a little piqued.

"Actually, it should be when do we start. I'm coming with, plus five others."

Reborn would have dropped the phone if it wasn't for the fact that he was well trained in the act of remaining calm in all situations, unexpected or not.

"What."

He was taken aback at Luce's comment, because the only reason Reborn trusted Luce with anything was her ability to make the best our of anyone's strengths and or weaknesses and her unwavering kindness despite being involved with a line of work that hardly allowed any gentleness. Luce knew that Reborn hated going in teams and trusted she would never put him in that situation, but here they were now.

As if reading his mind, Luce replied, "I know, Reborn. But I have a feeling we'll make a great team. Masters of thievery. Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

"Actually, I'd prefer Master of thievery." Reborn muttered.

"You should try expanding your horizons. Besides, this will help improve your communication and teamwork skills. I'm pretty sure you're aware that those are pretty important characteristics to have."

Perhaps the most infuriating thing about Luce was her ability to always be right. However, he couldn't stop his childish comebacks that resulted in a total smack down from his only trusted partner in crime and his bad temper.

"Then I'm not going."

"Mmhm. Yes you are." Luce's tone had a ring of finality to it and Reborn couldn't deny a tone that demanded he listen. "The diamond is located in Japan. Further information will be given once you arrive."

Before Reborn could formulate a reply, the dial tone greeted his ear.

He only needed a moment to recollect himself before allowing himself a moment of weakness to let out a long sigh and complain under his breath about how he was so oppressed under the rule of Luce. Reborn made sure to clean his cup and saucer before setting it in its proper place next to the coffee machine and pushing the desk chair back in, to put on an appearance of it being unused.

After shutting off his phone, Reborn again shifted his fedora to shadow his eyes before leaving the hotel room.

The only sign that it had ever been occupied was the distinct smell of espresso that still lingered in the room.

It had momentarily left Reborn's mind to actually research more about Japan before boarding a plane from Venice to Tokyo. Reborn had already stepped foot outside the Japanese airport before realizing he knew nothing about said Asian country except for the language which he had taken time studying. Reborn let himself feel the elation of being blessed with top notch memorization skills and cleverness.

In the crowded streets of Tokyo, people walked every which way, filling the sidewalks. You wouldn't know who stepped on your toe, or who pick pocketed your change. You couldn't even weave through the crowd without touching at least one person. It wasn't much different from the big Italian cities, except for the setting.

The streets weren't so different, cars lined up in an orderly fashion, held up by morning traffic. He could hear honking every ten seconds, adding to the chaotic activity of daily city life.

The air smelled like gasoline and sweat, the sky more of a polluted gray than a bright blue. After taking in his surroundings, Reborn decided he didn't like the outside very much and dedicated the rest of his time in a nearby cafe studying a map of Japan he pulled up on his phone; mulling over places to stay. He tried to find places that didn't stick out much, immediately ruling out major cities, or places near them. After at least 5 cups of watered down coffee and various mentally inputted 'X' marks through different cities, he chose a forested area named 'Namimori'.

Mentally patting himself on the back for a job well done, he flagged down a taxi and didn't specify anything to the driver except the city's name. The driver, although confused, drove him to as far as a building called Namimori Middle and left. School had long since ended, and Reborn stretched a bit before calling Luce to tell her he had arrived.

As soon as the ringtone stopped blaring, he spoke into the phone.

"I arrived at Japan and I'm at a place called Namimori. Any potential places I can stay?"

"Geez, you shouldn't take risky bets like that. What if I had been captured and you just told that to a government official who had my phone under custody?"

"I know when to take my bets." Reborn said flippantly.

"Hm, well after some "research", I already looked through the info of most everyone living in the city as of right now, which isn't much by the way. I found a woman named Sawada Nana. She's a mother with a husband that rarely visits home and lives with her 18* year old son, Sawada Tsunayoshi. She's rumored to be airheaded and welcomes any poor child on the street to live with her."

"Hm. I don't really pass for a child."

"Well. You know when to take your bets after all!" Reborn should have known Luce would use something like that against him. "If it doesn't work out, just call me back. I've texted you her address so make sure to check! Ciao!"

Reborn knew better than to try to call her back and instead held back a sigh and decided to check his phone instead. The address, like promised, had been sent to him via text. After memorizing the address, he started his way to the Sawada household.

After roaming the neighborhood, he came upon the designated location, in front of a home that seemed like any other home. Ordinary. Which in its own sense was a totally foreign concept to Reborn. He had no idea how to behave in what would be considered a "normal family household". After much pondering in front of the doorway, he realized it would look suspicious to have a man in a fedora stand broodingly in front of a innocent home for quite an amount of time; and gathered up his courage to knock.

The first thing he heard behind the door was the muffled noise of shouting and obnoxious laughter. Then the door was violently pulled open by a boy in a cowsuit with an awful looking afro. Not long after, another child in Chinese martial arts attire kicked the boy, making the boy explode into a mess of tears. Reborn cringed.

So far, the only thing Reborn was getting out of this situation was why he hated kids so much. However, hurried footsteps rushed toward the door and suddenly a boy with gravity defying brown hair stepped into the doorway, flailing with dramatic hand gestures when he saw the crying child. He seemed panicked about something and Reborn found out why two seconds later.

The child had a pink grenade in his hand, about to pull the pin and probably blow the house into oblivion.

"Lambo, no!" The brunet boy cried, snatching the grenade from the Lambo's hands.

"Lambo, yes!" The the child wailed. "I-Pin kicked me!" At this moment, the brunet seemed to notice that the door was wide open and that someone was waiting outside. The boy shrieked, almost dropping the crying Lambo.

"I'm sorry! I didn't see you there because of all..." He gestured to the two kids who were now in an heated argument. "This."

"It's okay," Reborn replied smoothly. All his worries about fitting into an ordinary household had completely disappeared in the first few minutes observing the family's actions. He almost cried in joy at how he had his work of "fitting in", practically cut out for him. Acting ordinary was not going to be a problem.

And done! Thanks for bearing with this story even in that long period of nothing from me. Reviews are always appreciated, flames and critiques as well of course.