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Beep... Beep... Beep... Made the alarm clock. With the head still underneath the pillow, I try to push the snooze, but miss, like ever, and end up knocking the clock to the ground. As soon as the clock fell, I remember which day it is: Moving day! I stand up in a jump and rush to the bathroom. Thought of fixing my twilight blue hair, darken as the twilight, but like the way it is. Brush my teeth, pass a deodorant without smell and put myself to look for the clothes for the trip. Sooner than expected, I've found some jeans shorts, my favorite black and red Nike and a black shirt with a tribal of a wolf. Am already leaving when remember of fixing the fur of my lupine ears and tail, both in a dark blue tone, but with incomparable shine and vivacity. Ever dedicated a special care to these parts and, all times that do, I look at that same old picture placed on the left side of the mirror. My parents.

After getting ready, I go to the house of the only known person that I'd trust my life without thinking twice, a she wolf with medium gray fur on the back and top of head and white as snow on her hair and rest of body. Approaching her house, I've got a little sad after noticing she wasn't, but at her grandma's. I left a goodbye in a letter saying that, no matter the distance, would get back running for her if anything happen, like that day some time ago. That day, a group of almost ten bullies have surrounded us during a walk on the park. With just a black eye, an bleeding nose and a small cut on the chin, had put them all to the ground. From this day on, restarted my diary train in martial arts and insisted that she started some self-defense course. Little time after, we started training together, and soon there wasn't a day we that we didn't see each other. It's a pity that I have to go without a proper adieu. After the sad notice, the day resumed itself in just packing everything up and departing mournfully in my dark gray pearled Honda Civic 2013 to the airport.

The 4-hour trip was calm, to my relief. After getting to the new city, got the car out of the airplane and started to drive, using the GPS to find the house acquired through the web. Became satisfied with the place and the good business made. The house has two floors: two bedrooms, one room and a balcony in the upper floor and a kitchen, a dining room and a reasonable size office on the ground floor. The basement is pretty spacy, and the brown woody tone of the walls pleases me. The place is pre-furnished, with noble wood (mahogany, on the most part) and glass furniture, giving to the house a homely and sophisticated touch. Finishing inspecting the house I went to sleep. The classes are starting tomorrow morning in a nearby high school that accepted my transference even in the end of a semester. When I wake up and look to the clock, suddenly start rushing: it was already 7:10, and his classes would start at 7:30. That dawn alarm clock broke when it felt on the other day and don't made any noise to wake me up. "Great! First day and I'm already late..." On the hurry, I've put the same cloth from the trip and ran to the school. As soon as I got through the input doors, asked where my first class was and rushed there. After entering, I fell a little strange with that lot of strangers staring at me.

I already was a little down with moving and not knowing anyone, and those eyes over me wasn't helping in anything. My ears and tail fell, exteriorizing my feelings. The start of the class was a relief, because those eyes finally got out of me. After entering, the teacher called me to present myself to the class so I rose up and started: "Morning. I'm Typh Firethorn, just arrived in the city, like a lot animals and open air ativities. Also like sports, fisics and math, practice martial arts and love techno music. Well, I think that's it." and set down for the real start of the class.

On the break, looked for a table to sit but there were no places. The only free spot was on a isolated table, on an edge. Had heard the others talking to avoid that place, because two students, Ezio and Dubas, have beaten together 12 members of a local gang on their own, and ever had lunch there.

I advance to the free space gulping, until I saw an unknown girl with a beautiful pink hair and a happy smile that distracts me, making the climate became lighter. Ezio was wearing a white hooded jacket with some details in red, one also red belt made of leather and metal, a triangular shaped leather trip between his shoulders, short dark brown hair and used thin frame glasses. Dubas, on his left side, wore black leather boots with tree strips for adjusting it to the shin, a common jeans, a dark gray hooded jacket with two pockets on the front, black gloves with holes for the fingers, top framed glasses and had a black medium sized hair, falling to his forehead. The girl, who was seating on the other edge of the table, wore a lilac shirt, white jeans and a beige sandal with metal details.

Getting next to the table, all of then stopped talking and started eyeing me. Almons instinctively my ears fuse with my head, my fur bristles and I emit a low snarl, but after looking at then I don't see signals of a coming confusion, but a strange sensation that I'm around friends. "Hey, you're the new class guy, Tai, isn't it?" Asked Ezio. "The name is Typh, and, from what I've heard you must be Ezio. Pleased to meet you. May I seat?" The girl open a space on her side, where I sit. "Pleased, Typh! My name is Lucy Locksher, but everyone calls me Tsu. This one over there is Dubas, Eduardo Basto, and this is Ezio Auditore. He can look serious and quiet, but have an joyful and playful soft heart deeeeeeeeeeeeeep on the inside." "Pleased to meet you." Say me, with high ears and a wagging tail. I've just made the biggest companions of my life.

With the pass of time we started getting together on the afternoons to chat, but one day in Ezio's house, I note something strange and ask: "Ezio, we have come there lots of times, but I've never met your parents." After finishing the sentence I regret what have said when Ezio's expression change to a sad and distant one. "Typh, I don't like to talk about it, but my parents were slain some years ago, on 2007 February." "Oh, that's sad - I say, lowering my ears - Hey, wait a little, a murder on 2007 February... Auditore! How hadn't I noted it before? Giovanni and Maria Auditore! Therefore, you're son my parents business partners, Ross and Krishna Firethorn. A judge determined that I should get here to live with your parents but their plane felt when they were going to catch me, so I had to go to a boarding school until finishing my 14's, when I've got early majority from the state." "Your parents were the owners of NOCORP? I can't believe it! I'll call Dubas and get him here and now. Get your laptop, we'll need it." Hearing that, I drive home almost dumb folded. Above a friend, someone that can help me find my parents! A small tear cut through my face when I look at their pic that was next to my laptop.

Arriving at Ezio's again I met with Dubas and Tsu quickly and while the laptop power up I tell them everything about the possible involvement between my parents sudden disappear and Ezio's death. Dubas immediately changed the unreadable expression that ever adorned his face for one of deep interest, and we stood the whole nighttime changing information about the cases and tracing common lines between them. The biggest ones were on the style adopted. The airplane caught fire before falling, the same that happened in NOCORP before the disappearing of my parents, lasting only small traits of a possible fight and a piece of a red velvety fabric, with some unidentified blood that I show them. The next morning, after the last test of the semester we met again at Ezio's to discuss about the same topic of the last night. "Typh, I've got a friend of the police. If you wish, we can take that fabric to him, who can insert the blood data in a search through all the data bank of NSA, FBI, CIA and others until we find the owner of it." After finishing the statement, Ezio looked to Dubas, who give back a little smile and adds: "Well, let's say that the policemen aren't my biggest fans, so the least I get involved, the better. You can go check that, and I'll wait here." "What does 'not my biggest fans' exactly means?" - I ask - "Nothing. Simply I'm an orphan grown on the surrounding streets and as result had to learn how to defend myself, what ended in some shots, one broken arm, two guys hospitalized and a night on the jail, but Ezio pulled a few strings and took me out of there." I fell a shiver on my spine, imagining a child putting down two guys and say: "Well, being it this way, when can we find your friend, Ezio? The fabric is here on my wallet." "Typh, if I'm not wrong, his work shift starts in 5 minutes. Wait a little, I'll call him." After some 20 minutes that lasted like an hour, Ezio ended the call and got back to the room he told what he's got. "Guys, he is available now. Typh, can you take us there by car?" "Sure." Tsu decides to stay with Dubas and Ezio and Typh left on the car, burning the tires straight to the place where Ezio guided. I park and we go straight to the expertise lab to talk with Ezio's friend. There I find myself face to face with a mid aged man, little up on the weight and with a scar on his whitish left eye that stood eying me as if remembering something before presenting himself as Mario. That name made my head rush a little, but then he I've remembered. "Mario... Auditore? Elder brother of Giovanni?" "In person." "Now I understand why you can trust so much in that 'friend', Ezio." Ezio shrugs it off. "Uncle, I've got a little problem that only you can solve. You remember my parents case?" Mario shouted: "That again?" "We've got news. I need that you help us find the owner of the blood on that fabric. It was found at the scene of the disappearing of Typh's parents, Ross and Krishna." "Ross, that bastard. Now I know why your face is so familiar, boy. I know you since you were the size of a bean! Come, let's start this search right now, because we've got little time until my subordinates find us here." Even with the rush, all happened even better than expected. Quickly a face was found by the computer with address and everything. Mario printed the data, gave it to his nephew and went with us to the exit right on time: his subordinates were parking on the other side of the street.

Reencountering Dubas and Tsu they opened the folder with the info they'd got. The image showed something close to a snake, but with shiny scaled arms, legs, and a scar right below his eyes and through his nose. His name was Svent and, according to the data, live in Russia. "How we're going to Russia? We don't even know anyone who can speak their language!" Shout Dubas, angry. "Cool down, Du, - Says Tsu - we don't need to go to Russia. We just need to call that number (points at the folder). That's sufficient to know if he truly lives at this place." And pass my her IPhone 5 already calling. "Privet." Answers an old and tired lady voice. "Hablas spañol?" "Ne." "Português?" "Ne." "English?" "A little. Who you want to speak?" "I'd like to speak with Mr Svent. Is he home?" "Svent? The old house owner? He moved to a little Kansas city." "Do you remember the name of the city?" "It's something close to Piltover." "Pelltower?" "Yeh!" - Hearing that yes made Typh a little shocked - "Thank you, mistress. Good night." "Spokoynoy nochi." and end the call. "Got his place: Pelltower." "Never heard of it." Interrupt Dubas. "Well, it's a small city where I've lived before moving to here. Come on let's look for a flight. I'll call the airlines." I pick up the house phone, type the numbers and put it to my ears, but hear nothing. Tried again twice, ending on the same result. "Ezio, your phone is mute." "That's not possible, I always pay on day. - Ezio picks the phone and tries himself - Mute. Hell, that's odd." Out of nothing I feel some chills and my fur bristles. Tsu, looking through the window, sees a black car parking on the other side of the street. "Boys, don't look now, but we've got company. An armed man parked a black car on the other side of the street and is coming here." "I'm not liking this. You all wait me at the kitchen. I'll check what's going on." Said that, we moved to the kitchen and prepared for the worse when I've heard the bell ring.'Ding Dong' rang the bell, and I answered the door. Was a tall and bald man, wearing both black, suit and glasses. "Good evening. Ezio?" "That's me. Good evening." "Mr. Ezio, I've came at my superiors command to advise you to stop looking for trouble in stuff that is none of your business, or someone can be hurt. Stop interfering with our business" "What are you talking about?" "Don't play the innocent up me. The telephone was and warn. - said the man, showing his gun - We're keeping our eyes opened." And the man turned his back and slammed the door on his back, slowly getting away on his car, looking at Me with the window down. Maann, that sure were strange.

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'Ding Dong' rang the bell, and I answered the door. Was a tall and bald man, wearing both black, suit and glasses. "Good evening. Ezio?" "That's me. Good evening." "Mr. Ezio, I've came at my superiors command to advise you to stop looking for trouble in stuff that is none of your business, or someone can be hurt. Stop interfering with our business" "What are you talking about?" "Don't play the innocent up me. The telephone was and warn. - said the man, showing his gun - We're keeping our eyes opened." And the man turned his back and slammed the door on his back, slowly getting away on his car, looking at Me with the window down. Maann, that sure were strange.