Chapter One: It's An Easy Life

Although the child's first name was never given by Lady Akemi and Lord Kid, his middle name is known to them only: Katsuro. Unknown to anyone else as for reasons why, Lord Kid and Lady Akemi send their son off to live in a remote village in Italy, near Florence. He grows up, totally oblivious to whom he really is.

Although the child's first name was never given by Lady Akemi and Lord Kid, his middle name is known to them only: Katsuro. Unknown to anyone else as for reasons why, Lord Kid and Lady Akemi send their son off to live in a remote village in Italy, near Florence. He grows up, totally oblivious to whom he really is. This is set in a made-up village, to which I have called Ragonà. It is a couple hundred miles from Florence, leaving plenty of space in between the two areas for fields, meadows, and such. Katsuro is adopted into the Del Monaco family, since he was practically a newborn, his newfound parents named him Vincenzo (Enzo, for short). Enzo grows up like any normal child in the village, helping out his parents and younger siblings when he can. He has two twin younger sisters, Rosalinda and Astrid. Vincenzo's adopted father is a blacksmith, while his mother is an innkeeper. He is completely oblivious of the fact he has the soul of a witch/meister, and has a small amount of black blood inside him. There is a small DWMA division in Florence, which he gets offered to attend. This is the story about the impossible boy, Vincenzo Katsuro Monaco.

**Welcome back, readers! This is book 3, following Longing For A Purpose: Mizuki's Tale. This might be the last book in my series, so watch out! This chapter is in the POV of Vincenzo**

     I walked out of my room as Rosalinda and Astrid ran playfully around the house, chasing our dog, Atilla. The yellow lab ran from the young girls, not sure what to make of the situation. The sun was shining through our glass windows, a wooden cross holding the panes together. Making my way into the small kitchen, I noticed pots and pans were left on the wood burning stove.

"Rosalinda! It's your turn to clean up the kitchen!" I called, staring at the mess.

"Big brother, can't you please do it for me this one time?" Her hazel eyes giving me the puppy dog look.

"Yeah! Big brother Enzo please!" Astrid joined in too, giving me the pouty lip.

"Astrid! It's not even your turn!" I joked, bending down to sit on my knees.

     The two girls began giggling profusely, running off to the back yard. I sighed, but smiled. I put the pots into the sink, wetting a rag to wash them with. Once that was done, I changed into my work clothes. Today, I was assisting my mother at the Traveler's Inn, a hotel she ran by herself most of the time. I called to my sisters and let them know I was leaving, and shut the flimsy wooden door to our house.

     Everyone knew everyone in the village of Rogana. We were quite remote, yet still got visitors from all over. The inn my mother ran was quite large, too. I walked in the door, and instantly received cheers from people seated at the tables.

"Ey! It's Enzo!" A regular cried, he was slightly intoxicated.

"Vincenzo, dearest, over here!" My mother called from behind the bar.

"This where you need me to work today, mother?" I walked behind the counter, taking the cloth she was using to dust off the counter.

"Yes, if you don't mind. I've got to work registration." The short woman scurried over to the counter on the opposite side of the inn.

     I stood behind the bar, watching people come and go. At one point a man with a cigar brought a lady in. She might as well have been wearing a loincloth! It was quite unsettling. My mother must've thought so, because she gave me one of those looks once she rented them the room. About an hour later, a pair of people walked in that caught my eye. A woman with curled blue hair walked aside a man with short blond hair.

"I'd like a frothy glass of mead, if you would." The woman spoke, opening up her wallet.

"Same for me, sir." The blond man spoke, stepping behind the female.

     I took their money and prepared their drinks. Once I set them on the counter, I struck up conversation with them.

"You look like a rich couple. Where are you guys from?" I questioned, sliding their glasses to them. They both decided to sit at the bar.

"The name's Yuriko Takara. I teach at the Death Weapon Meister Academy Italian division in Florence." The woman now identified as Yuriko took a sip of her mead.

"I-I'm Erico. Erico Scavone. I work with Miss Takara." The boy seemed rather shy.

"Oh my. We've never gotten the likes of you out this way. You smell rich, even." I began wiping a glass down.

     Yuriko reached into her purse, pulling out a black envelope with a funny looking skull sealing the back. She looked straight at me, her grey eyes piercing straight through me.

"Contact us when you're ready." The blue hair woman hopped out of the bar stool, taking Erico with her.

     My mother glanced at me curiously, so I quickly shoved the envelope into my apron pocket. I walked out from behind the bar, drawing the drapes to show that it was closed. I poked my head out the door to catch a glimpse at the sundial in the garden. 12:30. I better go visit my father. I made my mother aware of what I was doing, and made my way over to the blacksmith.

     The sound of clanking iron and the heat of several stoves became noticed by me once I rounded the corner to my father's shop. He spotted me, a hefty cigar bouncing on his lip.

"Ah, Vincenzo my boy! Care to help me out?" He wiped his forehead, standing so that he could pop his back.

"A-Actually, father, I was curious as to if I could go home early. Rosalinda didn't do her chores again." I was bad at lying, so thankfully the heat of the stoves covered up my nervous sweat.

"I swear, your sister...sure, Enzo, go right ahead." He plopped back down in his chair, turning back to his work. 

     Leaving the blacksmith, I pulled the envelope from my apron. It had no writing on it whatsoever, only the weird looking white skull keeping its contents hidden from me. I walked back to my home, eager to read what was inside.

The End

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