Sorry for the long wait but finally the seventh chapter is here.

ok, ok, ok so i have tried to set in some place and time because of a request so please tell me tha ty ourethoughts is about it. should i continue to do this, even more details or was that without fine? I don't know how to do this.

Chapter 7

(Sicily, parking lot)

The sun was slowly sinking down over the horizon, leaving the sky in a pink color slowly fading into purple. That was the first thing his mind registered. The second thing was how he got the feeling back in his body and could feel a slowly drying spot on his cheek and something dripping from his fingers. He looked down to the ground with a hazy mind and saw the drops falling from his fingers landing in a small pool of deep dark red underneath him.

Skul's eyes flew open, staring at it when his mind finally cleared and a hand flew to his face in shock. That motion showed itself to be a bad idea when he rubbed blood all over the already drying patch and getting some of it in his eye.

"Fuck!" he cursed at himself as he rubbed it, hunching a little in on himself. He looked wide-eyed around him and his mind calmed down a little when he noticed that there where no one else around. The only company he got was a small octopus still lying in his helmet and the moths gathering around a lamppost.

He glanced down at the bodies lying sprawled out over the asphalt, some in more natural positions than others with a grimace. His gaze landed on the nearest man and with three steps he was in front of the cooling corps and he crunched down. He looked at the fine probably high-end suit that had been reduced to nothing but a bloody mess. He closed his eyes and with an incarnation mumbled under his breath a flame soon engulfed the body leaving nothing behind.

It didn't take long before all of the bodies were gone and he lifted his wounded octopus into his arms ready to change location before anyone could spot them again.

As he was washing the blood off his hands and arms, he thought back at what had happened and he might admit that maybe he overreacted a little. Just a bit. But even though he felt bad for killing those men, leading him to stand in an abandoned restroom staring at his bloodstained leather jacket, somewhere in the back of his mind something was secretly proud over the fact that they had been able to protect what was his, even though Oodako already had been wounded before he had reacted.

He shook his head trying to get the feeling of being proud of killing people out of his mind. Droplets hit the mirror making and a complaining noise from Oodako made him stop. He turned and looked down adoringly at his healed octopus. After he had cleaned up the mess he had been sure to give Oodako the best medical care he could until he was sure she was okay. she wiggled in the bucket filled with water he had made for her and sent some of it splashing over the side.

"Aw come on. Why can you do it when I can't?" She made a sound that could almost be mistaken as a giggle before she splashed even more of it down onto the floor. Skull groaned at her resulting in more giggles.

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It took three weeks before he finally reached a certain green-haired scientist in a lab somewhere under a city in Italy. With only the help of his small reputation and public transportation, it had taken longer than if he had had his own vehicle to seek him. What the scientist was doing there wasn't any of his concern and he was gone as soon as the lightning had handed over his new totally awesome motorbike that actually was in the right size. If someone had blamed him afterward of him only getting what he wanted out of the scientist by bribe then they wouldn't be wrong but he could say without being shy about it, that he had used the first five days on whining and begging.

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(Italiy, country side)

A week later it took precisely five hours of him roaming the roads of Italy after having left Verde's hideout on his miniature motorcycle that he noticed the black cars following behind him. Really it would not even have been suspicious if not for all of them having the same emblem carved into a golden plate on the front and toned windows.

Skull had dismissed them at first, this was Italy, the Mafia was always literally right around the corner and things like this was actually more common than most people would have thought. he told himself that there shouldn't even be a reason for someone to look after him.

He had kept on driving for an hour or so mostly just ignoring the cluster of cars behind him. Maybe he had taken some of the smaller roads and the slimmest passes he could find and an extra turn around a corner never hurt anyone (unless you a turn down the wrong corner of course, and would somehow end up deep in than before) before he was out of town, all on his own.

The rumble of his engineering was filling out the silence of the peaceful countryside he had ended up at, as the not-suspicious-at-all black cars began to speed up and shorten the fine distance they had kept between them. One of the cars drove past him, as two others got up on both sides of him, leaving two cars to follow from behind him. He was surrounded. The cars were close enough that even his own small motorcycle wouldn't be able to slip past, without him trying to jump onto the roof of one of the moving vehicles that (maybe) even for him would be (a little) suicidal.

Skull's frown hidden behind his helmet darkened as the cars tried to force him out to the roadside, probably to do things less than favorable for him.

He allowed them.

The cars began to slow as the wheels began to pick up dust, making small clouds around them as they were almost off the road. Skull let them come to a stop and watched as two of the passengers from the car furthest behind him, got out of the vehicle making their way towards him. The men had black suits on and Skull notice that one of them was caring a black suitcase under his arm when they stopped a few meters in front of him. They stared at each other waiting for the other to say something, before the man without the suitcase stepped forward.

"Arcobaleno Skull, we come from the Carcassa famiglia." He said with a bow off his head. Skull didn't return it, but the man seemed unfazed. "Our boss would like to offer you a position within our ranks, and let you join our honorable Famiglia. He would like to offer you this gift if you accept his proposal." At this, the other man walked forward and opened the case, angling it so he could see the content. It was filled to the brim with Euro, probably close to a few million. Skull gave the case a long stare before he looked up at the men again. "You will be able to receive the gift as soon as you have chosen to join us."

Skull felt a tick in his brow at their bold words. He hadn't even said a word and they were already sounding so sure about his willingness to join.

"And what would happen if I, you know, happen to decline your offer?" Skull said with a shift of his shoulders. At his words, there was a click and guns were pointed at him from every car window around him. The two men stepped back a little out of the shooting range.

"Then he said to tell you that he has other methods to make you agree."

Everything seemed to fall silent for a minute, them waiting for his response and Skull being unwilling to give them a reaction. The wind swept in between them making a hollow sound but no one moved.

"Do it."

As the words left the man's lips Skull lifted his hand in a fast motion and a protego slammed into place and bullets fell like rain to the ground around him, harmless. The sounds of the gunfire were deafening to the silence that just where.

Skull took a second to gather his thoughts about what he should do in this situation and looked at the bullets piling upon the ground. Some of them were tinted green most likely done by lightning flames. And shit, these guys are already better than what they seemed at first glance. Them knowing how to harness flames could only mean bad news.

But apparently also, too to prideful for their own good making it border on stupidity.

With a quick glance in a circle around himself, he found what he had been looking for. Their coat of arms was all to proudly glinting in the sun at the font of the car and told him easily enough who dared to try to bind him. A smile split his face in an ugliness that a child shouldn't bear. The person in front of him took one more step back as he opened his mouth just barely stopping it from shivering as he shouted at him over the gunfire.

"We won't let you go! You belong to the Carcassa now!"

With those words thrown at him like he was some dog they could just take in and learn their tricks, his face darkened and before he vanished in a loud crack, he made sure to show his unwillingness to bow down to anyone with the blood on the empty road and only one man conscious enough to send the message to their leader.

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The purple haired Cloud Arcobaleno went completely of the grind for two months after that before there was a rumor rising in the underground, about a Cloud in Rage taking down the main operating house of a small Famiglia. The only thing that was left in the ashes of the previously magnificent mansion, where a note about how they had bitten off more than they could chew.

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Sirius anger had always been an unstable force that he had given a little too much free reign on when he actually had been him the first time around. He knew that James had known that, Remus too and they had helped him when he had started acting on it (Peter had known that too but he would rather not think about that right now).

In this life as Skull and how it had started with Cherep, he had held it closer than to his chest than before and reminding himself that there were only a small number of things that should actually hold the mass of his fury. It had worked for the most of his life and helped him keep his other emotions a little more in check and it had helped him to keep his mask a little tighter on when he was sure it was going to break

In his last life, he had had people that could help him calm down if needed but, he knew that he couldn't count himself as lucky this time around.

Somehow through his chance of the second life, it had changed a bit and it actually seemed like it was easier to not to act on his fury, felt like things didn't really rill him up that easily as before. It had helped him keep him calm for years.

Therefore, this sudden burst of strong emotion of hate should have been a little bit overwhelming if he had not been, as told, a shimmering ball of rage at the time. He knew it had happened before, like in the parking lot, where Oodako had gotten hurt, but this seemed to burn brighter in a different way. It was so bright that the only time he could remember to have felt anything as strongly as this it had been back when he was five and he had just woken up in a body that shouldn't have been his.

He remembers the dump of information when he had woken up and how it was telling him that, he was 5 years old not a 36-year-old adult man and had been born and raised in Russia and never had had anything to do with a British wizarding world.

Maybe it had been something about how the brain of a child wasn't able to handle the mind and memories of an adult. Having all that information with nothing to back it up sitting in the back of what had previously just been a normal five-year-old kid, didn't do that much good for -what Sirius could say without shame-, an already damaged mind. Cherep had felt the break down build up for weeks but had dismissed it as another of the strange dreams that just wouldn't leave him alone. For a kid not knowing better and having five years of inhabiting the body, this just couldn't be accepted with a finger snap.

The dreams had stretched themselves, trying to embrace him and trying to get him to embrace it as what it was. It had prodded Cherep's mind with every step he took, whispering about how his legs should have been longer and he could cross that room in three steps instead of the five it took. It said at mealtime when he was helping with the dishes that this could just have been easier with a wave of his hand and have it do itself.

Except it didn't work like that he told himself. Dishes couldn't magically do themselves, they have never been able to and the room was small, yes but he was a big boy and he could do it in five steps, faster than some of the other kids, so why would it say that he could do it in three? It hadn't made sense!

No child mind would be able to handle that and not surprisingly this one couldn't either. After two weeks of an older minds memory, the younger finally crashed and everything he had kept inside came flowing out like a waterfall. Or like a flame reaching dry wood if you would.

The pains of death and depression before that. Of fighting a war but never having fought at all crashing together, mixing into a deep purple flame, burning around him. His mind twisted through the pain of betrayal all over again and onto the pain of being the one left standing between the ruins of a house and hearing a baby vail. His new body couldn't keep it in and showed the emotions with big fat tears rolling down his cheeks and there was nothing pretty about it when it mixed with his snot and drool as he had collapsed on the floor.

He had cried for what felt like hours until he had stressed himself out so much that he had no energy left and fell into an exhausted sleep and dreamt of nothing but a dark background followed by the sound of light footsteps.

He forgot the dream in the morning when he stood in front of the problem of him accepting what had happened to him.

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(One month later, Switzerland, Lugano airport,)

Sirius was used to people staring at him, most of the time it was because of how he looked like a baby and the time before that when he had been accused of being a mass murder. This time however people apparently couldn't keep their gaze to themselves as he kicked his baggage on the floor through the airport. Yes, you heard that right. Really the fact that he could disguise himself as an adult man was a blessing but the fact that he still had the real physical body of a baby didn't make it better when he wasn't able to pick up stuff without it just hanging a few centimeters of the ground.

"If you looked like a baby you would do this to you ungrateful bastards!" Sirius grumbled to himself as he made his way slowly through the open hallway.

Really he could have used a floating spell to keep the baggage in the air and make him seem like a normal human being if not for the fact that it was hard to control his magic over long periods of time and keeping such a thing floating precisely where his hand should have been and keep it there with how the illusion shifted when he walked was to much of a hazard. He couldn't even use a sticking charm because there was nothing for it to stick to! And he had had to leave all of his stuff in a small safe house he had made when all of this shit had started. It wouldn't be good if he lost something in the crossfire. He had even left Oodako just to be sure that she would be safe and nothing like last time would happen again.

So, no extendable bag for him to keep his stuff in either so now he had had to settle with kicking his stuff if he had to keep up his appearance.

The ice-cold anger he had had for weeks was slowly becoming more bearable by a daily dosage of calming draughts and really Sirius would be doomed without them. Or well, the Carcassa famiglia would be doomed without them.

He had been able to take out most of his anger by destroying their main base of operation but he knew that wasn't all. Even small fries like that were cleverer enough to know not to have everything kept in one place. But if there was anything he knew better, it was that walking into such a big thing without a plan could be suicide.

"Thank god, this over soon." He whispered to himself when he finally spotted his gate. And then he saw the stairs leading down outside and how there were, even more, leading up to the airplane.

"Oh, fuck my life!"

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A little thing extra for the long wait.

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"Holding things close to your chest is a good thing to do around strangers and people you don't trust, but sometimes you have to take that literally. Holding a chunk of iron close to your chest when surrounded by strangers that are definitely trying to kill you and shooting at you, might save your life."

(If anyone ask why he was in such a situation and had a chunk of iron to his chest, it definitely wasn't because he wanted to see if he could stick to his motorcycle and tested it out with a sticking charm on a piece of metal and then suddenly people were shooting at him and he panicked and couldn't get it off. Nope, it definitely wasn't that. The real answer is that he's just that awesome).

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Thank you for reading.