Enna's Little Savior [Saisei x Isabella]

If there was one thing Isabella knew of in this world, it was that there was always more to an excessively kind person. Nevermind the fact that this was some random boy brought home by Imelda from who knows where. Well, not who knows where. Soon as he came into Enna, Isabella knew about it. So did the rest of the family. Hell, Isabella knew about him once Imelda made contact in South America. Love and trust her sister as she did, the family's safety and order preceded their privacy. And, in this family, when you're some boy toy brought home out of nowhere, you get checked out.

"Get at 'im, boys."

She hung up the call, put her phone in her pocket, and leaned back in her chair with her feet propped up on a distant balcony. Binoculars in hand--the kind that came with far-range focused audio too--she kept track of the events from a distance.

Meanwhile, three goons approached Saisei from behind. One was like a hairy porpoise, but his thick arms and handlebar mustache let you know he meant business. To his side was a 6'7 giant that blocked out the sun, so all you could make out in his face were his furled, bushy eyebrows. On the other side was a girl, dainty and petite, in a fitted business suit. She seemed a bit out of place here, but the subtlety of her controlled spiritual pressure let you know she also meant business.

The porpoise man in the middle spoke in a gruff voice. "Oi, ritardato. Empty your pockets."

The porpoise man was taken aback. The cronies to his left and right didn't make much of a reaction, though it looked like the larger one was simply too absent-minded to do anything much more than follow instruction and stand there menacingly. The businesswoman remained stoic.

"Uh... No. No, that'll be all."

He pushed the large man forward, telling him to pick up the nails, and hand the wallet to him. In the meanwhile, he whispered to the woman, 'Maybe this kid really is retarded.'

The large man handed the porpoise the wallet, and he rifled through it only to find the picture of the dog...

The trio left the nails and the picture behind, though the porpoise man did take the wallet. It looked nice enough to be worth a decent penny. Still, in the state that Enna was in, troublemakers as they were it wouldn't be appropriate to spread word that the Vanetti family wasn't able to keep random goons in line that would steal, then go back on their word on top of that. The former was bad enough for public images. Thankfully, these were the type of goons that weren't linked to the Vanetti family, so much as Isabella herself, so the trail wouldn't be too messy for the family if anybody wanted to figure anything out.

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An hour passed, and this time a duo came walking up. A young lady, maybe in her teen years, carrying what seemed like some groceries. Beside her was an older lady, walking with a cane in one hand and her purse in the other. They walked a good distance away from Saisei, though just close enough to be in earshot distance.

"I had enough, nonna! I'm done! Carry the bags back yourself!"

The girl dropped all the groceries on the floor and stormed off, leaving behind her grandmother with a worried face over how she was to get home with all these bags.

The old lady appreciated his efforts and waited patiently for Saisei to return with a new carton of eggs. Isabella viewed his actions from a distance, still unsure of his character. Over the course of the day and evening, as the pink haired fellow went to work, more tests were sent his way, to such an extent that the man must've surely had an idea what was going on. Still, he responded well, non-confrontational, and in all manners of being, a boring kid.

Still, she knew there was more to him. He had a record on hand, one that Isabella rifled through thoroughly, and it all told her that there was definitely more to him. If anyone was going to drag it out of him, it'd be her. It had to be something else, however; a better means of measuring a man. As the sun dialed down, she left her spot and started formulating a new idea.