Katekyô Hitman Reborn! Belongs to Amano Akira-sensei. Only the idea of this fic, born of my madness, belongs to me.
Since English isn't my native language, I hope you will pardoned me for the mistakes.
The title means "Alcohol" in French.
Chapter 1:
A(lcool)
It was after their second mission that they realized that, perhaps, Skull wasn't as sane as they thought. After all, a person raising as an honest and simple civilian would never do this kind of thing, right? Right?!
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The mission consisted in eliminating a small gang leader, but who caused many damages on the territory of Cavallone. The sponsor had asked that the death is the most natural possible, which was an easy thing for Verde, who had finalized a poison which paralyze muscles; and thus the heart, without being detectable.
The problem had been to know how to make him swallow it, because none of them could enter the bar which the young thug had chosen as base, without them being recognized, what would have made the mission fail even before it begin.
After a long and quiet discussion (from a point of view less … mafiosa, it had not been a quiet discussion, not at ALL!), they decided to send Skull, who wasn't known by the side Mafia. Of course, Renato and Lal were completely against it and keep grumbling in their corner, while Luce and Fon gave one or two advice to the civilian whom they were about to send to the lions' den. Viper tried to tear away him a will which they would be the unique beneficiary. As for Verde, he was reading an obscure work of science, ignoring royally everybody.
Finally, having exhausted his stock of advice, Fon lets leave Skull, who had an immense smile on the lips while closing the door of the suite of the hotel which they rented. Smile that Luce shared and who let escape a small laughter by seeing the looks of the Sun, the Rain and the Storm.
- Renato, Lal, Fon, you don't need to worry like that, everything will be okay.
- Allow me to doubt it Luce, it's a civilian, answered Renato.
- Well, you should follow him, she threw with the smile of somebody who knew something that the others ignored.
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So it was following this advice/order, that the trio, more Viper, was on the roof of a small building in front of bar… since soon thirty past three o'clock! And they didn't still manage to get back their jaws which were lying on the ground.
Skull sat at a table, making a competition of drinks with their target, whereas about ten people was lying about on the ground, in a state close to the ethylic coma. And since three glasses, Skull made mixtures of alcohols, which NO sane person would make!
- Has he just put some Absinthe, besides the Chartreuse? Asked for Lal.
- Wait, he adds other th… ZUBROWKA?! Fon choked.
They observed with a certain admiration/terror, Skull emptied his glass without the slightest problem, while their target crash on the table, his still half full glass. Then they watch him take the bottle of Zubrowka and empty it, before getting up and leaving the bar, his telephone in the hand. A few moments later, they received a message.
"Still not drunk ( *з´) Who accompanies me in a bar?:D"
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(A few hours later, the future Arcobaleno will learn that their target had died further to a too big quantity of alcohol which will have pierced him the stomach, but at the moment, they had a Cloud to caught.)