Troublemakers
Chapter 2
Kyouya wakes before his alarm, the morning sun too bright behind his eyelids. He automatically reaches for his phone on the bedside table, his arm moving more sluggishly than usual, but his clumsy fingers only brush against a glass tumbler and a hardcover book.
His eyes snap open and he frowns.
He clearly remembers placing his phone on the table beside his box weapon, both of which are now missing. In their place is half a glass of juice and a textbook on mafia law. The Vongola Cloud ring, which Kyouya never takes off his finger, is in an open jewellery box. His desk chair had also been moved to the side of his bed, with a crumpled orange hoodie on its armrest.
Kyouya doesn't recall inviting Tsuna into his bedroom and it bothers him that he hadn't noticed the other's presence while he was sleeping. Why did the herbivore enter his room in the first place?
It takes more effort to sit up than it ever has before. His entire body feels numb, his muscles weak and his fine motor control completely nonexistent. He'd slept badly on one of his arms before and it feels the same now, like a nerve was compressed for too long, only this time, his whole body is affected.
Perhaps the herbivore did something to him and that's why he didn't wake when his room was broken into. It's possible, if the hitman made it a challenge of some sort.
Kyouya slowly shoves the blanket off him and pauses when he sees the clothes he's wearing. They look like the ones he went to sleep in but there's something different, something small and probably a waste of time to look for but it bothers him nonetheless. It appears a bit more worn down.
He shakes off the sensation because finding the thief takes priority, then awkwardly clambers out of bed. He sifts through the contents of his drawers and searches the wardrobe to pat down the pockets of his suits. He doesn't find his phone nor his wallet, and alarm bells start ringing in his head when his box weapon doesn't show up either.
Furthermore, the suit jacket he was planning to wear to his mission tonight isn't in his closet. It's one of his older ones, worn-in and thus comfortable for combat, but it couldn't have been of value to anyone else.
Kyouya's thin patience finally snaps when he sees the empty couch, where he usually keeps his tonfas.
He digs into the closet for his spare tonfas, gets changed and marches out of his room with every intention to break in the new set of weapons. The herbivore had been in his room without his permission, stolen his possessions, and Kyouya was going to take his payment in blood.
Tsuna shrieks and drops his pen when an irritated Kyouya bursts into the study and looks like he's about to fling a tonfa at the Decimo's head despite being lacking in his usual grace.
For a moment, apprehension washes over Tsuna, but then he's flooded with relief. His fingers twitch but he suppresses the urge to climb over his desk and throw himself at his Cloud Guardian. He stands, almost throwing back the chair, and moves around the desk.
"Kyouya," Tsuna sighs happily, breaking into a wobbly grin and barely keeping back the burning in his eyes. "You're finally - "
"Explain yourself," Kyouya demands, stalking over and pressing the end of a tonfa under Tsuna's chin. "Why were you in my room?"
Reborn crosses his ankle over his knee and leans back into the couch, watching the drama unfold. "I also want to know what you were doing in Hibari Kyouya's bedroom," he quips with a mischievous smirk.
Tsuna aims a frown at Reborn. "You're going to do this now?"
The pressure under his chin increases, forcing his head up.
"Herbivore," Kyouya seethes. "If my possessions are not returned to me, I will not accompany you to the Sacco Di Lusso."
Tsuna freezes, dread and confusion pooling in his stomach. "The Sacco Di Lusso…?" he murmurs, exchanging a worried glance with Reborn. "The hotel in Milan?"
"Yes. You have a meeting with Don Gelaro of the Bertesca Famiglia tonight."
In response to Tsuna's stunned silence, Kyouya slams his other tonfa into the desk, denting the mahogany wood. "Herbivore," he warns.
Tsuna gives Reborn a discreet nod and the latter leaves to make a call. With trembling fingers, Tsuna pushes the tonfa away from his chin and gestures for his Cloud Guardian to sit.
"Kyouya...that mission in Milan occurred a month ago," he finally answers. "What do you remember?"
Kyouya does not care whatsoever about missing a month's worth of memories. There's nothing stopping him from functioning normally, and it's not like he can't fight anymore. But when he tries to explain this to the herbivores, they ignore his logic, shove him into the clinic and call some idiot with a 'degree' in Naturopathy.
Reborn scoffs loudly as soon as he hears 'Naturopathy', shifting slightly to lean against the wall of the private room. "Fon, I called you because I thought you'd be helpful. If I knew you'd drag along a-"
"His name is Kawahira," Fon explains to Kyouya, raising his voice to drown out the hitman next to him. He then throws a pointed glance at Reborn. "Please try to refrain from doing anything rude. I would hate to remove someone from the room forcefully."
"I have a better idea," Reborn retorts sarcastically. "Why don't we just pray to God for a swift recovery?"
Fon moves forward to probably make good on his threat to remove Reborn, while Tsuna reaches out as if to block the martial artist despite being across the room and next to the bed Kyouya is sitting on the edge of.
"The hitman stays," Kyouya interrupts even though he'd really like to watch them fight. "He's the only one with any common sense."
"Don't you want your memories back?" Tsuna argues.
"No," Kyouya deadpans. The Vongola keeps records of everything and all he has to do is read the report on the mission in Milan. He's more concerned about no longer being in peak physical condition but that will be dealt with shortly.
There's a quiet knock on the door and Tsuna calls for them to enter.
The first man to step inside the room has short white hair with round glasses, clad in a dark green yukata. Fon bows to him in greeting and leads him over to Kyouya, while a servant brings the briefcases over to the bed.
Kyouya stares at the so-called doctor. The Vongola has claim to the best medical technology available and employs only the best of the best, yet this Kawahira person doesn't even look like he has a practicing licence. Kyouya isn't one to treat a book by it's cover but there's a certain amount of professionalism required, especially in the medical field.
"This should be interesting," Reborn drawls, eyeing the briefcases but cautiously focusing back on Kawahira as the man passes him.
Kyouya slides a glance over to the door, where the silhouette of another man is loitering outside. After a moment of hesitation, the tall man enters. Long navy hair sways as he steps forward, his thigh-high hooker boots clacking against the clinic's tiled flooring. He wears a medical eyepatch and limps slightly as he walks.
Kyouya tilts his head to the side and contemplates the new herbivores. So Fon has brought in a quack doctor and a prostitute.
Wao. He's feeling better already.
A/N: Mukuro's thigh-high hooker boots are indestructible, Ourliazo says. They survived the fire whereas Kyouya's stuff didn't.