Shura: Cosa Farai?
Pairings/Characters: Irie Souichi and nameless members of the Gesso famiglia
Warnings: Conjecture, Hypothesis, and speculation. Smatterings of Italian.
Notes: So...Lets explain my rationale for this one before we get started. There had to be something, something that acted as a catalyst for Irie to work for Millefiore, and as of what I've read on 4/02/08, the manga hasn't divulged that. I then came to the conjecture that since the Bovino were watching Lambo's dealings enough that they were able to impart Italian goods and apologies on the Irie family, that it's not far-fetched at all for more than just them to have known about him. I reasoned that obvious, anyone wanted to tear down Vongola would be keeping insanely close tabs on all the guardians since Tsuna and Reborn came in contact with them. Especially when they became the legitimate successors. ESPECIALLY CLOSELY INSANE WATCH. So, then following that rationale, it's obvious that Irie would be watched as well for coming into contact with Lambo, who is still a guardian, no matter how inept. So...seeking to discover weaknesses in the Vongola, logically, the Millefiore would go to someone who would be useful to them as well as might have seen into something that one could only see if they had personal contact with them. So...Cosa Farai?
At the age of 18 years, 3 months and 27 days old, Irie Souichi was sitting in the small interrogation room of the Namimori 2nd district police station.
He interrupted his staring contest with the lead detective on his case to clean his glasses off on the sweater of his high school uniform.
The detective was about to growl out a command or disparaging remark when there was an insistent knock on the door and a uniformed officer stuck his head in, gesturing impatiently for the detective to come to the door. That this had officially turned into an international incident and that the Namimori police were about to be taken off the case for agents from Interpol to take it instead.
The detective looked askance at Souichi, who simply smiled in response, and got up from his seat, mumbling something about where Interpol could stick their international incidents, and closing the door behind himself.
Ten minutes later, the door opened again, and two foreign men dressed smartly in black suits that seemed way too expensive for someone on a government salary walked in the room, all smiles.
Souichi was immediately put on guard. The last time he had had any contact with foreigners like these had not turned out a pleasant experience for him.
They exchanged a brief word with each other a language he immediately recognized and his morbid fear of Italians started to kick-in.
"Eh- Irie Souichi?" Said the taller of them, brunette, pulling off his sunglasses to reveal hazel eyes and speaking in the lyrical cadence of those native to latin countries.
"...Yes..." The taller one nodded and looked to his companion. A blond, who sat down across the table from him. Leaving his glasses in place.
"You're sweating, Irie-san. Is there something the matter?"
"...N-Nothing at all!" He answered, after a quick mental debate about what about himself he should and shouldn't reveal.
"Glad to hear it! Now, Irie-san, I hear that you've been giving the poor Namimori citizens a bit of trouble recently." The blond said, an eyebrow rising over his glasses.
Souichi laughed thinly, pride in his work boosting his courage a little.
"You might say that."
"I might, yes. Once might also say that you're quite a little pain in the ass as well, right?"
"There are some that say that as well, I suppose."
"And there are others who might call you something of a genius."
"There might be. That would depend on who these others might or might not be, would it or would it not?"
The brunette grinned while the blond frowned, obviously not able to follow the circular Japanese that the conversation was going in.
"...Very well, Irie-san," The brunette said "Why don't we just cut to the chase, eh? You're a hacker."
"Possibly."
"You rewired the displays on the Tokyo 109 building to broadcast pornographic movies for three hours last spring before you got bored. No one could figure out how to fix the damage over the bug you entered into their systems."
"..."
"You took over the broadcasting system at your high school last month and broadcasted recordings of satanic spells over the loud speaker. They had to evacuate the school for fear of creating a panic."
"..."
"And this last incident. The one that got you caught. You emailed photographs of several key Diet members in compromising positions to every major newspaper in the country."
"Are you asking if I did it or telling me that you know I did?"
"You and I both know the answer to that already, I think." He looked back at the file in his hands, flipping through it with something of an amused expression before turning back to Souichi, who was desperately trying to keep his facial expressions in control when he wanted to panic and run out of the room.
"What exactly are you accusing me of?" He asked, pleased that his voice didn't crack
"Nothing really. I'm just trying to make sure our facts are the same. You've been operating under the name 'Millefiori' for the duration of you career, correct?"
"..."
"I'm just curious as to why you chose that name? Why Italian?"
"No specific reason..." Shouichi replied, deciding that it might be worthwhile to divulge something, if anything, to get these agents to the same in return.
The brunettes grin widened.
"I'm just curious as to if you know what it means?"
" 'A million Flowers', Why do you ask?"
"No specific Curious. Let me ask you another question. Have you ever heard of something called 'The 10-year-bazooka'?" The name somehow filled Souichi with a bottomless feeling of dread. He'd heard it somewhere before, but just couldn't get his mind around where...
"No, why would have?"
"No specific reason." The two Italian men exchanged another glance before turning to look at the camera in the corner of the room. The blond took a cellular phone from his pocket and spoke into his. Rapid, gliding, Italian that had Shouichi crossing his eyes in concentration trying to follow it with the little of the language he knew.
"What does all of this have to do with my case?"
The brunette held a finger up before glancing back to his partner who ended his conversation with a gruff "Ciao" before nodding in response to the brunette's unspoken question.
"Let me be completely frank for a minute, Irie-san, now that the cameras are off. We aren't with Interpol. The organization we work for is very curious about you. Your expertise in your field as well as let's say...your encounters with slightly more eccentric than usual people that currently occupy this city. They are...Let's say...Business rivals of ours that we seek to...let's say...buy out."
"...'buy out'..."
"Yes." The brunette man agreed, smiling again.
"And what does this have to do with me?"
"We'd like to hire you to work in a specialized department of our organization."
"...Er...Okay...I guess...How much will I get paid?"
"It's determined on commission. So, if you accept then we'll be in contact, Irie-san. It was a pleasure to talk to you, this afternoon. Your record will be expunged of all charges on behalf of our organization and I hope to be able to work with you again in the future." The brunette man said, standing up and holding his hand out to Shouichi to shake.
"Who are you guys anyway? This seems a little shady..." The brunette smiled again, showing all of his teeth and flipping his suit jacket open to reveal the gun in his shoulder holster.
"Of course, Irie-san. We are the Mafia after all. Though if you say a word about this to anyone, they won't be able to identify your body when they fish it out of Tokyo bay. Have a nice evening"
More notes: Really, I said all I wanted to say. Translation thing though, Cosa Farai is "What are you going to do?" in the Future tense.