Sorry for the late update, I first got ill and then stuff came up to do etc. and I felt very lazy to correct the chapter, even so it was already finished. I also split it in two chapters to rise the tension. Another update will be this week, too. Probably around weekend. Excuse my laziness again, it is the first time since years :3
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The door creaked a little as he went inside. It was dark, and the kitchen clock hummed slowly.
"I'm home," Tsuna mumbled under his breath and placed his shoes next to the one and only intruder he knew.
"Natsu!" Somebody screamed while dashing down the stairs, " Thought that some UMA kidnapped you. You weren't kidnapped by any UMA, were you?!" The grey aired teen observed him suspicious.
Tsuna rolled his eyes. 'As always'
"If I would be taken by an UMA then the underworld would be near dead-end," he smirked sheepishly before he gave a sign to follow him back upstairs.
"Is your sister on some lover trip again?"
"Don't know. She just got by to say hello…"
"…and knocked you out with her eyes?" He raised an eyebrow with a small grin and laid back in his office chair.
"Sheesh… rather than being downright mean, why don't you tell me the newest shit?" Gokudera dropped on the queen-sized bed. His steel blue eyes watched the brunette who booted the computer.
"Dunno, we will know quite soon. I didn't had the chance to read my messages cause Haru and that other guy were around."
"Other guy?"
"He was quite interesting. Seemed ominous and kind of dangerous if you ask me. He had this natural aura of the underworld, you know?"
"Hm… and now you are interested in him? Could you tell me at least his name?"
"Sasaki Kazu. Haru told me he was the idol of their school."
Never heard of him."
"Me neither but I'm not really interested in the people of this town so it's no wonder." His eyes were riveted on the screen when he opened the messenger," Maybe it will chance from now on."
Gokudera starred at the ceiling. For a moment the room was eerie silent. Tsuna quickly scanned the message of his mother. Relieved he sunk a bit into his chair.
"Mom asked me to give you warm greetings."
"Say thanks," the other teen answered briefly, watching his best friend before his gaze wandered across the endless books of the bookshelf. Lecture of self-defense, way too many languages for a decent human, many nonfictions and guidebooks of different countries, their culture and landscapes over to some classic novels like Shakespeare, 1984, I am a cat and some books about Conspiracy theories. Last ones found their way into the shelf just because of Gokudera. He was more often here than in his own home.
"Hey, Smoking-Bomb."
"Huh?" Something interesting must have happened otherwise the brunette would direct his call to his birthname and pass his underworld name.
"Akira just told me that some guy was around the area of Japan. Interfering with the business of the yakuza."
"Nothing very special…," Gokudera set up and lighted a cigarette. Tsuna turned towards him and grinned.
"Oh, but the person was located around the area of Namimori and certainly I have a feeling that some whitehaired guy is involved in this mess," he put on his arch smile and typed-full speed-his way down in the dark wide underworld web. Tabs were popping up and text fluted the display. Loaded, showed large text boxes and vanished again soon afterwards. The silver hair observed the whole spectacle, finished smoking and tossed the stub out of Tsuna's window.
"What about things with the Varia?"
"Ah, there is some major obstacle with the current Vongola position. Xanxus seems to be very pissed by actions and plans. They appear to be searching for a better successor that would be excepted by the ring. As far as I am privy, Xanxus is not much interested in the position of the Vongola boss since he has no change of getting acknowledge or full power. He is might be a hotheaded player, who is guided mostly by his emotions, nevertheless he is no idiot."
"Tz. Calling him bright. The world must be near insanity," Gokudera leaned against the wall, his arms crossed in displeasure. His friend ignored the comment," They can't find one because the Vongola Primo cast away all information's about his stay after escaping from the mafia, plagued by guilt and lostness. Not even I have access to any information's regarding his last residence. Reborn did concluded that he would probably covered himself with a new name but so did I long ago."
He opened a file and smirked before resting his eyes for a second. "Anyway. The big deal in this mess is that if they don't find a successor Xanxus must fill this position."
"Would mean he lost to the old man and live a life in disgrace and doubt just for the sake of the underworld."
"Yep, but the mafia or at least the external advisor and Timoteo give not the impression to understand the effect that would cause."
Blue eyes starred in hazel colored before narrowing to slim slits, not sure if he just did not wanted to understand or if he really did not understand all of this. Tsuna's expression distorted his features in such austerity, it was serious business.
"If that will be the outcome the Vongola will go down the cute and Xanxus becomes the joke number one. Reborn, apparently, too. And moreover, and most important: My life and the life of my mother would be in great danger. Without the Vongola as the leading family, the underworld will end up in absolute chaos and anarchy until a new, a worse leader family will climb up the throne. Can't let it come to that." He needed to find an appropriated successor for Timoteo. Somebody who either was an descendant of the Vongola inheritance or somebody who would make a great descendant.
"Will he arrive here anytime soon?"
"He said something about two or three days. Until then I will devote myself to this masterpiece over here," and faster as a hurricane he changed the subject back to his personal target.
"That is him?" Gokudera questioned and starred at the picture of a white-haired guy with blue eyes and a slim figure.
"I saw him before. He is always surrounded by some guys and girls forming an odd group of fans," he replied watching Tsuna's reaction. He just smiled before he stood up and walked downstairs.
"You hungry? Wanna eat some Udon*?" the brunette asked. The sudden change of topic was nothing new to his best friend. He would call it a weird habit of the brunette. He never dug deeper into it.
"Sure, whatever."
~At another place~
"Akira-sama."
A man, mid-thirty, red hair, cold grey eyes, stared at the man in front of him right into his soul.
"We couldn't find the culprit, Akira-sama," he lowered his head as he kneeled on the floor.
The man, addressed as Akira, turned towards the window while letting out a heavy breath. He growled. Anger showed across his face and his subordinate flinched in fear.
"Search for any other evidence. I want you to find this culprit, dead or alive, no matter what," he filled the room with his deep voice, watching the sight out the window. They were on the third floor of-what people believe to be-a storage room. The street beneath was filled with people. Various people. Women, men, children, black, white, big, small, thin, thick. To him they were all the same.
They were all just random people walking on his streets. This was his district. He ruled this area. He was the one, who was feared by most of his allies in Japan. Even the mafia overseas knew his name. Yet, some people still interfered with his business from now and then.
Towards him, a person with wealth, power and respect, they were just merely some bugs to kill. They would be killed, and some new bugs would gather to cause trouble. It was kind of entertaining from time to time.
However, to be bothered by a bug like this. Killing some of his members in district 10 and to steal from him. It was an affront.
The dim street lights reflected in his eyes. He had a bad feeling, that bug was not a normal. Whoever the culprit was, was well informed and skilled. Not leaving any evidence, a hint, a trace to track him down.
"Just like those two," he mumbled, crossing his legs. 'Your answer, Natsu, will decide things sooner or later.'
He couldn't see, outside, the person standing outside. Who would be swept away by the crowed, not really a being of interest. Just another highschooler mingling with his peers. Yet, he couldn't see that he was watching him with steel blue eyes. Just for a second but that was enough to put a small smile on his face.
"Hey what's up? Hehe."
"Ah, nothing. I just remembered how Megmui tripped in second period."
"Haha! Yeah, best thing ever."
"Guys! I can hear you," the girl pouted, ignoring the cheerful laughter of her friends.
*Udon is a typical Japanese dish made of thick noodles in a consommé with soy sauce and mirin; often eaten by students & workers
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Towards him, a person with wealth, power andkudos,this was merely some bug to kill.
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