"I was sent to sort out a mess in Japan. Then I met Nana."
"How'd you two really meet?" Tsuna asked. He had heard the story of how his parents met. But it was always an obviously romanticized account.
Iemitsu coughed, rather awkwardly. "Well, she, uhh. You see, the truth is...we met when she tried to kill me."
"What?" Several shocked people said in unison.
Xanxus took a spit take. His eyes as wide as everyone else who suddenly discovered the truth.
Nana blushed slightly as everyone turned from Iemitsu to her. "It wasn't very romantic. Which is why we've only told people about our second meeting."
"That all happened because I was sent to find a mole who had infiltrated the Japanese branch." Iemitsu paused, then added casually, "Oh. I also hired Tsuyoshi Yamamoto and teamed up with Ryuusaki Hibari for that.
"My Dad worked with you?" Takeshi questioned.
Hibari rose his eyebrows.
Iemitsu nodded. "Occasionally."
"Who's Ryuusaki Hibari?" Gokudera asked. He pushed up his glasses. "Some distant relative of Hibari or Fon?"
Hibari shook his head slightly. "My father," he curtly stated.
A majority of people stared at Hibari, then at Iemitsu.
"This interrogation is dragging on. Would everyone please quiet down," Reborn smoothly requested. Although 'request' was a stretch considering his darkening glare, and everyone understood 'quiet down' meant a threatening 'shut up'.
XXX
R, can't make it. Going to Japan 4 business--I
Reborn raised an eyebrow at the screen of his lime green Leon phone.
I, good luck.--R
XXX
Italy
Iemitsu took a deep breath. He was about to leave this car, leave Italy, and go on a mission in a far off country. At least he knew the language.
Majoram glanced at Iemitsu. "Good luck, Comfrey. Stay sharp."
"Wouldn't dream of getting dull, Mr. Marjoram," Iemitsu joked. He grinned and opened the car door.
XXX
Japan
Iemitsu was bored. He had several things to do, one of which was find a mole. He man cooked up various strategies in order to do so as he stared at the window.
The dim light of a fat mostly round moon seeped through the closed blinds. Iemitsu could see through the long horizontal cracks between the white slates. The houses and street were quiet aside from the occasional bark of a dog.
He wasn't bored when he heard the soft footsteps slowly getting closer to his bed. Iemitsu let a small smirk curl onto his face. It was usually a lot easier to find someone after they sent an assassin.
Prompted by his intuition, Iemitsu rolled over the side of the bed and dropped to the floor. The shot hit the pillow. The assassin let out a displeased huff and stepped closer to their cornered target.
Iemitsu slid under the bed, crouched, and pushed upward. The bed quickly landed on its side and was pushed toward the assassin with a grunt.
In the assassin's haste to back up, they fell. Their gun slipped from their hand and fell to the floor with a small thud.
He slipped around the bed, the knife from his boot in his hand.
The resulting struggle was over quickly. Iemitsu held a knife to his would be assassin's throat as he flipped on the lights.
It was a woman with short brown hair who had attacked him. She was rather pretty, Iemitsu apathetically noted. He pressed the knife against her throat harder. "I'll give you a choice, die or tell me who employed you."
She frowned. "Will you kill him?"
"Most likely?"
She smiled, a genuine warm smile with soft pink lips. "Good. He is a despicable man."
XXX
Iemitsu didn't dare confront the mole alone. It would be a rather stupid idea to go solo. So he decided to enlist the help of a Vongola hitman.
At the top of the list was a swordsman who was known in the CEDEF as Shiso. Iemitsu had high enough clearance to see that the man's main identity was Tsuyoshi Yamamoto, a sushi chef and native Japanese citizen.
Iemitsu decided to drop by the man's apartment. After introducing himself, he was let in. They sat down at a table, with a pot of freshly brewed tea.
Yamamoto politely poured two cups for both of them. They sat and drank their tea in a tense silence that both pretended was comfortable.
Iemitsu swept his eyes over the person he had picked out to be his helper. Tsuyoshi Yamamoto looked very common, just a young man with a slightly stubbled chin. The most notable aspect of his appearance was that his black hair was tied up with a broad black and white band of cotton. Common looking was good in a killer. Unusual was only good for someone wanting to stand out.
"So, Mr. Sawada, why is the right hand of the CEDEF Don in my home?" Yamamoto bluntly questioned.
Iemitsu inclined his head. "I have a job offer for you."
"Price? In yen, please," Yamamoto requested.
Iemitsu pulled out a piece of paper, calculated the number, and scratched out a sum. He showed the piece of paper to Yamamoto. It was in the millions in yen, Japan's currency.
"Quite the irregular sum," Yamamoto dully noted. The higher the price the higher the risk. This was a mild offer over all.
"I found out who the Japanese branch moles are. I plan to eradicate them," Iemitsu calmly explained. "Are you in?"
Tsuyoshi gave a broad smile. "It would be my honor," he replied as he offered his calloused fingers for a handshake.
XXX
Iemitsu sighed and slid open the screen door. He stepped into the large room full of people sitting on cushions. Yamamoto was a step behind him, ready to pull out his sword at any sudden movement.
The blond man smiled at the gathered group. Then his gaze moved the black haired man in a black suit who sat at the front of the room. He had just interrupted a meeting of the assassin and Yakuza leader Ryuusaki Hibari.
Iemitsu smiled. "I apologize for interrupting your meeting. However, the men you are meeting with are traitors. These are the moles of Vongola I've been sent from Italy to weed out. So, Mr. Hibari, help me or hinder me?"
Ryuusaki Hibari sighed, his black eyes were a displeased well that seemed to have no bottom or at least one unreached by the rays of the sun. "They are trash, Mr. Sawada," he curtly acknowledged. He withdrew his Smith and Wesson .460 from beneath his cushion as he stood up.
The traitors scrambled to their feet in a panic. The killing of them was quick. A fight almost unbalanced enough to be called a massacre. They had been caught off guards by three experienced fighters and had left their weapons at their houses. However, they hadn't made it through training and the field alive due to luck.
"Tea?" Mr. Hibari smoothly suggested to his two uninvited guests. He seemed to completely ignore the blood on his dress shoes and the red stained walls and floors. The corpses littered around the floor. The acrid stench of gunpowder and fear.
Yamamoto was cleaning his silver katana of the red it had been covered in. He finished and slipped the sword back into its sheath.
"We'd be much obliged. Do you want us to call a cleaning crew, since we are the reason this mess happened here?" Iemitsu politely offered.
Mr. Hibari cast one look at the room and waved a hand in a 'no, don't mind' gesture. "Do not worry. My staff will take care of it."
"My apologies for bringing this into your home."
Mr. Hibari gave a small sharp smile "It is not an uncommon occurrence-" Iemitsu had many unfortunate dark thoughts at those words. He would need to check into the amount of disappearances that occurred. "And I am happy to rid the mafia of such trash. I only hope the Vongola will hire better."
Iemitsu smiled all the wider at the unsubtle jab. "Don't worry, we will, Mr. Hibari," he practically chirped the promise.
XXX
R, already took out the trash-I
I, but if questioned in a few days as to why you haven't returned you're going to bull your way through? Better start gathering reasons why you should be staying.--R
R, don't worry. I will--I
XXX
A gut feeling led Iemitsu to a small restaurant for dinner.
He walked in, ordered, and kept an amiable smile up. Iemitsu was on the other side of the room. The more room between himself and the group of tattooed Yakuza the better.
One of the men got up to go to the bathroom. He narrowed his eyes, he wasn't expecting to see Mr. Green Ring here. Iemitsu didn't know the actual name of the Yakuza Boss, but he was nicknamed Green Ring because of the light green ring tattooed around his throat. The Yakuza man returned to the table and blocked off Iemitsu's view of the Yakuza Boss again.
Iemitsu almost choked when the waitress came to deliver the order to the men. It wasn't the same person that had delivered his food to him thirty minutes ago.
The waitress was the assassin who had told him about the moles. Why was she here? Was it her day job? Or...part of her night job?
Iemitsu heard snatches of the drunk Yakuza men's comments towards her. She shifted slightly, uncomfortably, but kept up a smile and thanked them for the compliments.
"Waiter," Iemitsu called.
The waitress excused herself and headed over to his table. "Yes, sir?" Her face was slightly pale, she knew who he was. Someone like him showing up again wasn't a good sign.
"How long will the poison take?" Iemitsu questioned. His tone was normal, if slightly happy, but nothing ordinary. Not like he was accusing her of poisoning someone.
The waitress's smiled brightly, keeping up her own farce as well. "A few days. Poisonous North American mushrooms."
"Well, then. I'd like another of my order please. No mushrooms this time though." Iemitsu gave a wry smile.
The waitress laughed slightly and jotted the order down. "It'll be here in a few minutes." She quickly left to tell the chef.
She returned with Iemitsu's order. Tucked under the the of the bowl of soup was a scrap of paper.
"You're nice," she quietly said and picked up his empty dishes from his previous order. "If you have a job you want done, I'd be happy to take it." She beamed a smile at him, a real one.
Iemitsu nodded and grinned. "Thank you. What's your name?"
"Nana."
"I'm Iemitsu."
A/N
Exchange for rate of yen to dollars in 1988 was 124 to 1. One million yen was at least 8,000 dollars, not adjusted for thirty years of inflation.
Sorry for the late chapters.
Fatti-chan: For your review on chap 3, the "tongue" referred to is the tongue of a shoe. It's a bit hard to hide a pistol in your mouth. As for the chap 4 review, I can't believe your teacher bought that, that's hilarious. Thanks for the cake and don't worry, it's probably just because of different formatting issues. Sorry. Oh, and I caught up on Flowers of Genhenna the other day. I like the story a lot. Eventually I will start theorizing about it...Once there's more information. I keep forgetting to leave reviews, so while I have it in mind I'll be putting it here for you to see.
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