Chapter 6: Girls, Girls, Girls (They Love Me)
Shinobi and Mafiosi were like two sides of the same coin.
They were both, for one reason or another, hidden from public eyes and possessed certain values that defy either common laws or morality—or both. They also had 'powers' that defy the laws of physics studied in your usual university, and dabbled in arts that bordered on supernatural.
They were two entirely different worlds that were never meant to cross.
But this is fanfiction, so fuck rationality.
The guy was strong, Sasuke would give him that.
He and Sakura had the best teamwork in the business, add Naruto to that and they were practically unbeatable. Individually, they were at the very top of the hierarchy, but together, they were invincible.
Or so he thought.
It had been merely five minutes since the two sides started attacking each other, and the two of them had already sustained considerable damage that would cripple any lesser man. This guy was no joke. Fortunately, Sakura was the best medic-nin ever, so they didn't have to worry so much about the millions of cuts and bruises they received from their opponent's ridiculous spiky weapon. (Was it a hedgehog?)
Granted, they weren't using more than thirty percent of their strength, but the raven-haired tonfa guy was relentless. They had injured him, broken his ribs in every possibility, but he didn't seem to care that he was nearly swimming in his own blood. The attacks kept coming, and Sasuke had to wonder how the plane hadn't crashed yet.
Sakura knew the mafia were strong, they wouldn't have been able to rule the underground very long if they weren't. She also knew they used different rules from the shinobi—and the multi-colored flames they sometimes used for fighting attested to that. Sakura had no idea what it was, and how they used it.
Sasuke was right in that he only accepted this mission out of boredom. Barely anyone in their world posed a challenge to her anymore, and ever since they started dating, Sasuke had taken to holding back on her which was frustrating as hell. Naruto was so busy with his own girlfriend and his duties to the village that she barely saw him anymore. And Kakashi was too lazy.
So when their client came to them, asking to spy on the supposed strongest Mafioso of the age, she had signed the mission scroll and taken the earliest train to Namimori, Japan.
When she saw the target and his friends fighting, she had sworn to herself and to the dead Hokage's graves that she wouldn't leave until she got to fight at least one of them.
And here she was, bleeding profusely from wounds inflicted by the flaming purple hedgehog that wouldn't seal up fast enough, having the time of her life. She took a glance at her boyfriend of six years, taking note of the slight smirk on his face and the excited glint in his mismatched eyes, and knew she made the right decision.
She activated her seal and black marks stretched from the diamond on her forehead to the sides of her face. She smiled.
Enough warming up. This time she's giving it all she got.
(At the corner of her battle frenzied mind, she made a mental note to prepare countermeasures should the plane crash. With Sasuke's Susano'o, they could probably save everyone from falling off to their deaths, but it didn't hurt to save the luggage too.)
Hibari was using sixty percent of his full strength. He hadn't used Cambio Forma, yet, but he did take out Roll, and used his handcuffs.
His spine had been tingling for a while now, and he felt like that prince herbivore as he looked at the blood that covered his body. If he wasn't wary that using his full power would destroy the plane, he would've gone all out from the start. But after more than ten minutes of clashing against each other and the room getting trashed but otherwise unharmed, he decided it was safe.
His eyes flashed silver, and with a manic grin, that suited his image the way Hibird didn't, he readied his tonfas with its metal chains out, and prepared himself for one magnificent biting.
Tsuna knew his Cloud Guardian was a fighting maniac. Coupled with the sadism he somehow learned from Mukuro and Reborn, he was a very, very dangerous person. He avoided sparring against him if he could, because he always ended up bleeding and exhausted afterwards.
The bastard didn't know anything about holding back.
But he was also his strongest Guardian, and the one person that would fight him seriously when he needed to polish his skills. His other Guardians—yes, including Mukuro—babied him far too much to give a satisfying fight, and Reborn never took him seriously. The arrogant prick.
Looking at the carnage that was the former entertainment room, he confirmed again.
Hibari was a dangerous person.
But wait—
Was he bleeding?!
"HIIIE! Hibari-san, are you alright?" he said, fighting off the urge to run to his Guardian's side, seeing as the room was littered with giant, spiky hedgehogs and…what was that purple thing?
Hibari took one glance at him before charging against his opponent, a pink-haired girl with weird face tattoos, and a black-haired boy with a katana and a giant purple…thing covering him. His eyes were mismatched red and purple with weird shapes in them.
Okay, what the hell?
Boom. Crash. Pzzt.
"-no jutsu!"
"Roll! Cambio Forma!"
"Shaannaarooooo!"
Thud. Crash.
"HIIIIEE!" Tsuna stepped aside when a volley of amputated game consoles landed where he was standing.
Danger. Danger. Danger!
"A—ano!" he tried to catch their attention, but none heard him over the loud vibrations of their weapons crashing and their own yells.
What should I do? What should I do?!
"You're the boss, stop them," a tiny squeaky voice said behind him, before he was kicked to his doom, directly in between a katana and a tonfa that were about to crash together.
He closed his eyes and cursed his luck.
"I just want to fucking sleeeeeeeeep!"
Sasuke was preparing to strike the tonfa guy when a tiny brown thing came flying between them. He widened his eyes when he realized what it was. It was that rabbit like boss that we were spying—
He gasped when he realized his hand wasn't about to stop. I'm going to hit him!
Fortunately for him, Tsuna wasn't quite ready to die at his age, so he willed himself into Hyper Dying Will Mode and propelled upwards so he was directly in between the two clashing boys, hands stretched out to block their respective weapons.
The flame on his forehead flickering, he froze both weapons down to the arms of their owners, stopping their movements.
Sakura could only watch as the boy that was their target flew in between Sasuke and the raven-haired boy and gasp in amazement as she saw that same boy change in mid-air, hands and forehead suddenly engulfed in fascinating orange flames. She saw him hold his arms out to catch a katana in one hand, and a tonfa in another, freezing both of them in a split second and disarming both boys.
Her eyes were basically star-shaped when the three of them landed, the two clack-haired boys frozen from the hand to their upper arms, wearing identical scowls.
"Omnivore," the steel-eyed boy all but growled, but the brunette simply regarded him with clam, orange eyes.
"Explain, Kyouya," he said in a voice that sent shivers down Sakura's spine. She blushed at the sheer attractiveness of it, smiling sheepishly when Sasuke's glare focused on her.
"They're trespassers," 'Kyouya' said, sending a malicious glare at the ninjas' way.
The brunette—Sawada, was it?—considered this, and looked at them as though he was trying to look at their very soul. It was unnerving, and Sakura had the urge to flee.
"Who are you?" Sawada said, frown deepening ever so slightly.
Sasuke cursed because he forgot to reinforce the genjutsu so they had no alibi. He looked at Sakura with a questioning gaze. 'What now?'
Sakura just grinned. "Busted," she said.
And that was that.
They were suddenly in a dungeon with a couple of pineapple-haired—uh, were they twins.
"No," one pineapple answered, looking at Sasuke with a pair of mismatched eyes. Sasuke didn't know what it was, and why his eye had a kanji on it, but he figured it was probably him who locked them in this…it wasn't a genjutsu, but close. Really close.
A pair of metal chairs appeared behind Sakura and Sasuke, and an invisible force pushed them down on it—not gently—and once they're down, chains tied their hands down to the armrests.
He could feel his weapons missing from his body…even the most hidden ones, and if the outraged look on Sakura's face was anything to go by, the same thing probably happened to her.
They were about to be interrogated.
Sasuke sighed.
Sakura didn't know how, but she could swear every single one of her treasured weapons were suddenly gone from her body. Aside from that, they were in a dungeon-like place, tied to metal chairs in front of kids.
None of that dwelled well with her pride.
She had figured after having fun for a while, the two of them could just escape and report back to Konoha easily. After all, they were veteran ninjas, the strongest in the world. And despite how strong the Mafia kids were, they couldn't possibly overpower both of them, right?
They were kids!
But no, the two of them, three-thirds of the new Legendary Sannins, were tied down to a metal chair, about to be interrogated.
She and Sasuke could possibly escape from the chair and knock out the guy they were fighting earlier, and the boy they were spying on, but she had no idea about these two additions.
She knew the girl alright, and knew she was strong. Despite never seeing what power she had, Sakura could feel her strength everytime she passed by the purple haired girl. The other one, however, was too much of a wild card.
They had no idea what he could do, and he didn't seem like he'd be the type to be weak either.
She sighed. She had a lot of fun, but she was starting to regret taking this mission.
"I told you so," Sasuke's voice gloated beside her, and she casted him a death glare.
"So, what now, Mr. Genius?" She hissed.
The one who answered her wasn't her raven-haired boyfriend, but the brunette who they had been spying on. "You answer our questions."
Sakura considered this, finding no other alternative, she sighed and hoped for the best, swearing at the same time, 'If we survive this, I'm forbidding Naruto from transacting with any Mafia Famiglia ever.'
The questions were easy enough, and they answered them as truthfully as they could. The only one they didn't was the identity of the client, as that went against their principles. Surprisingly, none of them pushed for it, and the brunette kindly let them go when they promised to never accept any Mafia related missions ever again.
And then they were kicked out of the plane.
"Jerks! They couldn't have waited until the plane landed? They just had to throw us out to the sea!" Sakura yelled as the pair of them flew in Sasuke's Susano'o on the way home.
She was never getting involved with the mafia again.
No matter how freaking fun it was to fight them.
It wasn't worth the frustration.
As their 'guests' was flying over the Atlantic, Tsuna and his Guardians, who were woken up by a very pissed off Hibari, were having a meeting in the engine room.
Gokudera was frustrated and was threatening to prostrate himself for his 'worthlessness' for not noticing and disposing of those 'damn ninjas' earlier.
Yamamoto was laughing as usual, but was holding his sword suspiciously tightly, asking if it was fun to play with ninjas.
Ryohei, as usual, didn't understand what was going on and was healing Hibari who had a large scowl by the corner, inviting the angry prefect to join his boxing club.
Chrome was turning one corner of the room into a horror house, refusing to glance at Tsuna who had stopped her from 'punishing those damn ninjas' earlier with her illusions.
Mukuro was 'kufufu'ing beside her, helping her out while sending vicious glares to Tsuna every so often.
Tsuna sighed. "Okay, Chrome, Mukuro, I promise next time we have a spy I'll let you play with them. Gokudera-kun, none of us noticed either, so it wasn't really your fault. Yamamoto, uh, please sheathe your sword, we don't have an enemy right now. And, Onii-san, are you done?"
Ryohei just then punched the air along with his Kangaroo and yelled, "Extreme!" Hibari sent him a dirty look and retrieved his jacket.
"So, Mukuro, what did you find out?"
They had made a show of interrogating the two ninjas, but Mukuro had gone on to sift through their memories as usual. Tsuna knew they didn't use Dying Will Flames, but he had no idea what they had.
Mukuro mentioned something about chakra, but even he had no idea what it was.
Tsuna didn't feel that the two were enemy per se, and when they said their orders were merely to spy on his favourite things, Tsuna believed them. They were rather powerful though, so he really wanted to avoid confrontation if possible. Hibari had injured them, but he noticed that their wounds were closing at an alarmingly fast rate.
When they promised to never interfere with their business again, Tsuna was happy to let them go. Although he did take joy from kicking them off on air.
They would survive, he was sure.
But it was fun kicking them still.
"They were from a village called Konoha, apparently, and was two of the strongest ninjas on earth. As you know, they use a different power from our flames, but they were…strong. We could overpower them at a brawl, I think, but if we took them on at full force, we'd probably destroy the world," Mukuro said in an uncharacteristic monotone. He was still sulking.
"Their mission?" Yamamoto asked, still gripping his sword, but this was probably more on the prospect of facing a strong enemy than the deathly vicious grip earlier.
"They said the truth, some Mafioso from a small family asked to spy on you to know your favourite things so they could acquire your favour," Chrome said. And then, as an afterthought, she added, "It was a girl."
"…"
"Fangirls again, huh?" Yamamoto said. He was the only one who laughed.
After a couple of minutes in awkward silence, all of them remembering the different instances that fangirls ruined for them, Shoichi came in, looking refreshed, followed by Haru, Kyoko, Hana and Reborn.
"We're going to land in—Uh, what happened? Who died?"