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"Talking in Italian"
"Speaking in Japanese"
'Thinking'
Chapter 9
Takeshi glanced over at Tsunayoshi's empty seat in worry. It's been two days since they woke up to find the boy gone from the mansion. In that time, he hasn't come to school once and none of them could get in contact with him since Kyoya did that morning. Just where was he and what was he doing?
He glanced away from the empty desk to look at Hayato, who was turned around halfway to look at the empty desk as well. As if feeling eyes on him, the silver haired boy looked at Takeshi with a frown.
What the two boys didn't know was that standing on the roof of a building opposite of the school was the boy that they were looking for.
Tsunayoshi rested his elbow on the railing and rested his chin in the palm of his hand. He had been here for half an hour already, just watching them all. He could see quite a few of his acquaintances and their classes from here. He truly did want to go back to school and see them, but forced himself not too. No one was going to get hurt because of him.
"Sorry." He whispered quietly. As if attracted by his voice, Takeshi and Hayato both turned to look out the window right at him. "I am so sorry, my dear friends."
SLAM!
Ms. Mina froze in her lecture to stare at the two boys that suddenly jumped up from their seats. Takeshi had even slammed his hand on his desk as he did so. "And what seems to be the problem, gentlemen?"
Without bothering to reply, both boys were running out of the room with Ms. Mina yelling at them to get back to class or she would give them detention. Neither of them listened though. They were much too concerned about the fact that they actually saw Tsunayoshi.
Outside on the roof, Tsuna chuckled and scratched the back of his head. "I guess they saw me. Guess that means it's time to leave."
Running to the other end of the building, Tsuna jumped over the edge without pausing to even think about the crazy stunt he was pulling. As he was freefalling, he threw out a hand to grab an emergency ladder to halt his fall. It stung his arm and shoulder a bit, but he ignored that to drop the rest of the way to the ground and next to his motorcycle that was waiting for him. He jumped onto the bike and sped away before they could even get anywhere near him.
As he was swerving in and out of back alleys, Tsuna found himself sad. He hated leaving his friends behind like that. They were great friends, but he was turning his back to him. Even though he had a good reason, which was to protect them, he still felt horrible doing it. It was like he was betraying them and he could never see them again after this.
Because he was distracted by his thoughts, it came as a huge shock to him when he suddenly saw bright yellow streaks flying through the air and slamming into the ground in front of him. Eyes widening in shock, Tsuna's instincts kicked in and he slammed on the brakes, causing the bike to skid across the ground.
"Woah!" Tsuna breathed out when the bike came to a stop in the middle of the smoking ground that was caused by those yellow streaks.
"You are such an annoyance to track down, Tsunayoshi Sawada." A deep voice growled.
Tsuna's head whipped around to stare in shock at the tall man that was standing behind him, green gun still smoking in his hand. "Who–" He started but was cut off when the man moved to stand next to him. His whole body tensed when the man brought a hand down to his shoulder.
"Go to sleep, Tsunayoshi."
Tsuna stared up at the man, fearfully. He couldn't even move with how scared he was of this man's killer intent filling the air around them. "Wh–" He started, but couldn't finish as the man's green gun came down on the back of his neck. His eyes swarmed with darkness as he fell forward and into dark obliviousness.
The boy would have fallen off the motorcycle if it wasn't for the man catching him and righting him on the bike. He then climbed on behind the boy and took over the role of the driver, trapping the boy's body between his arms. Tsuna's limp body was leaning against the man, who didn't spare him a glance as he revved up the motorcycle and took off down the alley.
*Demon*
"Ugh," was the quiet groan that escaped the boy's lips.
Looking up from his book, Reborn looked down at the boy that was on his couch. Setting his book down, the hitman stood, took a sip of his espresso and moved over to the couch to stare down at the boy. "Are you awake finally?"
Brown eyes opened a slit to stare up at him. "Who?" He murmured groggily.
"I am the number one hitman, Reborn." He replied, leaning over slightly to get closer to the boy and smirk at him. "And you're lucky that I haven't killed you yet. You were lying here so vulnerable for quite a few hours. It would have been so easy for me to slit your throat."
A satisfied smirk crossed Reborn's face when he saw the boy tense and pale even further. He moved away from the boy to give him some breathing room. "I won't harm you if you answer my questions, Tsunayoshi."
Tsuna stubbornly shook his head and tried to push himself up into a sitting position. Try being the key word since he discovered when trying to move his hands to do so, he couldn't move them at all, which was how he discovered they were tied pretty tightly behind his back. Scowling, he tried his feet and discovered they were tied at his ankles.
"Damn it," He snarled, turning his glare back to Reborn. Oh, he knew about the number one hitman, but he had no idea of what he looked like until now since they never had to associate with each other. He was the number one thief and Reborn was the number one hitman. They never had any dealings before. "What can a hitman possibly want with me? Isn't it your job to kill, not kidnap?"
"Most people would be scared about being with a hitman and the fact that I am from the underground world." Reborn pointed out, smirking. He walked around to the back of the couch, amused as Tsuna's head turned so his eyes could follow him. "Do you know what I think that means, Tsunayoshi?"
Tsuna raised a brow. "That I am a kid who is pretty calm in bad situations."
"That you are more involved in this dark world than you let on." Reborn said as if he didn't hear Tsuna. He put his hands on the back of the couch and leaned over Tsuna to stare at him with his intimidating eyes.
"You shouldn't be so suspicious of everyone, Reborn." Tsuna retorted, but on the inside he was sweating bullets. The number one hitman was here and suspected him being involved with the mafia! Why did he even care? This was absolutely crazy. There had to be a way out of this.
"Oh?" Reborn raised a brow before picking something off the table that was behind the couch that Tsuna couldn't see. "Then what is this?" He said, holding the orange box that Tsuna always carried on himself.
"You went through my stuff?" Tsuna said incredulously. Who did this rude man think he was? Well, at least this rude man let him lie on this extremely stiff and uncomfortable couch…stupid sadistic man.
"Tell me, boy. What normal boy has box weapons?" Reborn asked.
"It's not mine. I'm just holding it for a friend." Tsuna retorted with a cheeky grin.
Dropping the box, Reborn leaned over the couch and grabbed Tsuna's hair to pull the boy roughly up. "Do you not know what situation you are in?"
Tsuna's eyes flashed with annoyance before they were serious. "What do you want from me, Reborn? What could you possibly need a kid for?" He asked harshly, trying to rip his head away from Reborn, which only resulted in pain to his skull and the hitman holding his hair more tightly.
"This is only a favor to Vongola Nono." Reborn replied, releasing the boy.
Not expecting that, Tsuna fell back onto his back like a limp doll, but his eyes were wide, losing all their seriousness. The Vongola? The Vongola hired the number one hitman to track him down and kidnap him? Oh, dear god, what the hell had he done to earn the wrath of the Vongola and Millefiore?
"It seems you realize the position you are in at least."
"What does the Vongola want with me?" Tsuna whispered hoarsely. Why? Why was the most powerful mafia Famiglia out there after him? He stayed away from the Vongola. They were dangerous and not someone you wanted to anger. He reviewed his jobs before accepting them to make sure he didn't earn the wrath of the Vongola when he did them. They could easily kill him if they wanted after they found him, which, in hindsight, he realized the Vongola could easily do. They just never did because they did have some honor and respect…..or he just never caught their attention. He was going to go for the former because it made him feel better, or was that worse considering the situation he was in?
"You ran from their mansion. They were only giving you protection and helping you recuperate, and yet, you ran, which means you fear them and knew about them. We also know the Millefiore is after you. You are in a whole lot of trouble, Tsunayoshi." Reborn said.
"In the underground world," Tsuna retorted, looking away from the hitman's dark calculating eyes. "Unless you are part of the Vongola or allied with them, you either avoid them and don't anger them or you become their enemy. I want nothing to do with them. It is my choice to hide from them. So," He turned to glare at the hitman. "Tell them to stay out of my business. And, UNTIE ME, DAMN IT!"
"I still need information from you and I can't have you making any daring escapes just yet." Reborn replied as he went back to his chair and sat down. He grabbed his espresso and took a sip of it. "So, let's get started."
"How about we not and say we did?" Tsuna suggested sarcastically, staring at the ceiling with such anger that if it was possible, he would have burned holes in it already. There had to be a way. He needed to get out here. He couldn't afford to give anything about himself away. It was bad enough that his name, age, and appearance were already known by them. They couldn't know anymore.
"Eight years ago there was a brutal murder in Namimori, Japan." Reborn started, causing Tsuna to tense ever so slightly. Namimori was a small place and a lot of crime didn't happen there. Murders especially were a rare thing. They were so rare that one could sometimes tell what murder someone was talking about in that place. "The people killed were Nana and Iemitsu Sawada."
"That's got nothing to do with me." Tsuna said calmly, though on the inside he was freaking out. If Reborn knew his parents, then that means that the Vongola also knew. He knew for sure that the Vongola boss knows them. He clearly had a picture of his dad in his office, but how? And why doesn't he know the boss? If his dad knew him, then shouldn't Tsuna know him as well or did his dad keep the underground world completely from him? He couldn't remember with how long it has been. But if he didn't know them, then was it vice-versa. Did they also not know that Iemitsu had a son? Was his dad even part of the mafia? For all he knew, he could have just been friends with Giotto, but had nothing to do with the underground world.
What did all this mean?
"Are you sure?" Reborn asked in a tone that said he didn't believe him. "Sawada is not a common last name."
"Maybe so, but it's not so uncommon that you can't find another Sawada that has nothing to do with those people who got killed." Tsuna argued.
'True." Reborn conceded as he took another sip of his espresso.
Shifting on the couch, Tsuna turned onto his side. "Okay, if I promise not to run or try to escape, will you untie me?"
"No."
Groaning, Tsuna knocked his head against the stiff couch once. "Why?"
"Simple, I don't believe you."
"Even if you don't, I can't go anywhere." Tsuna said quietly, staring at the hitman. "We both know I can't beat you. You are too powerful. You are a hitman, I'm a thief. I may know how to fight, but I don't know how to survive like you. That is your area of expertise. Even if I try to escape, you can easily capture me again."
"A thief? Now that I didn't know." Reborn said with a smirk as Tsuna looked thunderstruck and begin cursing under his breath. "It makes sense when you think about it. An elusive and skilled thief would be able to escape the Vongola Mansion."
"But the bike? Now that is something curious that I want to know about."
Tsuna tensed. "My motorcycle?"
"Not only are you not old enough to drive, you shouldn't even be able to get one, especially one that runs on flames. I do not know of any motorcycles that run on flames, which means it is unique and specially made for you. I'm sure I can find the person who manufactured it for you and find out who it was given to." Reborn said thoughtfully, secretly enjoying the fear that crossed Tsuna's face.
"Y-you can't!" He shouted. He wasn't sure if Giannini would keep quiet like he promised. After all, by this point in time, he owed nothing to the Shadow Demon. He could tell if he wished, but that would be…breaking…the… "Omerta!"
"Oh, you're going to try that?" Reborn said. "Then you'll just have to tell me where the bike came from and who made it for you, aren't you?"
*The Shadow*
SLAM!
A depressed Hayato glanced away from glaring at the wall to look at the person who slammed the door open to the lounge that was specially made for the guardian heirs. They finally saw Tsunayoshi today, and he completely vanished on them a second time.
"What are you doing, Kyoya?" He demanded when he saw a furious skylark in the doorway.
When the Prefect just shot him a glare and moved to his corner of the room, the Storm heir turned to Kusakabe who was accompanying him yet again. "We found Tsunayoshi's apartment," He started, which gained the attention of all the heirs that were in the room, which included Hayato, Takeshi, and Lambo. "It was a wreck. Either he wrecked it and ran or someone else found it before us."
"Millefiore." Takeshi snarled, completely unlike him, and gripped his sword more tightly. Damn it, just what was he doing? He was supposed to be the Rain guardian in the future. What kind of guardian was he going to make when he can't even protect Tsunayoshi or even find him? Was he really that weak? If he was stronger, could he have saved Tsunayoshi from getting amnesia and preventing all this from happening?
"At the very least, we still know he is Italy and not in Millefiore's hands." Hayato said.
"But he's hiding from us." Lambo pointed out, getting a few glares for doing so. They all knew that, but none of them wanted to say it. Just what was Tsunayoshi doing?
"We are missing something." Hayato growled, punching the back of the couch in frustration. What did Tsunayoshi not tell them? And did he keep it a secret because he didn't trust them? "Something important that will tie this all together."
*Demon*
"Is your secret," Tsuna strained his eyes to stare at the gun that Reborn had pressed to his forehead. The hitman was sitting on the edge of the couch with his gun on him. "Really that," he gently drew the gun down his cheek to his neck, causing Tsuna's breath to hitch in fear. "Important?" He continued to lightly trace the gun down his neck to his chest.
"W-we've all got secrets that we value." Tsuna said, trying to calm his racing heart. He needed to be calm to think rationally or he might accidentally reveal something again.
"More than," Reborn traced the gun to Tsuna's shoulder and down his arm, then back up and to his heart. "Your life?"
"You won't kill me." Tsuna said confidentially.
"Oh? And why not?"
Tsuna's mind was going on overdrive. He needed a way to escape. He needed anything that could be used as incentive with Reborn. He had no idea if the Vongola was going to kill him after they got the information from him so he needed a new road that would interest them and Reborn. Something that they all wanted…..
"Millefiore!" Tsuna said.
"What?"
Tsuna took a calming breath and explained. "Their leader, Byakuran, he wants me. And you guys want to take the Millefiore out, right? We can help each other. Protect me from them and I'll help in any way I can to help take them out. Agree?" He finished, staring determinedly at the hitman.
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