A/N: OH MY GOSH! I know! I'm so SORRY! How long since my last update?! No, wait don't tell me that, I don't even want to know how irresponsible I've been (or responsible, considering I was finishing my school work instead of finishing this fanfiction _)

Anyways... Well, school's out and I hope I can write more _ This chapter seems pointless, it's just a bridge chapter but everything will make sense eventually :)) It's just a little peek into what everyone's mind is on right now.

WARNING: I'm really rusty with writing, I need practice and it'll get better, I promise.

PS. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REVIEWING! 3 I love you

"I made a copy of it… If you figure out what it means then the whole thing wouldn't be so complicated."

"What makes you think I can figure it out?"

"You're irrational, rash and hot-headed but you're the smartest out there. Plus, you're the only one that knows."

A light shuffle of paper tore the silver-haired boy away from his lingering thoughts. He held his hand out and accepted the piece of paper with messy handwriting from his mentor. Suddenly, it was like he was holding on to the whole world. As if he was carrying a sort of burden that only he could unfold, this was the weight of a simple piece of parchment with a prophecy on it.

"She's going to Italy. I heard Sawada wants to go with her, so chances are you're going to be left here to look after Kyoko… Can't your boss choose one girl?"

Gokudera scoffed and ignored the older man's question. That topic was outside what they were talking about. "I'm not getting left behind here I'm the right hand man! I come along!" He would be coming along. He knew he'd be coming along because that was the right thing to do, the right decision for the tenth to make.

The doctor only looked at him with a passive eye and let a little happiness escape from his mouth with a sigh. He flicked the piece of paper, it folding upward before it fell back on its own again, taut. "Focus on this first." Now that Gokudera thought about it, this wasn't any of his concern. This whole thing was Satsuki's problems, not his. He could just tear the prophecy into pieces and walk away, do nothing about it… let her die.

No matter how irrational, rash and hot-headed he was, he wasn't heartless. Vongola had countless lives in debt to Satsuki and family was family. He wasn't one to show anything but irritation, maybe he didn't know how to exhibit care but that was the way he was. He turned away from the doctor and without looking back waved a hand at him to signal that he understood. He'd slave on that piece of paper for as long as he could.

So here he was sitting leisurely in first-class, having enough room to sleep properly in a lying position. This was Vongola's private jet after all. It was self-service, Gokudera liked it that way compared to the air hostesses asking him what he wanted to eat or drink when all he wanted was to be left alone.

He was hunched over the makeshift table in the plane, eyebrows meeting in confusion down at the paper. At the break of day in which age matches birth. He had to know someone's birthday and he was quite sure it was Satsuki. He'd seen her file. Her birthday was a few weeks away from today but it wouldn't be cakes and parties. She'd be 23 and her birthday fell on a 23rd. Obviously, that was what was meant with age matches birth. Something would change on her 23rd birthday and Gokudera was still trying to figure out what it was.

He fell back on his seat and ran a hand through his already messy hair. He needed to do some research, having no idea what the longest month was. A hunch was present but he had to confirm it, there was a library in the Italy base, passed down from generations and generations of Vongola lineage. Surely, it would suffice for what he needed.

On the other side of the plane Tsuna and Satsuki sat side by side and although their seats were next to each other they were separated by a divider that could only be found in first-class airplanes. In all honesty Satsuki was confused as to why Tsuna chose to sit beside her. This was technically his plane and if he wanted to he could be sitting on the pilot's seat, meaning it was his choice where to sit.

"Satsuki." She turned her head to the right where Tsuna was but realized that the voice was coming from her left. She slightly tilted her head back to peer over her shoulder towards a tuft of black hair. Matteo was standing beside her seat, the pilot had just announced that take off would be in a few minutes: everyone should stay put on their seats. "Can I have a word after take-off?"

She merely gave him a slow, curious nod accompanied by a soft, friendly smile. She couldn't see Tsuna from her sitting position but there was a slight movement on his side, as if a cold wind had caused him to shiver in displeasure. The tenth boss had heard the request, of course, but chose not to say anything. He was making too many rash decisions lately, first Kyoko, now Satsuki and then inquiring in something that seemed like none of his business would or could be too much.

He sighed, folding his hands and propping his head above them. Kyoko would be safe in Japan with the others. Aside from Tsuna, Gokudera, Matteo and Reborn, the others had been left behind. He thought it was best this way, they had Varia in Italy in case anything happened so he left most of them in Japan. Yamamoto was capable enough and Ryohei would certainly take care of his sister. There was nothing to worry about. Nothing. It became a chant in his head, the words rolling over like waves insistently coming back to shore and he hadn't noticed that they were in the air already. He only noticed when Satsuki stood, smoothing down her clothes for a moment before walking away to meet Matteo.

The Milton family had their own private jet, although it would come as a surprise if the Vongola knew. Small families aren't supposed to have so much funds for fancy things. As Matteo looked out of the airplane window, noting the white clouds that passed them by, he himself was bothered by other things. His own duties back home, he had so much pressure put on him as the boss at a young age… Though, he shouldn't be one to complain, he and Tsuna were pretty much the same age and the Vongola tenth didn't seem like a crybaby to him.

"Matteo?" Satsuki quietly peered down at him and the raven haired boy sat up almost instantly. He had been startled, being lost in the troughs of his own thoughts, his instincts flared up and if not for him being in an airplane he would have sent an automatic right hook to whoever it is that called out to him. He relaxed considerably when he remembered he had asked Satsuki to talk and gave her an apologetic smile to which she just curiously stared at, not noticing his strange behavior. "Should we get some food and a drink?"

He stood and together they walked over to the lounge area of the plane where, at this time, there were only light refreshments and food served, such as fruit and salads. Satsuki helped herself to slices of mango and pineapple and waited for Matteo to sit beside her on the small dining area. He didn't waste any time as he sat down with just a cold orange juice and started talking. "You will be staying with your family once you arrive at Italy, yes?"

Satsuki nodded once, this was custom and since she had her own room in the Italy base, there was nowhere else she'd rather go. "…Why?" The way the young boss had asked her made it seem like he didn't want Satsuki anywhere near his mafia family and her suspicions were correct. "The situation at base isn't so good, there are bad relations with some rivaling families, it wouldn't be good to have a guest around if a fight breaks out." He was only concerned about giving her a place to stay in and not getting her, or anyone in Vongola for that matter, mixed up in their own affairs.

"… Which rivaling families?" Satsuki had an inkling that this was the right question to ask. That the answer would ultimately lead her to something she wanted and as she watched Matteo carefully, there was a split second of uncomfortable twitch on his face. "A family we've been having trouble with for a while." He had dodged the exact question and Satsuki started to chew slowly. She put her fork down, it clattering on the table and her now looking at Matteo, attempting to make eye contact that he was avoiding.

"…Which families?" Matteo finished his glass of orange juice and laid the glass gently down on the table, this was the only time that he connected his gaze with the girl. "Picotta." There was more to it than that and Matteo thought if he should get another glass of orange juice before she would ask again but she had already raised her eyebrows at him, telling him that it wasn't enough information. "Picotta is the family who had your documents."

"I want to help." He instantly knew that she would say that. It didn't even take her a second or two, Matteo now had the impression that she was a reckless girl who jumped into things. First going to Italy and now joining a mafia fight, it seemed she was a lot more selfish than he thought. Although she had said that she "wanted to help" the young boss was sure it was more for her benefit than theirs. "No, it's not right, you're not of our family. We can't let others get wrapped up in it."

"They killed my family, Matteo. I was wrapped up in it before you were!" The burst of anger was so sudden that it took Matteo by surprise, his eyes slightly wide by the furrowed brows of the girl and he could not say anything for a new presence interrupted them. "Is everything alright…?" Tsuna just came in, looking at the two who seemed to be entangled in an invisible tense and awkward air. He hadn't heard anything at all, just wanted a glass of water and came in to the lounge area to find that a heavy air was already hanging in the area.

A few moments of silence passed and Satsuki's shoulders slumped back to relaxation, she hadn't meant to have an outburst, she sighed and stood, not addressing the Milton nor the Vongola boss and went back to her first-class seat. Matteo held in a sigh, not wanting the Vongola boss to hear his distress, for a while he sat there and Tsuna just stood there, contemplating on what to do.

"…I might have offended her a little." A sheepish smile lit Matteo's face and he averted his gaze towards Tsuna, in all honesty, looking at the man, they had several similarities but the Milton boss knew that they were also worlds and maybe even a universe apart. Tsuna only nodded slowly and took two glasses of water, placing one on the table for Matteo who gratefully accepted it. "I basically told her she wasn't welcome in our Milton mansion." Tsuna almost spluttered the water he was drinking on his own suit. What was wrong with that? It wasn't as if Satsuki wanted to actually sleep in the Milton mansion, did she? She had the Vongola mansion and a room to herself, plus weird bodyguards also known as the Varia.

"I-Is that so...?" Tsuna gulped the water down, the lump on his throat bobbing up and down at the intensity he was chugging it down. Matteo chuckled a little, "It's nothing to worry about, Sawada-san." He was told not to reveal anything to the tenth. Reborn, Shamal and Satsuki herself had told him to keep the tenth in the dark but now that he thought of it, what was the use of Tsuna being here if he knew nothing and so little about everything. Matteo almost felt sorry for the tenth. The other person however, the one with silver hair, no one told Matteo anything about him but he could see that the silver head was always in his own little world, not bothering anyone at all.

Perhaps that was a convenient and good thing. A sign to leave the bomber alone.