Chapter Eleven

"Fuck," cursed Gokudera. He had been in a middle of a meeting (in Italy) regarding of his boss's vanishing act. It had been days since then.

People tried not to panic. Well, not like they did. Just a bit aggressive than the usual. Like...

"VOI! Calm down you shit-heads!"

"I'M GOING TO FIND SAWADA TO THE EXTREME!"

"My little brother... where is he? Is it you Xanxus?! Did you kidnap our Tuna?!"

"GET AWAY FROM ME, BRONCO!"

"Haha... Half of the room is gone. Tsuna wont be too happy when he comes back."

Well, he wasn't cursing for that fact. But, shit. Whoever was at fault, he wasn't quite content with Tsuna alone...

Gokudera coughed as smoke filled his lungs. It slowly dissipate, giving Gokudera a bit more sight to where he was...

"Where... Where in six hells am I?!"

In front of him were monitors- plenty of them and unfortunately, people...

They had katanas withdrawn pointed at him.

Gokudera clicked his tongue. Just his luck...

He whipped out his infamous bomb sticks.

("They're dynamites dammit!")