Target 28: Longest 30 Minutes Of My Life (Ari POV, Future and Present)

A/N: Short little author's note here. This chapter will be in both Ari's POV. And I mean in both 10YL Ari, and present 12 year old Ari.

Warning: This may contains spoilers for the future arc…like some spoilers but not that many.

The bazooka started malfunctioning, and jumping all over the place, like it had a mind of its own. Lambo just started crying louder, and I guess it distracted me, because the next thing I knew, somebody grabbed my wrist and dragged me forward. The bazooka went over my head, and I was falling through a weird looking tunnel. I had never gotten hit by the ten year bazooka before, so this was a totally new experience for me. I just knew that I would switch places with my future self, and I would only do that for five minutes. Those were going to be the longest five minutes of my life. Or thirty.


(Present Ari 10 years in the future)

Once I reached the end of the tunnel, I found myself in a dark room. I think I was lying on a bed.

'Where the fuck am I?' I thought, as I tried to wriggle out of the bed, but found there was something pretty solid keeping me from moving. I wriggled experimentally again, and found there was something quite firm pressed against my back.

It took me a…er… few moments for my brain to process what was happening.

'Holy shit, someone was spooning me.' It took all my will power to not start hyper ventilating right there. Well at least now I know that in 10 years, I won't be some lonely crazy cat lady. Not that there's anything wrong with cat ladies…but I'm personally more of a dog person.

Now…who the hell is spooning me?

I knew I couldn't just start freaking out, so I took a few calming breaths and assessed my current situation.

I was currently being the little spoon, and the big spoon had one arm lazily draped over my waist, and I felt his other arm under my neck, giving me like an arm pillow. I have to admit, this position was super comfy, and I was tempted to just fall asleep and just wait until I switched back.

But my curiosity won out in the end, and I decided I would rather try to figure out where I was, and who was sleeping with me. Now I just have to figure out how to get out of this position without waking the other person up.

I gingerly removed the arm around my waist, and scooted out off of the bed. Once my feet hit the ground, and I stood up, my feet slipped out from under me. Either I stepped on something slippery or the floor just got waxed. I didn't have time to brace my fall, so I landed on my butt with a huge thud.

Immediately, the room was flooded with lights and my poor eyes were assaulted with brightness. Once my eyes decided to work with me and adjust to the bright lighting, I looked down and gulped. There was the point of a sword being pressed against my throat.


(Future Ari 10 years in the past)

Ari whipped out her weapons once she felt herself rudely pulled out of her bed. Once she saw familiar clouds of pink smoke, she knew that her past self had just been hit with the Ten Year Bazooka.

'It might be fun to see everybody in their past selves,' Ari mused to herself while she waited for the smoke to clear.

Once it did she was met by the sight of awkward gawking teenage boys. Then she decided to take into account her attire…or lack of one in her case. She was literally just wearing her favorite set of matching mint green lingerie with a large white dress shirt with only one button buttoned.

Ari had grown up well over the years. Her once long wavy silver hair was now cut shoulder length cut with an asymmetrical style. She became taller, leaner, and more mature. Her ice blue eyes that always had that tinge of ignorance and playfulness was replaced by understanding. All those years and she had seen too much, experienced too much, and she could hardly be called innocent now.

She wasn't that little twelve year old girl anymore.

Silently she started buttoning up her shirt, not feeling embarrassed whatsoever. She still needed pants though.

She looked around to survey who to steal pants from and she saw sight of a familiar tiny brunette with wide honey eyes. Immediately, all the memories she compartmentalized in little boxes in her mind, burst open, and she couldn't stop the barrage of memories that flooded in.

"Tsuna give me your pants." She called, and that broke everyone out of their stupor. Seeing the stunned looked on his face, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Oh please. Everyone's already seen you in your boxers multiple times, and I kinda need pants, cause this is kinda awkward. Plus, we all know Reborn carries at least 3 extra pairs of pants for whenever you go into dying will mode."

"I have pants for you," Yamamoto broke in, and rummaged around in the backpack he was holding. "I just came back from baseball practice, so you can wear these."

Ari caught the pants that was thrown to her and gratefully put them on. Even though Ari was 10 years older, Yamamoto was still taller than her by a lot, and the pants were a bit long.

"It's been a while hasn't it Ari?" A voice chimed in, and Ari turned around, knowing whose face she was going to see. And she kind of regretted turning around to look, once familiar purple eyes met hers.

"It really has hasn't it?"


(Present Ari 10 years in the future)

I gulped nervously as I eyed the point of the sword at my throat. My eyes followed the length of the blade, up the hand and wrist, up the arm and shoulder and neck, and up until my eyes rested on a familiar face. A very familiar face.

"Hi?" I greeted awkwardly after clearing my throat.

"Oh…hi." Was the reply I got from a very very mature looking Yamamoto. That's right…Yamamoto. He chuckled sheepishly and removed his katana.

"Sorry…I thought you were people from the Mill-another mafia family," He finished quickly, and I raised my eyebrow.

'So in the future we were at war with any mafia family?' I thought. Before I got a chance to say anything about it, he interrupted.

"Got hit by the ten year bazooka?" He asked, and I nodded. I was still sitting on the floor, and I was apparently sitting on something.

"This is what caused me to fall." I exclaimed holding up a piece of black fabric. "What the hell is this?" I asked in confusion. The fabric was all twisted and turned inside out; I couldn't even tell what it was.

"Well…it was a dress." Yamamoto answered awkwardly. "And it did look very nice on you."

I held up the piece of fabric gawking at it. I would wear this when I was older? Jesus, my mother would kill me if she saw me in this. Now that I kind of re-orientated in into the right shape, I saw that it was a very teensy tiny black body con dress. Ick. Remind future self to stay away from these kinds of dresses.

I looked up and finally noticed the array of clothing strewn haphazardly on the floor.

'Wow,' I thought, 'My ten year self is a slob. I would never do this right now.' Then I looked up at Yamamoto and saw that now he was sitting on the bed, the sheets pooled around his waist, and seemed to accentuate the fact that he was shirtless.

"Do all guys sleep shirtless?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow. "Go put your shirt on."

He cleared his throat again, and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Well that's the thing…" He started, not making eye contact with me, "You were kind of wearing it…"

I would be lying if I said it took me just a few seconds to process what he just told me.

"Oh. OH. Oh. Oh my…" I realized, and looked away embarrassed.

"Hope I didn't screw anything up for you. Hahahaha…" Yamamoto awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck as a nervous habit. "By the way," He broke in, and I was relieved to get away from that topic. "Hasn't it been more than 5 minutes already?"

"Yeah it has…" I said, looking around the room for a clock. "I think it's already been fifteen."


(Back to Future Ari in the past.)

"It has hasn't it?" Ari asked, her facial expression growing cold and distant. Yuki seemed to understand why she was like this, and gave her a curt nod of acknowledgement, before turning to Tsuna.

"Hasn't it been more than five minutes already?" Yuki asked, and Tsuna looked at his watch.

"You're right, it's been like fifteen." Tsuna replied, a bit confused.

"There must be something wrong with the bazooka," Gokudera muttered, eyeing a sniffling Lambo.

'That's weird,' Ari thought, 'The bazooka rarely malfunctions, and if it does, it's usually because someone has tampered with it. Something big is going to happen…'

A poof of pink smoke engulfed her, and she wondered why she didn't feel regret when she left everybody. That was her time to say goodbye to the people she never got to, but she didn't. Instead she let herself get lost in the pink smoke that looked like cotton candy and tried to convince herself that she did the right thing. But deep down she knew. She knew that she would regret that decision.

But she was okay with that.

Those were the longest thirty minutes of her life.


Future Omake! (Ft. TYL Ari, and Regular Squalo and Yamamoto.)

Summary: Ari is watching Yamamoto and Squalo spar; she gets hit by the ten year bazooka.

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Lambo was running away from I-pin because she wanted him to share his candy. Obviously he had other ideas. He ran all around until he ran into the room Squalo and Yamamoto was practicing. Ari was also watching them spar. Lambo just had to trip and faceplant into the floor, which sent this bazooka flying towards Ari.

She couldn't react fast enough, so the bazooka covered her, and it fires off the signature pink smoke. Ari was replaced by 10 year Ari, but this time she was wearing clothes. Once she saw Yamamoto and Squalo sparring she got really mad for some reason.

She whipped out her kunai and jumped into the fight.

"You almost made my future hubby gay!" She screamed, as she charged full blast at Squalo. Squalo thought he could handle her, but no. What ten years can do to your fighting style. Plus Ari was pissed, so that had something to do with it.

Yamamoto just backed away from the fight confused, abut laughing. Squalo was in the middle of being tortured by a furious Ari.

"By the way…" Ari started, "What conditioner do you use? Tell me, or I'll cut off your fingers one by one."

"I-I use Shimmer Lights! The one that brightens hair…cause you know how our hair can get brassy and dull." Squalo stammered out, wanting to keep all his fingers on his only hand.

Just at that moment Ari switched back to her regular self, and found Squalo pinned underneath her.

"Oh sorry," She muttered, as she clambered off him. He tried to grab her shoulder, in an attempt to slice her up.

BIG mistake.

She turned around and performed a German Suplex on him. Ryohei popped his head in for a moment to see what all the ruckus was about.

"What a beautiful bridge." He commented, as he looked in, and then walked away.

A/N: Sorry if this chapter was a little confusing…idk it didn't really turn out how I wanted it to but whatever. So now we know that Ari ends up with Yamamoto. Tell me if any of you guys expected that. But ya…the omake little came out of nowhere but that's okay. We are jumping head first into the future arc you guys! I' m so happy I've made it this far! Anyway…I'm going camping this week with no wifi so I don't think I can update another chapter. Love everybody who read! Until next time~