One day.
Just one stupid ordinary day.
Is that so much to ask?
He mentally groaned as he took in the scene of numerous men in black crowding TakeSushi.
He scouted the area and saw Yamamoto wearing a grin as he took the men's orders, he noted the hidden vigilance behind the carefree façade.
He didn't need his intuition to tell him they are from the mafia.
He wasn't that stupid.
What should we do? There're civilians here. His gaze wandered, spying a few customers edging further into their corners in obvious anxiety and fear.
He tensed.
"Never the inconspicuous type, aren't you Angelo." The right hand commented, his voice held an air of familiarity making Tsuna calm down a bit.
He didn't miss Yamamoto's narrowed gaze.
"Gokudera? We have got stop meeting like this." The big blond man replied as his men gathered around him.
There were 10 of them, he glanced at Gokudera but it seemed their numbers didn't even bother the bomber.
Normally, he'd tense at these things. He observed, he returned his gaze back towards to the guy called Angelo.
He doesn't seem to be too bad of a guy. He allowed his intuition to dictate and conclude.
He may be okay, but his men doesn't seem to be. He frowned as the men watched the two's exchange, their eyes judging and cold. They didn't seem to notice him but he felt a heavy aura coming from them that even the lightness of the place can't hide.
They will kill without hesitation and it made Tsuna's nervousness return in full force.
What's Gokudera doing with these men? He wondered, only to be hit by a rather obvious answer.
They're from the mafia of course there's a change they're going to know each other.
"Are you here for something?" Gokudera asked, he didn't fail to note the tint of suspicion in the tone.
Okay, maybe the guy isn't as nice as he looks.
"Sushi." The man answered plainly.
Sushi? He blinked at the answer.
Of course. He sighed, reminding himself not every man in a suit wants to kill him.
Then again, the Varia tried to kill him and they didn't wear any suits. He made another mental note to watch out for guys wearing long leather jackets as well.
May it be black or white.
The memory Byakuran brought out a bitter taste in his mouth, he was after all the first man he killed.
"Sushi." The bomber mimicked disbelievingly as he raised a silver brow of question. The gruff voice managed to take him out of those musings as he shifted his attention back to the two.
"Yeah, what, you expect us to make trouble on Vongola territory?" the guy joked wearing a seemingly harmless grin.
"Of course not." He felt Gokudera relax, but heard the tone of sarcasm as well.
When did he tense up? He pondered, the bomber seemed to be at ease a while ago.
"I know we've caused a bit of a ruckus the last time but – " Angelo reasoned, a nervous tone now as if something the right hand said blared a sign of impending trouble.
Last time? When's that? He registered in alarm as he turned to Yamamoto for an answer, the swordsman shrugged signaling he didn't know as well.
"Relax. Point taken." Gokudera grinned as he saw the man expel a breath of what seemed to be relief.
"You know them?" Tsuna asked Gokudera, there was something about these men that seemed a bit off.
Not the bad kind of off but still off.
It was a confusing feeling.
"Yeah, they're the Argento Familigia, Tenth." He informed with a nod, he was about to say something else when a comment from Angelo's men cut him off.
"Tenth? Wait, don't tell me this kid is…" he held a cocky tone of disbelief and insult, the guy was thin, around in his mid twenties.
He was quite ordinary looking, black hair, brown eyes, his suit made him blend in with the group taking away any instances of individuality he might possess.
"The Vongola Tenth. You have something to say about that." The right hand bristled in offense, his light jade eyes hardening as he glared at the lanky raven haired fellow.
"N-Nothing. Like you said Gokudera, relax." He paled, brown eyes widening in panic.
Yes, this guy seemed to know Gokudera quite well and from the look of things he knew the bomber's bad side more.
"Come on, Gokudera. Rico means no harm." Inserted Angelo who's obviously the one in charge of them all.
Gokudera relaxed once more, but the frown of displeasure didn't leave him.
"Really now, if I'd known better, you're asking for another spar." Angelo Muttered, unfortunately it was loud enough for the rest to hear.
Spar? They – he trailed off as he looked to Gokudera for an explanation.
He bomber didn't notice the look, he was focused on the group of men in front of him, a foreign alertness as his sharp eyes narrow as if assessing the situation well enough before making a move.
"Hm… that's not a bad idea." He smirked, his eyes bright with interest, Tsuna couldn't help but find the glint similar to what he'd seen in Hibari.
"Haha! I'm pleased to know you've developed as sense of humor. But no, I think I'll spare the Family another hospital bill." Angelo grinned like it was some private joke only the two of them understood.
"You mean yours right?" he noted a bit of arrogance in the tone, it was quite obvious who won.
"You won't be so lucky next time." The stranger glowered.
"I didn't think it was luck, Angelo."
"Don't be too smug, kid. I still have few tricks up my sleeve." He warned, violet eyes darkening in threat.
"Next time then." Gokudera answered in his smug tone while crossing his arms.
For a brief second Tsuna felt a heavy tension between Angelo and Gokudera.
"Yes. Next time." The grin was back again and the atmosphere lightened instantaneously making Tsuna wonder if the tension between them really existed.
"Here's your order sir." Yamamoto interjected handing out their orders for take out.
It was a signal to leave.
"Anyway, we were just leaving. Sorry to disturb your afternoon Vongola Tenth." Angelo said as he and his men bowed before exiting the place.
"It's fine, really." Tsuna said in assurance, receiving a mused look from the man.
The look made him a bit uncomfortable, it was like being put under a microscope.
"Gokudera, I know this is one of those Family matters but…" the man straightened, returning his attention back to the bomber who seemed to have guess whatever question he was going to sprout.
"Like you said it's Family matters." The hard glint returned, holding a ferocity he didn't know the right hand possessed.
It was a clear 'keep out' warning.
So something is going on in Italy. He concluded, making a mental note to ask Reborn about it later.
If something really is going on Reborn would surely know.
"I see. We'll take our leave. It was a pleasure of meeting you Vongola Tenth." Angelo bowed once more and left with his group making Tsuna wonder what relationship does he have with Gokudera.
"Dame Tsuna, I already told you nothing big is going on in Italy. What's wrong this time?"
The harsh reprimand got his attention, breaking him away from his thoughts.
Somehow he just couldn't let go of the relationship Gokudera might have with the Argento Familigia.
Why? He questioned, the funny feeling didn't leave him, despite Gokudera's very brief explanations that he had a little run in with when the group was expanding here in Namimori. It was Tsuna panic in thought but Gokudera assured him that they're allies and already got permission from the Ninth.
"Relax Tenth, they didn't break any rules."
Tsuna for the life of him, have absolutely no solid idea what kind of rules those men follow.
"Nothing. It's just that those men…" he answered trailing off while his brows furrowed.
"Are allies. Why, you think they're up to something?" Reborn asked gaining a dark suspicious aura.
"No. It's just that, Gokudera-kun seems to be really familiar with them." He replied, he doesn't sense anything bad, just a bit strange feeling that he can't really explain.
There was no danger.
But something in him just really wants to know.
"He has to be –" the tutor began only to be cut off.
" I know. I know. He has to be good with alliances." he continued for him only to receive a sharp kick to the head.
"OW!"
"Dame Tsuna, never cut me off when I'm talking." Said the hit man as he watched the student try to relieve the pain by rubbing his head.
Damn, this is so going to be a bump in the morning. He frowned wincing at the pain.
"As I was saying… he has to be since it was his old Familigia."
"WHAT?"
…to be continued…
A/N: Another short chapter… mid terms got me drained…sorry… that or I'd spent it on my recent crack fic XD … anyways… thank you for the patience and comments are very much appreciated. ^^, Um... forgive the mistakes...
