Disclaimer: … Yeah, you know the drill. ROLL FILM!
A/N: I'd say this chapter is in the 10YL!time line. Enjoy!
Chapter 28: The Rain-Storm Cometh!
It was a mistake, Tsuna reflected, to have a monitor in the meeting room. Not only was it in near constant danger of destruction from his Guardians and their near unavoidable 'tantrums,' but it also had access to the main computer of the Vongola... which had access to the internet for obvious reasons. Oh it had been fine at first; after all, not everyone could make it to the meetings in person, so they video called using the monitor. It had worked just fine... aside from the danger of destruction mentioned earlier. It was during a rather tense meeting, which every Guardian was attending for once, that the second reason became a reason at all. Somehow, someone in the control room, someone with a death wish, splashed a youtube video across said monitor. Tsuna was just thankful that Yamamoto and Gokudera were too shocked at what the video was implying to move, otherwise those in the room would have come out more scared than they already were. The video was comprised of footage no-one was quite sure how had been captured. There were English words along the bottom sometimes, allowing them to know some of when some of the footage was taken, and it was all of Gokudera and Yamamoto. Set to the song 'Barbie Girl.' With Yamamoto and Gokudera. Playing in the middle of a meeting. Tsuna's head met the table with a resounding WHUMP while the Rain-Storm gaped at the screen. Then, when the monstrosity(that was actually rather well put together) stopped, they looked at one another, suddenly seeming to understand what was being implied by the roles. Gokudera scowled, his anger bright and fierce, while Yamamoto's eyes grew cold and dark. They spoke at the same time. "Never in a million years Baseball Freak/Octopus Head." Their boss moaned, a weak hand raising into the air.
"Mukuro... humiliate uploader... no Crush... Chrome... hold... Rain-Storm... paperwork!" he said, his voice a weak reedy sound trailing out of the thick mahogany of the table, the last word he spoke before fully fainting coming out as an even weaker gasp of pure terror. Those who knew the Vongola Decimo were a little amazed to see such a response, but then they looked at the murderous duo before them and sighed. It was understandable. If Chrome hadn't put them into their own Mist World where they were alone and could rant in silence the pair could well have torn the building apart. Not something any boss wanted. It created a mound of paperwork. Which explained Tsunayoshi's moan of terror. Paperwork was the bane of any boss' existence and the Vongola Decimo generation seemed to be far too destructive and individualistic for their own good. Honestly? None there would have blamed the young Decimo if he snapped and put the fear of death in them, possibly burning them in the process. Seriously, no blame. He was a saint in their eyes for putting up with it. Though... sending the two beyond pissed Guardians to the control room with orders to 'do what you want but destroy nothing and don't kill him' might have been a bit much for such visual defilement, which was actually funny if... but no. The Decimo was right. It was awful. Wasn't it? Several of the gathered Dons couldn't hold back snickers when looking at the Storm Guardian for months after the incident, even if said Guardian bombed them into the infirmary for it. Seeing the usually gruff Gokudera Hayato with a female voice-over singing 'Barbie Girl' was just too funny not to snicker about. The title? Isn't it obvious? 'Gokudera X Yamamoto Barbie Girl,' and it was never played again. The man who had set it to play on the Meeting Monitor ran whenever he saw Yamamoto or Gokudera from that day onward. Why? No-one has ever told. Nothing, except for this: they were grinning from ear to ear, Gokudera's arm was around Yamamoto's shoulder, Yamamoto's sword was suspiciously red, they fist-bumped before they went their own ways, and they both smelled of gunpowder and that Mukuro could never be as cruel. Oh, and Tsuna didn't have too much extra paperwork for the incident, though he was one step closer to banning youtube within the mansion.
A/N: One does not simply display embarrassing videos in meeting halls. There is a power there, that is never contained. It does not compromise, it does not rest, and it does not forgive easily. The Rain-Storm, it is called, and it is feared by all. Give it up for our two favorite Mafiosi! Aren't they brilliant? I couldn't even begin to imagine what they did with the poor guy, but I think I gave you enough to be getting one with... and little enough to keep my rating.
