Target 55: Fuuta
Before leaving the Yamamoto residence, Fuuta would always make sure to first ascertain his safety. Normally, after school, Yamamoto could tell him if Squalo was out of the house or not by asking Tsuna; a favor Fuuta had asked a few times now before departing on his own. According to Tsuna, leaving on school hours was impossible due to Squalo's apparent track record of taking walks outside, to the point Fuuta would wonder if he was not just killing time, but actually patrolling the area. Furthermore, on some days, Squalo would not even return when Tsuna was there, and he would never tell him his business outside. Thankfully, that was only in rare instances, and were he to be training with Tsuna, Yamamoto and Ryohei would be inclined to accompany him, and, just like that, Fuuta would know Squalo would never run into Fuuta, much less his Ranking Book. As such, Fuuta enjoyed a considerable degree of freedom to roam without the threat of Squalo, and saw no danger because he had a hunch Squalo would typically rid Tsuna of any mafia-related presence.
After relaying that was exactly Squalo's current circumstances to Fuuta, consisting of Tsuna actually being cooped up in the house studying for make-up tests, Yamamoto had made a curious offer: "By the way, can I come with?" Fuuta would always escape further dialogue by rushing outside, as he knew he was being worried over for being a child, but it also stood that ranking was Fuuta's own pastime: showing it to others when it was already written, and collecting new rankings to write into the book were two wildly different things to him. He hadn't run away as fast that time, if only because he didn't want to fully ignore Yamamoto, but he admittedly did not like having to make up something to skirt around the topic he knew would have come at some point. "I'm also pretty curious about your ranking thing, and dad's been hoping I go with you for once. You don't wanna?"
"You don't have to worry about me," Fuuta placated with a faint smile, "I'm used to going out alone and getting away from trouble!"
"You're gonna be back by night time, right?"
"I think so," Fuuta said, "This is my safe spot, so I'll be back for sure, at least!" For now, he thought, because, truth be told, Fuuta had been recently considering leaving Japan, and wasn't yet sure when to break it to Yamamoto and his father. He'd rushed out of the house so Yamamoto wouldn't have the time to think he was dodging the topic of when he would come back, as there had been times he was only back two or three days later. He would then tell Tsuyoshi he met up with his parents, who felt still he could not return as an excuse to keep living there when he had, in fact, been out of Namimori to rank all the things he had never seen or experienced in Japan before. However, he was starting to bore himself of the same scenery, the same home. He had fun, and the Yamamoto family was comprised of great people, so he had been inwardly promising himself for a while that he would visit them eventually after he left, pondering as well on how to thank them for giving him the opportunity to stay in a completely different, more down-to-earth environment than usual. The precise time he would go do these things was yet undecided, however, as it was entirely dependent on the right mood to leave and the conditions to put that whim into practice.
While thinking of which location to rank next, glancing around at the more than familiar afternoon sight of Namimori, Fuuta gasped, because a mysterious hand was covering his mouth suddenly. The presence had likely come from behind him, without making any sound as though specifically bearing that skill, which further had Fuuta understand he was not dealing with merely a criminal, but likely a hitman. He attempted to scream, but his body was pulled towards a darkened blind alley, and it was then Fuuta also ceased the familiar struggle, knowing it to be fruitless. He had let his guard down, assuming Squalo would paradoxically stop whatever enemy present in Namimori, and Fuuta, as only expected of an informant, had no combat prowess to speak of that would match the strength of this time's captor.
However, Fuuta truly feared nothing despite the situation. Rather, he did not fear that to be his end, despite the fearful prospect of what could happen while he was in the enemy's hands. What was the point? Surely, someone from the mafia would take him back from these eerily-clawed hands, and, in the process, mark his final departure from the two months spent in the Yamamoto residence. If anything, the kidnapping had made it much easier for him to get that over with, in such a way he wouldn't have to take responsibility. Rather, in the end, it had become harder to visit again afterwards, or so Fuuta had noted in his cynical daze, unbeknownst to why exactly he had been taken away, and that he was not at all leaving Japan...
Author's Notes:
Since the last target, this story got 1 favorite and 1 follower; thank you very much! Oof, is this plot I see in Katekyo Swordsman Squalo? One thing I'll clarify though it's been specified already is that cellphones exist, if Hibari canonically has one so do most people (also unless Tsuna knows everyone's house numbers how did he call up everybody to hang out on the Varia arc?)! Can't grab cellphone when you've been grabbed though, but it's convenient for Yamamoto to know when Tsuna's training and it's literally through this that Ryohei calls up Mochida. Phones aside, Fuuta's perspective was fun to write for a change, and despite what he goes through here, I somehow feel bad more for Yamamoto instead, hahaha.