INTERMEZZO

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Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo, Katekyo Hitman Reborn belongs to Amano Akira, Fullmetal Alchemist belongs to Arakawa Hiromu, Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, and Danny Phantom belongs to Butch Hartman

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Genre(s): Friendship

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Warning(s): Typo is my most loyal fan, spelling mistakes because English is not my mother language, Possibly OOC. Not Beta.

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Summary: This takes place right after they apprehended the Purple Alien and saved the 'Marvel' world.

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Edward ripped the jacket off of his body the moment they've done gifting the massacring, self-proclaimed hero of justice alien to that world's appointed God—or Goddess—like the thing had somehow caught on fire without his notice. In Blondie's case though, that jacket felt like it really lit itself in flame because of how stiff, way more formal than it should've been, for his acquired taste. Hm? Too dramatic? Blowing thing off of its hinges? Not really. Even in the military, Edward never wears his appointed suit, no matter how they meticulously spent their funding to custom-make that blue flappy coat; he's t youngest member ever recorded, after all, there's no fitting clothing for him to wear. He may be tied in place, be the dog of the military who responded to the order of 'Jump' with 'How high?' instead of 'Why?'. But that doesn't mean those old cots who view the breaking of tradition as sacrilege can cage his freedom of style.

Even if people said his style was tacky as all hell, at least he's 'different'.

Anyway, they're back to their base now, so he can shed this uniform within a flash. That's all that matter.

Their base itself is very simple. Don't need anything fancy when the agents spent most of their time traveling through worlds, saving anything based on their scope of missions. It was a one-story building. Exists in between the universes that is a blank, white realm. Their office was coated in an equally pristine white paint, white roof, and a white door placed in the middle, while two windows were present on each side of the wood. The right side of the house is filled with bunked beds; it's for the agents to sleep or heal themselves up before they go back to their world (their precious people tended to be over-worried when they got injured. Especially so, as they can't enact an act of vengeance when the enemies resided in a different universe). And the left side of the house is where the paperwork was dumped; whether old or new.

There, behind a white office table and sitting on a white high chair, was a man clad in a green vest. With a spiky white hair that was as sharp as wild grass.

("Silver!" he then rebutted, complete with an exasperated sigh and a shake of a head. Clearly, it was an argument long-standing, and he was tired to correct them all the time)

"Oh. Hello, Kakashi-san," Tsuna greeted him first. His shoulders squared in unconscious attention—acknowledging another authority with that simple gesture—and a soft smile bloomed on that unblemished face, "Fancy seeing you here. Trying to run away before Tsunade-hime can foist the Hokage's hat on you once again?"

Kakashi's lip tugged upward, the shape of his mouth was seen very clearly even behind that blue mask of his, "I still can't get over the fact at how accurate your intuition sometimes, Tsuna-kun."

"Tell me about it," Ichigo huffed, plopping his bum on the sofa in the corner (again, it's also white. Honestly, you get the point by now. Truth is being way too banal with His preferences), "I'd swear, one of this day, he's going to guess what my atm password is and take all my money away."

"Why would I do that?" Tsuna's head tilted, "I have enough money to last me a lifetime. Your meager fifty thousand yen is of no use to the Vongola~"

"For the love of—YOU DID GUESS MY ATM PASSWORD, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

While the two of them bickered, another person entered from the door. A boy shorter than Edward. Wearing a simple t-shirt and blue jeans, an unkempt black hair that almost resembled a bird nest fell on his forehead, "What's up with them?" He asked as he neared the only desk in the room. He put another batch of files on the already stacking piles, leaning half of his weight on his right elbow while that blue eyes of his glanced toward Edward's golden ones.

"Just Tsuna being freaky as usual."

The boy blinked once. And comprehension immediately dawned on him, "Oh, that. Eeh, big deal."

"That's because you have Clockwork as your guardian, Danny."

He guffawed.

"So," Tsuna chimed in once again, treating Ichigo's hiss of discontent that coming from behind like it was a mere white noise, "Any reason why you two are in the office now? It's not every day we can talk for more than ten minutes"

That's true.

Hatake Kakashi and Danny Fenton. Another one chosen by the Gods. Unlike the three of them, however, these agents were not known to be here until absolutely necessary. The two of them are, what you could say, a leader in training (ignoring the fact that Danny is even younger than Edward himself. First Tsuna, and now Danny. Teenage ruler seems to be a norm in a different world). Unless they got a mission that was suited for their prowess to solve happened to appear, they mostly stay in their own home till their training is complete.

Or their subordinates to stop running around like headless chickens. Whichever came first.

"I'm just bored," Danny blew a raspberry. Showing once again how young the boy was.

"And you know my reason already," Kakashi eye-smiled. He then picked up a particular file from amongst the other paperwork, "By the way, Edward. I've found a new job for you."

"Huh?" Edward blinked, receiving the document with confusion coloring his gaze, "Why would you think this is for me?"

"One of the requirements for that mission is to be able to read and speak Latin."

"Oh yeah that's for you alright," Ichigo nodded.

"Definitely not for a straight C student like me," Danny mussed.

"Or someone with 'Dame' as their nickname," Tsuna solemnly agreed.

"The hell are you smoking about?! You're a Mafia boss who knows seven different languages, and counting! And you, the King of anything undead who's adept at Ghost Speak. That skill is pretty much a google translate! Stop blatantly lying!"

The said mafia boss and the King of anything Undead coyly smirked. Ichigo snorted.

Edward angrily cursed the two jokers as he opened the file, skimming through the information inside; who's the contractee, what is their request, what kind of world they reside in—whether it was filled with supernatural power or just advanced science—, what exactly is the situation in that place, who or what do they need to help and save—a possibility of helping in exterminating a humongous monster, along with—

He stopped short.

Kakashi chuckled, "I knew that mission is going to grab your attention. You can thank me later~"

Tsuna stepped forward, peeking through the document from behind Edward's shoulder. He let out a hum, "Well. At least you won't be punished once again if you accept this quest via the proper way. Uniform too stuffy for you, right?"

"Shut up."

But…teasing aside, Edward's attention flitted back toward the file clasped between his gloved fingers, mind whirring.

He may be a genius. The top scorer in a sense of written knowledge. Yet learning a new language need dedication. Especially one that is basically dead. This dimension that exists in between is convenient, allowing the agents to understand each other even when they speak their own mother language. But this function won't work when they're out of the office and venture to the worlds beyond. Agents Chosen by the Gods are required to master different languages. English is a necessity, and the contractor must at least know the basics of other languages so they may be able to hold a conversation with the contractee. He could easily fork this problem over to Tsuna. Or Danny, now that he's here. But Edward didn't want to.

"An exorcist, huh?"

Look like I'm going to be busy this week.

(A/N): Edward had visited a lot of modern worlds before, so he knew what google translate is lol