Seven

Tsuna jumps up and down, one hand on Takeshi's shoulder, the other on Hayato's for balance, trying to peek over the crowd of people and actually see what's happening on the stage.

Takeshi laughs at him. "Can't see, Tsuna?"

"Yeah, well, as a short man I am not very tall," Tsuna grumbles. "Can't see a thing over all these European giants."

Hayato steadies him worriedly after his fourth jump goes a bit awry and he almost trips.

"I'll go get us seats in the front row, Tenth."

"That's not necessary, Haya-chan," Takeshi says before the forever loyal right hand can run off. He crouches down and Tsuna doesn't even have the time to fully comprehend what is happening, and then he's suddenly lifted high above the crowd on Takeshi's shoulders.

Tsuna squeaks indignantly, holding onto Takeshi's head as that's his only support so high up.

"Takeshi!" he hisses. "Put me down right now. You're inconveniencing the people behind us!"

Takeshi glances behind him and then shrugs. Tsuna has to sink his fingers further into his hair to not fall off. "There's just the wall behind us, Tsuna. I'm pretty sure it doesn't mind."

A group of girls not too far from them are giggling into their hands, trying hard not to openly stare at what's going on.

"Still! People are watching! Hayato, do something!"

Hayato only looks mildly annoyed with the situation. "Huh. Tenth's above all other people as he should be. Good. Drop him and you're dead, though."

"Hey, have some faith in me, Haya-chan. I'd never drop Tsuna."

With a defeated sigh, Tsuna gently tugs on Takeshi's hair. It's useless. This battle can't be won. His Guardians are way too stubborn to listen.

But at least he can see the stage now.

Eight

The window shatters into millions of tiny shimmering pieces and a dark figure flies across the room, crashing into the opposite wall so hard, that the wall cracks and small debris falls from the ceiling.

In union, everyone in the room has their weapons out and aimed at the figure the moment the window explodes. They freeze once the situation registers.

Vongola Decimo is slumped against the wall with his feet up and head on the ground, neck craning at an angle that makes some of the older people in the room wince in sympathy.

Decimo himself looks a bit bewildered as he slowly spits out a shard of glass, not moving to get up. He slowly looks over the people, then the guns aimed straight at him.

"Um. Hi, everyone," he drawls eventually with a small crooked smile and an awkward upside-down wave. "I apologise for being late and for my, uh, unconventional entry. I'm afraid I accidentally irritated my Cloud Guardian a little bit."

At that moment the door slams open, making all the guns turn towards that instead.

Hibari Kyouya steps in with all his furious glory, his black coat billowing behind him dramatically. He ignores all the weapons, spares a glance at Decimo and sniffs disdainfully.

"Herbivore."

Decimo's grin turns into a grimace. "Yeaaah, sorry, Kyouya. You didn't need to throw me that hard, you know. I got your point just fine already."

"You were late. I hate tardiness."

"Indeed you do," Decimo admits. He lets his feet fall to the side, getting up slowly. He shakes out loose glass from his fluffy hair with one hand, the other rubbing gingerly the back of his neck.

"Ouch. Yep, this'll definitely bruise," he mutters under his breath.

Then he straightens up and flashes a brilliant smile at everyone in the room as glass falls to the floor around him. Hibari crosses his arms behind him.

"Now then, if you all would be so kind and put away the weapons you were not supposed to bring, then we can get this meeting started."

The guns disappear even faster than they appeared.

Tsuna says 'don't bring weapons' but he brings Hibari Kyouya

A/N: Don't mind me as I desperately scramble to find any kind of motivation to work on my multichaps

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