The Cloud That Bites The Skies
Summary: A scary person with a fearsome reputation finds Tsuna and Co on a normal, sunny day, bringing news of an assassination plot on Don Cavallone. Insanity ensues.
It wasn't often that Dino could take a vacation, even less so for a whole week in another country, especially in Japan on the other half of the globe from home. Which is why he usually cherished every second of it and he tried to treasure every memory he made. (Un)fortunately, this time he somehow ended up going clubbing one night and was drinking enough that he began fearing he might be a bit more than tipsy and the other night was a blank to him due to something hitting his head and knocking him out during Tsuna's slumber party.
But he was sulking a bit, okay? So he was obviously allowed a drink or two! After all, he had explicitly come to Japan this time, not because he had to like the time with the preparations for the Battles for the Rings, but because he could and wanted to. Because he wanted to visit Kyoya, his (un)cute little student whom he'd become quite fond of and who he couldn't stop thinking about. Really, spending about ten days constantly in each other's presence, practically living together for seven of those during their 'on the road' training, learning so much of the cold, 'emotionless' prefect and then suddenly just cutting off the forming bond was driving him crazy.
Of course, unlike how Reborn might fear, it wasn't a Harmonization bond, but rather something a bit more personal and not at all mafia related.
Simply put, Dino enjoyed Hibari Kyoya's company and he was almost sure the feeling was reciprocated to an extent.
Now, if only he could keep the slight attraction he felt for the other out of that before it all became some messy business, he would be perfectly content, except about three weeks since last seeing the Disciplinary Committee Chairman, it dawned on the Cavallone boss that he might be in love with his student. It was sudden, while he had been working through a torturous pile of paperwork regarding that month's activities and finances, when it hit him that the grey, cloudy sky that day reminded him of Kyoya's beautiful eyes and he found himself thinking how he wished he could gaze into them at that moment.
There was a brief stage of denial, especially as that realization brought about some ... troublesome dreams that night, but Dino wasn't one to lie to himself and soon he found himself admitting that he definitely liked his student a bit more than he should a middle school boy.
However, he then found some time free after finishing almost all of his work for the month and he realized he longed to jump on a plane, go to Japan and just spend some time with the new Vongola Cloud Guardian. It didn't matter that the first greeting he would get from Kyoya would be an attempted tonfa to the face, successful or otherwise. He just wanted to speak with the other, maybe treat him to a hamburger steak, maybe spar on the rooftop of Nami-chuu until they both collapsed. Anything really.
And so he bought a ticket for the first flight to Japan and he rushed to Namimori to see his student.
Only to find that he could not get a single moment with the ever busy prefect, what with his lil bro obviously having missed him and Reborn insisting they do crazy things together, probably as a bonding exercise for the Guardians and for the two young bosses that will one day be official allies. He'd tried calling Kyoya, of course, to at least ensure a meeting on Monday at lunch, but Kyoya had not answered. That was nothing new, really, but it actually bothered him quite a lot this time.
So, yes, Dino sulked and in his sulking, he indulged in a few drinks more than he usually would.
It's what he would blame as the reason for him suddenly thinking he had seen none other than the hater of crowding Hibari Kyoya down on the dance floor and why he had rushed down there without so much as a word of warning to his companions or his men. Not that Tsuna or any of his Guardians would have noticed, anyway. The girls had managed to draw Tsuna - and a protesting Gokudera, who refused to leave his Juudaime's side in such a dangerous place - to the dance floor while Yamamoto had found his way to the pool table and seemed to be having fun with some yakuza and american gang members, even going as far as betting on their game. If Dino was just a touch more sober, he would have been worried for that boxer fellow, since some Frenchman had handed him some pretty strong alcohol and the middle schooler was looking quite flushed from it, but at least the Frenchman seemed to be looking more for a drinking buddy who was into sports than actually trying to harm some poor unsuspecting kid. Well, Dino sure as hell hoped so, or else Kyoya might just bite him to death for getting one of Namimori Middle's students hurt. Mama, at least, seemed to have found some lady friends at the bar whom she was happily speaking with and Poison Scorpion Bianchi seems to have found an old acquaintance of hers near the Sawada mother so she can keep an eye on the innocent woman in case someone tries something shady.
Dino had no idea where Reborn or Colonello might have gotten off to, but he wasn't worried about the Arcobaleno. Those two would know how to take care of themselves.
Besides, he had no time to worry about that! His slightly drunk mind was more focused on finding Kyoya in the crowd!
He was sure he had gotten a glimpse of his student and that it wasn't just his wistful thinking. He'd recognize Kyoya no matter what, no matter where. Kyoya wasn't exactly the type of person you can easily overlook. Everything about him screamed danger and predator - carnivore, as the prefect liked to say - and only someone who had no instinct whatsoever for self preservation or survival could ignore that teen's presence. He wasn't sure how Kyoya could have gotten inside the Midnight Mafioso, but the club was in Namimori, and Hibari Kyoya held Namimori on a tight leash better than the most experienced and territorial mafia bosses in the world. It wouldn't surprise him at all if the owner of the bar was smart enough to not try to deny the prefect entry. Doing so would only cost him a considerable amount of money after Kyoya was done with the club.
If he survived getting bitten to death at all, that is. And if the Chairman doesn't simply chase him out of town.
Pushing such useless thoughts aside, Dino entered the crowd busy raving on the dance floor, occasionally having to extract himself from clingy females and a few guys who tried to entice him to dance with them, some of them downright indecent in their attempts. But where Kyoya was concerned, Dino's mind registered very little else, besides his men and his comrades. He practically didn't even notice most of them unless they physically grabbed onto him. He pushed through the dancing and grinding bodies, trying to find even a glimpse of that black jacket with the red and gold armband or just a silver flash of deadly tonfa, but it was no use.
He realized it was around midnight when some random man was thrown his way, quite beaten up, which meant that the traditional brawl of a mafioso club was about to begin. That thought made him frown and remember that he wasn't alone here. He'd come with a bunch of kids and three civilians, none of whom had any idea of how mafia parties could turn out to be. Besides, he'd prefer it if they actually went to school tomorrow instead of ditching. It would definitely mean a less irate Kyoya, if nothing else, and it was actually a pretty good idea to pack everyone up and take them home now before things got ugly and bloody.
The second man that fell in front of his feet, nearly tripping him in the process, solidified his resolve.
It was harder getting off of the dance floor than making his way into the crowd there. Luckily, he ran into Tsuna and the others, Gokudera already having his dynamite sticks out as three more men were lying at their feet, Haru and Kyoko looking a bit disturbed. "Tsuna!" The blond whip user called out as he reached them, trying to be heard over the loud, thumping beat. "This way! Things are about to get chaotic in here! We need to get out of here!"
"What!? Dino-san!? What's going on!? Why is there a fight in the middle of the club!?" The short brunet yelled even as he and his friends made their way through the crowd with Dino, doing their best to avoid the men being thrown around willy nilly due to the ongoing brawl.
"I'll explain later, but for now we need to get everyone and leave! Sorry to say this, but the party's over!"
They definitely started rounding up everyone on time, because just as they managed to pry Sasagawa away from his clingy Frenchman friend and Bianchi brought Mama over, the brawl broke out into full swing. Glasses and bottles were being thrown about, weapons were out, a gun could be heard firing here or there and knives started flashing in the club lights. Dino and his men managed to get everyone out just as someone actually took out a mini bazooka and fired. Dino didn't bother with Reborn and Colonello. Those two would be okay and were bound to have joined in on the fun.
The Vongola and Cavallone weren't the only ones to run out for their lives, some people nearly trampling them with high heels and polished leather shoes. Some even started wrestling during the escape, nearly tripping everyone else up. Yamamoto had to keep Sasagawa from joining in on the fighting while Tsuna did his best to stop Gokudera from simply blowing everyone up. Getting into their limo without someone else jumping in with them was an adventure all of its own and Ivan, who was the driver for the night, had quite a challenge in front of him for a few streets since some idiot had jumped onto the hood and clung as if his life depended on it.
"I don't think I ever want to go to a place like that again," Tsuna said when they finally got rid of their unwanted passenger, sounding shaken.
"Ah, I wished we could have stayed for the fireworks," Mama lamented and Dino laughed a bit nervously when the other two civilians nodded in agreement.
"That kid sure has some interesting friends if he got us into such a fun party!" Their resident baseball player said with a laugh and Dino wondered if Vongola was safe in these people's hands, because they were, without a doubt, to the very last one, all completely insane.
"I hope Reborn-san and Colonello will be alright. That was quite the fight that broke out, right, Juudaime?"
"I'm sure they're fine," Dino reassured, knowing it would not be a good idea to try to return for the Arcobaleno.
Especially if they were having fun.
00000
And they were.
Colonello had chosen a group of cocky Albanians for himself after he had taken down a Turkish drug smuggling group and Reborn was having fun with shooting down a Colombian cartel and a Mexican human trafficking group and they were having quite a good time, but the one who was actually having the most fun was one 'Alaudi Kumo'.
The black haired time traveler had quickly found his prey in the crowd - a whole ten of them! Lucky~ - and had dealt with them in under five minutes. He even had quite a bit of time to extract some information from the weaklings before he ended their suffering, finding out that fifty men had made it through the time portal that he hadn't seen, making the final count of sixty men.
Which means about forty more herbivores to go before this mission is a success and Bucking Horse is no longer endangered. At least for the time being.
It had been fun fighting the assassins because they had Box Weapons, but he always preferred physical combat with no assisting factors, so when the brawl started a few minutes after he got the meeting location of one of the smaller teams and the time, he found quite a few people trying to rush him. The idiots were swiftly disciplined, but then more useless herbivores lined up to be bitten to death. He sometimes really didn't understand how idiotic people could be. Blame it on the drinks all you want, but these people were experienced mafioso and they had just witnessed him take down a considerable number of their ilk. They should know better than to run straight at him as though that tactic will suddenly work after proving fruitless the last dozen or so times.
Still, if they just kept coming, it meant he could keep on fighting and it's so rare these days for him to enjoy battles of pure strength and skill, with no rings, Flames or Box Weapons involved. He might have gotten a bit giddy and went overboard. His usual sparring partners/enemy opponents had no hope of keeping up with him if they didn't rely on Flames and the Boxes. He, on the other hand, enjoyed it immensely. Honestly, there were only a rare few who could provide him with a good fight in his own time without the use of the gadgets of their time. Reborn, Fon, Lal Mirch and Colonello of the Arcobaleno; perhaps the Vongola Sun and Rain Guardians, if they worked together. Some days, Lussuria and Squalo, too. Xanxus, obviously, and, of course, his dear idiotic Bucking Horse. (Maybe Byakuran, too, some days, but he avoided him on principle because the white haired man was incredibly annoying throughout the spar. The Vongola Mist Guardian was out of the question, too, if the Vongola wanted their Guardian back. They were both just too way violent and had no intention of being less so towards each other just because they were 'allies'. Not when only each other could provide a good challenge in a fight for the other, though Decimo could be fun if it's a Flame battle. Otherwise, he was just as herbivorous as the rest.) The rest all relied far too heavily on their new little toys instead of cultivating basic self defense at the very least. Or were middle to long range fighters that just annoyed him because they kept thinking if they just throw or shoot things at him, that will be enough to take him down. Idiots. And even after all these years, they were always surprised when he ended up in their face, steel glinting ominously, mercilessly.
Honestly, what was it with people forgetting he was a Cloud lately? An aloof, lone Cloud who protects the family from his own private point of view. Ever drifting, ever unbound, fighting the enemies from the outside. Alone. Which translates to him rarely, if ever, having someone to fall back on, which means he has to be versed in fighting all types of opponents on his own. Such was the fate of a Cloud, especially one such as himself who really hated crowding and his fellow Elements were all very loud and some of them could even be rather clingy. Or both. Just the thought of that almost made him shudder.
Sometimes, he honestly wondered why he had allowed himself to get so involved with such clearly insane people before remembering that he himself wasn't exactly the definition of sanity, either. Birds of a feather and all, it would seem. Not that he actually minded overly much, since they knew better than to crowd around him ... most of the time.
There was a reason the Baby took him into high end bars for a drink instead of indulging in Vongola Mansion's own private bar with it's marvelous selection of very expensive liquor. Mostly because when those herbivores got drunk, they tried to cling to the Cloud. And that usually ended in severe property damage and plenty of blunt trauma injuries, though sometimes - like if that Pineapplehead was around or if the Marshmallow-addict came for a visit - the Mansion and the Vongola Tenth Generation and their allies found themselves full of holes like Swiss cheese and then need intense Sun Flames healing.
The Baby never helped out because he was always cross with them for chasing off his drinking partner.
The Cloud rather liked his drinking companion. Reborn obviously had some refined tastes.
The time traveler nearly pouted when he realized that, between himself and the two Arcobaleno, there were almost no more opponents to fight. Perhaps he was truly expecting too much of this era. One must be strong to use a Box, after all. Boxes were expensive and required a lot of strength, mental and physical. Not all that many people actually reached the criteria required to use one. Especially after the shitshow the Gesso Famiglia made some years ago. Byakuran was one messed up marshmallow, but they still somehow ended up allies with both the Gesso Family and the Giglio Nero Family, though the latter was more due to Reborn than Sawada Tsunayoshi.
Honestly, the mafia world was full of herbivores that herd together with only a few carnivores and omnivores sprinkled in there for variety's sake.
He should have just stuck to his Namimori and the idiots who'd dare to disturb the discipline.
At least, that way, enemies wouldn't suddenly become allies left and right.
Curse Decimo and his strange brand of luck.
And curse that Baby, too.
And Bucking Horse, just because.
Just as he thought that the fight was finally over and he'd have to go continue his hunt out on the streets, the doors and any other newly created entrances - read holes in the walls and ceiling - were suddenly filled with another twenty to thirty men and women, all of them wearing some sort of generic clothing that might represent something like a uniform and they all had weapons - Box Weapons at that - in their hands, unerringly aimed at the Cloud, the two Arcobaleno and the two other random patrons still left standing.
"That's ... That's not possible!" One of the assassins from his own time cried out, shrinking back as he recognized the man that had tore through their base as if it were made of sheets of rice paper. "There's no way! How could you have followed us!?"
"Oi, Reborn! What's going on, kora?" He heard the blond Arcobaleno ask of the fedora wearing one, but he paid them no mind as he allowed his lips to form a lethally sensual smirk.
"Wao, it seems I get to bite more people to death tonight after all."
He gave chase when they tried to flee from him, tonfa in hands, lit with violet Cloud Flames.
He didn't need the Arcobaleno seeing the battles of the future.
Their time for Box Weapons will come on its own.