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Quick Note: It's been a complicated day. Just found out that someone isn't with the office anymore, and no one told me. I'm supposed to be one of the first people to know, after the HR & Security Team. Be nice if they'd remembered this fact. But onto better things, I re-watched
foxchick1: Thanks! It just felt like Mycroft wouldn't just rest on his laurels after intercepting a message from the incompetent M.O.M.
D C JoKeR H S: Yes, it is the BBC television series that came out this decade. Though, I do have a fondness for the "Sherlock Holmes" Basil Rathbone played, it just kind of fit. I don't like the American "Elementary" show, as it's not my cup of tea; and yes, I do drink tea without sugar. But back on topic, we'll just have to see what Mycroft has up his sleeves, and how Sherlock plans to attempt to deal with Xanxus.
moon kitty 87: I will take that as a very high compliment! I had hinted earlier that they may make an appearance, but when I started writing about Fudge, I just couldn't help myself. I do believe that it will be very amusing to see... Well, that would be telling, wouldn't it? ;)
thunder18: Here it is! Sorry it wasn't sooner, had a few issues to iron out.
Intrigue & Assassins
Xanxus glared at John and Sherlock in annoyance, "You're interrupting our date. Go away."
"Oh, I'm sorry, was that your cover?" Sherlock continued to blather, noting that Xanxus only twitched once, "So, you actually are on a date?! My apologies, but how on earth did you land such a woman as this witch?"
"Sherlock," John warned his friend.
"I don't know this was a blind date, set up by my friend, why don't you ask him?" Xanxus rolled his eyes at the man's inquisitiveness.
"Oh, which one?" Sherlock asked curiously, "No, let me see... The red-headed woman doesn't appear to be all that close to you, and there's a silver strand of hair on your jacket. I'd say that you are the head of your little assassin crew and the silver male is your second who set you up on this date due to him saving the witch's life..."
"Wrong. I saved him," Rosemerta snorted out with a laugh. "Now, get along, will ya? This be the most fun I've had in years! He can actually hold his liquor!"
"It appears as though he drinks daily, madam witch. Now, I would have to say that you are the owner of a pub and..."
"Sherlock, I think that's enough," John sighed tiredly. "Apologies, he tends to get like this when he latches onto something that interests him."
"And you don't? John, I'll remind you that your former wife was an assassin and..."
"And she's dead. Enough, Sherlock," John bit out angrily. "We're heading home."
"You can go ahead, I'm not..." Sherlock began.
"Sherlock Holmes! If you don't come with me right now, I will invoke the wrath of my one year old daughter on you!"
"Ah, suppose I'll be off then. If you feel like a chat, hit me up at 221B Bakers Street," Sherlock handed a surprised Nodoka his card and he hurried after a very angry John Watson.
"Should we follow them?" Nodoka frowned as she glanced from Xanxus to Squalo.
"Yeah, he knew I was a witch. That ain't normal, ducky. What do ya say, luv?" Rosie asked Xanxus, who made a note that if Rosie was antsy, that her English accent was more pronounced.
"We follow them, at a distance. Then we'll report in to Nana and the others," Xanxus nodded to Squalo, who was already helping Nodoka out of her chair.
"Time for an evening stroll, then," Nodoka chuckled, gently tapping her fingers on her sword, discretely.
Nana sighed as she read the text from Xanxus, "Mr. Holmes, do you perchance have a brother or relative named Sherlock? With a friend called John?"
"Brother. Why?" Mycroft frowned in confusion.
"Apparently, my brother just encountered yours and it appears that they are following him back to 221B Bakers Street," Nana replied. "Would you like to inform them of what's going on, or should I inform my brother to leave well enough alone?"
"Sherlock," Mycroft growled in annoyance. "Call your brother, I'll give him some information on my brother. It may un-nerve that brat enough for him to realize that he shouldn't be playing with fire."
"Your brother or mine?" Nana smiled in amusement.
"Both? Either? I'm correct in assuming that your so-called brother is Xanxus Vongola of the Varia?"
"Dead on," Nana smirked. "I'll call him. Hey Xan, I've got obnoxious' brother here. He wants to give you the down-low on Sherlock. Oh, and Xan, don't kill him, his brother is the British Secret Government and kind of like the Vindice..." After a bit of silence from Nana, and a few unintelligible words from Xanxus on the other end of the line, Nana turned the phone over to Mycroft, "He promises to behave, mostly. He's not completely housebroken, after all."
"Understandable. My brother is an arrogant but loveable mess," Mycroft scoffed. "Also, I'm his arch enemy. You can drop in that fact..."
"Actually, from what I heard, that was Moriarty," Nana revealed to the elder Holmes brother.
"We don't speak that name around Sherlock," Mycroft nearly hissed as he clutched at his cane.
"You get that, Xan?" Nana spoke a little louder.
"Got it, sis. Now, what the fudge does the man want with us?" Xan revealed that Nana had put her phone on speaker phone.
"He's probably just curious as to what brings two assassins, a witch, and a swords-woman together," Nana shrugged.
"Most likely, yes. However, he may have already deduced that you were missing in England for a while and is determined to find out more about you. Sherlock always did like to make my life more complicated," Mycroft sighed in exasperation.
"Go to the address and be polite. Bring them back here if you can, but on their own choice," Nana advised. "If he's as clever as his older brother, he might be helpful in messing with the wizarding-fools."
"Will do, sis. See you soon," Xanxus smirked. "Tell Daniela that I'll see her soon."
"I hear you, grandson," Daniela chuckled.
"So, we're going to that address and what?" Nodoka asked Xanxus.
"Nana said to invite them for plotting," Xanxus shrugged. "Said the older brother was interesting and clever. Wants to see if the younger brother would be willing to help."
"Can't hurt?" Rosie shrugged as they marched off to 221B.
"So, what's the plan for getting Pettigrew?" Bill asked again.
"I've called Amelia Bones, and she's on her way. The plan is that Tonks goes in with Bill as his date," Andromeda Tonks began.
"Then there's a commotion outside, which Mousse and Shampoo cause. It draws the family outside to watch an exhibition between the two, then Ranma and Ryoga, and Akane and Ukyo, if it comes to it," Cologne continued.
"And if need be, the rest of us can add to the circus," Nana added helpfully.
"I want to be there," Sirius added.
"There's no way. Moody would see you," Tonks the younger rolled her eyes.
"What about my invisibility cloak?" Harry asked.
"Would that work, Andromeda?" Nana asked curiously.
"It should. However, you still haven't accounted on how to hide Harry," Andromeda pointed out.
"We'll be fine. Harry stays with me, and Sirius stays close-by," Nana added coolly. "Mai? Fon?"
"I can be the judge, and Fon can fight Kyoya," Mai smirked as she watched her son smirk and her brother roll his eyes.
"Reborn, do you have any bullets that might..."
"You knew I was here," Reborn snorted in annoyance.
"You do tend to troll a bit," Nana teased the hitman. "But do you have any bullets that could possibly put the rat to sleep if need be?"
"I do. Rain ones," Reborn replied.
"Then I guess we'll just be waiting for your brother, Mr. Holmes. How long do you think that will take?" Tsuna asked curiously.
"Not long at all," Mycroft nodded towards the elevator as it opened to reveal the two assassins, Nodoka, Rosie, and Dr. John Watson and Sherlock.
"Imagine meeting you here, brother. Did you get tricked into showing yourself?" Sherlock needled his brother.
"Don't make me call mummy. You know how she hates it when we fight," Mycroft scowled.
"Quick question," Chrome popped up next to Sherlock. "When he says *Mummy* does he mean your birth mother or the Queen?"
That question had everyone stopped in motion, except the brothers, who replied, "Both."