Chapter 5. Awakenings
Hisashi Nanako was a twenty four years old nurse in the central hospital of Nanimori; coming from a medium class family, with no record of law infringement and an average school history. She was in all forms and manners an average, normal, young woman in the best age. And also, indebted to the yakuza for more than she could gain in twenty years.
Foolishly, she had thought that being a nurse would give her a way to find a rich doctor to marry or at least to live off, or even a rich patient. But she found herself with the harsh reality that doctors were not as rich as in tv, and that many were little interested in long term relationships with coworkers. As for the patients, she realized that that kind of love usually only happened in soaps and movies.
Then, there was the hospital administrator. A man in his mid-forties, married and with as many debts as she. They had met in a new year party and under the influence of alcohol they had shared sob stories and money worries. It was him whom three months latter approached the woman with a solution.
The Non-Hibari kid.
The child had a trust fund managed by the hospital, a trust fund that had become fatter and fatter, in one side, by the mysterious benefactor, and second by the small donations made from the staff
After more than two years it had become a very nice sum, enough, he told her, for relieve a good part of both their debts, but not so much to raise a scandal. And the administrator had schemed an even better deal, he had 'invested' in a life insurance for the kid, forging the contract to be made five years previous, and leaving as sole beneficiary the child's guardian, in this case, the hospital, it was made for a mild sum; so that it would be easy to be sweep under the rug.
At first she had been hesitant, but then she remembered the leers of the yakuza who threatened her, and the very real promise of making her pay in any form she could. And the child had been in a coma for so long, it would be very doubtful for him to wake up. It would be like putting a suffering animal out of its misery.
They had a plan, the child would 'suddenly wake up' and in his disorientation would accidentally slip out the bed, hitting his head fatally. It had happened before after all: A coma patient would suddenly wake up, and panic, especially if connected to various lines and machines, the combination of panic and sometimes fear making them try to escape. After all, children were fragile, and the distance from the highest setting of the automatic bed to the hard floor would be just enough to cause enough damage.
The bed would be set to the highest position and left beside the window, with it wide open 'for the child to get sun and fresh air' Then Konnue-san, the administrator, would do the deed, after they confirmed the death, the distressed nurse would scream and alert the staff of the accident.
They would have to wait a long time to get the cash, but without a dead body they would be unable to get the insurance money. It all came to patience and luck.
It would be alright. Nothing could go wrong, really.
The darkness seemed less cold lately, the hard thing in his chest was gone and he felt less sleepy lately. The purple flame was starting to come to visit more, and now, he could hear complete sentences. It was a man, or a teenager. He had a slow smooth voice, and sometimes he sounded very scary, like some of the members of the Vongola who were especially violent. But other times he spoke with a soft, calming voice that made him feel secure and warm.
Tsuna realized that a lot of time had passed ever since he came to be inside the dark place. And at the same time, he could not grasp the concept of time and place. Lately, however he felt the need to leave the cold place, he was needed somewhere else. Then he heard a whisper, in a voice he had forgotten.
"It's time…."
Tsuna started when suddenly, behind him, appeared the familiar eight shapes holding a candle each, he suddenly noted that there was something in his shoulders and on his head, his hands were bound together by a strange white band, no, it was hundreds of small threads joining together in his wrists; they were small and delicate almost like spider webs threads, he looked closely and noticed that they weren't threads at all they were small rays of white light and they pulsed as if alive. In his hand he held an unlit, whole candle, the tried to raise the candle to take a better look at it and then he caught a glimpse of the pelt in his back, where it was once completely white and pristine it was now half soaked in a metallic scented liquid, a dark red liquid. It looked scorched in some places but it was still whole. But now it seemed heavier than before.
"It's time Tsunayoshi, raise your candle to wait for the decision." He didn't understand, but he recognized the voice talking to him, it was a woman that he loved and trusted. His Aunt.
"Decimo we must ask another question of you, as you're now he official holder of the Sky ring we must demand the acceptance of the new Capro Espiatorio, the bond is getting thinner and we must finish the process." Said the voice of a woman in a monotone voice. And Tsuna frowned at it. Who was this?
"No" Came a slow whisper and Tsuna felt his own flame dance in joy and surprised delight when a very familiar flame appeared before him, but at the same time he grew concerned at the state of the flame; it looked smaller and angry, and not as clear as he remembered.
"NO! There won't be any more! I have been trying to destroy that accursed tradition! I WON'T MAKE MORE SACRIFICES!"
He flinched back when the flame suddenly grew and the candle in his hands crumbled into ash, almost half of the threads in his wrists snapped apart under the heath of the flame, the woman behind him hugged and protected him from most of the flame, but he could still feel the angry flames lashing at them, trying to erase his very existence.
"So be it." Said the monotone voice, and the flame that rejected him disappeared. "The Decimo had severed the bond with the shield." The Decimo? Tenth? He knew that title… in the back of his mind he knew the flame and the name. A burning feeling in his wrist made him look down, the band was thinner now.
"Don't despair … there is still a chance." Whispered the woman holding him, she repaired a few of the severed rays in his wrist and clasped his hands "Wake up Tsuna"
Hibari was having a terrible day: first, the science club had dared to demand more money, after destroying half of their instruments by their own negligence, and the student council tried to make him lower his own budget to meet the inane request. Then, a new sensei had presumed to make him attend regular classes in the midst of a crowd. He had a short, succinct and illustrative talk with the presumptuous herbivore.
In the lunch period, the kendo and judo club members had formed a junction to try and overthrow his disciplinary committee, it was almost amusing, until they incapacitated several of his underlings, and that meant more work for Hibari… he was not amused.
While it had been absolutely enjoyable to beat the useless herbivores into a bloody mess, a cowardly herbivore had hurt him with a throwing knife in the back, it had been a lucky and inexperienced throw, but it had enraged him beyond words.
Now he had to return to the hospital to be assisted by the healer, while the cut was no too deep, it surely would need stitches, he couldn't reach his back and he didn't trust anyone with the task, not even Kusakabe.
He went into the hospital into a foul mood and up the stairs to avoid the crowds making use of the remaining visiting hours. He reached for the handle to his room and opened the door, he then saw something that made his lust for violence to escalate. A bald, overweight man had the little harmless animal by the neck and was in the process of smashing its fragile skull against the floor, beside him was a staring nurse whom, while pale and nervous wasn't stopping the vile act.
It was cowardly, hideous, and it went against every code of honor and discipline he could conceive, and he would extract punishment against these two.
"H-hi…Hib…. AGHH!" A tonfa was slammed against the nose of the man, and Hibari recognized him as the lowly herbivore in charge of finances. "Don't you dare to speak my name you foul animal." He growled and took out his phone, calling for his clean-up team, at the same time a Doctor entered the room in a rush, no doubt attracted by all the screaming. "Hibari-sama what is the meaning of this!"
Hibari wasn't used to give explanations, but if the doctor dared to involve the police then his prey could escape him. "These two scavengers were trying to kill the little one." He said while looking directly at the doctor's eyes, daring him to call him a liar or contest his word. To his surprise the man looked in betrayal at the nurse and the man.
"I will call the police, Hibari-sama, please don't kill him inside the hospital." He finally said, and Hibari turned around to face his prey and frowned at it. Two well-placed blows left it gasping and trembling in the floor, and Hibari felt even more disgusted at the display, he raised his arm, ready to smash the beefy hand in pieces when the woman screamed.
"STOP! STOP!" She was by the open window, seated in the brim and had something in her lap, held tightly against her chest "STOP IT OR I WILL JUMP!"
Hibari paused and let the man drop to the floor; the woman was trembling and grasping the small boy in her arms, her hard nails obviously bruising the skin of the thin chest. Hibari remembered the already gruesome scar in the chest, he didn't need more. "GET OUT! GET OUT! Or I will jump!"
"Let him go." He could not believe the daring of this woman, first she assisted the murder of a defenseless child, then she dared to order him around. Unforgivable.
"I'm not bluffing! STEP BACK!" She screamed and then something outlandish happened; the boy's forehead spontaneously burst into flames, the woman, startled, let go of both the window's edge and the child and Hibari reached out for the body before he fell, the woman was hanging at the edge screaming in fear, but even if she dropped there was a balcony two meters under, she would survive, he decided.
Hibari stared in fascination at the orange flame, he extended one hand and felt only warmth and a small tingling from the fire. The concept of a non-harming fire was so ludicrous to him that he felt completely intrigued. Then, the eyes opened and looked directly at him, two pair of burning ambers, confused and disoriented, and looking at something in his chest as if trying to delve into the very core of his being.
"…purple… c-cloud…" He whispered in a scratchy, unused voice before the eyes became a more tame caramel and looked at his face in wonder, the small animal had the gall to actually smile at him before falling asleep impudently in his arms.
"Mm… interesting..."
Giotto was dreaming. He was in a familiar office; the one belonging to the Vongola boss, but it was slightly different, everything looked new, and at the same time…simpler. There were none of the expensive tapestries or the invaluable paintings.
'How many times must I say this Cervello? There is no way that I could agree to this!' Said a voice to his right and Giotto gaped at a mirror image of himself, and yet it was not, this Giotto was older, and wearing outdated clothes and a flowing cape, and his eyes were different too; they were a clear amber and currently sparkling in anger at the woman before him.
The Cervello looked the same, except perhaps for the flowing capes. 'Giotto-sama. After you sealed the Vongola rings the Tri-Ni-Set balance was broken! The curse is one of the consequences of this action.' Said the woman, and the dream-Giotto looked troubled at this. 'I won't release the Vongola rings, we are not searching for total domination of the mafia, we don't need so much power!'
Primo, he thought, this was the first boss of the Vongola, and he was arguing with a Cervello. Quite a strange dream to have… he thought and walked closer to the pair to listen better. 'Giotto-sama, I understand your point of view, but the Vongola accepted the burden of a third of the tri-ni-set, we must maintain the order! When you cut the Vongola's ring power in half you let a void! This empty space must be filled! This curse that has fallen over your family is filling this void!' He had never seen a Cervello lose her composure, but this one was clearly at her wit's end.
'I won't let Elena sacrifice herself for us!'
'You don't have to do anything Giotto, I have already accepted.' Said a soft voice, an elegant and young woman arrived the scene. She was smiling sadly at the shocked Primo. ' I'm ashamed to admit it, but I eavesdropped your last meeting, and I offered myself to the Cervello afterwards… Primo, I have already done half the bond; we only need your consent now.' She was smiling resolutely at the dream-Giotto and then took a step closer to the Don 'we need the power of the Vongola ring to bind this curse.'
Giotto could almost feel the despair coming from the first boss as well as the reluctance; he was staring in impotence at the two women. 'And if I refuse to do this?'
Elena; the fiancée of the first mist guardian, smiled at him, her gaze firm and defiant. 'Then I will protect the Vongola until my body gives into the curse.'
Primo frowned deeply and finally nodded with a defeated sigh, then he took her left hand with his ringed one and kissed the flawless hand of the woman. 'So be it, I accept this bond.'
Then, the dream froze and the first boss looked at him, he was crying Giotto noticed, but his eyes were clearly on him. "You must remember, you and I are the same. You are running out of time"
"KEEP ROWING YOU MORON!" Growled Gokudera in his best imitation of Mr. Reborn, which by now was pretty convincing. He glared at the green haired Lampo, the same idiot that had made his beloved first piano blow up in a rain of splinters when Gokudera was five.
"Yare, yare, I'm not fit for such mundane task, thank you, you may row instead of me." Sulked the older boy and Gokudera pointed his gun and took out his waterproof dynamite. "fine…I'm rowing I'm rowing."
"That's the spirit Lampo! EXTREME rowing contest!" The bomber groaned at the loud voice of the black haired menace, what kind of retarded parents named his child Knuckles anyway? Although, the name was nagging something in the back of his mind…
"WAAAAAAAAAAA Lambo-sama wants candy! Grape candy! NOOOOWWW!"
"Shut up you stupid cow, don't you see we are in the middle of the ocean?" The child continued wailing of course and Gokudera felt like doing the same, these three idiots, unharmed, and confined, had caused the ship to sink! It had looked like a bad rendition of the Titanic, sans the music. There had been wailing, destruction and chaos, and water, lots and lots of it.
"YES! I WILL EXTREMELY WIN!"
"I'm tired, I refuse to be worked like a lowly slave!"
They had claimed a boat, and Gokudera had barely saved half of their resources before the enraged and confused crew could kill them. They were now in the middle of the North Pacific Ocean, and they were screwed! Gokudera prized himself at his intelligence, but he wasn't a marine damn it!
Calm down. He admonished himself, he was the only who could guide these three idiots. They were somewhere at the north of Taiwan, they should do about 5 days to the port of Kashima, but how reach the same speed of a ship?
"THIS IS AN EXTREEEME PADDLING CHALLENGE!"
"Yare, yare… this is so boring, and my skin is not made for this harsh sun."
"Lambo-Sama wants to pee!"
One way or another I will reach you Tsuna-sama! Vowed Gokudera.
When he had lost the ability to be the external advisor who kept the family in balance and safe from this kind of screw ups? Iemitsu wondered. He was seated in the ninth's conference room, around him were the guardians and Squalo as the provisional Varia representative. G was seated behind the Ninth's chair, in representation of Giotto.
"Ninth, please, If you would clarify this bond?" Said the sun guardian, and all the attention went to the boss. He looked beyond weary, he looked defeated.
"As you know, the shield is a person who controls a vast amount of power, as such, that power must be tested and approved by two people: the one who nominates it, which is the previous curse holder, and the new boss who enters in a contract with the new shield. He must give a small part of his core flame to completely liberate the power of the shield."
"And before? How does the shield can maintain itself?" Asked the storm guardian, the ninth smiled bitterly. "Until it is accepted, the curse uses the missing power from the holder of the curse."
"Young Tsunayoshi's flame?"
"Exactly, but I cannot conceive someone enduring this long in such conditions . I think the mystery of the Arcobaleno is now clear, Tsunayoshi must have included the Arcobaleno into the shield, quite a feat in itself."
"I told you he was strong." Said Reborn, he sounded morose, and in Reborn that was a scary thing.
"Well, then we must find him! What are we waiting for?" Said the lighting guardian, and Iemitsu glared at him. "You don't understand the bind that we are in, do you?"
"What?"
"The tenth is injured, the second candidate is frozen, and cannot be freed until the rings accept the guardians. And the third candidate is the shield!" Iemitsu chuckled. "Don't you see? If Tsuna dies then Giotto cannot enter into another contract, and if the curse comes back in full strength, the days of the Vongola are counted. And with the rings sealed the curse will be even stronger."
"So, to sum it up we are fucked." Said the lighting guardian, silencing the room.
"Tsuna is alive, The Cervello said that as long as the… tint was fresh he would be still alive." Said G pointing at the center of the table, where the parchment laid. The parchment of the contract was a mysterious thing; for being so old, it certainly looked new, and it had a strong stench of smoke and blood.
"We still have a chance Boss, however small it is, the Cervello said we have some months after the rejection for the bond to be completely discarded, isn't?" Said Reborn approaching the table. The ninth was staring at the parchment and nodded warily.
"Yes, the Cervello said that if Tsuna agrees by his own will we can reestablish the bond before it vanishes… we don't have other choice but to trust in his strength."
"Or the Vongola will fall." Supplied the ninth's cloud guardian with a displeased frown. "I dislike this plan."
"It's the only one we have." Said Reborn, he looked at his boss and took out some papers. "These are the candidates for the guardians, I believe that Giotto will accept them all but the mist. We have already secured the storm and the cloud." Reborn was amused at this, the most unpredictable ones were the easiest to round up.
"Alaude said yes?" Exclaimed G in wonder and Reborn just smirked at him, as if daring him to doubt his abilities. "Now, we have a problem, the heir of the Bovino is missing, he went with his uncle to do some kind of negotiations with the Gesso family in Singapore, some kind of weapons trade, then, he suddenly appeared in the wanted alive list. Also the candidate for the sun guardian was last seen in the same area, while participating into an event of Wakeboarding in Singapore"
"Wake what?" Said G in confusion, Reborn just smiled in amusement. "It some kind of extreme sport, apparently the contestant 'Knuckles' lost by default when he failed to show up at the finals."
G felt faint, there was a possibility that the two idiots were lost, together, in the middle of Singapore? "They are doomed." He exclaimed in a factual tone. There was no way for the two of them to survive.
"Have a little more faith in your fellow guardians young storm." Admonished Coyote, he took out a report and let it gently in the table. "We have rumors of a large disturbance in one of the docks of Jurong Port, and one of our informants in the docks reported that the pursuers where clearly screaming in Italian and looking for some kids, they left empty handed, we are now investigating it in full."
The ninth looked a little more hopeful now, he regained some color and smiled in gratitude at his men. "Very well, Iemitsu, you are in charge of the search of young Tsunayoshi. Reborn, just concentrate in Giotto and the guardians, while we maintain the Vongola working and prepare for the worst."
"Yes, boss."
Giotto woke up with a start, his head hurting. That was… that dream…
"Hey! Good morning sleeping beauty. You look like shit." Said the voice of Cozart and Giotto growled through the swelling of his tongue.
"W-what…?"
"Everybody is in going crazy, your father is having some trouble with the famiglias, someone who calls itself 'The Taipan' went into a killing spree, using a new lethal poison and the families are getting nervous. The CEDEF is looking for Tsuna, the Varia are stopping leaks. And Reborn and G are rounding up your guardians, it looks like they are more scattered that they thought; especially Knuckles, I think Reborn is just itching to grab him and tie him in place."
Giotto smiled faintly at the memory of the enthusiastic teenager, at twelve he had suddenly, after a dare from G, vowed to become the champion in every extreme sport and proceeded into a worldwide search for the craziest, most dangerous sport he could find.
"Why must you try to shoulder all by yourself Giotto?" Said Cozart and the blond stared at him, the redhead looked sad, not angry but merely sad. "You have friends, and a family to lean on, stop trying to fight by yourself idiot." Then Cozart hugged him gently, minding his broken ribs, like the way his father used to hug him, like someone worth of being cherished. He found himself completely surprised at the gesture.
"We are here… you're not alone"
He grabbed the unfailing back of his friend and clung to him, he had been weak, he had been selfish and foolish, and in result he was now shattered, destroyed beyond fix…
And he vowed to himself to build a formidable sky from the remains of his former self.
"Don't call me for such trivial matters, I have no interest in traveling to search for those imbeciles." Said the bored voice of Alaude before hanging up and G screamed in frustration at the voice, then grabbed the table when a wave of dizziness almost took away his vision, he needed to sleep he knew, but there was just so much to do.
G looked at the mountain of information in his desk, in fact, his desk had become a mere hint of wood under mountains of reports and information. A photo peeked in between the reports from all the ships, and the reports on homeless children matching Tsuna's profile. It was a photo of him, Giotto, Tsuna and Hayato. G felt bitter at his own incompetence, he had lost the two of them, they had slipped from his fingers like clumsy birds jumping into the void.
He felt tired, all of this was too much, and he had nothing, no one, to lean on. And frankly he couldn't see and end of all of this…
"Or maybe I just need some sleep." He chuckled, and now he was speaking alone! He could almost see himself sharing a room with that lunatic of Deamon in a nice padded room. A knock in the door startled him and he opened the door to a bubbly greeting.
"Hello G-san!" Said a bright voice and G opened wide eyes and stared at the very blond, very cheery visage of Dino Chiavallone in the door. "Reborn called me to help. And I bring good news! The Chiavallone has a pair of people in the Jurong port, to keep an eye on the trade. One of them took this photo. Reborn said to show you this." G snatched the photo, the focus was a pair of men being detained by the security of the docks but in the right he could see a departing ship, a bright 27 number painted in cheery orange, and hanging like parasites where two very familiar backs, he could recognize that green hair anywhere!
He frowned at the ship and went to check the huge list of ships that had been in the port that day, he had seen that number somewhere… it was a small ship so that narrowed things considerably, his hands flew in the keyboard, one picture after another and then he found the matching image he read avidly the information and then he looked at Dino in wonder.
"Japan! They are going to freaking Japan!" What were they thinking? He looked over at Dino, he was speaking to someone by the phone and looked a little bit scared. Reborn, G thought, he is talking to Reborn.
"Ah, yes… ciao!" The blond hung up and looked at him with a grimace. "Reborn said to inform you, that your other cousin, Bianchi, has joined the gathering. She is going to finish some work in France then she will leave to Japan in about two weeks to contact your friend… uhm Asari?" Perhaps it was a good thing that Hayato was somewhere in Italy searching for Tsuna then, though G, less a chance for the two siblings to meet. Now, if only Hayato could stop being his stubborn self and return to the main house…
Deamon watched in amusement at the frozen Xanxus, his place as a guardian was almost secure with this, if Giotto wished to wake up his 'brother' then he would need his help, there was no way that the ring would accept other but him in this time.
"Poor foolish Giotto, believing he can stop the inevitable." He said in a whisper to Xanxus like confiding in a friend. "You performed your part impeccably, now it's just question of finding little Tsunayoshi and binding him. But first I have to take care of that annoying illusionist… to think he can interfere, so foolish…" His eyes glinted at the face of pain and surprise that Xanxus was frozen in and he smiled brightly at him. He just needed to keep the pineapple menace under control…"My lovely Elena's legacy shall live forever, just as planned. Nufufufu."
"WHO IS THERE?"
Squalo barged into the room but found it empty, he growled lowly in his throat and looked at the piece of ice in the middle of the room. He searched the room and found it empty and clean of traps.
"If that bastard of Mammon is playing tricks again …" He was fed up with those imbeciles, they were a unruly crazy bunch that made him want to eviscerate each one of them at least twice a day, if only Xan… He cut his train of thought and looked once more at the piece of ice, he frowned heavily and crossed his arms "Hang in there boss… we will get you out."
Tick-tack
He could finally feel, he was at last out of that horrible place, but, where he was?
Tick-tack
The air smelled funny, like medicine and tea, green tea…weird.
Tick-tack
His eyelids felt heavy, and he couldn't even open his mouth or move his head.
Tick-tack
He ached, his flesh, his bones, all was a mass of ache and sparks of pain, he felt heavy, and so tired, but he wanted to open his eyes, he concentrated on open the stubborn lids, and then blinked at the bright light in the room.
Tick-tack
That sound… a clock there was a clock nearby and now he could hear another being breathing close, a deep rhythmic noise that seemed strangely familiar, he turned his head around and winced when the small movement made him sick, there was something very wrong with him.
Tick-tack
He opened once more his eyes and stared at the boy at his side, he was sleeping in the chair at his bedside and Tsuna suddenly grasped the memory of being in someone's lap and feeling extremely happy at meeting him at last. What had he been thinking?
Tick-tack
Then, he remembered the reason for his joy and his wide eyes stared at the chest of the boy, he could see a flame, a purple flame dancing inside… he could see flames? Then he blinked, the dark-haired boy was surrounded by a white halo and from the middle of his chest the light stretched forming a single ray of light, like the web-like strings from his dream… it was connecting his flame with his own he realized, and Tsuna tried to poke it but his hand went through it. Then he blinked and it disappeared. Just great…! Now he was hallucinating…
Tick-tack
Perhaps that place hadn't been a dream? He remembered the cold place and felt nauseous once more. How long? How long had he been in that horrible place. Where he was? Who was this person at his side?
Tick
The clock stopped and Tsuna saw the frozen arm forever stuck in the number ten, then he returned his eyes to the boy and found himself looking into fierce, dangerous eyes.
"You're awake." Said the other teenager, he looked to be about Giotto's age, fifteen if he had to guess... And the voice seemed achingly familiar, yet foreign, like remembering a melody only heard in dreams.
"W-who…?" Ouch! His throat hurt! A lot! Was he that hurt in the battle? The boy chastised him with a look and Tsuna froze on the spot, then he felt something cold and wet in his lips, ice, the boy was giving him shaved ice.
"The doctor is coming later to check on you." Said the teenager, with a cold voice, he had a violent and menacing aura, the atmosphere of someone who fought constantly and reveled in it, he felt like his family and Tsuna managed to muster the strength to reach a hand to grab the bigger one, he felt instantly the flame under the skin and smiled at the contact, the other boy gave him a scorching scowl that reminded him of Xanxus in his bad days, and G when fighting with Gokudera, and the hard faces of men than gave him candy in secret under the table at breakfast. This was a very dangerous, very violent person. And the flame only closed the deal for him. This was familiar in an unfamiliar place.
"Why are you smiling and crying?" Asked the holder of the purple flame, seemingly perplexed at the behavior of the strange idiot clinging to him, but Tsuna just smiled in relief at the dangerous, fierce aura of the other.
Gokudera launched himself to the sand and resisted the urge to kiss it. Land! Glorious firm ground at last! He vowed to never leave it again.
Against all likelihoods they had made it, he had not counted with the inexplicable stamina of the black haired idiot, or the stupid Bovino's strange hobby of astronomy of all things! Using the stars as a compass, and stretching his own, meager, knowledge of navigation and direction, they had, somehow, reached the large island.
They were… somewhere in Japan, a sure sign of it were the fishers around them, speaking the language.
"YES! Record time! That was an extreme challenge! We should do it again!"
"Over my death body!" Screamed Gokudera and panted, he had just found his second worst phobia, the sea.
"Yare, yare… so this is Japan…? Mmm? it looks kind of plain to me, I don't see any robots around." Said the Bovino menace, who was carrying a sleeping Lambo in his back. The bomber was only too happy to leave the company of these idiots, if he never saw them again he would consider himself a lucky guy.
"Waaa! I know this place! We are near my home-town! I have to visit my little siblings!" Exclaimed knuckles, already recovered from rowing almost non-stop for five solid days. Was he a freaking monster or something? Just how much strength he had in those freakish arms?
Then Gokudera saw something that made his already troubled mind revert to a feral, enraged, primitive state, the other guy was calmly taking out of his pocked a phone, and seemingly waterproof, serviceable, functioning freaking phone!
"Y-y…y-ou… had a phone, all-this-fucking-time?"
"Uh? This?" answered knuckles while looking in surprise at his own hand. "oh Yes! I just extremely forgot! The guys in the store told me it has some GPS thingy, cool isn't?"
A terrifying scream of anger was heard around a radio of 5 miles, defying all physics laws. And reviving in the small town the tales of the mysterious fire-spitting monsters from the seas.
I apologize for any grammatical mistake, please point them out to be fixed, yes?
You can call this a transition. Explanatory chapter. Hope it wasn't too boring. See you soon.