The next day, early in the morning, Ira woke up for the first time after seven years wet from head to toe. She opened her eyes and glared at what used to be a baby; well, Reborn has grown back. Her eyes moved to his face, the glare fading when his face got in sight.
"I didn't miss this one bit," She commented, wiping the cold water off her neck. Reborn sat on the couch and placed one foot over the other, leaning his chin on his hand elegantly.
"Don't forget to submerse into the job completely. We both know what happened last time," Reborn mumbled, watching her move around, looking for the dryer.
"I know," She muttered, finally finding it and starting to dye her hair.
"You have to find the file and get it overnight. Hibari will come and take it. Afterwards, you can choose how you want to exit." Reborn continued, a sly smirk forming on his lips when he mentioned her exit.
"I'm not a kid anymore. I won't use anything spectacular this time," She muttered, glaring at him over her shoulder.
It happened over eight years ago when Reborn let her tag along when he visited an old friend, in Florence. They met for business and granted to her thin frame and agility, Ira became part of Reborn's plan in stealing a weapon transition. It was quite easy, really, since she only had to sneak in and get the transition papers from the boss. Much like now, the boss was known for keeping his papers at his girlfriend, who used to be the leader of a human trafficking organization. Her place was a tavern, placed somewhere normal people would never venture, and it mainly had prostitutes selling their bodies for money; money that would end up in her pocket, not theirs. Getting in as a kid proved to be a bit hard, mostly because she actually had to sneak.
Now, she only had to enter like a girl looking for a new, dangerous hobby.
The costume was incredibly tight. Reborn chose a super short and tight shirt, showing her cleavage and leather pants, showing every bit of her body to the public eye. Since she had to somehow fit in, she tied her hair in a pony tail and used a lot of makeup, making her eyes get the most attention after her cleavage.
When she walked into the headquarters, which she found out later on that it was part of Hibari's secret hideout, most workers stared in shock.
"That's- Ira-san- are you really?" Tetsuya Kusakabe, Hibari's sort of right hand man gaped at her. He saw her as a respectable woman with some kind of decency yet dressed like that, she looked very interesting.
Most men had the same reaction, except the two men who couldn't care less. Reborn was her former mentor and couldn't look at her and see her like a woman; she was like a little pet for him. Hibari saw her in every possible circumstance since they were living together; in his point of view, that was just another face of the same woman and he couldn't even bother to see her as more than she had to be.
"Don't forget to check up when you get in." Hibari started, his voice blank, like always.
Ira took a deep breath and let it out slowly, preparing mentally for her job. Being dressed in revealing clothes and having to act like she had close to no morals when it came to men was a challenge. She was having second thoughts for the whole time Reborn drove to the strip club, outside of Namimori, but once he gave her a stern look through the review mirror, Ira knew she had to finish her mission successfully even if she liked it or not.
"What do you think she's doing?" Kusakabe asked Hibari a few hours later. They didn't get any notification that she entered the den and successfully gained someone's trust.
"Good, for her sake," The cloud guardian spat, annoyed that everyone was asking him the same thing for the past hour or so. If Reborn chose her, then she had to be good or at least average.
"What if they didn't hire her?" Kusakabe asked worried. Hibari glared at his sort of right hand man, Kusakabe's head lowering a bit and getting the hint from his boss.
It was already midnight and Ira didn't give any type of contact. By now, even Hibari was growing impatient since the information was for him not for Vongola. Reborn came over around eleven and he only told Kusakabe to keep the screen on.
"Can you get into their security system?" Reborn asked from his seat. The IT guy nodded and quickly hacked into the security system. There was only one camera, right above the bar, having a very good shot at the cash register and stage.
"They're presenting a new stage," The IT guy mumbled, his eyes furrowing in confusion. "Do you think it's Ira-sama?" He asked his boss, which was actually Kusakabe not Hibari.
Reborn raised an eyebrow and went behind the guy, staring bemusedly at the screen. On stage appeared a woman dressed only in silver undergarments, with a mask on her face and her hair loosed. She grabbed the pole and stepped around it; next, she hooked the pole with her leg before she arched her body, her face being always towards the clients. She climbed the pole before she let herself spin once before climbing even higher. She wiggled her bottom and even stretched her hands moving all over her body, taunting the viewers. She was sexy and she was really fit; Reborn couldn't be more proud.
"I taught her well," He couldn't help but mumbled. Kusakabe frowned when he recognized the green eyes.
"That's really her," He was genuinely impressed with how easily she was climbing the pole and making moves that seemed pretty hard and needed a lot of strength in the arms. "Wow," Everyone watched intently as she climbed to the top and let herself fall backwards, her head a few millimeters from hitting the ground.
Hibari was more interested in the men at the bar, who were talking about some money problems but he couldn't help but let his eyes wander to her when Kusakabe would awe. Hibari Kyoya was hard to impress and she wasn't even taunting his curiosity with her pole dance. He had seen better and more skillful dancers in his trip to Italy.
When she finished, Ira went in the back, tired like heck since she was not used to intense muscle activity. It's been a long time since she last used her strength and she was sure her body will go numb the next day.
"That was nice," One of the girls congratulated her. "You don't look like a beginner. You should go talk to Miura-sama and she will probably give you more shifts," The girl continued before she winked and left for her stage.
Once she got out of sighed, Ira sighed and leaned against the wall. She wasn't in need of more exercising and wanted to finish the job already.
She couldn't believe how easily she got the job. The boss was a a tall lady who was always wearing a kimono, which only intrigued Ira. She only glanced at her body before she gave Ira the job and told her to perform that night, as a formal audition. Ira probably took it but she still had bigger things to do. If she was right, the file was in her boss's office, which had three cameras outside and none inside.
"Ira?" The intoxicating perfume was a good hint of who appeared in the corridor. "A word," the woman continued, passing Ira expecting the younger woman to follow.
She did. The French hitman followed her supposedly boss right into her office, where the security cameras couldn't catch anything anymore. Reborn frowned when he saw Ira walking through the door fully aware that she might be deconspired.
Inside, Ira surveyed the office in one swift look. It was really small and it didn't have anything but a desk and a laptop on the right and a big safe on the left, in the very back. It probably had a lot of dirty money and whatever but that wasn't her business. The woman walked and sat behind the desk before she gave a wide smile.
"You're good." The woman stated. "But not good enough." She continued, her smile dropping immediately.
"Is that all?" Ira asked, her voice calm like nothing was going against the plan.
"Yes and no. We don't have foreign dancers and you seem to know how to get men entangled. However, you are quick and that backwards fall wasn't easy. I have a different job for you."
Ira blinked, her mind having to form another plan. It was quite a problem and she couldn't believe she had to stay around for more than one day.
"I want you to steal."
Ira's eyes narrow slightly at the woman before she glanced at the laptop. The file must have been there so she had to get more than 5 minutes co copy it.
"Fine. What do you want me to steal?" She asked, her mind going blank. The woman smirked and turned on her laptop. She searched for something before she turned it towards Ira and pointed at a picture of a man she knew well.
"Narcotics from the Russian mafia."
Ira had to steal from her family.