I have two major tests on Tuesday, both of which I desperately need to be studying for, however I got carried away with procrastinating so this 'thing' comes out around a week early.
He hated people. He really did, absolutely everyone. Except the tenth… Especially that baseball idiot. The minivan trip so far had been a little overwhelming if nothing else. He had organised for a little tour so that everyone could listen to happily to his native language and hopefully absorb some of it - they all had to learn it sooner or later. What he hadn't planned on was their (the idiot, the extreme idiot, the afro idiot, his beloved tenth and the farsighted idiot) shared enthusiasm. Thankfully the tonfa wielding idiot was idly staring out the window at the front of the bus, sitting next to the driver so that he wouldn't be 'crowded'.
So now, not only had he been listening to things he already knew for the last 45minutes (he had been studying so that he could answer any questions – should they come from Tsuna. Lambo and his'whaaat is it' 'why'd they build that for' questions be dammed) but he had also been translating, answering questions and pointing out useless things. He hadn't been allowed to smoke or catch up on the sleep like he had originally planned. He even gave up his window seat once it became apparent that there was no chance for him to get some rest, thanks to the boxer's excited yells, and partially because of the uneasy feeling he got every time the nut leant over and on him to look out the window.
"Ne" it came from his left, "Gokudera-kun what are all those people doing?"
Did he mention that, he Smoking bomb Hayato, really didn't want his knowledge to be wasted on anyone other than those worthy, like his boss? His eyes flicked to the aforementioned person, who was eagerly looking in the same direction as Yamamoto, the two brats perched on his lap sharing his interest. Looks like yet again he'd have to humour the baseball-loser, for the tenths sake.
Grudgingly, he leaned over to look at what the rain guardian was pointing at, silently hoping it wasn't another 'what is she hanging up out there, a piece of string?' question, that only he had had the decency to burn up at. It really hadn't helped that the tenth had mentioned seeing Bianchi once holding one of those when chasing Dr Shamal away. Far too much information, she was still his sister and the thought of her undergarments freaked him out.
The van had stopped due to slow moving traffic, leaving the pre-recorded Italian tape droning in the background talking about the history of some place further on in tour. Outside there was a hive of activity, people weaving around cars, chatting amiably, bargaining, among other things; apparently it was market day.
"It's just a normal market day, you know like the Saturday one back in Japan" he squinted suspiciously at the baseball player "dumbass as if you couldn't figure that out yourself"
"…oh" a careless laugh that extracted a twitch "what's it called, maybe we could go out for a look around"
"first of all it's not called anything, the people are just shopping, there's no need for a name. Second we already have plans to go to galleria regionale della sicillia or to museo archeologico regionale today. And third, it could be unsafe for the tenth out there."
Pleasant silence stayed for a few seconds inside the van, not even that outside of the van.
"but you said yourself, that people are just shopping. Plus my legs are getting sore to the extreme from all this sitting"
"shut up lawnhead!" the silver-haired boy yelled, outraged and was halfway through a muttered 'fricken baby' when Yamamoto slung an arm around him offering a grin at the quick glare that was automatically sent. Before Gokudera's hands could do anything more than edge towards wherever he kept his dynamite, Tsuna cut in.
"I really wouldn't mind going and having a look about, Gokudera. It's a good chance to get some souvenirs" then adding as a bargain chip "we can practise our Italian better on the streets than in some gallery."
His shoulders slumped, who was he to deny his own boss? Resolutely, he turned to the driver, forgetting about the arm on his shoulder, previous anger dissipated.
"oi driver where exactly are we?"
Hibari turned around, pinning him with a belittling gaze and spoke in the most monotone of ways, "that was in Japanese"
The bad mood returned.
"Fuckit- dove siamo quidatore?"
AN: to be honest I really don't know about this 'style' I have got going here, starts off in gokudera's head then goes more into third person by the end (this happened in the first chapter as well). Again this should have been longer however I am starting to think that nice little short chapters will be adequate.
Next chapter:
"Location: some marketplace in la Kalsa
Current status: man down, 2 MIA persons. Search team of 2 has been deployed." The rain guardian slipped off the tinted glasses dramatically before catching the storm guardian's heated glare "Haha playing mafia is fun"
" you dumbass! How can you be possibly enjoying this?!"