Title: Language Barriers
Summary: Snippets of Tsuna's time in China as he travels with seven other people and their rather colourful personalities.
"Hibari-san, it's not okay for you to just assault people," Tsuna protested, scanning the heap of bodies on the floor to find any conscious. A twitch from one made him think that there were a few playing dead. Tsuna approved their tactic.
Hibari scoffed at Tsuna's worried tone. 'The herbivores were noisy and crowding,' he sneered, not offering an explanation that was in any part logical.
Tsuna sighed, just knowing that his fellow boss wasn't going to apologise for the mess (and casual disregard of human decency).
A low whistle came from Takeshi as the tall Korean poked his head out of the cabin. 'Wow, that's an intense game,' he laughed. 'I'm almost convinced they're unconscious.'
Takeshi is soon joined by the white haired man. 'Is this an extreme boxing match?' roared the German. 'You all need to extremely join my boxing gym!'
'Not on your life,' Hayato snapped. He stepped up beside Tsuna and hooked an arm around the brunet. 'Come on Tsuna, let's get away from these freaks.'
From the end of the carriage came a disturbing laugh.
Tsuna whipped around and blinked at the siblings. "Purple one and purple two," he blurted out, then clapped a hand over his mouth at how rude that sounded.
They approached, stepping gracefully over the victims of Hibari's wrath. 'Hibari, was it?' the male drawled while the female fiddled with a trident charm attached to her bracelet.
Tsuna wasn't even paying attention to the stare off, too busy considering if he should call for help and get the people a medical professional. If he had been paying attention, he would have flailed his way to Hibari and distracted the man with questions about Hibird. As it so happened, he was far too late to notice, and Hibari was already throwing himself forward with an eager grin.
"Hieeeee!" echoes through the carriages either side, turning some heads but the people dismiss the sound as the train.
Lambo blinked sleepily, eyes flickering back and forth to follow the battling pair. "What are they fighting about?" he asked no one in particular.
Hayato is too busy wrestling a frazzled Tsuna back into Lambo's cabin to reply, the brunet babbling about '-damages and law suits and Hibari-san please stop stepping on the unconscious people!'
Takeshi chuckled and patted Lambo on the head, ruffling the black waves of hair. 'I have no idea,' he said cheerfully but then his smile sharpened and his grip tightened on Lambo's skull. 'I don't know, but I want to join in.'
A groan of despair left Tsuna when Takeshi magicked his bat down from the top bed and leapt into the fray.
Mukuro smirked at the newcomer, slashing his trident at the man. His smirk quickly disappeared when the bat turned into a sword, the overhead lights reflecting off the well cared for weapon and in turn aiming it into Mukuro's eyes. A blink and Mukuro was backed against the wall, barely managing to lift his trident to block the downward swing.
Kyoya darted in then, stomping a foot down on Takeshi's knee, tonfa aimed for the throat of both fighters. Mukuro twisted sharply and grunted when the metal connected with his shoulder, his trident still locked with the katana. Takeshi took the hit to the knee and dropped down, rolling out of the way of tonfa.
A cry of amazement came from Ryohei, who had been shadow boxing on the side, and the German finally lost control of his patience, diving into the fray with his usual cry, 'Extreme!'
Hayato bit his lip and fingers pressed further into Tsuna's waist as he wished he had dynamite. Tsuna wriggled harder in Hayato's hold, wincing at every blow the insane battle maniacs exchanged.
Lambo stopped caring then and turned to head back to bed, but spotted Chrome sitting on the bottom bunk, and wondered how she snuck past him considering he was at the cabin doorway the entire time.
The train started slowing, about to pull into the station. Lambo watched the window as a field of green turned to houses and roads which turned to concrete of a platform and police lined up along the station.
"So is that normal?" Lambo questioned.
Tsuna glanced over when Lambo spoke and his expression blanked at the sight of police, but the Russian could see the desperate hope that the fighting four weren't the reason for the law enforcement.
Lambo wished him luck with the delusion.
Kyoya noticed the Small Animal's despair, a trickle of amusement seeped into his mind from it, but focused on the three Herbivores who thought to challenge him. It was not their fault; they were young, and stupid.
Kyoya still won't go easy on them.
He ducked the loudest Herbivore's punch and retaliated by gripping the long end of his tonfa and hooked the handle around the smiling Herbivore's sword so it swung at the loud one's stomach. They both just managed to move enough so the sword didn't slice up the loud one's entrails and Kyoya felt disappointed. It would have been funny to see the Small Animal's reaction then.
'My, my,' the Blueberry chuckled. 'How terribly violent of you. Perhaps Fluffy would be better off with me.'
Kyoya gripped his tonfa tighter and snarled at the audacity of the Dodo Bird in front of him.
"Fluffy is mine," he snapped out before discharging the spikes on his weapon.
However, before they could move the carriage door slammed open and police swarmed in.
They stop dead at the sight of Kyoya.
"H-Hibari!" one cried out, flapping his hand at another, one who turned tail and sprinted for the supervisor. "Sir, we didn't know it was you."
"Now that you do, leave," Kyoya ordered, annoyed that he was interrupted.
The police flinched back, the few closest to the door backing away. Another entered then, and Kyoya was getting pissed at the crowding. The Foundation armband on the newest one made the police part.
"My deepest apologies, Hibari. We didn't know it was you. We'll take the people and go."
Kyoya followed the woman's gaze to the floor and blinked at the bodies there. He nodded in allowance and stepped away from the cleaners who rushed in.
He glanced over his shoulder into the cabin of the annoying Blueberry and raised an eyebrow at the Small Animal's exasperated expression. It's like he wasn't expecting Kyoya to own the police force as well. The Small Animal was adorably naive.
...
Tsuna watched in resigned silence as the bodies were taken away and he was left in a half empty carriage with unsuspecting civilians and a bunch of insane psychopaths.
The police left soon enough and Tsuna sighed, not even caring he was sitting in Hayato lap. He watched Takeshi's eyes narrow and Ryohei take up a stance while Mukuro spun his trident and Kyoya rolled his shoulders.
No.
They barely caught an orange blur in their periphery, and then it was lights out.
A/N:
Tsuna- Japanese
Kyoya- Chinese
Hayato- Italian (and a 7 year old kids understanding of a few others)
Mukuro- Afrikaans
Chrome- Dutch
Lambo- Russian
Ryohei- German
Takeshi- Korean
Depending on the point of view, all other languages will be shown 'like this'.
Poll: pairings?
Kyoya- 7
Oblivious Tsuna/none- 3
Hayato- 1
Mukuro- 1
Chrome- 1