Aaaaaaaaaaaand Chapter Two. This somehow turned a slightly darker route than I planned, but what was I expecting? Nothing I did ever went according to plan. Hibari is here, anyway. So I'm fine.

Enjoy!

Chapter Two: SEETHING DUCKS

For the next few weeks, the whole school was positively afloat in happiness. They were given basic Italian lessons so they don't make too much of an embarrassment of themselves, even though there were translators hired. Passports and other documents were processed, tickets were bought, and the itinerary were distributed. The date and time of departure were announced, and amidst days of exploding houses and floating things and poisoned food, Tsuna finally arrived to the day of the school trip.

He wasn't happy.

And neither was Hibari.

Hibari Kyouya woke up pissed. Firstly, his one of his Hibirds (as there's too many to count now) was sick and whimpering on his bedside the moment he opened his eyes. That wasn't a good thing. Secondly, he went to the dining hall and there was no tea and breakfast waiting for him. Where the hell was Kusakabe? So he had to make tea and breakfast for himself and call the loudmouth boxer to treat his bird. He really didn't appreciate starting the day with a loud herbivore bursting his eardrums.

But he could tolerate that. The herbivore was strong enough to go against him even though he hated his voice. He could tolerate the one who treats his birds. However, the next offense wasn't something he could forgive.

"Crowding in front of my school…" Hibari seethes, making the crowding herbivores shiver in fear. "Kamikorosu."

The fluffy brown herbivore who sometimes turned carnivorous squeaked in fear and looked around for a hiding place. Hibari was going after him first, because he was absolutely sure this was his fault, much like everything else.

"Herbivore, for allowing them to crowd in front of me, I'll bite you to death," he announced taking out his tonfas from wherever they come from.

Tsuna and the rest of the population, even the teachers, started to back away from the seething prefect. None of them wanted to be bitten to death, least of all today. They were going to Italy! Nothing was supposed to go wrong!

Tsuna cursed his infinite bad luck.

"Um—ano…" he started, backing away slowly, eyes alert for any sign of movement from the murderous Cloud. He wasn't in a good mood himself, because Reborn made him stay up to finish all of his paperwork so he could concentrate on the trip—which he still didn't want to go into—and then deprived him of breakfast so he wouldn't be late. Now, he's tired, hungry, and in danger of being bitten to death.

What did he do wrong to deserve this, Kami-sama?

"Oi, you shitty prefect, what do you think you're doing to the Tenth?" And then another one came in. Hibari didn't seem to appreciate being called shitty, so he turned his glare to Gokudera instead, who was already equipped in his upgraded Systema C.A.I. and munching on a lighter.

"Maa, maa, you two. You should both calm down. The bus is here," Yamamoto—God bless his soul—spread some Rain Flames and smiled his signature smile to stop the two from rampaging.

It didn't work.

"You shitty prefect—"

Crash. Boom. Pak. Pooz. Zoom.

"Urusai, herbivore. For disrupting the peace, I'll bite you—"

Boom. Crash. Zoom. Tak. Poon.

Several minutes later, the students of Namimori Gakuen were looking at the now ruined gates with dead eyes. Tsuna tried calculating the damage in his head and failed spectacularly. (No matter how much paperwork he did, it didn't improve his non-existent Math skills.) He made a mental note to ask Haru about it later.

He sighed forlornly and resigned himself to his fate.

By the time the bus actually arrived, one hour later—"Damn you, shitty chauffeur, what do you think you're doing making the Tenth wait?"—Gokudera was bleeding down the arms and stomach from being bitten to death by the carnivorous prefect who, on the other hand, managed to come out of the scuffle with not a hair out of place.

Well, that's just Hibari.

For the duration of their ride to the airport, Ryohei fussed over Gokudera and practically blew their ears off while inviting Hibari for an extreme fight. Hibari, for his part, tuned everything out, which wasn't at all difficult seeing as he was riding on the roof.

Everyone else that was in the bus with them were either too loud or too quiet—Kyoko, Haru, Chrome and Hana were speaking in hushed tones and laughing loud enough to match Ryohei's "Extreme!" and Shoichi and Spanner were beside the driver making impromptu changes to the bus, playing old songs mixed with annoying raps that did nothing to soothe Tsuna's headache. Everyone else was staying away from their group, some still shivering in fright and giving tentative looks to the ceiling as though expecting it to fall on them for some reason.

One person was watching all this with disguised interest, earphones plugged tight in his ears which played no music whatsoever. Instead he was hearing the deep, crunching voice of a man, giving him a warning—"The Vongola is the strongest Famiglia for a reason, do not underestimate them."—and an instruction—"Do not engage. Continue observing."

"Un," he affirmed softly and continued eyeing the rowdy group, wondering about each of them. He had an inkling about who his target might be—the Vongola Decimo—and he from what he had seen, aside from a bit of astounding intuition, the young heir had nothing against him. His Guardians were all strong, but they don't seem all that good. He reckoned taking them out would take an hour at most with his training. It seemed to him that Vongola had truly drawn the short stick, having all but one of the eligible heirs murdered one way or another, and he figured they were bound to fall soon with such a weak heir left.

If not him, surely someone else was out for the little Decimo's head.

But it would be him. He'd make sure of it.

Reborn was smirking from where he was enjoying a hot cup of espresso—under the bus—as he felt the undisguised killing intent of the amateur spy on the bus. He was sure everyone on Tsuna's immediate family had noticed it too, going by the way they all tensed slightly, even Hibari, who sported a vicious smirk of his own. He was watching them from a tiny monitor while enjoying Hawaiian music in a beach background.

At least, the ride wouldn't be as boring as he thought.

Tsuna didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he felt a spurt of dark intent coming from behind him. Beside him, Gokudera was already fingering his ring, making Uri purr and in front of him, Yamamoto's smile had turned vicious. He could hear Hibari tapping softly against the roof and Ryohei started punching the air, then and there, with a huge grin on his face, his eyes glinting dangerously. The girls, not quite as adept as the guys at sensing danger yet, took one look at them and tensed, before sighing and going back to their conversation.

Tsuna shut his eyes tight.

Can't I have even an hour of peace? He thought. Well, apparently not.

He made eye contact with Chrome who tilted her head questioningly. When he nodded, she smiled reassuringly and then all of a sudden, they were in a dark dungeon that was Chrome's illusion.

He scrunched his nose at the unmistakable smell of blood in the air, standing up and walking to the figure that was slumped in the middle of the cell, chained to a metal chair. Gokudera, Yamamoto, Ryohei and Chrome went to follow him as Hibari jumped down from somewhere and landed in front of the spy.

Tsuna really, really hated his life right now.