Here comes Chapter Four! As you would probably notice, I've given up on following plans and just decided to let the story run its course. Lol. I myself don't know where this is going anymore, but I hope you like it. For the one who asked where they'd be staying in Italy, I think I answered that here.

Thank's for reading!

Chapter Four: Jetpack Joyride

Namimori High School, being relatively new, built only to please Hibari who absolutely refused to study elsewhere, had only a handful of students so even the entire student population wouldn't reach half of an entire grade of a school in, say, Tokyo. Going from the school (whose gates were currently being repaired at inhuman speed) three grades were put into just five large buses and were now boarding just one plane.

Usually, a couple hundred passengers would take at least two planes, if we were being conventional, but once Vongola got involved, conventional pretty much turn taboo.

So, yeah, they were a couple hundred students plus teachers and the stout principal in one extra-large plane.

Tsuna felt ominous.

All around him, students were "ooh"-ing and "aah"-ing at the "magnificent and luxurious" ink black monstrosity that was supposed to take them from Japan to Italy and back.

"Oh? It's a clam!" Yamamoto exclaimed beside him just as Gokudera started gushing at the "absolutely worthy of Tenth" contraption.

Tsuna stared at the clam-shaped jet with dead eyes.

What was wrong with his life?

Spanner and Shoichi, the number one and number two suspected creator of the—the thing, were looking like their usual selves. Spanner indifferently sucking on a lollipop and Shoichi looking around nervously like someone was out to get him from behind, just waiting to strike at the first sign of weakness.

Tsuna was tempted to cut off their fingernails, or better yet, their whole hands, just to release some stress.

Oh, God, he was turning like Reborn and Mukuro.

But, really, "Couldn't you have made it look normal at least?" He muttered, practically pleading for something, anything, to make sense. Because, Byakuran was enough, creating that saucer-like transported he had in the future, but did his two technicians have to make something more ludicrous? A clam-shaped plane! What the hell?

"Oi, Tsuna!" Yamamoto called, snapping him out of his self-induced gloom sphere. When he looked, everyone except him was boarding the goddamn plane.

Fuck his life.

Not for the first time, he sighed and resigned himself to his fate.

Inside, Tsuna wasn't sure whether to hug Spanner and Shoichi or cry desperately in thanks because they, apparently, didn't design the interior too. He didn't know what he would have done if he saw anymore clam things and/or mini-Moscas inside. He'd probably blast the whole thing with an XX-Burner, extra strong, to kingdom come. And then they'd all just have to hijack a ship to continue their trip.

Nevertheless, he couldn't say that the interior was any more normal than the outside. For one, it didn't look like something that's used to travel. If anything, it looked like it was anything but something people travel on.

"It's like a top-class hotel!" Someone gasped, and Tsuna could only nod sagely at the truthfulness of that.

And then he was back to lamenting his not-so-normal life.

After of nearly half a decade around Reborn and his crafty ways, you'd think Tsuna would have given up anything 'normal' by now, but, apparently he was still waiting for God to hear his pleas.

It didn't seem like he'd be getting any graces anytime soon.

The 'plane' had three levels. One sleeping area with countless beds that made Tsuna want to pass out, an entertainment hall filled with all kinds of things you usually would see in an arcade (or a casino) and a huge engine room that looked remarkably like Shoichi's plaything back at Merone Base—the one where he controlled the whole base like a giant sized Rubix cube. Beneath all these, he was told by one rambling blond technician, was a where all their luggage stayed, along with several other things Tsuna couldn't understand.

Their classmates had all seen fit to crowd the entertainment room, making Hibari glare before he flopped (in a cool way, because everything Hibari did always looked cool) into the farthest bed in the sleeping room and locking the door. Tsuna and his gang of absolute misfits either joined the others in getting high or arcade games, or lounged in the engine room where couches and tables were spread in an organized chaos, making tea in the kitchenette by the side. Why anyone would put a kitchen in an engine room he would never know, and he had pledged to stop asking questions. The answers never did well to his mental health.

When Kyoko offered him some sweet smelling tea and a piece of cheesecake, he decided to just enjoy the little things for once and panic later.

A few hours and a couple gallons of puke later, he would so regret that decision.

He really should've just panicked.

The flight was long. Like, really long. Spanner said this wasn't because the plane was too slow, but because they took several detours to avoid the satellites stationed outside of the world. If they didn't, he said they'd have reached Sicily within an hour. As it was, being that the 'plane' wasn't exactly legal and had too much war potential (they apparently equipped it with all kinds of weapons just because they could) they had to make extra sure any outside party wouldn't discover its existence.

Tsuna wondered why it was used as a ride for school kids if it was that risky, but decided against asking.

He doubted he would have received an answer that made a sliver of sense, anyway.

He never did.

"So, where are we staying in Italy, Reborn?" Tsuna asked the three feet tall hit man who had appeared after several hours of doing whatever it was three feet tall hit men did in a clam-shaped train for lunch. They were in the engine room with the kitchen enjoying clam type dishes that did nothing to improve Tsuna's mood, but made his mouth water nonetheless.

The hit man in question gulped a huge glob of spaghetti a la vongola and looked at Tsuna like he was the most stupid person in the world. (In Reborn's book, he probably was, right next to Ryohei) He said, "In a hotel, of course. Did you expect school kids to be allowed inside the Vongola Castle?"

For asking one stupid question, he was wanked by one-ton-hammer Leon twice. Reborn also stole all the food in his plate.

Thumbing the slight bump on his head, the young brunette sighed. To be honest, he didn't really expect civilians to be allowed inside the impenetrable fortress that was Vongola's Headquarters, considering about half of them were quite possibly spies from enemy families, but he had learned never to rely on common sense when dealing with his crazy family. All the more when his hit man tutor was involved. Which was pretty much all the time.

So he was shocked, if a little glad, that this trip had one aspect that fell into the 'normal' category after all.

He didn't dare raise his hopes for more and settled to trying (in vain) to calm his rampaging family members. He thanked God someone saw to flame-proofing the whole plane, at least.

A few hours later, while everyone else was soundly asleep in the humungous sleeping quarters, a pink-haired girl by the name of Nakamura Sakura, was woken up by a hand shaking her shoulders.

"Hmm?" she moaned sleepily, turning to face whoever it was that was disturbing her sleep. When she saw who it was, sleep deserted her at once and she got up abruptly, snapping her bright, green eyes all over the sleeping figures of her schoolmates, making sure no one was awake before hissing at the person in front of her.

"What are you doing here, Sasuke?" Her voice wasn't particularly loud, if anything, it was too quiet that the person she spoke to nearly missed it. However, for a guy who woke up at the sound of a rose petal touching the ground, this was enough to snap him awake.

Opening his eyes to narrow slits of flaming silver orbs, Hibari Kyouya looked at the pair of herbivores that dared disturb his sleep. He was about to get up and bite them to death, but froze when he heard the voice of 'Sasuke' saying something interesting.

Instead of acting out on his default action, he decided to wait for the morning, when the 'mission' of these herbivores would be laid out.

He couldn't wait to see how the omnivore would react.

He was getting bored of this stupidly long plane ride, anyway.

Hibari will be taking the spotlight next chapter! (Probably)