Here's the end of the disastrous first day. I hope you like it.

Chapter 10: What Happened on the First Day (Part Three)

They called the police. And the police—who earlier caused such a panic over a petty thief—told them tourists to wait for twenty-four hours before they could 'officially' declare the missing girl missing. For all they knew, Nisa could have been simply lost. Or in a blind date.

Asahi had a fit, but considering all she did was yell at them in Japanese, nothing she said actually came across and she just ended up wasting her breath. Mayu was breaking down for the second time that day: "It's horrible! What if something happened to Nisa-chan? What if she was kidnapped by human traffickers and sent to Syberia? What if they use experiment on her and eat her brains, because, you know, Nisa-chan is so smart? What if they feed her to flying sharks?"

Hana looked at the bawling girl with a deadly glare. Flying sharks? A loud 'VOOIII!' resounded in her ears, followed by the image of one long-haired swordsman with pointy teeth. She dutifully ignored it and continued to glare. The girl didn't stop crying.

Kyoko, on the other hand, was genuinely concerned and decided to call Tsuna-kun. She could have just talked with the police herself—she knew Italian like most of them—but after years of being surrounded by the mafia, she didn't trust the police any farther than she could throw them, which, as you know, wasn't very far.

"Moshi moshi, Tsuna-kun," she said to the phone, expecting to hear her surrogate brother's voice but was instead answered by the squeaky voice of their 'little hit man' Reborn. (They never said that to his face, ever, because none of them wanted to die a painful death—which was ironic since they were, after all, in the mafia, but Reborn was more terrifying than any crazed Mafioso out there, so they were justified. Also, he held grudges tight.)

"What is it? Tsuna's busy with his paperwork. He's not allowed out of his office for the rest of the day unless he finishes them," he sadistic pre-school sized hit man said.

Kyoko sighed and sent hopeful prayers for the young boss before getting to the point. They didn't have time to waste after all. For all they knew, Nisa-chan might have been killed while they were simply sitting around, waiting for the police to finish their 24 hours. "One of our classmates is missing, Reborn-chan. We had a situation here, and the police didn't allow us to leave the café for a while, and then when we were about to board the bus to get back to the hotel, we couldn't find Nisa-chan anywhere. Hirakawa-sensei went to the police, but they said they can't declare someone missing unless she's gone for at least 24 hours."

As an afterthought, she added, in Italian, "The police are really useless," which earned her a glare from the three fat officers that overheard, and lightened Hana's mood somewhat. They smiled at each other.

"Hmm," Reborn said, smirking to himself, proud of his choices for Tsuna's family. "Don't worry, I'll send someone to look for her. And if they managed to escape alive, Gokudera and Yamamoto should be back by now."

Kyoko had the image of a smirking hit man with a fedora conjured in her mind that sent shivers down her spine. She wondered briefly what it was her two friends were escaping from, but decided quickly she really didn't want to know. She had long since learned how obliviousness could be so good for her mental health.

"Ah. H-Hai." And then the call ended just as the two guardians came running towards them, not a drop of sweat in sight. They were remarkably pale, but she decided to ignore that.

Kyoko smiled and offered them drinks she had prepared—it was obvious they weren't hurt, so excessive fussing was useless—while Chrome greeted them with a sly smile, her uniform flashing between her Kokuyo ones and her Namimori ones, making Gokudera's head ache and his scowl deepen.

"Congratulations, you're alive," the eye-patched girl 'chirped'. Hana laughed as a stick of dynamite flew towards Chrome, which she easily deflected with her trident, making it bounce over to one of the police cars on standby—they still haven't caught the mugger—and exploded.

Oops.

They all looked as people panicked and the police turned frantic. One thought flashed in their minds. Tsuna's gonna flip.

And flip he did, but that's a story for later. For now, let's get back to Nisa who was waking up to face her kidnappers for the thirty-first time.

The girl looked at the same identically ugly faces and sighed. If they had looked human at least, maybe I could have stopped trying to escape and succumbed to Stockholm syndrome. As it is, I'm stuck with the alien-looking ones. Damn, they don't even look like monkeys anymore. They're extra-terrestrial. The bad looking kind.

She subtly moved her hands to her pockets and found the tiny tracker. She pressed the button and scoffed. And they're stupid to boot! After the thirteenth attempt, you'd think they'd have learned to take my belongings from me before I woke. They didn't even take my phone! Honestly, they're just as bad as the freaking police.

Stupid, stupid people indeed.

Nisa wondered how they found her, but then the trip hadn't been the most subtle one. It's been featured in several news casts—'a multi-national corporation sponsoring a trip to Italy for basically no reason' hang by their heads like a giant target mark. The kidnappers no doubt thought that once they were out of Namimori, they could take Nisa without the Demon Prefect biting them to death.

Nisa hoped they were wrong, but they usually were so really, she wasn't worried. Her tracker was programmed to send SOS signals to Hibari's Foundation Group, after all. He'll be here in no time. She doubted Hibari would care what happened to her more than biting people to death, though, so she really hoped someone else would come…

BOOM.

Nisa winced. Jinxed it, heh?

"I was hoping for the swordsman, not bomber man! Do they come in package or something?" It was sad that she didn't even expect the police to come anymore.

The metal door to the dingy storehouse opened—more like sliced into several pieces, really—and in came her saviors. Her captors panicked, fumbling with their guns and daggers while cursing non-stop. Oh, Kami, they're so uncool. One fired off a gunshot, shooting one of his 'friends'.

"What the—" said friend didn't get to complain much. There was a 'crack' and then he fell down like a limp vegetable.

As the smoke cleared, the dreaded faces dominated Nisa's view, and before she could blink, all thirteen of her kidnappers were on the ground, unconscious, and in pain, if their ominous groans were anything to go by.

The smiling face of Yamamoto, holding a large wooden sword over his shoulder and the scowling Gokudera greeted her. Nisa swallowed.

Totally jinxed it. She should have wished for Hibari instead.

"Herbivores."

And…she jinxed it again. Now they're all here! The demon prefect, the crazy swordsman and the bomber man! Nisa groaned. Her life must be so messed up if she felt safer with her kidnappers than her schoolmates.

"Yo," Yamamoto said cheerfully. "We came to save you."

I wish you didn't.

"Untie her already so we can leave," Gokudera snapped. Yamamoto raised his hand in a mock salute before holding his sword out. It was metal—surprise, surprise—and pointed at her.

"Uh, Ya-Yamamoto-kun," her feeble complaints fell on deaf ears as a dark and tense air suddenly surrounded the black-haired teen. Before she knew it, he was swinging wildly at her. Nisa closed her eyes and shrieked.

Oh, God. Save her.

"Done," Yamamoto chirped. And when she opened her eyes—she's alive!—Yamamoto was his usual smiling self in front of her, his sword wooden once more.

"How—"she started, curiosity running rampant before she stopped herself.

Ignorance is a bliss. She loved bliss. So, no, she wouldn't ask.

"Couldn't you have used a normal method, you sword freak?" Gokudera barked. Like, barked.

"Maa, maa. Isn't it fine?" Yamamoto answered before all of them paled as Hibari closed in on them.

"Herbivores, if you aren't gone from this place in ten seconds," he flashed his silver tonfa and glared menacingly. "I'll bite you to death."

Nisa's heart stopped, and then suddenly, she was being hoisted over the shoulder of a very uncheerful Yamamoto and carried like a sack of rice away from there.

"Ja-ja na, Kyouya!" She faintly registered Yamamoto's voice sending a trembling goodbye to the prefect—Kyouya?—before she was knocked unconscious for the second time that day, this time unintentional as Yamamoto turned a corner a knocked her head off on a wall.

It hurt, but at least she wasn't awake as the three of them scampered away from there in the speed of light. That wouldn't have been pretty.

That night, Nisa awoke to her friends' crying. Yamamoto and Gokudera spent the night frozen in Zero Point Breakthrough: First Edition for waking the ire of their boss.

Kyoko and Hana shuddered in the corner. Hibari was locked in his Japanese-style room. Everyone else just...stayed away.

Haru smiled sadly before proceeding to use them as target practice, confirming the fact that Zero Point Breakthrough: First Edition, was indeed unbreakable. That is, until she used flame-enforced bullets.

All of them dreaded the day those two finally got together.

They hoped it wouldn't be anytime soon.