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Before the Bullet
Chapter Eight: Mafiosi on a Plane
Being a native of a small town with a well developed transportation system, Tsuna was not use to riding in cars. Even in the future, he had only been in a car twice. Secret subways, motorbikes, his own feet, and, on the rare occasion, boats were far less noticeable to the Millefiore.
He was pretty sure his nervousness about being in a car was from the company, not the transport type. Except for the fact he was in a limo. Well, pretty damn close to a limo—his mother had squealed when she saw it pull in front of the house. Rolls Rice Phantom Six, or something she called the car. Nana stressed for him to be careful not to harm anything; the car was very expensive.
Tsuna tried to avoid even moving a muscle, half wondering if he could stop his own heart. Not for the sake of the care but for the two people on either side of him. He did not dare move to his left; Fumiko wore a mostly black kimono with delicate white embrowdry, a red obi, and a pure white muffler that lie on her lap. Hibari sat on his right.
"Rember Sawada-san, I am your albi, so make up a story about being at my family's home in Aomori. Do ask Kyouya-kun for details to make it more believable."
Tsuna looked at Hibari. The interenet would be a much safer source.
Stepping on the plane, Tsuna realized a very important factor they had not taken in account for their trip to Italy; someone would have to sit by a crowded Hibari. Hibari seemed to realize this at the exact moment. His fists clenched and he turned to glare at Tsuna.
Tsuna held up his hands and attempted a peace offering. "Would you like an outside or a window seat, Hibari?"
"You owe me for this." Stalking over to their seats like a sulking cat, Hibari settled in the seat next to the window. He leaned against the window and stared out the window.
Tsuna took the seat next to him—as much as he wanted to find a seat on the other side of the plane, he couldn't inflict Hibari on another—and shifted as far to the next seat as the armrest would allow. The plane seats were cushy but cramped. This is going to be a long ride. Tsuna checked his ticket. Twelve and a half hours until the plane would stop in Germany.
A suited man took the outside seat of their row. Tsuna smiled but the man looked away. Really long ride. Maybe I will be able to sleep.
Tsuna doubted it; he imagined the plane would be quite loud, with the machinery and people. Luckily, few families with children were on born. Tsuna smiled and glanced over to check on Hibari.
Who was already asleep.
Wonder if he's ever been on a plane before? Tsuna himself had never left Japan. He had ran (sometimes literally) all over the Japanese Islands but the both Vongola and Byakuran came to Japan for him. Hibari had to have left Japan. I doubt the Vongola would have let me stay in Japan. Then again… Tsuna had a hard time imagining anyone bossing Hibari around. Unless Reborn made him.
Reborn would have definitely forced Hibari to go to Italy and, just to be a bastard, Reborn would have sat Tsuna next to an angry Hibari. Tsuna glared at Hibari's sleeping form. Reborn must have a hand in fate.
After a long and paranoia inducing instruction on flight safety measures, the flight attendant called for passengers to buckle their seatbelts, put the trays in the upright position, and prepare for lift off.
The plane shook as it moved and a sound Tsuna had only heard before in sci fi anime when plasma guns were powered up filled the whole plane. Then the plane lifted into the air. Tsuna's stomach plummeted.
Tsuna watched in awed disbleif as Hibari slept through the plane taking off.
Foreign movies were weird. Especially without sound. Tsuna had tried to copy the salary man sitting next to him, but appararently the middle seats did not have the same set up as the aisle seat.
Tsuna wasn't sure what he was watching. The cartoon had an oddly shaped guy that didn't wear much, an awkward yellow dress, pink elephants, and blue monkeys.
That was at least better than the next movie. The second film was live action and featured babies. Tsuna did not have a clue to the plot but the babies talking to each other—at least, that's what he thought they were doing—gave him a horrible feeling of de ja vu.
"Thank you for riding. We are about to land in Frankfurt, Germany. Please keep seat belts on until the light goes off. Have a nice afternoon!"
Tsuna stretched; muscles ached yet the movement felt good. Ugh, never thought I would want to be in gym.
Hibari still lay against the window, asleep.
"Hibari." Tsuna called out softly.
Hibari didn't budge. Not even when a passanger dropped a suitcase and Tsuna squeaked.
Carefully, Tsuna extended a finger to poke Hibari. A shove from behind him had Tsuna over the armrest and nearly in Hibari's lap.
Hibari definitely woke up with a hiss. "I will bite you to death, herbivore."
Tsuna gulped. "We have to get to the next plane first!"
Hibari didn't look swayed.
"If you attack me now, the airport will detain you and crowd and it will all be a pain and—"
Hibari shoved his hand over Tsuna's mouth. "I am sure we will be able to find a suitable place to continue this conversation in Italy."
Hibari stood up and cracked his neck.
"Can the conversation wait until after we find Byakuran? Please?"
"Delaying pain does not help."
But what ever is left of my ego will be in better shape if I get pummeled in a less than public place. Tsuna turned and went down the aisle.
"Gamma-san!" Tsuna shouted once he saw the blond. Confidant that Hibari would follow, he made his way through the heavy crowd.
"Hey. Our planes down the hall." Gamma tilted his head in the direction. "Your stuff went ahead, right?"
Tsuna nodded. "How have you been, Gamma-san?"
"Just call me Gamma. Never got use to that title thing. I'm doing fine." Gamma smirked in a way that was familiar to Tsuna. Gokudera had a similar expression when he set out to do something and did it better than expected. Though that self-satisfied look disappeared if Tsuna complimented him on it and then Gokudera's expression was more akin to a puppy.
"What were you doing in Germany again?"
His smirk widened. "Negotiating a deal."
Tsuna's snort was echoed by Hibari.
"Oh, and I saw the gray-haired kid a week ago, before I left Italy. He didn't seem to know me but then again, he kind of looked sick…but he was still playing the piano."
Poor Gokudera. Bianchi's cooking is your personal hell, isn't it? Before meeting the mafiosa hitman, Tsuna never thought he would turn down food and sweets reguraly. He couldn't imagine actually having to eat the Poison Cooking. "So Gokudera too does not remember."
Tsuna had doubted Gokudera retained any idea of the future. If he had, Tsuna had no doubt the bomber would have made it to Japan and either glued himself to Tsuna or stalk him. Looks like it's just Hibari, Gamma, and I. Tsuna sighed; he would love to have his family again but he dared not interfere with their pasts.
"How was the plane ride?"
Over twelve hours of misery. "Fine. We probably should get going so we don't miss the plane?"
"Why couldn't we have first class seats?" Tsuna grumbled, sitting between Hibari (at the window seat, sleeping again) and Gamma. "Or at least give Hibari a seat up front."
"The Giglio Nero are having money problems—and will for a couple more months."
"Really? What happens then?"
"Luche takes over." Gamma smiled and Tsuna couldn't help but return it.
"Ah—oh, and I will pay you back some day."
"Just kill Byakuran."
Tsuna nodded and opened his mouth to ask more about Luche but a familiar, loud voice interrupted.
"Our seats are over here!" A man called out, in Japanese, in the center row, just ahead of them. "I think we have good seats this time, Basil-chan."
Fuck.
"Isn't that…" Gamma leaned in the aisle to get a better look.
Tsuna did not have to look to know the identity of that voice. Why now?
"I believe any seat away from the bathroom will be a great improvement from last time, Sawada-dono." Basil's voice was much higher and just as soft.
"The Vongola's Consulenza Esterna Della Fami—"
A tonfa flashed across Tsuna and hit Gamma's side.
"Du verdammter Arschficker!"
Tsuna pulled Gamma away from the aisle, shoving Hibari back. "If he notices us, we're in deep shit."
The tonfa hit him in the head. "Sorry, Hibari."
"What makes you think he would care about me or even care about who I am?" Gamma crossed his arms.
"Let's take no chances." Turning towards Hibari he asked, "Where did you hide your tonfa? Wait, were did it go know?"
Hibari just smirked.
Boxes and rings aren't available for several more years. Tsuna sighed; Hibari may have spent much of the future researching but he could care less about sharing information on anything. "Let's just lie low, okay? We only have a few more hours."
Twenty more minutes. Tsuna smiled. Hibari was asleep. Gamma had fallen asleep after downing several glasses of wine. His dad and Basil had not noticed him.
"Basil-chan, have I told you about my son yet?" Iemitsu's voice broke through the queit of plane.
Why can't you be sleeping like the rest of the plane?
Basil was a bit harder to hear. "You have mentioned I bear some resemblance to him, Sawada-dono."
"Ah, but only in cuteness. Let's see, ah, here's a photo. Isn't he cute?"
"Yes, Sawada-dono."
Tsuna blushed, wonder what picture his father had.
"And this one was at his third birthday."
Oh, God no.
"He really hated clothing at that age. He practically only wore his cake that day." Iemitsu laughed loudly. "He managed to run half way around the neighborhood naked and covered in cake before my sweet Nana-chan managed to grab him."
Tsuna checked Gamma and Hibari. Both were still asleep. Tsuna sighed in relief. Damn you Iemitsu!
"Mmm, drank a little too much coffee. Excuse me, Basil-chan."
Tsuna saw his father's head above the seats and cursed. He was heading towards the bathroom—towards Tsuna. Shitshitshitshit.
Tsuna twisted in the seat and leaned against Hibari so his face was against his shoulder. Hibari tensed underneath him. Tsuna did not dare to check. Once footsteps passed, Tsuna whispered, "Sorry Hibari, but it's Iemitsu."
Hibari shifted, leaning against him more. Tsuna peeked up at his face. Wow. He's still asleep. Flying must take a lot out of him—he's slept, what, twenty hours?
Tsuna stayed perfectly still until footsteps passed again. He settled back in his seat.
Hibari followed, still sleeping, and settled in a mimic of Tsuna's earlier position—his head against Tsuna's neck. Tsuna squeaked.
Perhaps the sound disturbed his sleep; Hibari bit down on Tsuna's neck. Hard.
"Hii—" Tsuna slammed a hand over his mouth before the blossoming scream could get loud.
Hibari seemed content to nibble on the sore flesh.
What the fuck is he dreaming about—food?
Over the speakers, the flight attendant asked the passengers to buckle their seat belts and prepare for landing. Tsuna tried to push Hbari back into his seat but Hibari started biting hard again.
"Stop laughing, Gamma."
Gamma stopped, but smirked. "That's one big hickey."
"Shut up."
Rolls Rice Phantom Six—ingnore my lame humor or laugh at it. Not as amazingly rare as the Rolls Royce Phantom IV, which is basically a state car for the owners of the last existing sixteen(eighteen were made), I actually like how the Phantom VI looks more and thought since there were 374 made, Fumiko would more likely have one than a IV. (BTW, I am not the most car minded person.)
Aomori, Hibari Fumiko's hometown is near Hokkaido (Northern most island) while still being on Honshu (island Tokyo is on). I'm assuming Namimori is on Honshu. It seems very suburban Tokyo-ish.
Apparently from Osaka to Rome (though in the fic I used Florence as the destination; Rome was my original idea) is less airtime than Osaka to Chicago (opposite direction, of course). Lucky Tsuna.
The no sound thing is my own experience. Ironically, the movie was Horton Hears a Who. I have yet to watch this with sound.
Did anyone else get the impression Gamma was German? Or at least the Nazi ideal?
Don't you just love parental stories?
Posted: June 1, 2009