Being in a plane with Mukuro Rokudo was absolutely the most horrible thing that could happen to him.

Hibari tried his best to ignore Mukuro's idle chatter and looked out the window. The plane had yet to leave the airport; it was due to leave in ten minutes, according to the flight attendant and she'd better be right lest she want to be bitten to death. The longer he was on the plane, the longer he would have to tolerate the incessant blabbering of a certain illusionist, or at least try to tolerate. He couldn't make any promises that no blood would be shed, especially since his temper was almost at it's boiling point.

"Have you ever been on a plane before, Kyouya?" Mukuro asked idly, snapping Hibari out of his violent thoughts, smiling at his friend happily. He has always wanted to bring Kyouya to Italy to show him where he was from and all the wonderful places to see. Though he left his homeland when he was little, and he never did have a wonderful childhood, it just felt special going there with his best friend and left him feeling giddier than he had ever been in his entire life.

Hibari shook his head and continued to stare out the window. He was hoping that sleep would find him soon but the uncomfortable seats were nothing more but annoyances to him. It was almost odd however, since Hibari often found himself falling asleep in the oddest places (the oddest being under the bleachers of the track and field on one of the hotter days of summer). Despite that, there was something he found soothing in the thought of being in the air.

"It's your first time!" Mukuro cheered happily. "It's not all that enjoyable, aside from the turbulence," he chuckled lightly and leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. "It takes around fifteen hours to get to Italy," he informed the raven-haired boy. "You might as well get some sleep, Kyouya. You haven't gone to sleep since yesterday." His face contorted to that of frustrated worry and he let one eye peek open to give Hibari a sidelong glance, "Actually, I don't think you've been sleeping properly as of late. Is something wrong, Kyouya?"

Hibari gave Mukuro a pointed glance. "Were you spying on me?" he whispered harshly, fingers twitching in irrational irritation, and the penchant to punch the other's face in was almost too much to resist. He let his nails dig into the hard material of the armrest to keep himself at bay. He has never been on a fight on a plane and he was not entirely sure if he would survive hundred thousand foot drop or if he would even survive the high air pressure. The thought was able to subdue him for the moment and he tried to relax.

"It's not spying per se, Kyouya. I just know you really well," he said and reached his hands to trace his thumbs under Hibari's eyes. "You have dark circles under your eyes, too. You've never had these before."

Hibari slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me," he hissed, his glare still in place. It pissed him off that Mukuro didn't know the meaning of personal space. Ever since arriving in this universe, Mukuro has been hugging him and linking their arms together despite his constant death threats. The Italian boy was so close to kissing him once as a greeting. He was just glad that Dino was with him at the time and he was able to use the blond as a human shield.

He had to admit that the awkward accidental kiss that the two shared was extremely funny. The dual look of shock and confusion on their faces were priceless and he regretted the fact that he didn't have a camera with him to preserve that moment that would never happen again forever. In the list of all the ridiculous faces that Mukuro has ever made, that one would win the gold for most entertaining.

"Geeze, so grumpy today, aren't we?" Mukuro mused out loud but retracted his hands anyway, lest he risk getting bitten again. "Go to sleep, Kyouya. You'll need it." He leaned over to give Hibari a kiss on the cheek but was promptly shoved away and snarled at by Hibari, whose fuse was short and burning faster than hair in a blaze.

"Please buckle your seat belts. The plane is now leaving the terminal," the stewardess informed, moving from aisle to aisle to help those who needed it. She gave the standard instructions and what to do before the plane took off.

Mukuro reached over and buckled Hibari's seat belt for him. "Safety first," he said with a smile before buckling his own seat belt and dodging the bite directed at his arm. He leaned back and closed his eyes, determined to get some shuteye before getting to Italy. "Kyouya," he said, eyes still closed, "sleep."

Hibari didn't like that Mukuro was telling him what to do but sleep sounded really nice at the moment and as the plane took off, the weird ticklish feeling one gets when on planes made Hibari a little nauseous but the prefect found sleep soon enough.

It was a little later on in the flight that Mukuro found himself staring fondly at Hibari. He looked much more gentle and relaxed in his sleep, and as he brushed a few strands of hair away from the other boy's face, he remembered his best friend. He was hoping that his Kyouya was doing fine because from what vague information Hibari gave him, his alternate self sounded like a sadistic psychopath and Hibari's arch nemesis.

He sighed a little disappointedly and leaned back on his chair, closing his eyes. Quite frankly, though Kyouya was his very best friend no matter what happened, he wished that this Kyouya would go back to wherever he was from already. It was taxing taking care of him and making excuses for his rude and rather stand-offish disposition. It was getting harder and harder covering up for him as each minute ticked away. Nonetheless, he would do anything for his friend, even if said friend didn't see him as a friend at the moment.

In his pensive thoughts, Mukuro hadn't noticed that Hibari had woken up at least an hour later and was staring at his face in genuine curiosity. The prefect stared at Mukuro, wondering what he was thinking about as he gazed so intently out the window. It was either about Chrome and her well being, his pathetic little Kokuyo group or a sneaky trap for some unsuspecting victim he may choose.

Or how he was going to kill him.

He was still paranoid about Mukuro despite the time they've spent together and he doesn't exactly know why that bother's him slightly. He shrugged, it concerns the illusionist, so he shouldn't bother himself with it because he was annoying and not to be trusted and that's the way it is and how it has always been.

He shook his head, no. That isn't true. The Mukuro beside him is NOT the Mukuro he knows. He growled quietly so as not disrupt Mukuro from his pensive silence because he constantly had to remind himself that they were not the same person. It was frustrating that he couldn't exactly convince himself that they weren't the same person because if anything were to happen, if this Mukuro were to decide that he no longer wished to help him and instead make his life a living hell, he would be in a whole lot of unnecessary problems that he could have avoided. He had to at least be the slightest bit civil. "What are you staring at?" he asked, once he decided that maybe if he listened to Mukuro's voice he could tune out the other passengers noise.

The illusionist snapped himself out of his stupor and directed his gaze towards Hibari who was, oddly enough, staring at him with fairly curious eyes and a slight upturn in his lip in what he assumed to be bemusement. "I'm sorry, what was that?" he asked. "I didn't quite catch what you said."

Hibari let out a huff of breath and an amused little sound that didn't go unnoticed to Mukuro's ears, and leaned back against his seat. "I don't like repeating myself," he replied, voice a little bit angry but a small playful smirk on his lips. He turned his attention to the screen in front of the passengers, an old black and white film being played. "Do you know what movie they're playing?" He asked in simple interest.

Mukuro turned his direction to the screen as well and let out a chuckle. "My, my, Kyouya, I can't believe that you don't even know this classic movie," he replied, offering Hibari a sly grin.

Hibari scoffed. "It's in English, for your information, a language I am not fluent in," he replied with a roll of his eyes. "And even if I could understand, I wouldn't watch something that looks so ridiculous."

"I stick my neck out for no one!" Mukuro quoted the movie with the expression to match. "It's called Casabalnca, Kyouya, and if you ask me, I'd say you could pass of as Rick what with that aloof attitude of yours," he said as the credits began to roll on the screen and other people stretched their arms in the air.

Hibari stretched as well but gave Mukuro an almost scathing look but made no comment. He made the horrible decision of asking what that movie was because it only sparked the enthusiasm and imagination of the illusionist who could, if he wanted to (which he look like he did) could make anything he wanted to in a blink of an eye. He dreaded what plans he had in store.

Mukuro pulled down the tray meant for food at the back of the seat in front of his. "Now I think we could do that, you know! Reenact Casablanca! You can be Rick and I can be Sam and maybe my precious little Chrome can be Ilsa," he said excitedly, snapping his fingers to show miniature versions of themselves in the respective costumes. The little Chrome was sitting next to the little Mukuro on a piano, the little Mukuro having a small argument with the little Chrome. When the little Mukuro started playing, the little Hibari came storming in with a scowl on his face and his lips moved and Hibari could make out that he was berating the little Mukuro but stopped in his tracks at the sight of Chrome.

Mukuro seemed more than amused at being the puppeteer behind it an continued, except now he was voicing over the characters lines in japanese and it was a little amusing to hear Mukuro attempt a girl's voice.

"Do you memorize the whole movie or something?" Hibari asked, resting his elbow on the armrest that he shared with Mukuro so he could lean over and pick up the little Mukuro by the scruff of his shirt, using his thumb and forefinger. He grinned as the small illusionist struggled and glared at him and screamed voicelessly at him. "I'm a silly little man in a silly suit and I am a herbivore," Hibari said in a voice that was made to sound like Mukuro. The little Mukuro just glared more and crossed his arms over his chest.

In turn, Mukuro picked up the little Hibari as well. "I'm Kyouya and I am grumpy but I am like a cute little kid because I like sweets and small animals because they're cute," he voiced, not even attempting to sound like his friend. Both Hibari's glared at him and he chuckled, making the miniature people disappear.

Hibari leaned back against his chair again. "How much longer till the we get there?" he asked, feeling better now that he's gotten some sleep and entertainment. Food would probably escalate his mood more so than it already was and he was still feeling sleepy and in between being logical and daydreaming and he felt so relaxed.

"Maybe eight more hours?" Mukuro said with a shrug. He stretched his arms and got out of his seat and stretched his legs in the aisle. "I'm going to go to the bathroom," he informs Hibari when he's given a questioning look and smiled. "That and my leg feels numb and I'd like very much to walk around a bit" he said and waved and finally left for the comfort room.

Hibari stood up as well and walked into the aisle and stretched a bit as well. After he heard the satisfying crack of his bones, he yawned again and reached for his carry on bag and set in on Mukuro's seat to retrieve the book he was reading before he got on. He pulled it out, the Japanese translation of Shakespeare's "Taming of the Shrew" and he put his bag back and sat back down and began reading.

When Mukuro came back, he had a look on his face that seemed like he was hiding something. Hibari put his book down to give him a searching look. "What are you planning," he asked with a frown. He folded the corner of the page and stared at Mukuro.

Just when Mukuro was about to reply, the stewardess presented them with a cup of coffee that she placed in front of Mukuro and a glass of orange juice for Hibari. She gave them both a slice of cake and bade them a good day.

"I thought you might like a snack," he said, picking up the packet of sugar and adding it to his coffee.

A certain Hibari Kyouya was a little more that happy when their plane was finally descending; more than ready to get up and leave and finish his business as soon as possible. He drummed his fingers over the armrest, watching out the window as the black top seemed to grow bigger as each second passed. He did his best to ignore the happy aura he was feeling beside him.

Mukuro smiled daintily, chuckling a bit to himself as Hibari grew impatient. "Kyouya dear, you cannot urge the plane to go any faster than this so relax. We have all the time in the world," he informed, slightly regretting it when he received a particularly painful punch to his arm. He stuck his tongue out in retaliation.

The prefect slumped in his seat and folded his arms over his chest with a small huff. He hated to admit it but Mukuro was right, but that didn't mean that he had to stop mentally instructing the plane to go faster.

Being cooped up in a flying box for longer than ten hours was driving him mad and more impatient. He stared out the window. As of late, he's been having, he hated to admit, some mood swings. At one point he was feeling playful and actually almost a tad bit happy when he was with Mukuro despite the illusionists lengthy conversations with him, but at the next moment he was all snark and sarcasm and maybe a little bit violent.

The thought that he, Hibari Kyouya, the head of the disciplinary committee for 3 years and counting, could not even mollify his own emotions. It was pathetic and only fueled a self-loathing that he had developed since arriving in this universe and also added fuel to the fire that represented his growing hatred for anything that annoyed him.

"Kyouya."

Everything was annoying. Even himself. He was just so angry at everything at the moment as the plane made its slow decent. He would really like to beat something into a bloody mess; he had to be honest with himself. Or at least commit public vandalism via destruction of public materials or causing just enough trouble to par with his irritation.

"Kyouya."

Hibari turned his head to the left to glare, only to have his cheek collide with the illusionist's extended index finger. "What" he said, batting away the other boy's hand away from his face, irritation painting his features. He didn't need to say more for Mukuro to understand what was going on through his mind and he gnashed his teeth together in frustrated vexation. Mukuro was getting better at reading his emotions as well, even when he tried his best to hide them behind his mas of indifference.

"Relax," he said again, cooing gently and coaxing. "Even if we were magically at the terminal already, our scheduled appointment with Byakuran-san isn't until tomorrow, late afternoon," he reminded with a placid look on his face. "When we land, we go to our hotel, grab a bite to eat and maybe take a tour of Italy! All work and no play doesn't sound like any fun now, does it?" He was more than excited to re-explore his roots with his friend, and the thought only increased his excitement, which he neatly disguised under a look of mild interest.

"I'm not here to have fun. I'm here to get back to where I belong," Hibari retorted, feeling all the more foul at the fact that he had forgotten about the schedule they were assigned. Begrudgingly, he accepted his fate, which was to spend a few more long hours with the insufferable prick known as Mukuro Rokudo. Sometimes he wondered if the world was out to get him or something. It was a laughable idea, but at times like these it seemed more likely than not.

"No need to be a party pooper, Kyouya," Mukuro chided playfully. "I fully intend to make sure that you enjoy your time here, even if you are going to be the stubborn little brat you're being right now," he said with a chuckle, poking Hibari's nose in a show of friendly affection. He knew well enough now to retract his finger before the raven-haired boy had a chance to bite him again.

"Humph," Hibari retaliated lamely. He glared at Mukuro's reflection in the window, hoping that somehow the illusionist would magically appear outside and explode due to high air pressure. "I'm not paying for anything," he added as an after thought. The light grumbling of his stomach seemed happy with this statement and he was going to make sure that he would exploit Mukuro's kindness to the fullest while it lasted. He was going to eat to his hearts content and though he seemed to have a lanky build, Hibari Kyouya could consume enough food to feed a group of five.

Mukuro chuckled again. "You don't have to pay for anything, Kyouya," he said, pulling his wallet out from his back pocket. He pulled out a platinum credit card from the wallet and flashed it at his friend. "Neither do I have to pay for anything! This vacation is paid for by our ever beloved boss," he added with a quirk of his lips and a sly look in his eyes. He'll be damned if had to pay for anything; Italy wasn't exactly a cheap place and money was hard to come by, especially for a boy living off on part-time job earnings and the occasional allowance from the mafia.

Hibari sat up a little properly and took the card from Mukuro's hand and stared. The card was entitled to the 10th Vongola boss and he couldn't help but smirk a little bit. He was pretty sure that the 9th boss trusted Sawada well enough to spend the money responsibly. He handed the card back to Mukuro and leaned back with a satisfied yet challenging look on his face. "You aren't as useless as I initially thought you were," he said, finally letting up a bit and relaxing, even if for only a moment. Maybe a vacation wasn't a bad idea.

"Oh, I'm flattered, Kyouya," Mukuro replied, leaning back as well with a mischievous smile plastered across his face. Though he did hold respect for Sawada Tsunayoshi, he absolutely loved messing around with the brunet since it was so pleasing to see him flustered when presented with another trivial problem or two. "Do you, perchance, want to go to the fanciest restaurant that Palermo has to offer?"

Hibari scoffed, bemused. Maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as he thought. "I don't see why not," he said, flashing the illusionist a wicked grin, pearly whites and all. "Entertain me, Rokudo."

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