Chapter 52:

Look Everywhere

I feel that I have to warn you about this now before you guys actually kill me. By now you should all know that my arcs last around 8 chapters or so (excluding the introduction one which was waaaaayyyy longer). This one is no different, meaning we're not going to find him for a few more chapters yet. And that means the possibility of more cliff hangers, so prepare yourselves now.

And did anyone else notice the link between the last chapter of Reborn! and the first opening of the anime? Both use the phrase "An Angel Without Wings". I thought calling Reborn an angel without wings was so touching.

The doors to his office open and he runs and jumps on them. He didn't care who it was, it could be Cloud or even Reborn for all he cared. Delicate yet strong arms catch him and barely stop them from tumbling to the floor.

"Ah, Sky, are you okay?"

"Storm! I lost him!" wails Sky. Storm strokes Sky's back in a robotic manner, still not knowing what has made his Boss like this.

"Juudaime, you're going to have to explain that. Did you lose Natsu? Or has Cloud not reported in again?" Storm tries to calm Juudaime down, guiding him into the room so he can close the door.

Sky takes in a deep breath and lets go of Storm before pacing infront of his desk. "I sat there and watched and I-…I…" Realising that he's not making sense, Juudaime stops and faces his Right Hand Man. "It's Chibi. He's been kidnapped."

Storm's eyes widen and he takes a breath in. "He was what? But… that's impossible!"

Sky nods before looking down at his hands. "I watched, Gokudera. I was sat in a tree and watched the kidnapper take him. I SAT there and WATCHED!" Now Storm knew why his Boss was in such a state, Juudaime didn't like being helpless. It stemmed from his resolve not to slip back into being Dame-Tsuna.

"I know I'm not supposed to interfere in that world more than necessary, but still… What if he died? They are on a different timeline than us so it's possible. This could be the moment that he died in that dimension. We never did check their future. It could be that moment and all I did was sit and watch! We can't have him die now Gokudera. Too much is riding on him. But I can't- I can't go back there."

"Juudaime," Gokudera sighs, understanding the pain Sky was in.

"I know Storm, I know. I've just got to let things run their course." Taking in a deep breath he settles himself. "So anyway, what did you come in here for?"

"Ah, just the thing to get your mind off of this Juudaime…" Storm hurriedly explains the contents of the folder he was holding before bowing himself out of the room so Juudaime could think in peace.

But strangely enough, Storm leaves with a bright smile on his face.

"They took him from you."

"That's certainly a slight towards the Vindice."

"Are you really going to allow someone to take what is yours?"

"I wonder what they've done to him?"

"That's right, they could be torturing him for information as we speak."

"They could be breaking his fragile skin with a knife."

"They might have beaten him into submission."

"Drugged him to sleep."

"Are you really going to let them get away with this?"

"Don't you want to find him?"

"Don't you want…"

"Revenge?"

The Vindice watch as Night Flames flicker angrily around Bermuda-sama, whispering words of encouragement, making their Boss as angry as possible. Their Flames thrived on Revenge, it was their power source. So making Bermuda-sama feel like extracting Revenge on those who took what was theirs was the easiest way to tap into the well of power he had. It was by his orders too.

"Enough." Bermuda orders, letting go of his concentration and therefore his Flames. He places down the small piece of black mirror on the table before rubbing his temples.

"Did you find him, Bermuda-sama?" asks Jager, pushing Bermuda down into a chair.

"All I saw was black. Whoever has him currently has Tsunayoshi in a dark place without any light. Every time was the same thing. No matter how many times I looked, all I saw was black." Bermuda lifts his hat off before fanning himself with it. After a few seconds to regain a little energy, Bermuda places it back on. "I need to check up on the others."

"Bermuda-sama, do you have enough Flames left for that? You really should rest." Pushes Junk. They all took good care of Bermuda. He was the one keeping them alive, so if Bermuda didn't have enough Flames left by the time they ran out, it was game over. Although currently that wouldn't be for a while. They had recharged merely from the residual energy Bermuda-sama had been leaking whilst using the mirror.

"I shall be fine! Dost thou dare to defy me!" Bermuda shouts, slamming a hand down on the table. When no one answers back or even moves, Bermuda turns back to the mirror. He pushes his Night Flames into the mirror and watches as an image of Viper comes into clarity.

"We… need… to go to… to the…"

As soon as Bermuda heard those words, he opened a portal and stepped through it. In a blink he was standing in the Estraneo House, next to Viper. Those behind bars jump, not feeling his presence arrive. The girl quivers, nearly crying as she cuddles the plush owl harder. The three young males all stand ready to defend themselves. Viper turns to look at him, hardly having reacted at all. Nearly a year with Bermuda warping around the place had gotten her used to it. Plus she was far more apt at reading changes in auras and Flame than the four before her was.

"Come." Bermuda orders, grabbing her hand and pulling her to her feet. She seemed just as tired out and Flameless as he was. He takes a side glance at the reason for her tiredness. The experiment #69, Rokudo Mukuro. Bermuda reckoned that he'd have to keep an eye on him. He'd dealt with a lot of Estraneo experiments in his time, nearly all that were set free ended up in his prison and he had a sneaking feeling that unless the boy turned out to be useful, Mukuro was going to end up there also.

With a final portal, the pair arrive in the forest near to their house. They take a few more steps towards the road and find a small clearing.

And there, proudly and oh so innocently placed right in the centre are Tsunayoshi's shoes. They couldn't be anyone else's since this was a pair that Luce had attacked and made into Lion's paws.

Bermuda stalks over to stand infront of them and notices a piece of paper rolled up inside one of them. Bending down he picks it up and unrolls it. Viper walks over and looks over his shoulder (he was of a similar height).

To the Strongest in the Italian Mafia.

We invite you to play a game with the Diablo.

Come unless you want your Angel to be killed by Demonios.

Tick Tock, you're on the clock.

The True Arco Iris.

The pair were furious. The pair were livid. The pair were ready for blood to be spilled. Viper wasn't with the Varia for nothing, she had her mean streak too. Whoever had taken Her Tsunayoshi would be nothing more than broken vegetables by the time she was finished with their minds. He was an excellent source of income and he still hadn't paid off his debt yet!

Someone had dared to take Tsunayoshi over a mere challenge? What happened to the old fashioned glove slap? Or even a nice letter? But no, they had chosen this method and Bermuda wasn't going to allow it.

The pair's auras can be felt over most of Mafia Row, immediately drawing the other Arcobaleno to them.

"Hey, we know which country Tsunayoshi is in, kora!" Shouts Colonnello as the pair come into view.

"He's in-"

"Spain."

Colonnello stops when he realises that Viper and Bermuda just said what he'd said. The other Arcobaleno look surprised too.

Bermuda hands the challenge note over before he can rip it into shreds.

"Now my Thoughtography makes sense. It was giving me the place where Tsunayoshi was. When considering the land mass that is Spain and Portugal, it is a vague square shape." Viper considers, sneezing once again to prove her point.

"Indeed. When Fuuta was ranking countries, all of the others were in the area surrounding Spain. France is right above and Germany above that. England in north over the Channel and Italy is east across the Mediterranean." Verde explains.

"G-g-guys…" Stutters Skull, who had gone over to look at the shoes instead. "Shouldn't w-we be more worried by this?" Skull lifts up one shoe and points to the dark red stain on it.

Verde walks over and snatches the shoe out of Skull's grasp before gathering up the other one and walking back towards their house.

"Spanish Trash, eh?" growls out Xanxus.

"I believe that it should be Basura, Bossu." Giggles Lussuria, only to be rewarded with a wine glass thrown at him.

"Xanxus, please be more civil." Chides Nono, before turning back to Reborn and Luce. "I shall see what I can do for you, although I'm sure that Mammon must know more than I do."

Reborn lowers his fedora, and Luce gives a nervous smile. "I'm sure she does. However she is not in the best condition at the moment. Her and Rokudo Mukuro are currently passed out from exhaustion and none of us can crack into her information files. Anything you have will be of use." Luce assures. It would be a start after all.

"And I'm sure that you would be kind enough to pass all information to us before acting on it, right Timoteo?" Reborn says in an icy voice. He didn't care that he was half threatening the God Father of the Mafia and his old Boss. Tsunayoshi was theirs to save, no one would be getting there first. Nono sighs and nods his head in agreement. He could understand their feelings at the moment so he'd make allowances.

"I've got a good contact of mine in London. I'll see if he knows who this Famiglia could be. I'll just say that some Spaniards are setting their feet in my turf." Offers Frankie, the Nuevo Boss. He had good connections with both England and Australia.

"I've got a villa in Spain that we can use as a base of operations if you want," Offers the Chiavarone Boss.

"Why are we waiting around, let's get moving!" demands the Tomaso Boss, slamming his hands down in a rattle of chains from his bracelets.

The Bosses nod and leave back to their respective houses to gather as much information as they could. If the Mafia couldn't find one little child, then was use was their underground information networks?

Tick Tock. You're on the clock.

There you go, not as much of a blatant cliff hanger, happier now? And he's not in Japan. If you look back at the kidnappers accent, 'mi' is often used instead of me in spanish and they have silent 'h' at the start of words.

By the way, all of you are welcome to join a KHR Secret Santa that Mockingjay Rose is running (I rp with her, which is hilarious. I'm Gokudera and Verde). Basically you go to the forum and write down what type of fic you want to receive. On December 1st Mockingjay Rose will place all the entrants names into a hat and pick them out. She'll PM you with what person you've ended up with, and then you write the fic that they've asked for. Then you post it, making sure to write down who it's for, whilst keeping an eye out for someone that's written your request. I've entered, so who knows, I might end up writing a fic for one of you! You can request omakes, so if you want a Mafia Row omake, I'd be happy to write that for whoever I end up with, or even an omake for your fic. You don't have to ask for omakes either, it could be a oneshot, or a poem or whatever. So make sure to go and sign up, we've had quite a few popular authors already sign up.

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Ciao Ciao~

Phantom Hitman 1412

First Published 11 November 2012