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[obliviousfamily]

WHO: Takeshi Yamamoto [ obliviousfamily ] & Hayato Gokudera [ 10thcomplex ]
WHAT: two newcomers meeting up and discussing the situation
WHERE: The docks
WHEN: Day 306

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[10thcomplex]

This was bad. Tucking the journal under his belt, along with his many storm boxes, Gokudera ran through the Mediterranean-style town, down to the water-front. This was really, really bad. They had to find the Tenth and they had to be quick about it. This was the second time this had happened, the second time they had been transported, or captured or whatever had happened to them; he didn’t know. It wasn’t important for now. No matter whether this was an illusion, or the Future or anything, he wouldn’t rest until he was certain that Tsuna was safe

[obliviousfamily]

“Gokudera.” Now that he had no reason to keep up an appearance the black haired teen’s expressions were far from cheerful. He still made sure to act friendly around everyone else he talked to but after all, there was no reason to play games around Gokudera any longer, was there? “Have you tried to use your boxes since you came here?”

Knowing the Storm Guardian he had probably been busy worrying about Tsuna. That was one of the few things that still annoyed him about friend - his guilt and desperate attempts to be a good Right Hand Man made him act irrational and hasty. It wasn’t that Yamamoto didn’t take his position as a Guardian important enough. He knew very well that they had to keep the young Vongola safe, he wanted to keep him safe. But most of the time Gokudera was too busy running in circles, stumbling over his own feet as he tried to give everything he had to make his boss happy, that he failed to see what was actually important. It would be a lie to say that Gokudera wasn’t getting better, obviously everything he had needed

[10thcomplex]

Still ready to go sprinting off the moment he had caught sight of his ally, the Storm Guardian frowned. How the hell was that important now? They had more pressing matters to take care of, for fuck’s sake. “What difference does it make,” he snapped, feeling his patience reaching a limit. “It was working just fine last n

[obliviousfamily]

Yamamoto sighed, picking up his sword from the ground and hanging it over his left shoulder.
“I was afraid that was the case,” he said. “It doesn’t matter how many times I try, it won’t work.”

He still had his sword, and the sword skills he had earned himself during the last months. Gokudera had, hopefully, a handful of bombs. If they didn’t stay out of trouble here things would get seriously dangerous. He should probably keep an eye on Gokudera too. Even though the Storm Guardian was a capable fighter there was little he could do without dynamite.

“Either the Dying Will or the Vongola rings don’t work here.” If this was the future he supposed that things could have changed but at the same time, they should have stayed the same, shouldn’t they? Even though the Vongola rings didn’t exist ten years after the battle against the Varia they had still been able to bring them there. He couldn’t figure this one out and apparently Gokudera was just as confused.

[10thcomplex]

Going slightly pale, the veteran explosive user hastily scanned his body in a sort of half-panic. If the boxes didn’t work … if the Dying Will Flame couldn’t be called forth, then they’d have to find some other means of defending themselves. Yamamoto had his sword and that should have remained unaffected by whatever was preventing the Rings from functioning and - if this were any other situation - Gokudera should have his bombs. He hadn’t been in need of them for a couple of days now; nowadays they worked merely as distraction in combat instead of his sole choice of weapon. He had shed off a lot of them to make room for his boxes and therefore only had a couple of sticks with him at all times