In the dark alley, a drunkard's loud shouting could be heard. Most people were already sleepy at this time, so not many people noticed what was happening here. And from the sound of the voice, it was clear that it was a drunkard, so anything a drunkard would do was reasonable.
It just seems like it was a bit over-acted.
Tsunayoshi Sawada looked at the silver-haired young man lying on the sofa and felt a little distressed for a rare moment.
Although the opponent seemed to be fast asleep, in fact, he was just taking a limited nap. Sawada Tsunayoshi dared to bet with Reborn's hat that as long as he approached within five meters of the opponent, the seemingly relaxed silver-haired man in the hat would counterattack him.
Well, it's possible that one will knock the other down first.
However, even though he brought the target back to his residence, Sawada Tsunayoshi's mind was still blank as to what to do next.
After all, the leader of the Vongola has not yet fallen to the point of going undercover himself.
And the only person who could give him a reference was Irie-kun... The young man thought about the whole process of the other party's acquaintance with Shiran, and felt that there was nothing to refer to for the time being.
After thinking about all sorts of things for a long time, Sawada Tsunayoshi smelled the blood in the air becoming stronger, so he turned around and took out a small medical box from the room.
"That... this gentleman?"
When the silver-haired young man opened his eyes, he saw the drunk who brought him "home" standing not far away with an embarrassed look on his face.
In fact, he had not fallen asleep yet. Even with his eyes closed, he could sense that this clumsy guy was not far away from him. From time to time, he would glance at him cautiously and covertly like a stupid rabbit that came from nowhere.
The drunkard didn't smell very alcoholic, so the reason why one mistook him for someone else was probably because one's own alcohol tolerance was poor.
Now, I have probably realized that I am not the person he is looking for.
What's next for the gang?
Perhaps the threat around him had been reduced a lot, he thought with interest, like a wounded silver wolf taking a nap, watching the rabbit hopping not far away.
Once the seemingly stupid and clumsy rabbit does something that is not good for him, the wolf will stretch out his claws and crush the little thing to death under his claws.
However...
He opened his eyes and the closed door blocked the last glimpse of the brown-haired young man's back.
A small white first aid box was placed inside the door, waiting to be used.
After a while, the silver-haired young man pressed the wound with one hand, carefully checked the medicine box, and then took the medicine box to his side.
…
Tsunayoshi Sawada worked on his script overnight and then got up to make a midnight snack.
Mr. Godfather still doesn't know much about cooking.
After all, he had a mother at home when he was young, but after becoming the leader of the Vongola, he no longer had the opportunity to cook. Even on the rare occasions when they went out for a picnic, this part of the work would be taken away by Hayato Jigokudera, who was so enthusiastic that even his invisible dog-hook tail was wagging.
Therefore, up to now, Tsunayoshi Sawada is most proficient in making instant noodles.
So he prepared two buckets of instant noodles for himself and the silver-haired young man.
Perhaps attracted by the fragrance, some sounds came from the silver-haired young man's room.
However, the other party seemed to be a social phobic and did not go out even so.
Tsunayoshi Sawada hesitated and knocked on the other party's door.
"Um... I cooked some instant noodles, do you want some?"
As expected, there was no response.
Sawada Tsunayoshi lowered his eyes and stood there for a while, then left the door.
Don't worry.
He returned to his room carefree and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, while half asleep and half awake, he heard some noises coming from outside.
As a mafia, he woke up almost instantly, but at least he still remembered where he was, so he just pricked up his ears and listened vigilantly to the sounds outside.
There was a rustling outside, and the Godfather could even tell from the other person's footsteps that he had been standing in front of his door for a while.
In his mind, he had already urgently calculated countless possible scenarios if the enemy broke in and killed everyone right now. Fortunately, the top killer from the organization that came later didn't know what he had considered, so he just stood there for a while and then left on his own.
After a while, the Godfather let out a breath of foul air.
He got up calmly and saw the silver-haired young man disappear into the night through the gap in the curtain that was left intentionally open.
A white light comes on on the screen.
[The first stage of the mission target has been completed. ——S]
After that night, Tsunayoshi Sawada acted according to the script he wrote for himself.
He is now a Japanese-Italian hybrid named "Jakuderi". He originally lived in Italy, but for some reason he followed his friend to Japan and is now looking for his missing friend everywhere.
The friend was a pure Italian with fair skin and long silver hair. He liked to hang out in places like bars, so he had to look for her in bars everywhere she had been.
"I see." In a bar in Namimachi, a gangster with a crew cut was toasting with a young man who was wearing punk clothes but actually didn't fit in with the bar. "Who are you looking for? Tell me his name. Maybe my brothers and I have seen him before."
The brown-haired young man blinked.
His appearance was undoubtedly very deceptive. Regardless of his true nature, from the outside, the young man had a very cold and indifferent temperament that could scare people away. When he took a sip from the wine glass with one hand and lowered his eyes, countless men and women who were watching him openly or secretly would hold their hearts and lose their minds.
The guy he was chatting with was one of these guys.
Seeing the cold-looking young man softening a lot after his conversation, although he knew it was because of the person he was looking for, the gangster still felt itchy in his heart.
Sawada Tsunayoshi glanced at him.
"Sku is my..." He tried his best to maintain his cold expression, "an important family member. It would be great if I could get your help."
so it is.
After chatting about this and that for a while, he had almost revealed his plot, and was sure that his plot of "a Japanese-Italian hybrid with a mafia background who returned from a foreign country" had been ingrained in the mind of the plane, so Sawada Tsunayoshi stood up and prepared to leave.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the pilot glanced at him to warn him.
"By the way, some big shots will be coming here soon, and the streets will be in trouble again." The pilot secretly "instructed" this idiot who was like a sheep among wolves, "Be careful and don't get involved in any bad things."
The young man blinked, thanked him, and smiled generously at the other person.
Seeing the guys who were circling around him dive into the crowd and enter a small door after a few turns, the Godfather curled his lips imperceptibly.
Finally, a few days later in the evening, a wounded silver-haired long-haired cat stood at his doorstep.
"Sku... No, the gentleman from last time?" He looked at the other party warily. "May I ask what can I do for you?"
His sharp eyes scanned the other person's body and his breathing stagnated.
A visible hesitation flashed across the young man's face, and finally, as if he couldn't stand it anymore, he moved aside a little.
"Please come in." The brown-haired young man was like a rabbit that had been drenched in water. He followed the silver-haired cat - or perhaps a cheetah - who was in an unmanned environment, and closed the door.
"You need a medical kit, right?" He consciously brought the medical kit to the other party, sat backwards on a chair at a safe distance, folded his hands on the back of the chair, and tilted his head to observe the silver-haired young man who was changing his own bandages.
There was no communication between the two people throughout the whole process.
The silver-haired young man changed his own medicine and left under the cover of night, like a stray cat that was used to wandering outside, having a dinner and then wagging its tail and leaving.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was not bothered and secretly ticked the second stage of his plan to reach his target.
Perhaps because of the "big shot" that the pilot mentioned, the atmosphere in Namimachi is becoming increasingly tense.
The number of times Tsunayoshi Sawada came into contact with the silver-haired young man became more and more frequent, and his medical kit was often ripped away by the silver-haired wild cat from outside, leaving a mess for the helpless and good-tempered temporary shit shoveler to clean up.
From beginning to end, the silver-haired young man never ate the instant noodles prepared for him by Tsunayoshi Sawada. He only told Sawada the name of the guitar when they met for the last time in this room.
"Gin," he whispered, "if you have any trouble, you can go to 745 Namimachi and tell me my name."
An unexpected but reasonable development.
At that time, Tsunayoshi Sawada rubbed his cheeks and smiled naturally.
"Hey, is this the wild cat's return of favor?" Facing Beretta who was looking at him suddenly, the Godfather waved his hand calmly, "Sorry, sorry, it's just a joke."
He blinked, his warm eyes revealing unconditional trust.
"Thank you, Gin-kun."
On the second night, when the young man had packed everything and was about to go to sleep, there was a hasty knock on his door.
At the same time, his screen lit up.
[Hey, someone is here to catch you, run! ]
——From the pilot who I had chatted with several times, the other party’s message was still flashing quickly.
[Did you assassinate Councillor Tanaka? ? ? ]
[No wonder you didn’t come to drink in the afternoon, you’re so cool, bro!]
[No, this isn’t the time to talk about this. Run away!]
Tsunayoshi Sawada glanced at the screen and had a strange feeling of "Ah, I knew it would be like this."
He quickly pulled out a black awning from the closet, looked out the window through the curtain, went up to the attic, and escaped from the other side.
In such a hurry, Mr. Godfather was able to report that the plan had entered the third stage. He had a lot of scratches intentionally or unintentionally and because of his clumsiness, and even deliberately let the pursuing bullet pass over his waist. Two days later, he finally knocked on the back door of the address Gin left for him.
The light brown-haired young man took a deep breath.
It’s okay, Tsunayoshi Sawada, you can do it—he even encouraged himself.
After a while.
"Knock, knock."
Rhythmic knocking sounds were heard in a dark alley in Namimachi.
The person inside put his ear to the wooden door and made a sound vigilantly.
"Who is the guest?"
The figure in the black cloak was silent for a moment, and the dark clouds that blocked the moonlight slowly moved away, revealing the shadow that had blocked his view.
Some brown hair stuck out from under the black cloak. The young man stood outside the door, holding the cloak in front of his chest with one hand to prevent it from falling. If you look closely, you can see that he seems to be trembling.
"Gin."
Finally, he raised his head as if he had made up his mind, and his usually warm and sweet eyes seemed to be flashing with golden red flames.
Trembling, he repeated the name firmly but timidly.
"Gin asked me to come here."
He was led into the room by the servant who opened the door and was directed to a room. All his panic was released when he saw the young man who was leisurely maintaining his beloved gun inside.
"What, what should I do, Gin-kun?" The young man, who always seemed to be at ease with everything and very friendly, took off his hood, revealing many scars on his fair face. He ran over in panic and stood not far from the silver-haired young man.
He lowered his eyes in extreme anxiety, his expression extremely nervous and flustered. The silver-haired wolf grinned, his heart filled with the joy of having caught his prey.
…
It was impossible to say that he wasn't nervous. When Tsunayoshi Sawada followed the waiter into the place, he looked around to remember the terrain and possible escape routes in his mind, and even saw a familiar airplane head.
Finally came to Gin.
The moment he saw the nose of the plane, Tsunayoshi Sawada knew that all of this was planned by Gin. He was even more certain of this idea when he saw the other person's expression.
As for the purpose...
He lowered his eyes, his body trembling slightly, seemingly giving away all his trust without reservation.
"What should I do, Gin-kun?" He said in panic, trying his best to imagine every time he got into trouble and looked for Reborn, even with a faint cry in his voice, "I seem to have become the murderer... of Councillor Tanaka?"
[Close to the third stage of mission goal completion. ——S]
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