Bite To Death

"Decimo!"

Tsuna's sigh is inaudible over the engines of the jumbo jet. He turns to face Basil, the teen weaving around a.d.u.l.ts in clean cut suits (because some Mafia traditions are hard to break).

"I'm not the Vongola Decimo," Tsuna says when the other reaches him. "I'm just helping."

"Sorry, Decimo," Basil says, not sorry at all. "Everything has been okayed and take off is soon."

"Alright," Tsuna murmurs. It's been two days since the Chairman of Namimori vanished into Tokyo and Tsuna has only just managed to get his men and women prepared and into the plane.

He goes through a mental checklist. Everyone knows their job, their team mates, and their end goal. Tsuna lets out a deep breath and scans his soldiers. He wonders if Hibari Kyouya fell into the role like Tsuna did.

When the outbreak hit Japan, Tsuna and his mother were already on a plane to Italy, due to Tsuna's 'construction worker' father - who turned out to be commander of CEDEF, the external adviser to Vongola. Tsuna and his mother landed in a private airport and were immediately rushed past the chaos of infected by a large team of Mafioso who all carried guns and weren't afraid to use them.

Tsuna thought he was lucky that his father took him away from Namimori and into a place with trained a.d.u.l.ts. The Vongola and CEDEF all locked down the Vongola mansion fairly early, at the cost of shutting out the world around them and ignoring the thousands of deaths happening just past their doors.

It was difficult to live in such conditions. Infected were constantly at the property's edges, and always finding ways inside by smashing through windows. They lost so many in the first few weeks.

Almost every supply run brought bad news, either of another death or of not enough food or they didn't come back at all. No one could sleep, constantly aware of the corpses outside, and always feeling the gnawing hunger and thirst.

Vongola was a huge mansion, enough to comfortably fit the thousands of people inside, but the utilities cut off and not enough supplies were stored up beforehand. They're Mafia, they'd been through worse, but the situation took its toll. They didn't know if anyone survived, but they did know that every country had been decimated.

It was only two months in that they got a Namimori broadcast. They heard about the Patrollers and the steady march across Japan as well as how infected were ripped apart for daring to get in the way.

They were stunned, because how did a small town in Japan manage to not only beat back the infected, but flourish and spread?

Every week, the Namimori stations would have professionals describe how to make the pipes start again, how to fix generators to get the most out of them, and other essential DIYs. So the Vongola stopped hiding and used the resources they had at their fingertips. They pushed back the hoards outside until the entire property was cleaned, and then they started on the rest of Italy.

They pushed back far enough that they eventually found mass graves of infected, most having bullet holes straight through the forehead with perfect aim. When the information got back to Timoteo, the Vongola boss laughed in relief and said something about a Xanxus.

They started up communication with Namimori, and even had a team of cream armbands sent to them, headed by a DC.

Unfortunately, because it was a DC -who of course was a teenager- the a.d.u.l.ts became condescending and sneered every time they got an order. People listened to most but they still dismissed the ideas that would take effort, like having more people in the supply runs or having special groups to hunt down large hoards before they got close.

The Namimori group was given a single room in the furthest corner of the mansion and the supplies from the Japanese safe zone were all taken by the Italians, with scraps left for the Patrollers.

A week went by and eventually the Namimori group refused to put up with it. The a.d.u.l.ts sneered and muttered insults loudly enough that the teenagers heard, telling them to leave if they couldn't take it.

Hibari Kyouya landed a few hours later.

The first to try and insult him was promptly thrown out of a five storey window, the toss making the a.d.u.l.t smash into the newly built water tank, causing the flimsy structure to collapse and the water gathered to flood out.

"You're a civilian!" blurted out another one of the troublemakers. "You can't do that!"

This next a.d.u.l.t was immediately used to break the only other water tank. Kyouya told them to build it again, competently this time. Then he ordered care packages from Japan to be stopped. When someone complained, Kyouya calmly explained that if the a.d.u.l.ts couldn't take it, then they could beg and maybe Namimori might consider it.

Kyouya corralled half of the Italian safe zone and kicked them out of the Vongola gates, telling them that if they didn't have enough food to last the entire population for a fortnight by the time they came back, none of them were being let in.

People protested again, of course. The Chairman literally gave them no time at all to get ready or pack supplies for the trip. Kyouya kicked the loudest hard in the abdomen and they collapsed to their knees before vomiting.

"If you have enough food in you to throw up, you'll be fine," Kyouya drawled. "Now get out before I bite you to death."

No one spoke up that time.

Kyouya grabbed another half out of the remaining and ordered them into the largest training room the Vongola mansion had, following them inside with a call over his shoulder, telling his Patrollers to organise the rest into proper lookouts.

"And you," Kyouya murmurs, turning to face Tsuna. "You're Namimori. Come with me."