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You see, someone had this awesome roadtrip meme...
It was, officially, the worst road trip ever.
Not that Tsuna had a lot to go on, his trips generally included going to the beach with his mother and ending up with sand in his pants. Or getting dragged along on epic training sessions by Reborn. So, in so far as he was not dangling half naked off a cliff face or swimming his way around an island or trapped in a mafia theme park with a blond baby with a gun…
It wasn't the most terrible trip he had ever taken.
But it was the worst road trip ever, simply because it was terrible and the only road trip Tsuna had ever been on.
"Dancing queen," Mukuro half-hummed, half-sang, the music loud enough that you could hear it through his headphones. "Young and sweet, only seventeeeeeeeeeeeeen." Tsuna did not need to be able to see Reborn's eyes in the rear view mirror (though he could) to know that Reborn was getting ready to shoot Mukuro.
Again.
It didn't work, the bullets just passed right through him. At which point Gokudera would start to complain that if Mukuro was not actually *there* could they just put Shouichi in the window seat so that he wasn't pressed up against Haru all the time?
Tsuna was pretty sure that Gokudera was just upset that Mukuro had beat him at Casino.
And Double Solitaire.
And Egyptian Rat's Crew.
And solitary Solitaire.
…and Go Fish.
"It's a classic song, Gokkun." Byakuran seemed to have decided that since Reborn had shot the GPS about ten minutes ago (after it had repeated 'Recalculating' fifty million times, and then began asking 'pardon?') that he would have to make due with coming up with ridiculous and irritating nicknames for everyone in the van.
Tsuna was glad that it only took one bullet before he decided that maybe 'Rebobobo' was a bad idea.
"Classic," Gokudera hissed, "Is Vivaldi."
"You can dance, you can jiiiiIiiiiiIIIIve," Tsuna had to admit that at least Mukuro had a good singing voice. Deep and incredibly wrong when singing ABBA, but good.
Squalo snapped around, his sword narrowly missing the car's top, and skimming a few strands off Kikyou's head. It didn't matter, Byakuran had brought Kikyou back from the dead at least 12.5 times in the car ride, the long haired cloud could survive a close shave or two. "VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOI."
And then Squalo cut the cord to Mukuro's headphones.
Mukuro opened his eyes, and smiled.
…worst roadtrip ever.
Worst.
It was, officially, the worst road trip ever.
Not that Tsuna had a lot to go on, his trips generally included going to the beach with his mother and ending up with sand in his pants. Or getting dragged along on epic training sessions by Reborn. So, in so far as he was not dangling half naked off a cliff face or swimming his way around an island or trapped in a mafia theme park with a blond baby with a gun…
It wasn't the most terrible trip he had ever taken.
But it was the worst road trip ever, simply because it was terrible and the only road trip Tsuna had ever been on.
"Dancing queen," Mukuro half-hummed, half-sang, the music loud enough that you could hear it through his headphones. "Young and sweet, only seventeeeeeeeeeeeeen." Tsuna did not need to be able to see Reborn's eyes in the rear view mirror (though he could) to know that Reborn was getting ready to shoot Mukuro.
Again.
It didn't work, the bullets just passed right through him. At which point Gokudera would start to complain that if Mukuro was not actually *there* could they just put Shouichi in the window seat so that he wasn't pressed up against Haru all the time?
Tsuna was pretty sure that Gokudera was just upset that Mukuro had beat him at Casino.
And Double Solitaire.
And Egyptian Rat's Crew.
And solitary Solitaire.
…and Go Fish.
"It's a classic song, Gokkun." Byakuran seemed to have decided that since Reborn had shot the GPS about ten minutes ago (after it had repeated 'Recalculating' fifty million times, and then began asking 'pardon?') that he would have to make due with coming up with ridiculous and irritating nicknames for everyone in the van.
Tsuna was glad that it only took one bullet before he decided that maybe 'Rebobobo' was a bad idea.
"Classic," Gokudera hissed, "Is Vivaldi."
"You can dance, you can jiiiiIiiiiiIIIIve," Tsuna had to admit that at least Mukuro had a good singing voice. Deep and incredibly wrong when singing ABBA, but good.
Squalo snapped around, his sword narrowly missing the car's top, and skimming a few strands off Kikyou's head. It didn't matter, Byakuran had brought Kikyou back from the dead at least 12.5 times in the car ride, the long haired cloud could survive a close shave or two. "VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOI."
And then Squalo cut the cord to Mukuro's headphones.
Mukuro opened his eyes, and smiled.
…worst roadtrip ever.
Worst.