What now?

Part 23 The Name's Jack... and I Never Signed Up For This

I'm done translating, Ima just put anything in french like "this".

Jack grumbled incoherent obscenities as Tsuna, Alessandro, and himself entered the new apartment they just rented out. It wasn't really the apartment that got him all worked up, it was Tsuna. He didn't trust the walking ball of brown fluff. Sure Tsuna would be helping them travel, but that wasn't enough to prove him harmless. Also he didn't like the way Alessandro was so trusting, too trusting for his comfort. Tsuna  even had a minion, sort off. He didn't really consider Fran much of a threat, but one could never be too careful. 

The place was a two three-bedroom apartment, with a kitchenette and a living room with a nice view of the city. Why the land lord sold such a nice place to a 3 teens and a kid, Jack had no idea. They dumped their bags in a corner and just collapsed onto the floor. It had taken a lot of walking to get to this place, five miles to be precise.

Tsuna was the one to break the silence. "So what do you suppose we do first?" There was a long pause, nobodies bran was functioning properly since they were too tired. Fran had already hit his snooze button. Tsuna just chuckled. "Hehe maybe we should just rest." Alessandro let out a grunt in agreement. Jack liked the idea of sleep, he was too tired to disagree even if he wanted too.

When the red-head woke up it was only 3AM. Too early for him, he needed at least ten hours of beauty rest or he'd be bitching about everything. Can't sleep, I need something to do! He attempted to get up but not before noticing that his best friend was a lot closer than before he fell asleep. Strange. He shoved the Raven a way as he got up and stretched.

The moon was still out shining as bright as ever, almost mockingly. You'd think being an assassin would have meant he didn't need much sleep. It was the complete opposite on Jack He just craved more of it once he settled into the mafia. Maybe it was because he felt guilty for killing people. Sleep was an escape. It just got worse once he got used to it. He hated the empty feeling he got when he saw the last of a humans life force dwindle away. And he was at times awed by it. Only people sensitive to flames could see it, but death of any creature was like a spectacular light show. Since all living things had a flame within them as they faded from the world their flames escape the body. Back into the atmosphere, kinda like the nitrogen cycle. Sometimes it looked like an aurora and just flow out, sometimes it came out in sparks, maybe in a beam. It varies, and he hated himself for thinking it's beautiful.

Jack decided to go on a walk to clear his head. This is too much, just too much. Both our families are after us. They don't know Jack's aunt is still alive. And we have company. Could things get any worse. You know hoe they say never say things couldn't get any worse, because they will. Yeah that's exactly what happened to him. 

A lady crashed into him almost knocking him over. "You!" the lady pointed at him. He wasn't sure how to react. "You are perfect! Follow me!" She grabbed him arm and literally dragged him with her. He wasn't sure what was up with her but decided to roll with it. He was then shoved into a limo and she hopped in with a determined look on her face. "Are you ready?" she asked excitedly. 

He gulped, he had a feeling he would regret this. "Yes...?"