Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold

Speaking Out-Loud

-Normal POV-

It's FINALLY the day of the party! The whole mansion was bustling with noise and never-ending movement of people running back and forth, each busy with a specific task of preparing for the party tonight. The guardians too, were very busy helping to get everything ready and prepared for the most important event—extremely so for Gokudera—tonight. Even the skylark was helping, though in his own solitary way.

For the first time throughout this trip, the students will finally get a day of actual rest. No guardians to torment them, no one to poison their food or force them to run in fear and no restrictions on their movements. They were free to do whatever they want.

Of course, some students already have plans to carry out, specifically; Mochida. He was making use of this busy time to sneak around the mansion in order to find out the reason why everybody is so discreet when it comes to the identity of the Decimo. He just has to find out who this Decimo person is.
          
He made his way to the West wing of the mansion, where the Decimo and his guardians are staying at. He hid behind corners, looking around twice before going wall to wall, thinking he was being stealthy like a ninja.

But unbeknownst to his poorly trained eyes, the mansion was filled with hidden small cameras, placed carefully in many strategic places and right at this moment, someone was watching him from the monitors beyond those cameras. The person watching smirked as he took a sip of his espresso placed next to him.

'Do you think we would be so stupid to leave you kids alone?'

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Reborn sip his espresso casually as he stared at the idiot on the screen trying to hide from passersby around him. He snuck from corner to corner, sliding from wall to wall, trying to be stealthy as possible but failing to, seeing he didn't even notice the hidden cameras around him.

'Who is he trying to imitate? A ninja? If so, he sucks.' Reborn snickered.

Mochida looked right and left, wary of anyone in the area that might come stop him. Of course, there's no one in the West wing at the moment because of the preparations located in the main hall. Well, maybe except for a certain brunette who still have a ton of paperwork to complete.

The only reason as to why Reborn's not stopping him and watching him instead is because he needed some entertainment and Mochida is the perfect toy to humor him.

'It'll be interesting, won't it. More fun for me~' He sips his drink once more, eyes glued to the monitors and smirked to himself.

'I wonder what reactions Dame-Tsuna would have and what Mochida would say when he sees him.

I can't wait~'

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-Tsuna's POV-

"Ahhhh!! This paperwork is never-ending!!" I yelled, throwing my hands in the air and leaned back on my chair.

'I would much rather be helping out with the party preparations than being stuck in my office doing this.'

I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. 'Urgh....8 more hours till the party. 8 more hours till my life ends.' I groaned. I really don't want my classmates to attend this party because not only will they find out who I am, they'll also be in danger from the probability of the enemy family targeting the party guest. We are the Mafia after all, so unexpected guest are common.