“Omo -- Rosco, please, you are so much stronger than you look!” The doctor was having a difficult time with a rambunctious golden retriever puppy, who wasn’t satisfied with a slow paced walk through the bustling city streets. The juvenile pup was galloping like some kind of race horse, and poor Nana was grasping onto the short leash with all of the strength she could muster.

And then, the inevitable happened, and the leash slipped through her fingers, and she quickly lost sight of the pup as he went racing off through the busy sidewalks. “Rosco, no! Mommy won’t be able to find you if you go running off like that! --” However desperate she sound calling after the pup, he was having a delightful time running off from the doctor.

The woman was frantic to find her pup before he got into some trouble, so she blindly grabbed for someone’s arm in passing and gave it a firm squeeze. Her eyes slid up to land on a man’s face, and she shook his arm gently to express her high levels of worry.

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There are a million thoughts that run through Takeshi’s mind when he sees the silver-haired bomber at his front door at four in the morning. The last time he saw him was in Italy alongside the rest of the family, and he knows that he shouldn’t be here unless he’s been informed about his arrival in Seoul in the first place. But before Takeshi can even mutter a single syllable, Hayato places a hand on his friend’s shoulder and heads into the large apartment, closing the door behind him. He walks past Takeshi, dropping a manila folder on the cofee table in his living before situating himself on the couch, lighting a cigarette for him to enjoy while Takeshi takes in the information.

“Relax. Tsuna’s fine. It’s an ally of ours who needs our help.” Takeshi lets out a sigh of relief and turns his concerned frown into a smile. “Tch, quit smiling. You’re making me want to throw up.” He can’t help but laugh at his long time friend, rubbing the nape of his neck as he continues to smile before he walks over and picks up the folder. “File on the man we’re looking for. He has the boss of the Arcardi famiglia’s daughter. Doesn’t want to give into the ransom note. Wants to find and eliminate the man in charge.” Takeshi stares at the file for a moment and looks up with a confused look on his face. There was no image of the man they were looking for. Not even a name. “Yeah, well you know how rats are. They love to hide, which makes them even more fucking irritating than they already are. Our best men are already out on their own missions. Can’t exactly leave those and find some girl. But you, you can.”

It was true. Takeshi was probably the least busy despite being on an important mission, but it wasn’t anything he wasn’t prepared for. Everyone knew he would be gone for an extended amount of time and luckily he didn’t have any leads yet or this mission would’ve been given to someone less capable than him and Hayato. Looking back at the file, he’s trying to figure out how they would be able to get information the man without their best men available to do so. Suddenly it clicks, and he remembers a particular man who was perfect for the job. Takeshi looks at Hayato and grins. “I know someone who will be able to help us.” Even if it was four in the morning, he knew that this particular individual wouldn’t mind him calling if it meant he had a case on his hands. He hears the other line ringing four times before a groggy voice answers the phone.