A direct flight from Italy to Japan seemed like a sage decision at the time of it's making. What with all the risks stop-overs prompted, who wouldn't want to spend fifteen plus hours keeping the Decimo safe and unexposed? They had first class service around the clock, in flight films to shuffle through, and superb cuisine at their beckon call. Luxury was supposed to be relaxing, right? Yet, even as Gokudera sat in his heated, recline friendly chair, he remained in a slight hunch. Observing interactions with Tsuna and the people that passed through a microscope. A bomb tucked in the slot of his coat sleeve readied at any signs of a threat. '<em>Fuck you customs.</em>' He thought, as the many intricate placed sticks of dynamite sat dormant against his form.<br/><br/>Thankful he was at least permitted to light up in the cabin, Gokudera did not hesitate. He hated being cooped up. If he wasn't able to suck on his beloved nicotine, the captains would have had to sedated him to keep the peace. As his lips cinched around the white paper, Gokudera took a long, smooth inhale of the cigarette. Letting his lungs fill up with the warm ashy flavors of tabacco. His scrutinizing gaze remained on Tsuna's work habits. He truly had a mind to say something, but circumvented. Disrespect of the Tenth was not an inclination he wanted to be known for, even if he was his right hand.<br/><br/>As the stewardess lingered, Gokudera made it obvious, with a cocky grin that he found the admiration amusing. The expression of what Gokudera read as nervousness on the face of his Decimo made him laugh inwardly. It was reminiscent of the days Tsuna was head over heels about Kyoko-chan. A train wreck, in his opinion. Yet, again, Gokudera remained misanthropic. All the while, fidgeting with the roasted almond before him. Tending to his own admirers with aloofness and exchanging glances.<br/><br/>The captain's voice announced the planes expected landing time. Urging Tsuna to finally put the mansion plans away and relax. With an disturbed exhale, Gokudera settled back into his chair as well, securing his belt only because he was warned of being fined had he not.<br/><br/><em>"We're almost back home, it's going to be weird, we haven't been there since my parent's funerals.  What do you plan doing once we settle into the new mansion?"</em>Gokudera's narrowed eyes relaxed as Tsuna addressed him. To this, he let out one of his infamous, short chuckles. Twisting his face into an 'You should know' expression. "Surveillance of course. I have to scout the property to make sure nothing was tampered with by any of the other families who might have foreknowledge of our visit." Although remaining in Japan once again may have been an inevitability, Gokudera used his words deliberately.