"I hate planes," the male muttered before bending over and retching into the paper bag his brother handed him. Sweat beaded at his forehead as he lifelessly sat on his quilted seat of the private jet. The cushions were a royal purple shade like most of the furniture that adorned the jet, contrasting with the beach and mahogany of most other infrastructure.

Here was one of the Varia, Vongola's Elite Assassination Unit, private jets.

On each piece of furniture, the Vongola and the Varia crest were carved or embedded, reminding each person that laid their eyes on them of the aircraft's owner. But what differentiated this craft from the others that made up the Varia's flock was not only the recognizable royal purple but the cloud insignia that proudly looked over the entirety of the aircraft.

This was the Cloud Division's private jet, reserved for the higher up of the said division.

The said Big Boss of this terrifying and feared division of the infamous Varia was currently vomiting his guts out, a severe case of motion sickness hitting him as per usual. Really, this was karmic retribution— God could not forgive his former speed and handsomeness and decided to flaw him with such a sickness.

Or so Koro told himself, cleverly ignoring that even when he was Koro-sensei, motion sickness was one of his weaknesses. Though he did not forget to correct himself on his latter statement— he was still very much handsome, thank you.

His brother's hand gently rubbed against his back, soothing his dizziness with minute injections of Sun and Rain flames. The Sun flames appeased his sickness, showcasing their brilliant healing properties. The Rain flames washed over him like waves, creating a sense of peacefulness and lulling his mind to a more tranquil and stable state.

Koro reveled in Byakuran's care for some more seconds, allowing his breathing to even out and his heart's pace to become more regular. His Ran-chan indeed was the sweetest. What would he do without him?

Oh yeah, he'd be puking his guts out.

From the corner of his eyes, in between the white strands of his hair, he noticed the spare paper bag his brother kept. His heart clenched with affection and swelled with a sense of defeat. Damn, why was his motion sickness so bad— he even slept through the whole trip with pills, yet the moment they landed, as if awaiting this precise time, it all came crashing down. He had doubled over a hand grasping at his mouth.

The rest was history.

It took Koro a few more seconds to a minute before he straightened from his position over the paper bag. From beside him, one of his subordinates retrieved the used bag to incinerate it later— no traces shall be left behind. Byakuran handed him a glass of water.

Koro rinsed his mouth before spitting the liquid back in the glass and taking a bottle from the youngest to wet his throat and chase the last remnants out of his palate. Whispering a small thank you, he capped the water bottle and set it down. With slight disgust, he peeled his leather gloves off and handed them to his underline; another clean and brand new pair was presented to him.

The white-haired assassin slipped the gloves on, the smooth leather gently encasing his hand. He buttoned their cuff. The silver button with Varia's Cloud insignia engraved shone under the artificial lights of the aircraft.

"Shall we go, Ran-chan?" he asked, a genuine smile painting his lips as he stood up. His head tilted to look at the shorter and younger boy by his side. His answer was chirpy as per usual and followed by a broad, bright grin that made Koro's purple eyes twinkle with affection. His gaze lingered on his brother's figure for another second before he turned away and led the way out of the aircraft.

They went down the stairs with ease, a very dark purple carpet cushioning each of their steps and leading the way inside the Haneda Airport, otherwise known as the Tokyo International Airport.

At the bottom of the private jet, waiting for them, was a member of the Japanese Varia Cloud division. Different from the one who took his dirty gloves and bag away, this member held in their hands a manila folder with documents related to his current mission. They were dressed in the Varia's uniform with royal purple lining the fabric and the Varia Cloud insignia adorning their cuffs to show which division they belonged to.

Koro wore the perfect plastic smile as he approached the woman. With a look of acknowledgment sent her way, he dismissed her greetings and continued down the carpeted path and into the Premier Gate. His strides large and confident, he nevertheless made sure that the younger boy by his side kept up with ease.

The woman, Japanese it seemed, followed behind Koro without missing a beat. The heels of her stilettos clicked against the airport's hard flooring as she made her way up to the white head, leaving the purple carpet for merely them to use. Her fingers threaded through her manila folder, her eyes swept its files as if to check its content one last time.

All of this lasted a mere seconds. The woman caught up to Koro, spine straight and expression confident. She began to give the Guardian snips of the comprehensive briefing. The information might seem sparse, but every word was carefully chosen. All sentences were straight to the point, giving Koro a perfect overview of the situation.

They reached the outside of the airport, coming out by one of the backdoors reserved to VIPs, and the sight of a sleek black car with tinted windows greeted them. The woman bowed, leaving the chauffeur to open the door for her superior and his guest. Koro allowed his brother to slip in first before he entered the vehicle. He nodded to the chauffeur, and the latter closed the door.

The woman straightened her spine before entering the passenger seat in the front. She checked on Koro's state, ensuring that both her Boss and his guest were comfortable before she resumed. She pulled out some files from her folder, politely handed them to the older white head before adding a brief recap and leaving the male to read through the document.

In the meantime, the chauffeur turned the vehicle on. He did not ask for a destination, already knowing of the itinerary. The sleek car glided through the road, only cars surrounding them until they reached the busy streets of Tokyo.

"We have arranged a condo as per your request, Yucca-sama. Your luggage has already been dropped off. Most necessities were sorted out and stored, following your instructions," the woman explained as the car came to a halt in front of a luxurious apartment complex. She went out of the vehicle, opened the door for the two whiteheads, and followed behind them. She led the way inside the grand building, floor-to-ceiling windows surrounding them and letting the natural lighting lit the ground floor.

The complex was sober and classical in color, opting for the traditional white and black. It gave off a vibe of modernity yet a sense of routine and banality as well. They took the lift, went up to the tenth floor, the top floor of the complex. With a swift swipe of a magnetic card, she unlocked the door.

"If you will," she said, allowing the duo to enter the luxurious condo— penthouse wouldn't have been an understatement.

Byakuran entered the apartment as if he owned it, which honestly wasn't too far from the truth, and carelessly strolled around to visit. Leaving his brother and their on-site contact to discuss some more, the woman led Koro to his office. She continued to give him information as well as the relevant documents and— oh! Paperwork, fantastic!

Koro read through the files, visage adorned by his usual plastic smile as he listened to her words.

"—As for the Japanese Government, a member from the Ministry of Defense should contact you within the following days," she finally said.

Koro hummed. He swept his gaze over the last part of the document he was reading before he leaned in the quilted fauteuil of his office. Silence settled, the only sound being his fingers drumming against the surface of his glass desk in thoughts. "Tell them to come on Sunday evening," he ordered with a slight nod.

"Of course," the woman squarely answered. "Shall you require anything else, please do reach out to us, Yucca-sama. We will do our utmost possible to be of aid," she declared, bowing to the man in the process.

Koro hummed, his gaze swept back to the files previously given to him, and he waved his hand in dismissal. "Have a schedule to visit the local Yakuza drawn out. I also want a comprehensive list of Japan's powerhouses, as well as a notification in a case a member of an allied Mafia were to come by," he demanded.

The woman expressed her understanding before taking her leaves.

"Whoah! Paperwork!" the youthful voice of his brother cut the silence as he felt himself get encased in a hug. The younger's hand reached out for one of the files before he carelessly read through them. "Ugh," the disgusted noise made Koro smile and refrain a snort. "Sooo boring," he drawled before letting his violet eyes rest on the table. "All of this too?" the boy made a dying noise.

Koro chuckled. He retrieved the paper from the younger white head, arranged the files in four different folders, and put three of them away in his drawer. "These are just documents on the mission. It's not urgent," he explained. "Those?" he patted the file in front of him. "They are paperwork, yes," he confirmed with a grin.

Byakuran made another dubious sound, seemingly recoiling from the files that were physically attacking him.

"Anyways," the boy didn't seem all that deterred by the paperwork— he wasn't the one doing them, duh. "I found some marshmallows~" he happily sang, pulling the XXXL bag from behind and ripping it open. He stuffed a fistful in his mouth, swallowing them like water. "Should we eat roasted marshmallows for dinner?" he chirped, a broad grin on his lips.

Koro gave a dry laugh. "Let's not. You can order take-out from the concierge instead," he said, pointing to the landline phone. "It's number one, order something for me too. Our phones and new phone numbers should come later this evening," he explained as he pulled a pen and began signing the paperwork.

"Kay~~" the teen sang, disappointed but not surprised.

The office went back to its previous silence. Koro laughed, the computer screen in front of him mirroring his expression. He felt tired despite his prolonged nap and blamed it all on his motion sickness, deciding to ignore jet-lag. Fortunately, there wasn't that much paperwork to do. In a matter of an hour, he vanquished the stack.

Koro leaned into his seat. He took a deep breath as if to anchor him to the ground and gently closed his purple eyes. The floor-to-ceiling window behind him allowed the setting sun to cast a shadow over his figure as it illuminated the lit room in soft orange colors. He felt somewhat drained, both physically and mentally, and indeed it was the workaholic in him. He began to layout the coming days and what he still needed to do before the official beginning of the mission, D-Day.

By now, the phone and their new numbers should have arrived, his registered under a false name, an alias that he created some time ago already. The identification documents— not forged but surely illegal, were in his suitcase with all the material needed to craft his costume and polish his appearance.

His name would be Sorrel Aarden, a mixed-blood from Europe as his name suggested. He'd need to wear some contacts, green would do, and dye his hair a light shade of blond. Fortunately, perhaps, as his hair was a natural white, he shouldn't have to bleach them.

But before he allowed himself to get a relooking, he'd need to visit the local powerhouses, at least the allied ones. Tomorrow would be Friday. With jet-lag putting a toll on them, it wouldn't be far-fetched to say they slept in. He'd begin his tour in the afternoon and hopefully be finished by Saturday noon at the latest. On Sunday, the government would come by to brief him and surely Byakuran about the matter of "Koro-sensei."

It felt weird to Koro, referring to— himself or who he once was in such a way. He brushed the odd feeling off. He reminded himself that he wasn't really Koro-sensei anymore. While part of him emanated from Koro-sensei, it wasn't the only thing that defined him. He was also Yucca now, a proud member of the Varia and their Cloud Guardian.

Then, on Monday, in the morning, Koro and Byakuran would drop by Kunugigaoka to officially finish Ran's registration but also present himself to the headmaster as part of the new "teaching staff." Seeing Headmaster Asano again will surely bring up some strange feelings. Still, Koro did not think that it would be anything uncomfortable.

For a moment, Koro wondered if Byakuran would get into 3-E.

The notion made him frown.

He brushed it off.

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The Assassination Classroom timeline isn't that messy, there are landmarks and everything but still, it's so long to create a reliable timeline lmao.