This one's long. xD

I just woke up from a detective dream. For the most part, it was in first person POV, but it would switch to third person whenever a specific scene occurred. I'll smooth over a few tiny wrinkles that made sense in the dream but don't anymore. xD

Anyway, I had just gotten off a monorail from my previous dream and was about to go to who knows where.  Suddenly, an Asian lady screeches at the conductor, "You're going to the View?! You can't do that! That's too dangerous!"

The View? Why, that's a place where the most notorious mafia elites are rumored to congregate. O_o

I approach her and say, in an informed way, "Lady, there's no proof that place has any mafia activity--"

"No, somebody blew up the monorail's tracks around there."

"Oh." I mark her suspicious in the back of my mind.

This sounds like a a crime worth investigating because... I'm apparently a detective?

So I forgo my previous plans and hop back into the monorail. It's in the air, supported by what appear to be naturally formed rock pillars. It drives for a while and comes to a screeching halt right before the damaged section (We all thought we were going to die, btw).

I get out and investigate. It seems that the bomber used small TNT cylinders.

One of the other passengers gets off the monorail. He's a short guy, maybe early twenties, with hair that could have belonged to a shampoo model. He says, "I will not stand for this. D< My people and I could have been killed today."

I stare at him for a moment. "Hey, you're that mafia don from the Devito family. I'm a detective."

And that's how I ended up working with the notorious Devito family, which was the first Italian name that came to mind.

I'm trailing him around now, observing which of his acquaintances seem suspicious, as he told me it was likely the work of somebody (or some group) he knew. We're in this poshly decorated Chinese restaurant with a red and gold motif; it somewhat resembles the Forbidden City's interiors.

There, Mr. Devito, by chance, meets up with this tall, fat, unattractive man. After they greet each other, the second man walks off with these two tall, gorgeous Chinese twins who are decked out in oriental princess atire (They match each other and the restaurant 8D). I'm thinking, "Wow he must be very rich."

Later that night, Don Devito and I were in his office, pondering over the case. For some reason, there's this white light swinging above us, so I felt like I was being interrogated. His men are pacing back and forth behind him. Otherwise, there was a nice orange glow from the fireplace to our right.

He asks me, "So who do you think is suspicious?"

I've forgotten about the Asian lady from before. Instead, I'm focusing on the dynamite. "Well, the only families I know who would actually use TNT cylinders like that are the Vongola--"

"VONGOLA?!" I think he's ready to go to war.

"Wait, wait. D8 It might not be them! Lemme ask my source." I punch a few numbers in my phone.

Scene Change. It's morning, so I'm assuming he's in a different time zone. In a dark room, a gray-haired, teenaged smoker looks sleepily/grumpily out the window as he picks up his phone. "Yeah?"

"Hey Gokudera! 8D What did you do in the past twenty-four hours?"

"Nothing much. Blew something up."

"Ah. D8" I look over at Don Devito, and he's listening intently to our converstion. "Um... what'd you blow up?"

"Um..." As if he needs to think about it. "A bridge."

"Oh. Not any monorail tracks? Because funny story, somebody blew one of those up recently..."

He hastily turns on the TV to the news. "Shit, I missed it?!"

I end the call there, smiling sweetly at Mr. Devito. "It wasn't them." Because the Vongola family only has one explosives expert at the moment, and he's still in high school. (I guess it's before the TYL arc in Reborn.)

Mr. Devito gives a tired sigh and goes to talk to one of his men. I'm looking around his desk, which is covered with papers. I'm so nosy that I open the drawer and find a photo of the Chinese twins, a couple of Red Cross pens, and some volunteer forms. "Hey, Mr. Devito?"

He's about to walk out the door and tells me to meet him at the local grocery store the next day to continue our discussion.

The next day comes, and I'm in the store, looking for a short young man in an Armani suit. What I see is a short young man in a green vest restocking hair products.

Either the mafia business doesn't pay as well as I thought it did, or Mr. Devito's so full of compassion that he does volunteer work for the local businesses.

"So about this pen," I say to him, pulling out one of the pens and the photo I nicked from his office. "Do you know those twins personally?"

"The twins...?" And then he mulls it over and says something about them working together at a Red Cross blood drive. Such a nice guy. He then promptly ignores me for a customer.

I turn around and suddenly see the Chinese twins. Hey, they work here too. I try to ask them questions, but since they're both about a foot taller than me, they're more amused than helpful. I think they told me something very important, and I left as they started to talk about sex with Mr. Tall-Fat-Unattractive-Man. >_>;

Later, I'm in the car with my dad and brother, discussing the monorail case. I look around to ask my dad a question, and find that while I'm sitting in the passenger seat, my dad's in the back, and my ten-year-old brother is driving... while messing around with the buttons on the radio. And all I can think is, "Aww, I wanted to drive."

We pass a farm, and I suddenly get pelted with a substantial amount of wheat grains because I stupidly had my window open. But now I'm thinking, "Hey, I got free wheat! 8D"

And that's when I woke up. D: Oh well, I think I was on the verge of another dream anyway. Sigh.