ONESHOT
Summary: Haru always thought she was the useless one in the Vongola
Family... she just never realized just how important she was to him... Pure
YamamotoHaru
My lack of KHR knowledge might make some things
untrue or some characters OOC and I guess I'll explain some stuff at the end of
the chapter, just so I won't spoil things! XD
I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn because if I
did, there would be a lot more Haru loving!
Please forgive any mistakes, both character-wise
and grammatically wise. I don't really have time to re-read and edit things.
Need You
HappyFace1886
The bark of the tree was rough against her back,
but it was hard to concentrate on the discomfort as her attention was fully on
the person in front of her. The hands that had been gently holding her
shoulders were now all over the place. One of them had strayed up into her
hair, tugging at the pin until her long hair was cascading down around her.
Takeshi, she wanted to whisper, but it was muffled by the hungry kiss.
Gentle Takeshi...
Powerful Takeshi...
Dangerous Takeshi...
She rarely saw the last two, but whenever he
kissed her, whenever he made love to her, she would always see all three of
those personalities combined together.
The hand tangled in her hair tightened its grip
and pulled her forward, pressing her lips harder against his, almost as if he
couldn't get enough of her taste. The feel of his tongue against hers was
electrifying and she mewled softly at the way he teased her, pleading at him to
give her more.
Regrettably, the need for air was much greater.
"Ta-Takeshi," she panted softly, her
eyes glazed as she tilted her head, allowing him to indulge himself with her
neck. It was so hard to speak, especially with the way he was teasing her pulse
with his tongue. "W-We shouldn't... n-not here..."
"Three days," the feel of his breath
against her neck made her shiver and Haru clenched her eyes shut. "I
haven't seen you or touched you for three days."
"I know," she ran her hand through his
hair. The tone of his voice was razor sharp like the katana he wielded and made
her weak in the knees. There was so much power in his mere presence that it was
sometimes difficult to believe that he was actually the carefree, fun Takeshi
she had known during their teenage years.
He had changed... and yet he hadn't.
The assassin of the powerful Vongola Family.
The one who showed no mercy whenever a threat
dared to come near the Family.
The one who could gut and torture an enemy in
one moment before smiling and laughing in the next.
He was the Sword Emperor everyone feared and
revered, who fooled everyone with that gentle smile before running his sword
through their neck.
"I missed you," he whispered. The
hands that had been almost desperately running over her petite form stilled and
she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her.
"Me too," she whispered back.
They were no longer children.
"What's wrong Yamamoto-san?" Haru
asked wide eyed as he stood in front of her apartment door, his eyes lowered
and his hands both clenched. For a moment she thought he was crying, but she
thought against it. There was no way Yamamoto-san would cry. He was too strong.
He was the pillar of the group. If he cried, she wouldn't know what to do.
When he lifted his gaze, she almost wished he
was crying.
"Yamamoto-san?" she asked softly,
hating how weak her voice sounded. She gasped when she saw the blood staining
his hands. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"
When she reached out to grab his hand, he
immediately jerked his hand away and pulled away, his back slamming against the
wall.
"Ya... Yamamoto-san?" she
questioned, surprised by his reaction.
"I..." he didn't appear frightened
or sad. There was just a blank stare in his eyes despite how he held his hands
so tightly he was starting to shake. "I did it to protect Tsuna..."
"Wh-?" she almost demanded to know
what happened to Tsuna-san, but stopped when she saw how his shaking had
increased. This wasn't the time for stupid interrogations. "Tell me
Yamamoto-san."
"I did it to protect him," he
repeated, almost as if he was trying to convince himself.
He saw the worry and concern shining brightly in
her eyes.
What was he doing here?
He was only eighteen, yet here he stood in front
of her doorsteps with his hands stained in that disgusting color. He shouldn't
be here. He should be at home, practicing the Shigure Souen Ryu, to make sure
he would be strong enough to stop another attack on Tsuna.
Haru took a step forward towards him.
"No matter how many times I beat him, he
kept coming back." Yamamoto whispered almost frenziedly, remembering how
the day had started.
The sky had been so blue, the perfect day to
play some ball.
He and Tsuna had been walking home, just the two
of them since Gokudera was still recovering from the bento Bianchi had secretly
packed him, when the man with the sword appeared.
He remembered breaking the arm of the man with
the hilt of his sword, but the man merely switched hands.
He broke that arm too, but the man just charged
with the sword held by his mouth.
Broke the leg and the other one too...
But the man had just kept coming...
"It was my fault," he said to her,
the blank stare remaining even after Haru reached out and held his hands. His
first thought was to jerk his hands away from her, but he was too consumed in
the memory. "I could have knocked him out. I could have run away and drag
Tsuna with me. But... But I..."
The options had all been clear to him, but the
side of him, this other side of him he hadn't been aware of until
now had whispered to him.
Kill him.
Kill the bastard before he causes any more
trouble for the Decimo.
"I killed him," he whispered.
The assassin side of him had finally truly
awakened.
Haru should have gasped or at least should have
been shocked by this, but instead she looked at him with tears in her eyes.
Yamamoto looked down at their joined hands. The blood in his hands was dry and
so did not stain hers. Her hands were so pale, so white, so... pure compared to
his.
What was he doing here?
"It's okay Yamamoto-san," Haru
whispered. He had been protecting Tsuna-san, but saying that to comfort him
would have no meaning. She couldn't tell him that everything would be alright.
That would only be lying to him. Instead, Haru lowered their hands and moved
closer, pressing her head against his chest.
They were too close.
Too intimate.
It wasn't proper for her to be so close to him.
But he deserved it.
"If you can't cry, I'll cry for
you..."
His hand slipped underneath her shirt and teased
the hem of her bra. Her sweet mouth parted into a small 'o' when she felt his
large, warm hand encasing her sensitive breast. "Takeshi!"
He needed her.
He wasn't afraid to admit it.
It had taken him a while to figure out why he
had gone to her of all people on that particular day, but he had never
forgotten once he realized the truth.
"Ah!" she cried softly into his ear
when he teased her nipple, her breasts tightening in reaction to his touch.
He needed her.
"How many?" she sat on her bed with
her legs crossed as he sat against the wall, the katana propped against his
shoulder.
It was now a sort of ritual for them now.
During the day, they would smile and act
cheerful around their friends to keep up the façade that nothing was wrong. But
during the night, they would meet at Haru's apartment and talk to each other in
her room.
It was in the darkness of her room that the
truth came out.
"Five," he simply answered.
The large number didn't surprise her. He was
starting to get well-known within the Mafia World, the prodigy of the sword
that had defeated the sword master of the Varia. He was now a target by the
best of the best.
"When?"
"At home," he leaned against the
sword, feeling a sense of security and comfort at the knowledge that his weapon
was nearby. "Otousan was out at the store."
"...I'm glad you're okay."
When he had first met Haru, he had seen her as
an interesting friend of Tsuna's. She was eccentric and spontaneous, but she
was very loyal to Tsuna. Despite how she knew Tsuna loved Kyoko, she stood by
his side and did her best to help him.
Perhaps it was her loyalty that made him trust
her.
Or maybe it was the way she always pushed back
the demons that haunted her aside the moment she saw that a friend was in
trouble.
But maybe... just maybe...
It was because of the way she smiled.
The first time he kissed her, both had been
unprepared.
He had moved by instinct. One moment he heard
the sound of her soothing voice talking to him and the next, he was bending
forward with his lips pressed against hers.
She had stared at him in surprise but hadn't
moved away.
The silence, he had taken for acceptance.
She didn't resist when he deepened the kiss.
Instead, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer, their entangled
bodies falling on top of her bed.
Reborn smiled as he stood on top of the ledge of
the roof, his keen eyes catching through the open window, the two figures
sprawled on top of the black couch. He had always known that Yamamoto had the
skills to be a great assassin and he had been well aware of the trauma that he
would have to overcome the first time he killed.
Reborn had expected Yamamoto to turn to his
father for advice so imagine his surprise when he discovered that the one
Yamamoto relied on for comfort was Haru.
"Love works in mysterious ways, doesn't
it?" Bianchi said with a chuckle as she stood beside him on the ledge.
He simply smiled and lowered the tip of his hat,
almost in acknowledgment of the slumbering couple.
Haru smiled sleepily as Yamamoto rested his head
on her shoulder. His hand held hers tightly, feeling reassured at her mere
presence and touch. He no longer clung to his sword. The soft sound of his
breath and the feel of his chest rising and falling against her gave her a
sense of peace.
"Welcome home Takeshi."
::owari::
AN: To answer one
reader's questions, I added Reborn and Bianchi in the end because they always
seem to watch over everyone. If Yamamoto was having trouble coping, I believed
that they would try to find a way to help him. They were just surprised, but also
glad that Haru ended up being the key to helping Yamamoto.
Maa Maa, you have REALLY made me fall in love with this pairing!! I don't know what to do! Their love is limited, but I need more! Oh, soo much more!
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