Genesis - Katekyo Hitman Reborn - Chapter 03

Summary: There was a reason why Reborn got Haru involved with the Mafia. Even if she was useless to them in fights and even if she couldn't provide as much emotional strength as Kyoko, she was vital and without her, there would just be no Vongola. G86/GiottoHaru

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. lol, i still don't understand the beta system thing and I don't really have time to re-read and edit things.

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Genesis: Chapter 03

HappyFace1886

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Haru walked slowly behind Giotto, staring down with face aflame at how he was holding her hand. It was because they couldn’t talk to each other and holding hands assured that they won’t get separated, but the redness in her face just wouldn’t disappear. Then there was the silent panic in her that was wondering where it was that he was taking her?

However, she was more calm and reassured with the knowledge that Giotto was with her. He was Tsuna-san’s ancestor after all and seemed as equally nice! The calmness allowed her to clear her mind so that she could try and understand what was going on.

It had been no accident she had been sent to the past. That meant there was a reason she had been sent here. It had to be Reborn-chan’s idea because he had been the one to give her the book.

She almost smiled at that realization. For once she was being relied on for a mission of sorts. It had to be important since it involved the creator of the Vongola. Maybe she had been sent to help a tragedy that had occurred? Maybe the incident with Daemon Spade?

No, no, if that was the case, history would be altered and Tsuna-san might not even become the Decimo. He might not even be born!

As Haru fretted over that thought, Giotto came to the stop. She squeaked, almost hitting his back, and immediately pulled back with a frantic apology. She was unable to move far away from him as his hold on her wrist was still strong. Instead, with an encouraging smile, he tugged her closer and motioned to the house in front of him.

It was a quaint little house made of wood and in need of some repairs. The windows were cracked here and there while there was a hole on one of them, a thin cloth placed before it to prevent wind from getting in. Nature had also become a part of the building with vines plastered on the sides while flowers and bushes grew around rampant.

The book Reborn had given her only scant information on the Primo’s history. It made her wonder what sort of life he had led before becoming the feared and revered man known throughout the world.

The door to the house opened and Haru stiffened. Giotto pulled at her hand and began talking excitedly towards whoever was coming out. “Attilio!”

A tall, frail looking man stepped out. His hair was fair and tied in a high pony tail, his sharp yet wise green eyes lighting up at the sight of Giotto before turning curious and wary when they landed on Haru. He greeted Giotto back and the two began to speak.

Meanwhile, Haru stood frozen behind him, wondering what was happening. Her heart was beating rabidly and she was starting to grow dizzy with nervousness. Her hands clenched onto Giotto’s and he paused in his speaking, glancing at her. Then with a bright smile, he resumed talking and this time, she heard her name in every few lines.

The man named Attilio sounded inquisitive and Haru inhaled sharply when his attention settled back on her. She gave him a weak smile, hoping it made her look harmless and squeezed Giotto’s hand tighter when the man reached over for her.

He touched her head and began to speak in a soothing tone, pausing once in a while. It took Haru a moment to realize that he was asking her to say something. “I... hello? I-It’s nice to meet you.”

Attilio stared at her for a few measures longer and nodded. “Japanese?”

The sound of the familiar language almost made all the tension in her body leave. “Yes! Yes, I’m Japanese! Do you know how to speak it? Where exactly am I? What-.”

He held up a hand and shook his head. “Speak small.”

“Small?” Haru echoed in confusion before lighting up. “Oh, you speak only a little Japanese!”

Though Attilio seemed confused about what she had just said in such rabid fluency of a language he had only a small grasp on, he nodded since she seemed to understand. “How get here?”

At this, Haru became silent. What was she supposed to say? That she had somehow traveled in time? Bad enough that that alone sounded crazy, it would probably sound worse to someone who only understood fragments of the language. She ended up fidgeting, wracking her brain for a possible answer.

Attilio frowned and was about to say something when she felt someone step up in front of her. She looked up and ended up looking at Giotto’s back. He stood before her with a disapproving frown on his face. He and Attilio began to speak, Attilio sounding unhappy with what Giotto was doing while Giotto sounded unyielding towards whatever it was that Attilio was saying.

The panic in Haru returned. These two looked like they had a nice relationship! It would be unfair for them to get into an argument because of her!

Without really thinking, Haru jumped in between them, placing her hand against their chest. “I’m sorry! Please don’t fight. I... I don’t... really know how I got here too...”

Attilio was frowning, appraising her carefully. “Not know? How?”

“I don’t know! One minute I was with my friends, the next I was in the forest!” Haru explained quickly. She held up her hands to show that she meant no harm. “I don’t mean to cause trouble, but I’m sorry, I have nowhere to go.”

Giotto than began to speak beside her and though she didn’t know what he was saying, she could tell he was defending her. She cried out in surprise when Giotto suddenly wrapped his arms around her shoulder and pulled her against him, holding her tightly without even stopping in whatever he was saying.

Whatever he had said must’ve convinced Attilio because he seemed to relent, his shoulders slumping while he exhaled in exasperation. He waved his hand at Giotto, as though saying ‘do whatever you want’.

“Haru is Giotto’s responsibility now,” he sternly said to her. “Don’t cause trouble.”

“I-I won’t!” Haru said firmly, forgetting briefly that she was pressed tightly against Giotto. She was just glad that Attilio wasn’t going to be an enemy of sorts that she’d have to be scared of. Instead, she slumped against Giotto, relaxing now that she was over that hurdle at least. She froze, however, once she remembered who it was that she was against. Immediately, her hands pressed against him to push away. “I’m sorry!”

However, this time, Giotto didn’t let her go. Instead, he smiled down at her and said something to her that she didn’t understand. She blinked rapidly, trying to calm her pounding heart while her brain began to run rampant, trying to make sense of what he was saying even though it was obvious that she couldn’t since she didn’t know his language.

“Hurry up and come in,” barked Attilio and Haru jumped. Giotto glanced in annoyance at him, but seemed to also get the message since he walked into the house with Haru. Still, no matter the level of irritation, Haru could see the affection in his face for the older man.

The inside of the house was similar to the outside of it, appearing rustic and holding a warmth about it that charmed people. It was simple, being one large room and a door to one additional room with a sturdy table in the middle, a big bed in one corner, a book shelf in another, and what looked like a fire place against one wall.

“A-Ano,” she began timidly to Attilio as Giotto seated her before the table before grabbing a chair of his own. “H-How do you know Japanese?”

“Missionary,” he replied simply and now that Haru had a better look at him, he did seem to be wearing what appeared to be clerical clothing.

“Do you go there often?” she asked eagerly before berating herself mentally. Even if she did go to Japan, she still wouldn’t be at home. The depression on her face must’ve been noticeable as Attilio’s face softened slightly.

“Two times,” he explained. “Very pretty place.”

Haru fell silent, memories evoked by his words.

“Want to go back home?” Attilio questioned due to her silence.

She nodded slowly. “Want to go home... but Japan isn’t home...”

Attilio’s eyebrows knitted together. “Then where’s home?”

Oh gods, she was going to cry again. She knew she was a bit of a cry baby, but that didn’t mean that she should just constantly cry around these people! They had been kind enough to give her a place to stay! She didn’t want to burden them more with her problems. “I don’t know...”

Giotto saw her distress and held onto Haru while demanding explanations from Attilio who retorted snappily at him.

“No, no fighting!” Haru protested, wiping the gathering tears from her eyes. Damn it, she wasn’t a baby. She pulled away from Giotto, wondering just how many times he had hugged her today, and tried smiling at him, hoping it didn’t look like a grimace. It must’ve looked like one since the worry in Giotto’s eyes didn’t fade.

This actually caught Haru off guard a bit. She had read that Giotto was a calm imposing man with an icy cold exterior to those who weren’t friends. He possessed a warmth and kindness that attracted people, a charisma that made hundreds of thousands want to swear loyalty to him, and an authoritative presence that made enemies shudder in fear. However, no matter how kind he was, he had been a cautious man who didn’t instantly go around giving love to people.

It was only due to his hyper instincts that made it seem as though he cared for every person in this world. He was intuitive of who was innocent and who it was that needed protection. It was due to this ability that he seemed like an accepting man who took in all when in reality, he simply knew who it was to approach and was allowed to approach him.

At least that was what she had read in the book...

Perhaps she fit into one of those people who weren’t enemies... well, most likely since she really had no intention of harming him.

Though one thing was still confusing... like how he kept touching her.

The book had explicably said that no matter how kind Giotto was, he did have his limits on certain things. Physical contact was one of them.

“I’m fine,” Haru said reassuringly and Giotto, after a moment’s hesitation, conceded.

Attilio snorted, having watched the exchange, and said something in fluent Italian that made Giotto give a snide remark back. Haru giggled at their small argument since though Giotto was the younger one, Attilio seemed to be the one getting heated up and flustered by whatever it was Giotto was saying.

“Attilio-san, what exactly are you to Giotto-sama?”

The man arched an eyebrow. “Giotto-sama?”

Haru’s face flustered at the blunder. It may make sense to add such an honorific to a high status man in her timeline, but right now he was nothing more than a boy!

Giotto sensed the tension and began to ask Attilio about something, probably about what the –sama honorific meant. Her thought seemed to be correct since Attilio scowled and replied with what must’ve been nonsensical since Giotto seemed irritated now.

“No need to add honor brat who only bring you here.” Attilio said petulantly. “Not a hero.”

Haru laughed tensely. “He did much for me.”

“Did he now?” Attilio said curiously before looking darkly at Giotto who had muttered what was probably an unpleasant nickname. Apparently he wasn’t happy about being ignored. Attilio said something sharply to Giotto who only said another name.

“A-Ano...” Haru stated, feeling the tension exasperate.

“Unpleasant boy,” Attilio grumbled. What the hell was wrong with the boy? Normally Giotto was even tempered and mostly quiet. Now he was constantly butting in and arguing with him.

“Attilio-san?” Haru tried again. “What exactly are you to Giotto-sama?”

“This is orphanage,” Attilio stated and Haru stared openly in surprise. “Giotto is my charge.”

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::tsuzuku::

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AN: I am now just going to make stuff about the history of Vongola and Giotto. Was originally going to make it as canon as possible, but alas, I think it'll be easier to just do what I want. 8P

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