Summary: AU In where Tsuna and
Xanxus grew up together, watching each other's back... where innocence was
tainted since the start... One Miura Haru finds herself in a various precarious
situation 2786/TsunaxHaru
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.
Chapter Four: Monster
HappyFace1886
His fist collided against the face of the man,
causing a sickening crack to echo in the air. The man flew and crashed into the
wall, causing him to cough out blood. There was a loud angry cry from behind,
but the two-toned eyes barely flickered as Tsuna ducked and avoided the metal
bar aimed for his head.
He lifted his palm and pressed it against the
chest of the man and activated the vibrant flames in his hands. The man
screamed in pain at the burning sensation and was also thrown into the air.
Listless eyes watched the man fall to the ground
before turning to the others that surrounded him.
“More trash?” Tsuna murmured softly. He slowly
turned around, adjusting his coat carelessly before sauntering towards the men
who were shifting nervously against each other. The wind blew ominously,
causing his coat to bellow around him like a regal cloak. “No matter how many
times I clean it all up... only more seem to come...”
“S-Shit, why is the heir of the Vongola here of
all places?” one of the men cursed. “Shouldn’t some grunts be the one doing the
patrolling?”
Tsuna smiled coldly at them, his impassive eyes
giving away nothing.
He appeared so calm, so gentle, to the men
before him and yet, an internal fire was glowing angrily within them.
How dare they?
Who the fuck did they think they were?
“Distract me.” He purred against her lips.
Haru’s eyes widened as he crushed his lips
against her, hungrily tasting the inside of her mouth while his fingers became
entangled within the soft locks of her hair. She whimpered at how harsh his
touch was, as though he wanted more and more and wanted it all at once. When he
trailed his lips down from her mouth, she couldn’t find it in herself to scream
out for help. His lips were trailing down her jaw line, leaving behind a
scorching pathway that made it so darn hard for her to breathe.
Intoxicating....
His other hand tugged at the front of her
blouse, pulling it roughly to one side so that his lips could kiss the area
between her neck and shoulder. Tsuna closed his eyes, lapping away gently at
the delicate skin, memorizing the sound of her soft gasps while she struggled
to contain these strange sensations he was eliciting from her.
He smiled and nipped at the reddening skin. “Do
you like this, Haru-chan?”
His taunting words seem to snap her out of
whatever haze she was in and a small growl vibrated throughout her entire body.
“P-Pervert, let go of Haru!”
“Pervert?” Tsuna echoed in amusement.
“Haru-chan, you know that’s not my name.”
“B-Baka, i-it might as well be your name.” Haru
snapped, clinging frantically to the feelings of anger so that she wouldn’t
focus on the fact that she was practically sitting on his lap while her blouse
was pulled haphazardly to the side. She could feel his hair tickling her nape
and.... darn it.... the heat of his breath while he whispered against her wet
skin.
Tsuna ran his fingers through her hair, stroking
them lovingly while splaying kisses all over her bare skin. Her scent, her
taste, her presence.... It made him forget, it made him believe that everything
was alright.
His eyes slightly fluttered open and he realized
that he could no longer breathe.
She looked so beautiful and so helpless beneath
him. Her lips were red after having to endure the onslaught of his hungry
mouth. A gentle dust of pink covered her cheeks and she was breathing harshly,
her chest heaving up and down for his eager eyes as she desperately tried to
breathe. Her hair was strewn all over her head. It made her look so
delicious... so inviting...
“How?” he leaned forward, skimming his lips over
her collar, enjoying how she whimpered beneath him. “How is it that you have so
much power over me?”
Haru gasped when he nipped her collarbone,
stroking her sensitive skin with his tongue. She could vaguely hear what he was
saying, but she couldn’t understand any of it. Though she had managed to learn
how to speak Italian, that didn’t mean that she was completely fluent in it.
And it was especially hard to interpret what he was saying when he was d-doing stuff
like t-t-this to her.
“P-Please,” she pleaded, hating how soft and
feeble her voice sounded. But really, she didn’t think she could handle these
sensations anymore. They were driving her mad, destroying any sense she had in
her mind.
What was this power he seemed to hold over her?
And why was it that she was unable to push him
away?
If it was any other man, Haru knew, without a
doubt, that she would struggle with all her might to make him get off her. And
yet, with each stroke of his fingers, each brush of his lips, her limbs would
weaken and she would just melt.
So why?
Why?
“T-Tsuna!” she cried out sharply when she felt
his hand cup her breast. Her brown eyes widened and shock and fear appeared in
her glazed eyes. She clung onto Tsuna’s shoulders, her fingers clenching
tightly onto the soft material of his clothes. He kissed her cheek and ran his
hand through her hair with his other hand.
“My name,” his voice made Haru shiver. “You
finally said my name.”
“W-Wait a second,” she stammered. Things were
suddenly going too fast for her. One minute he had been mindlessly kissing her
while forcing her onto his lap and now she was basically beneath him!
“I like the sound of my name coming from your
mouth,” he continued to tease. Tsuna could feel her quivering beneath him, but
it was too much fun teasing her. He so badly wanted to slip his hand beneath
her bra, to feel the silken flesh just waiting to be toyed with by his fingers.
He wanted to feel the heat of her body reacting with his, to raise the sound of
her gentle moans to loud cries of pleasure. “Say it again.”
The pink on Haru’s face darkened to a deep red
and she whimpered. Oh gods, oh gods, he was pinning her to a corner and he knew
it too! By saying his name, she would be conceding to him. But there was no way
in hell she was going to willing give in to him! But... But if she didn’t...
Haru bit her lip.
There wasn’t any other choice...
“T-Ts-.”
The loud ringing of a cell phone was heard and
Haru saw Tsuna’s face darken. The teasing smile she was so used to disappeared
and his eyes narrowed, irritation and anger fleeting through his face. The
phone rang loudly, but he didn’t move for a few seconds before he sighed.
He caressed her cheek and then leaned closer,
brushing his lips against hers. It was so soft and gentle that Haru almost felt
as though he hadn’t touched her, but the feel of his breath against her lips
and the way he kissed the corner of her lips as well told her this was all too
real.
“Next time...” he promised. “We’ll continue this
next time.”
With those words, Tsuna regretfully pulled away
from her and walked over to his fallen coat. He pulled out the cell phone and
threw the cloak around himself. Tsuna could feel Haru’s eyes on him and unable
to discontinue his teasing, he turned his head and gave her a cocky grin. “Be
prepared because next time I’ll have you screaming my name.”
His words made the flush on her face grow even
more and Haru grabbed the nearest object and threw it at him angrily. The heavy
book slammed into the closing door. “The only reason why I’ll be screaming your
name next time is because of how much of a pervert you are!”
His laughter echoed even behind from the closed
door.
It had been such a sweet moment and yet, it had
all been ruined by these bastards. Tsuna watched the men shake and felt his
mood worsening.
There was another reason why Tsuna, out of all
people, had been called over to take care of these scum.
Tsuna raised his hand, pointing his glowing hand
towards the men. “Tell me whose Family you are affiliated with.”
“As if we’d tell you Vongola bastards something
like that!” one of them spat.
Tsuna smirked. “Why, afraid I’ll go and kill
your leader?”
“Why you-!”
“It’s more along the lines of how we don’t want
to soil the hands of our leader with the dirty blood of someone like you.”
Another hissed. “You’re nothing but a filthy traitor that deserves to d-gack!”
The glowing fist slammed into his face and sent
him flying. “You’re too loud.... not to mention, messy,” Tsuna said at the
sight of the man’s blood splattered all over his fist. He sighed and reached
for his handkerchief, wiping away the blood. This was such messy work. “Now
boys, are we going to play nice or do I need to teach you another lesson?”
“S-Shimon,” one of the finally stammered. The
man was unable to tear his eyes of his boss who was gagging on his own blood
due to the broken nose. “W-We are of the Shimon Family. Please, we told you!
Now let us go!”
The man was kicked in the stomach and he fell
forward, clutching it. Tsuna sighed. “Fool, do you think that just because you
told me what I want that I’d let you go? What kind of mafia member are you?”
“M-Monster,” the man clutching his stomach
gasped out and Tsuna kicked him on the face.
A monster...
Yeah... that was what he was...
Haru’s scent was so sweet and soothing. Just
holding onto her like this was so comforting. His heavy body relaxed and he
allowed his restraints to loosen. For far too long has he always been on his
guard. Even within his own home within one of the many Vongola manors, he was
never able to relax.
Did a spy get in?
Was an enemy plotting an ambush?
Was one of his men suddenly going to turn on
him?
What about the food? Was it spiked with poison?
Even with his Guardians around, Tsuna didn’t
feel safe. Ever since he had been brought into the mafia, he had learned the
hard way that survival was no easy task. His life was at risk every step of the
way and if he didn’t learn to adapt, he was going to die.
Die like trash, as Xanxus would say.
But he was the heir.
He was the one who was to lead these people in
the future.
Death wasn’t the only problem he had.
He had to be strong.
He had to put up a front.
After all, a weak leader was a useless one.
One better off dead.
But around her, it didn’t matter. He could just
be himself, to tease her and talk to her as he pleased. Perhaps it was due to
how she didn’t know of his true identity, but the fire in her, the honesty in
her eyes, it attracted him to her.
She was everything he wasn’t and everything he
wanted.
That fire she had, he wanted to consume.
It also made Tsuna want to sigh.
Reborn was always right. No matter how hard he
tried to hide it, the darn baby had a way of figuring out everything, even
before Tsuna understood it himself.
Tsuna was all too aware of the truth.
He was addicted.
And there was no turning back.
Tsuna leaned against the wall. The men crumpled
on the ground were alive, but wouldn’t be for long if they didn’t receive any
treatment.
The Shimon Family...
He pulled out his cell phone and speed dialed a
number.
Just for a little longer...
Just a little bit more...
He wanted to lose himself to his addiction...
“It’s me.” Tsuna whispered quietly before
looking up at the night sky, feeling the flames of his will growing brightly
within what appeared to be an eternal darkness. “Gather up the Guardians.”
Let me play a little bit more before I return to
being a monster.
::tsuzuku::
