ONESHOT
Summary: Since she had always been there for him, it had been so easy for him to take her presence for granted... the regret he felt once he realized that he would never be able to see her smiling face or hear her voice filled with adoration and love for him. But he would do anything to reunite with her once more, no matter the price. 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!
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.
This oneshot is the prize for Black Singularity
for entering the contest! I wanted your approval before posting this, but since
I sent this to you last night, I figured it might be a bit before I get a
response and I felt terrible for not being able to give my readers anything.
However, I hope you enjoy this version more! 8D
Happily Ever After
HappyFace1886
“She’s... dead?” orange-toned eyes widened,
taking in the sight of Gokudera’s despaired face. His normally outspoken
right-hand was sullen, unable to look at the boss he had admired ever since he
was a middle-schooler. Instead, his face was downcast and his shoulders were
trembling “Gokudera!”
The silver haired man’s head snapped up and
Tsuna saw how lost he appeared to be, unsure of how to accept this new
information... as if he couldn’t comprehend the words he himself had just said
out loud. When he met Tsuna’s face, he could have just lost it then and now.
“Haru... that stupid woman... she’s dead...”
Two-toned eyes snapped open and he would have
sat up, shaking and breathing hard from the nightmare that had haunted him, if
it wasn’t for the warm familiar body held close to his chest. Feeling the body
shifting, Tsuna tightened his grip around the petite waist of the woman before
him and nuzzled into her hair.
“Tsuna?” a soft husky voice asked sleepily, the
concern noted in her voice.
“Shh,” he murmured, loving how she instantly
relaxed under his touch. She had always been like this, so sensitive and
responsive to his touch. Tsuna felt her stroke his arm and also felt his tense
body slowly calming down.
Yes... she had always had this effect on him as
well. He had just been too stupid to notice in all those years.
“Damn it Tsuna, that’s enough!” for the first
time ever, he heard Yamamoto angrily yell at him. However, his words fell on
deaf ears as Tsuna barreled forward towards the men weakly holding onto their
guns. They shot at him in vain, only to see a blur as Tsuna vanished from their
sights.
Tsuna’s blood was pounding in his ears as he
could still hear Gokudera’s words echoing in his mind.
Haru was dead?
She was dead?
That girl... no, that woman who would never
leave his side no matter the dangers or no matter the consequences... she
was dead?
Driven by anger, driven by the anguish that
bloomed inside of him, he landed behind the men and sliced through their backs
with his flames. Blood rained all around him, tainting him with the fatal
redness. And yet, his eyes were blank, holding the coldness of a frightening
killer.
A beast whose chains had been unlocked.
“Tsuna!” he heard Yamamoto yell again and this
time he paused. He slowly lifted his head and turned towards where his Guardian
of Rain was coming from. But the moment his gaze met his, Yamamoto faltered,
his eyes wide and his jaw set in a tight grimace.
“They killed her.” His voice was quiet, so
monotonous that it made Yamamoto flinch.
She seemed to have noticed how his grip around
her waist tightened up and she tilted her head back, looking at him in concern.
“Tsuna?”
“It’s nothing, nothing,” he murmured, keeping
his face buried in her hair, worried of what would happen if she were to see
the expression on his face. Hell, he didn’t even know what kind of expression
he was wearing right now. And honestly, he didn’t want to know.
How he loved the feel of her cocooned so warmly
within his arms, how safe and secure she was under his protection. This was the
way it was supposed to be, how it should have been in the first place.
“They killed her.” He repeated, his tone of
voice suddenly catching a hint of franticness. Tsuna’s shoulders shook and his
hands trembled before his face, the hands that had not so long ago once touched
Haru on of her head when he had thanked her for a task he had given her. Such a
simple touch, a simple gesture... he had thought nothing of it... and now...
now he would never be able to do that again. “Yamamoto... they killed her. They
killed Haru!”
“Tsuna,” Yamamoto replied softly, as though he
didn’t even know the words that should be spoken. Haru’s death had struck
everyone by surprise. It had caught everyone completely off guard as she should
have been a safe and secure area, away from the danger and the ruthless
enemies...
But that woman...
That foolish, foolish woman...
Over the years, she had studied hard and had
become one of the top technicians for the Vongola. Her intellect and wit had
impressed many of the top brass, even the normally scornful Verde had been
taken by the bright young woman.
But because she was so smart...
Because she was one of the best...
When a terrible enemy had come upon them, she
had decided that she was the only one who could destroy their enemy’s computer
systems from inside their headquarters. It would have made this war so much
easier. By crippling one of the vital systems of the enemy, it would have
clinched the Vongola’s victory and prevent so many casualties.
But this price...
Was it really worth this price?
“Haru,” he murmured and when she gazed up at
him, he felt warmth fill him. Such trust and love she had in her eyes. Haru had
never bothered to hide her emotions from him and always openly showering him
with adoration and care. All of which he had taken for granted.
Trapped in his puppy-dog love for Kyoko, the
woman he believed he loved with all his heart merely because he admired the
kindness she exuded... he had completely forsaken the one who had actually
stolen his heart.
“Tsuna?” she inquired gently, reaching up to
touch his face. Her hand caressed his cheek and he turned his face, kissing the
palm of her hand. His hooded eyes stared at her and he smirked at the light
blush that graced her cheeks.
Even though he had done so much more with her,
even the simplest gesture from him was enough to cause her face to go up in
flames.
“Decimo, that’s crazy!” Gokudera yelled, held
back only by the strong grip Yamamoto had on his shoulder. He gazed desperately
at his leader whose back was turned to him. The other Guardians surrounded
their boss. Ryohei had a grim look on his face, but was silence for once.
Hibari had his usual air of nonchalance and Chrome was looking hesitant, the
grief still lingering on her face at the loss of a precious friend.
“This war,” Tsuna began slowly, “has gone too
far.”
“So let us... me help you! You’re strong, you’re
basically the strongest person I know, but what you’re trying to do is too
dangerous! What if... What if...” his voice cracked and he looked down, hands
clenched. There was no need for him to finish this sentence for it was a line
that went through some of their heads.
What if he perished too and didn’t return?
“I’ll be back, I promise.” Tsuna didn’t bother
to try and sound calm and amiable. There was still an air of indifference, a
coldness that sent shivers down one’s spine. “But this is something I have to
do. Alone.”
Yamamoto loosened his hold on Gokudera’s
shoulder and gazed intently at Tsuna. “We all have a right to participate in
this fight.”
Tsuna’s back straightened. Through the years, he
had learned to decipher the underlying meanings beneath Yamamoto’s words. It
was difficult at times since he was an enigmatic figure like the majority of
his Guardians... but this time, it was quite clear what he meant.
Tsuna alone wasn’t the only one who wanted
revenge.
But, the leather gloves Tsuna wore tightened
under his clenched fists, he would make it so that it was his.
This was his fight.
His war.
And he would mercilessly decimate his enemy
taking away someone he had never believed to be as precious as he now found her
to be.
His mouth hungrily sought hers, devouring her
soft lips eagerly. He would never get tired of the taste of her lovely mouth.
Never in his dreams had he ever imagined that she would taste so divine. His
hand trailed upward, curling around her soft brown locks. He tugged at her hair
gently, coaxing her to tilt her head back so that he could spear his tongue
deeper into her mouth.
The massacre had lasted only a few hours, but it
would spin a tale that would last for centuries.
One single man had destroyed an entire fleet of
perfectly trained men and women.
And he had emerged victorious, holding the body
of the man who had instigated this stupid war.
The legends would be endless, of how the once
kind and gentle leader of the infamous Vongola had changed so drastically with
the death of one woman. How, with the loss of a single woman, he had actually
carried a dead body out of the rubble and had pitilessly thrown the corpse onto
the ground for the world to see when only a few days ago, the thought of
actually killing someone had made him extremely queasy.
And the world would never forget the cost of
taking away the one woman he truly loved away from him.
“T-Tsuna,” she murmured breathlessly, shuddering
when his lips trailed to the side until it was brushing against her neck. Haru
tilted her head back, whimpering encouragingly when he skimmed his canine
against her supple skin. She never understood why, but there were times when he
seemed so desperate to touch her... as if he was afraid she’d disappear in his
grasp.
And it always happened whenever he had that
distant look in his eyes or if he had just woken up from some sort of
nightmare.
Haru didn’t know exactly when it had started,
but a few years ago, Tsuna had drastically changed. There was a haunted look in
his eyes and there would be times when he’d suddenly reach out and hug her
tight, kissing her endlessly as though he wanted to be sure that she truly was
there.
How greatly she wished to take this pain away
from him.
And so, she would always embrace him whenever he
reached for her. She wanted to hold him tight and make all the pain go away.
She didn’t know what it was that he was so
troubled by...
...but she hoped that someday she would be able
to make the beautiful, innocent light that had always been present in her
beloved Tsuna’s eyes to return one day.
“Dame-Tsuna,” an all too familiar voice called
out through the dark corridors of the Vongola manor. There was a slight shift
in Tsuna’s posture, but he didn’t turn around. Instead, he continued facing the
towering oak doors.
The air was tense and full of uncertainty.
However, underlying it all was a danger that screamed at Tsuna to move. No
matter how much power he possessed, it would be no easy feat defeating the
great assassin of all time.
Especially when the said assassin had regained
his body just a few years ago.
As an infant Arcobaleno, he had been a
formidable enemy.
But as the adult assassin Reborn, there was no
escaping the other end of his bullets.
“What do you want Reborn?” Tsuna asked quietly.
“What are you doing here?” came the soft
inquiry.
“I have a right to be anywhere in this
vicinity,” Tsuna replied smoothly. “I am the Decimo of the Vongola, after all.”
Reborn tilted his head, though Tsuna didn’t see
this. “The Decimo of Vongola? Last I recall, I don’t remember raising such shit
to become the head of the Vongola.”
Tsuna remained silent, his eyes staring intently
at the doors before him. With one swift push of his arms, he could easily open
the doors. There were no locks to hold him back and despite the large, heavy
appearance of the door, it was actually quite easy to open it. Just one flick
of his wrist, and the future would be his.
As though Reborn had read his mind, Tsuna
faintly heard the click of the safety of a gun being undone. He didn’t need to
turn around to know that Reborn was pointing the gun at him.
“Are you going to shoot me, Reborn?” Tsuna asked
as he slowly turned around. Just as he had predicted, the older man was indeed
pointing a gun at him, and judging by the appearance of it, it was real.
“Talk.”
“What are you talking abo-?” the rest of Tsuna’s
words were silenced with the gunshot, the bullet slicing past his cheek. The
flying projectile had been so close that it left a deep cut on Tsuna’s face,
but by now, the dying-will flames had been activated and two-toned orange eyes
met Reborn’s cold eyes.
“It’s been three months since she died,” Reborn
began softly. Though his appearance, not even his eyes, changed at this
statement, a part of the powerful assassin cracked at the reminder. Though a
master in hiding his true feelings, it didn’t mean Reborn hadn’t been affected
by Haru’s death. “You may have fooled everyone, but you’re not fooling me.”
“You’re worth everything to me, Haru.” Tsuna
spoke so softly that she almost missed his words. There was something fragile
in the way he spoke that it made Haru wrap her arms around him, her hand
running through his hair while he remained buried into her neck. “And for so
long, I’ve been an idiot... not noticing how I truly felt about you.”
“Tsuna?” she questioned, wondering where such
words were coming from. However, when he pulled away and looked at her with
those intent eyes of his, she smiled serenely at him. “It’s okay. It’s all in
the past. There’s no need to feel sad or guilty for something that’s already
past.”
“Am I an enemy now, Reborn?”
The veteran assassin scowled darkly. “You aren’t
the student I taught.”
Tsuna reached up to wipe the blood from his
face. The inner-turmoil that had been coiling around his presence faded away,
replaced by a sinister form of aura that made Reborn’s instinct deem that
something was wrong. “What the hell are you up to, Dame-Tsuna?”
“Nothing that concerns you.”
“It concerns everyone when you’re suddenly
getting more involved with the time-traveling equipment!” Reborn snapped, growing
impatient by how Tsuna was dancing around the topic. This brat; he may now
officially be the Vongola Decimo, but he would forever be a child in his eyes.
“It’s obvious what you’re up to.”
“Then why are you asking me?”
Because Reborn had wanted, with all hope, that
he was wrong. In a way, Tsuna had been one of his greatest students... and
though he’ll never admit it out loud, he had grown fond of the little wimp. And
secretly, he desperately hoped that all of his assumptions were wrong.
But judging by the gleam in Tsuna’s eyes... he
knew that was but the case.
“What can you hope to accomplish by doing this?”
Reborn asked in a collected voice. This was no time to get angry or
disappointed. First he needed to beat the shit out of this little snot before
he smacked some sense into him. “The past is the past. There’s nothing you can
do to change what happened.”
Tsuna’s lips slowly formed into a small smile. “Yeah... it’s all in the past now.”
“What makes you so sure of that?”
“There’s an order in this world that we must all
follow. You of all people had been taught this.” Reborn said, narrowing his
eyes. Time was something that one shouldn’t mess with. Tsuna had been called to
the future all those years ago in order to prevent the horrid future. He had no
power over the situation since had been summoned to the future. However, in
this case, it would be Tsuna himself going back in time in and with the
advanced technology they had gathered, he would be able to do so while changing
his body in order to fit the timeline he had entered.
To hold the ability to manipulate time to one’s
will... a dangerous ability for people to have, especially if it was a man with
a desire... and the will to do whatever it took to accomplish it.
Time would crumble under his touch and the world
would be torn apart.
Tsuna tilted his head, his eyes holding such
detachment that it made Reborn grit his teeth. “I don’t care.”
“You selfish brat!” Reborn snapped, losing the
meager patience he had left. Three months may have passed since Haru’s death,
but that didn’t mean that the affects had yet to disappear. In fact, it only
seemed to grow with the passing day. The feeling of grief and depression was
wearing away everyone’s temperaments. “You ignored her when you had the chance
to embrace her, too caught up in your cocky belief that she would never be
away... that she will always be there for you in your darkest hour... and now
that she’s gone, you’re going to indulge in your own selfish desires again to get
what you want?”
“I’ll do whatever it takes to get her back,
Reborn.” Tsuna raised his fist upward towards his former mentor. “Even if it
means going through you.”
“You’ll break the world, you stupid fool.”
Reborn yelled angrily, lunging for his former student with guns in each hand,
ready to shoot through the boy... no, the man he had once considered a great
leader.
Tsuna leaned closer, pressing his forehead against hers. She felt so small beneath him, so petite and fragile that it would be so easy for him to hurt her. However, there was a fire in her that drew him to her. It was that indomitable will that made it possible for her to stand by him despite all the hardship he put her through, how, unlike Kyoko who had been pampered with all his attention, she had learned to survive in the mafia world on her own two feet.
There had been a strong reason why Reborn had held the title of the strongest and deadliest assassin alive. His movements were fluid and held no hesitation. When it meant striking for the kill, he intently did so without any uncertainty no matter the target.
Any and all enemies who got in his way would be
dealt with accordingly.
Unfortunately, this wasn’t just any opponent he
was dealing with.
It was his former student and perhaps his
greatest student of all.
“So selfish,” he murmured in a raspy voice,
leaning against the wall with one hand over his chest. His suit was torn and
blood stained his hands, dripping onto the floor and forming a small pool
beneath him. “You’re guilt is eating you alive so you’re willing to travel back
in time just so you can get some peace of mind.”
“You’re wrong.”
Reborn continued, ignoring Tsuna’s soft denial.
“Once you’ve traveled back in time, and then what? History will repeat itself!
This is different from the time with Byakuran! That was the future, this will
be the past!”
And yet despite Reborn’s bold declarations of
the truth, the look of firm conviction never left Tsuna’s face. In fact, his
customary blankness whenever he was in his Dying Will Mode remained and he
nonchalantly reached down to pick up his jacket which had fallen during the
skirmish. “It’s like you said, Reborn. The world will break if I try to control
time... but I will break it if it means getting what I want. Haru is mine and
I’ll do whatever it takes to get her back.”
“I’ll never lose you again.” He vowed mostly to
himself, but whispered the words against her lips.
It was a promise he made to himself and one he
was intent on keeping.
No matter the consequences.
::owari::
