Happily Ever After - Katekyo Hitman Reborn - 2786

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!

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

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Happily Ever After

HappyFace1886

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“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...”

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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.

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“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.

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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.

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“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?

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“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.

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“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.

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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.

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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.

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“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.

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“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.”

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“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.”

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“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.”

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Tsuna’s lips slowly formed into a small smile. “Yeah... it’s all in the past now.”

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 “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.

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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.

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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.”

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“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.

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::owari::

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