Ambigram - Katekyo Hitman Reborn - Chapter 08

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 very precarious situation 2786/TsunaxHaru

My lack of KHR knowledge might make some things untrue or some characters OOC! 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.

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Chapter Eight: The Test

HappyFace1886

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It was like the devils incarnate had appeared before her, the scars on his face adding to the vicious look he had. Haru’s eyes, however, were focused on the pistol pointing at her. It was glowing a brilliant shade of red and was crackling with energy. How was that even possible? What kind of weapon did that?

First that red headed ninja-boy jumping up to impossible heights and now a glowing gun that shot lasers?

What kind of cheap sci-fi movie was she in?

Before she could even comment on the incredulousness of the situation, she yelped as the scarred man released a shot, shooting right in front of her. Haru crawled backwards a bit, looking frightened as the ground sizzled a bit where the laser had gone through.

“Who the fuck are you?” came the words out harshly in Italian. Her mind was barely able to grasp the foreign words, but her voice was stuck in her throat. This man was insane and probably a blood thirsty killer. Aside from the obvious, his eyes said that he wasn’t a normal man.

“Ha-.”

“Wrong answer, trash.” Came the harsh reply before another shot was fired. Haru ducked and smelled burnt hair. Her eyes then widened and out came a squeak of indignation as she looked behind her head.

“My hair!” she yelled, seeing the edges of her hair burnt to a crisp. Her eyes widened further when she saw how the edges were still glowing a bit, threatening to burst into flames. She immediately smothered them before clutching onto her ruined hair, giving this cold, evil man one of the harshest glare she could muster. However, so caught up in her anger, all she could do was lift her assaulted hair in his direction while repeating the same two words with more anger than shock this time. “My hair!”

“The f-.”

“You burned my hair!” she yelled, the brown tresses that had reached to her mid-back now looking ridiculous with how the middle part of her hair was burnt to her shoulders while the rest of her hair reached the normal length. “How dare you! Don’t you know how important one’s hair is to a girl?”

“Stupid woman, like I give a damn about your hair!” Xanxus snarled in perfect Japanese, but Haru didn’t even notice the switch in languages. In fact, she didn’t even care that the glowing gun was still dangerously close to her person.

Her innocent hair was ruined!

All the stress that had piled up tonight swirled tumultuously within her, threatening to explode. And this time, Haru didn’t bother to hold them in bay. She let them roam wildly inside of her.

Justice must be enacted!

Haru’s hand reached out towards Xanxus, but before she could even get near him, he had stepped backwards and grabbed her by the wrist. His grip was tight and she winced. A cold dread filled her stomach at his merciless gaze, but her anger refused to be smothered.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he demanded. Whoever this woman was, she wasn’t dangerous. That much was obvious with the way she was squeaking around everywhere. The only reason why he didn’t blast her right there was because if she obviously didn’t have the skills to sneak in, then that meant she was let in. And he wanted to know why. After that, then he’d blast her.

Brown eyes glowered at him, tugging slightly at her captured wrist in hopes that maybe he’ll let go. “See, you don’t like it either when people try to touch you without permission.”

The hell? Was this woman crazy?

“Apologize!” Haru demanded.

Xanxus stared at her.

“Apologize to Haru’s poor hair!” and as if to emphasize on the pain her hair must be going through, Haru whipped her head around so that the burnt part of it was in Xanxus’ face. He almost sputtered since parts of her untouched hair smacked him on the face. Instead, his face darkened and his grip on his gun tightened.

This annoying woman was going to die.

“Woman-.” He growled, only to be interrupted.

“Hahi,” Haru huffed in frustration, still trying to wrench her arm free from Xanxus’ death grip. “It’s not that hard to apologize! What is it with people in Italy constantly invading Haru’s personal space? First the perverted Decimo whatever, the red head, and now you! All Haru wants is an apology! At least the red head apologized! Maybe it’s with people in Vongola who just have no manners-eep!”

Haru squealed as she stumbled backwards onto the ground when Xanxus abruptly released her. She groaned and winced, muttering under her breath about how she had been abruptly abusing her poor bottom by falling on it a lot in the past few hours. When she looked up, Haru’s stomach dropped.

The scary man with the noticeable burns had an unreadable look on his face.

“Decimo?” he murmured.

“Hahi!” Haru immediately got up from the floor, ignoring the fact that this man had been about to kill her just seconds ago. “Do you know where I can find him?”

The man continued to stare at her before his lips curled into a sneer. It wasn’t long before that turned into a full blown out laugh. He clutched onto his stomach, howling with what sounded like laughter of disbelief.

“The fucking brat,” he choked out, “with pathetic trash like you?”

Haru scowled at the insults and how he was keeping her out of the loop. “Hey! What’s so funny?”

“The brat wouldn’t have chosen you for a pathetic reason,” he said, slowly composing himself. However, the thrilled amusement had yet to fade. “I know him enough to know that he wouldn’t have let things become this serious without being able to get something in return.”

A chill went down Haru’s spine and she had the good sense to take a step back. “W-What are you trying to say?”

The gun was lifted upward and pointed at her again. “I’m saying fucking dance, trash.”

There was no time to scream as Haru leaped to the side, avoiding the laser-like shot once more. She grunted when she fell onto the ground, but there was no time to even yell at him for shooting at her again. His gun was following her position, shooting without inhibition. And judging by the expression on that man’s face, he was enjoying this! He was enjoying toying with her life!

That alone was enough to make her want to scream with rage.

Was Dante-san wrong about the Vongola? Were they just a bunch of thugs, the actual definition of the mafia? But what did this make Dante-san? And that guy, Yamamoto? Yamamoto-san seemed nice and Dante-san was even friends with her father! Why were they associating themselves with someone like the mafia?

“Is that all you got?” Xanxus taunted, the amusement gradually fading when nothing seemed to be happening. Had he been wrong? Was this girl just a temporary interest that had just managed to last a little longer than the others?

No, that couldn’t be right. Rumors about this girl’s existence were spreading around the underworld. Dealing with such gossip was troublesome and not something Tsuna would want to deal with if it was with some random form of amusement.

The sneer on Xanxus’ face deepened.

Maybe she just needed a little more push?

Haru hid behind one of the statues in the hallways, biting her lip at how close one of the gunshots had been to hitting her. One of the laser bullets then sliced through her cheek and she almost cried out. Instead, she bit her lip harder, crouching down low.

Maybe if she just got that gun away from him, things would be easier?

Sitting against the base of the statue, Haru briefly closed her eyes.

Oh gods, please let this work.

She gasped when the gunshots seemed to strengthen and gritted her teeth at how the force seemed to shake her against the statute. Did this man ever run out of bullets?

Xanxus doubled the power of his gun, easily tearing through parts of the statue like tissue paper. From the corner of his eyes, he saw her slipping off the jacket. Did she think she could fool him into thinking that she was pretending to be there? Knowing how peons thought, she’d probably try to get him to believe she was there while she crawled down the hallway behind the statues until she was either behind him or a safe distance away from him.

As if he’d fall for that.

Reaching behind him, Xanxus pulled out his second gun and without hesitation, proceeded to demolish every single statue before and behind him. He laughed at how all of the statues seemed to crumble into pieces. Good, he had always hated how ridiculous the designs were. Maybe this would give them a chance to actually clean this place up.

The blast of energy seemed to last forever, tearing through all the stoned figurines until they were in pieces. And when he finally came to a stop, he noticed that he had actually destroyed part of the hallway as well. Xanxus scoffed. Great, the elders were going to try and gnaw his ear off for that. Maybe he could send Squalo in his place for the lecture.

Xanxus gave his surroundings a lazy once over.

A pity. The woman was dead. She had to be, especially with the fire power he had thrown into the small hallway. The brat was going to be pissed as hell at him for this, but that didn’t matter.

The Vongola had no need for weak trash.

A mixture of annoyance at how he had wasted his time and disappointment that the brat had actually allowed himself to indulge in such a pathetic weak woman, Xanxus placed his guns away. And the moment he did so, he heard the sound of crystals chiming together. His body froze and he saw his shadow moving, his head snapping upward to see that stupid brown haired woman clutching onto the trembling chandelier as she stood on it.

When the hell did she get up there?

His hand automatically went for his guns, to shoot her down before she did... did... well, something!

Had he been mistaken?

Was this woman actually a threat?

Haru shuddered, trembling as she clutched onto the chandelier, inhaling deeply before crying out loudly. “I can’t get down from here!”

Xanxus froze, his fingers barely wrapping around his guns.

What did she just say?

Meanwhile, Haru was in near tears. “It’s all your fault, you jerk! So you better help Haru down right now!”

Xanxus scowled, what the hell was she talking about? Stupid woman, taking him by surprise like that.

Meanwhile, Haru clutched onto the chandelier tightly. Oh gods, how was she supposed to have known that this man was some crazy trigger-happy maniac? She had no idea he had a second gun and even if she had predicted that possibility, how could she have known he would have gone gun-crazy and destroyed everything in the nearby vicinity?

She had climbed onto one of the now destroyed statues, having planning on tackling the man or something in order to get him off guard. Maybe if she was lucky, she could have torn his gun away from him.

But no, he had to go crazy and make her leap instinctively, clutching and climbing onto the chandelier for safety.

...this day could not get any worse!

The sound a gun cocking made her freeze and when she looked down, she saw that the man was pointing his glowing gun at her.

Scratch that, this day could get a lot worse!

The scream was belted out as the shot was fired. Haru felt the chandelier fail her, the smell of melting metal filling her senses. The man had shot the chandelier! And now it was falling and she was going to die in some terrible glass-filled death!

This had to be some sort of nightmare.

She had arrived in Italy with so much hopes and dreams, all of it dashed away by several perverts and some gun totting mafia member!

As she fell and screamed her lungs out, the only thing Haru could think of was that she was going to haunt every single one of them until their last breath if it was the last thing she did in the afterlife!

Her eyes were tightly clenched shut as she awaited her doomed faith when suddenly, her body was propelling forward. No longer was she clutching onto the chandelier as she was forcibly vaulted forward. Her hand reached out blindingly and she felt her fingers wrap around something soft and smooth.

Brown eyes marred with tears looked up and gasped at the sight of untamed wild hair glowing with a flickering flame that seemed to emit power. A hand was on her back, the other hooked under her knees. Both were pulling her closer to the warm body, a protective possessive hold while the entire frame of her savior seemed to... shake?

Was it of fear?

Haru’s eyes widened at the sight of the flashing two-toned eyes.

No, not fear.

That wasn’t even close to the emotions flowing through those eyes.

She and the pervert had finally been reunited.

And from the looks of it, he was undeniably pissed.

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::tsuzuku::

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AU: Whew, sorry for lateness with this. I'm sorry if this feels like a filler, but I felt like it was necessary. :) Besides, I can't see Xanxus just ignoring her if he knew she was the one that was messing around with the norm for the Vongola. Not to mention, she's been causing some indirect trouble for him with the rumors and such. @_@ Or maybe I'm just getting his personality wrong.

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