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! 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.
Chapter Seven: The Decimo's Guest
HappyFace1886
Haru
eyes opened, a soft moan escaping from her lips. She had a headache and her
limbs felt so heavy. Whatever she was lying against was soft and warm, but
it... was moving?
Someone
was carrying her on their back!
Her eyes
slowly widened before she sat up quickly, the memory of the last event that had
happened before she had passed out immediately resurfacing in her mind. She let
out a loud ‘eep’ and pulled away as far as she could from Yamamoto, a vibrant
blush on her face while she looked very mortified.
Then the
fear and anger settled in.
Dante-san
had said the Vongola protected the town and yet the Vongola was mafia?
Had he
lied to her?
And what
about the perverted bastard? Had he known all along and played her like a fool?
“You’re
awake.” Yamamoto noted with a smile, glancing behind him.
“Let me
down,” Haru said, trying to keep her turbulent emotions at bay. He wasn’t
hurting her and it didn’t look like he wanted to do anything. That was the only
reason why she wasn’t struggling with all her might to get away.
And
where were they anyways?
They
were no longer in the dark streets where she had been... been attacked by that
red haired boy. The setting had changed into a long dark corridor that was
dimly lit, several chandeliers sparkling mutedly from above. It was like a
scene out of a 17th century European manor.
“You
should take it easy.” Yamamoto said, continuing his walk. Gokudera grumbled
something incoherent beside him. “We’re heading to the medical wing so that you
can get checked out by the doctor.”
“I’m
fine, I don’t need a doctor.” Haru rushed. “I just want to go home.”
“See,
the wench just wants to go so just call someone who can take her back.”
Gokudera growled. He and Haru locked eyes for a brief second and the unpleasant
sneer he gave her made her glower at him. “What the hell are you looking at?”
“Someone
very rude and mean,” she snapped back. “There’s no need for name-calling when
you don’t even know Haru!”
“Haru,
is that your name?” Yamamoto perked up, trying to break the brewing fight when
he saw Gokudera’s face reddening with anger.
Haru
wanted to smack herself for giving that away. “Y-Yes and-.”
“My name
is Yamamoto Takeshi.” He said. “And that’s Gokudera Hayato.”
“Hahi,
you two are Japanese as well?” Haru asked, startled. She shook her head right
after. No, no, she was getting off topic. “I’m sorry. Thank you for your help,
but Haru really needs to go back. Um... c-could you put me down?”
The shy
yet polite way she was asking made Yamamoto smile, but he shook his head. “If I
put you down, you’ll just run away.”
“B-B-.”
“Besides,
you’re friends with someone close to us.” He explained. “And it won’t do if we
found out later that you were actually hurt. Our friend would be very
disappointed in us.”
Haru,
from the corner of her eyes, saw Gokudera stiffen. Apparently whatever Yamamoto
said made sense to him and it didn’t look like he was going to object to her
being here anymore. But what did this mean? It wasn’t like she knew anyone from
the Vongola...
“Do you...
Do you know Dante-san?” she ventured a guess.
Yamamoto
blinked in curiosity. “Dante-san? Oh yeah, he’s the one who’s the head of this
part of town. I don’t know him personally, but I heard that he’s a pretty
strong.”
She
could have sighed. This meant that it wasn’t Dante-san.
So who
was this close friend Yamamoto had mentioned?
“Yamamoto-sama,
Gokudera-sama,” a voice called out from the corner of the corridor. A woman in
a black suit appeared, her eyes hidden by the dark black sunglasses she wore. She
gave them a deep bow before standing up with her back straight, looking
attentive and ready to serve them. “The meeting has come to an end and the
officials have left the room.”
“And the
Decimo?” Gokudera inquired.
“He is
still in the meeting room with Xanxus-sama.”
“Che,
that bastard,” Gokudera said darkly.
“Decimo?”
Haru asked softly when Gokudera shot her a look of shock and anger.
“What
the hell?” he yelped. “Don’t tell me you didn’t know anything and was getting
involved with-.”
“Gokudera,”
Yamamoto said sternly, but Gokudera brushed him off.
“Even
you have to be surprised by this,” Gokudera continued loudly. “I mean, all the
others in the past knew who he was. But this girl doesn’t even look like she
knows anything. What the hell is going on?”
“Argh,
that’s what I want to know!” Haru yelled, fighting against Yamamoto until he
let her down. She stalked up to Gokudera, looking at him earnestly and angrily.
“No one will tell me anything no matter how many times I ask! Even researching
about this stuff isn’t taking me anywhere! And out of nowhere, I learn that the
Vongola is mafia. What does that mean? Why is everything such a big secret from
me?”
“Y-You
mean... no one would tell you anything?” Gokudera asked slowly. He seemed to be
paling slightly and it was making Haru more frustrated. This guy had figured
something out again and she was tired of being out of the loop of everything.
“Yes,
every time I tried to find out things about the Vongola, Haru is either
rebuffed or given minimal information. Dante-san won’t tell me anything and the
pervert is doing a great job from driving Haru crazy each time she tries.” She
said in a huff.
“Pervert?”
Yamamoto chuckled. “Is that what you call him?”
Gokudera,
on the other hand, wasn’t amused. “What? How dare you call someone as revered
as the Decimo a pervert!”
“...the
pervert is Decimo?” she asked, her eyebrows scrunching together in confusion.
“What does it mean to be Decimo?”
“Argh,
you stupid woman!” Gokudera yelled. “You don’t know anything!”
“Of
course Haru doesn’t know anything!” she yelled back. “No one will tell Haru
anything!”
Gokudera
could have ripped his hair out right then. “I don’t get why the Decimo wants
anything to do with you. You’re so annoying and what person in the right mind
would venture outside when told explicitly to stay in?”
“And how
would you know that?” Haru asked suspiciously. She never mentioned that
Dante-san had told her to stay in.
“It’s
required that all civilians stay inside when given the order,” Gokudera
retorted. “And with you being who you were, you were probably locked up inside
to make sure that you didn’t go out. But still, you had to be an idiot and go
out.”
“Stop
calling Haru an idiot!” she threw her hands up in the air. This guy was just
impossible. He was like the pervert except that while the pervert danced around
and toyed with her mind, this person just kept insulting her until she wanted
to throttle him. “That’s it! If no one will tell Haru anything, she’ll just
have to force her way in to get the answers.”
Gokudera’s
green eyes widened as Haru stormed past him. “Hey, wait just a minute!”
The
woman in black looked as though she was going to lay bodily harm on Haru, but
was stopped by Yamamoto. “Don’t touch her. She’s the Decimo’s guest.”
“That’s
right, Haru’s the Decimo or the pervert or the whatever’s guest! And it’s about
time she got some answers!” she said hotly. After the frightening event before
she had fallen unconscious, Haru had been prepared to grill Dante or the
pervert after she met them again. However, because of a certain silver octopus
head, she was much too impatient to wait. If the pervert was really this Decimo
and if he was really here, she would personally go and drag the answers out of
him.
She
deserved that much, at least.
Haru
turned in the direction the woman had arrived from and walked quickly down the
hallway. More guards in black seemed to slink out of the hallway, but all of
them were deterred by Yamamoto and Gokudera who would give quick orders that
she wasn’t to be touched. Fortunately for her, the two were also lagging behind
her because they were being shot questions by the guards. Something about how
they had been expecting them or that they should prepare themselves for
something.
Perfect.
This way she could confront the pervert by herself.
The
hallway was long and seemingly endless. No guards seemed to pop out of nowhere
anymore and she saw a dead-end coming up ahead of her. Approaching closer, she
realized that it wasn’t the end, but that the path now split into two
directions.
Left or
right?
She
looked behind her, but only saw darkness due to the dim light.
Okay, so
it was too late to turn back and ask for directions.
Gods,
her rashness really was going to get her killed one day.
“Hahi,
so what now?” she blew air upward, her bangs flying with the motion.
“Go
left.” A voice murmured softly from below.
Haru
paused. She was alone here. She was sure of it because she had been looking
around carefully in case more guards popped out. Her heart thumped in fear at
the possibility of someone attacking her from below. Or maybe it was a ghost?
O-Or maybe she was wrong it wasn’t the pervert that was this Decimo, but this
scary and mean man. Her eyes slowly looked down.
And her
heart promptly melted.
A small
child wearing a cute black suit with a matching fedora hat looked up at her
with a smile. “Ciaossu.”
“Hello
there,” Haru said sweetly, crouching down so that they were eyelevel. What was
a cute little baby doing in such a scary place? “Are you lost?”
“I’m not
lost. I’m part of the mafia.” He replied and Haru could have cooed at this
words. So cute. He thought he was part of this dangerous world. Though it did
worry her that such a small child was in this place and could easily be exposed
to danger...
“That
sounds very cool,” she said with a smile. “By the way, do you mind telling me
by what you meant by going left?”
“You’re
looking for dame-Tsuna,” he replied. “He’s in the meeting room right now with
Xanxus, though he should be finishing up by now. If you go down the left,
you’ll meet him.”
She
looked at him in surprise and glanced at the left. “How do you-?” she looked
back down, but saw that the child was no longer there.
Haru
remained crouching on the floor, feeling so confused by what just happened. A
child had appeared and given her direction. He had even claimed to be part of
the mafia, probably the Vongola. And now, after giving her directions to the
pervert, he had vanished.
She
touched her forehead. “Haru must be very out of it tonight...”
Then,
she got off from the ground, staring at the hallway to her left warily.
So that
was where the pervert is right now.
Her chest
constricted as the gravity of her situation weighed in on her shoulders. If she
had this all correctly in her head, then this meant that she was, right now, in
the headquarters of the Vongola. They weren’t some justice force like the
police as she had originally assumed. They were the mafia...
A chill
went up her spine.
And
Dante-san was involved with such people.
Her
father was friends with someone who was in the mafia.
Then
there was that pervert too...
Gulping
loudly, Haru began her trek down the red carpeted hallway. Just because she was
a little scared and nervous didn’t mean she was going to back down. She hadn’t
been lying when she said she wanted to answers and, frankly, she was tired of
how everything was being danced around her.
Paintings
had originally filled the wall, though the lights had been too dark for them to
be properly observed. Now there were tall, intimidating statues that loomed
above her. It made the experience twice as creepy and she felt cold sweat
gathering in her forehead.
She took
one tentative step forward before jumping up in surprise at the sound of
footsteps. The floor was carpeted, but whoever was walking seemed to be
grinding their feet to the ground angrily. This didn’t sound like the pervert.
He was always so quiet and almost undetectable. She would know since he had a
habit of scaring the life out of her by popping out from behind.
Whoever
was approaching her was coming fast and she began to panic.
What if
it was a guard? Gokudera and Yamamoto weren’t here to deter them.
Or
w-what if it was the pervert himself? She wasn’t mentally prepared for this!
Besides, she had been the one planning to have the element of surprise!
Haru
looked around frantically for a place to hide and was about to run off to one
of the statues when the hair in the back of her neck rose in warning.
She instinctively
dropped downward, falling to the ground just in time to avoid what looked like
a red laser shooting right where her head had been moments ago. Her eyes
widened at the sound of an explosion behind her. There was no time for her to
even glance back to see the damage that would have been inflicted on her person
if her instincts hadn’t saved her at the last minute.
Her
attacker was standing right in front of her.
The
first thing that came to her sight was a pair of black boots. Trailing higher
were pants of a similar color. The person’s legs were long and Haru trembled
from the ground, her eyes catching sight of the black tie and the white dress
shirt. There was some sort of ornaments around the man’s neck along with burn
scars on the side of his face.
He was
roguishly handsome, but Haru’s mind barely registered that fact.
Burning
red eyes were glaring down at her, his hand wielding a pistol that was glowing
with energy.
Oh gods,
he was going to kill her.
::tsuzuku::
AU: Expect another update soon
