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!
I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Please forgive any mistakes, both character-wise and grammatically-wise. I don't have time to re-read or edit things.
AU: Sorry for lateness. Was going to post yesterday but something came up! Also, if Bianchi seems a little cold towards Haru, I felt like it was a bit fitting. She doesn't know who Haru is and at first believes her to be another one of Tsuna's frivolous flings.
My lack of KHR knowledge might make some things untrue or some characters OOC!
I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Please forgive any mistakes, both character-wise and grammatically-wise. I don't have time to re-read or edit things.
Chapter Eleven
HappyFace1886
Haru
fidgeted under the gaze of the beautiful woman that stood in front of her. That
idiotic pervert! Leaving her alone with a stranger without telling her
anything! It had come as a massive shock to Haru when she had awoken in a daze,
having completely forgotten what had happened last night, only to see the faded
green eyes watching her in a mixture of curiosity and amusement. Of course, she
just had to have acted ungracefully right after, screaming in surprise before
rolling off the bed.
“A-Ano,”
Haru began slowly before smacking herself mentally. No Japanese! She was in
Italy! The pervert might know Japanese, but that didn’t mean everyone else did!
“I mean-.”
“You are
Miura Haru, correct?” the older lady said in fluent Japanese.
Haru’s
face perked up and she nodded eagerly. “Yes, my name is Haru! Um... a-and you
are?”
“My name
is Bianchi,” she answered with a curt nod. “I’ll be your guard during your stay
within the Vongola facilities.”
“G-Guard?”
Haru stammered out before her eyes ran up and down the woman’s figure. She
wasn’t wearing the same black suit as the others had been. This person was more
stylish, Haru’s keen eyes catching some of the latest designer outfits adorning
Bianchi’s figure. She quickly turned her gaze away when she realized she was
staring. “I’m sorry...”
“Its
fine,” Bianchi crossed her arms, appraising the girl in front of her herself. “The
Decimo has prepared some clothes for you to change into.”
The
blush on Haru’s face bloomed brighter and she cursed the pervert in her head
over and over again. She clutched onto the blanket even tighter, making sure it
was completely around her disarrayed clothes, before she bowed her face. “I am
so sorry that you had to see something like this.”
Bianchi
arched an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“I-I
mean, being forced in this uncomfortable position because of your bo-.”
“Don’t
be mistaken,” Bianchi cut her off smoothly. “I don’t work under that
troublesome kid. In fact, if anything, I’d rather end his life right here and
right now.”
Haru’s
eyes bugged out in surprise.
“Ever
since the brat came along, Reborn has had no time for me at all.” Bianchi
muttered under her breath.
“Erm...
s-so you don’t work for-.”
“Of
course not,” Bianchi threw her hair over her shoulder, resting the majority of
her leg so that her hip was cocked out towards one side. This was the pose of a
woman of power, not someone who was under the ruling of another. “I’m here
merely because of a favor.”
“A
favor?” Haru echoed blankly.
“I’m sorry for asking this of you,
Gokudera-kun.” Tsuna said softly. “I know you and your sister don’t exactly
have the best relationship.”
From against the wall, Bianchi’s eyes seemed
to try and pierce through Tsuna. The younger boy didn’t seem to notice or care,
causing the ire of the older woman to grow. She would have thrown one of her
special dishes at him if it wasn’t for the fact that he was now the Decimo of
the Vongola and his skills were much too powerful for her to even attempt to
fight him.
“No,” Gokudera rushed with a bow. “It’s my
honor to be of use to the Decimo!”
Bianchi gritted his teeth, though she didn’t
miss how Tsuna’s eyes seemed to grow cloudy at his words. Tsuna’s arm twitched,
as though he was about to reach out and touch Gokudera by the shoulder, but he
seemed to change his mind at the last minute as the usual alert two-toned eyes
returned. “Regardless, you have my gratitude.”
“So what’s so important that you had to call
me out here?” Bianchi inquired with a coolness that made Gokudera glower at
her. “After all, you have a bunch of little maids running around that would be
more than glad to do your bidding.”
“Aneki!”
“I need more than the usual to watch over
her,” Tsuna explained calmly, untouched by Bianchi’s baiting tone. Bianchi
tensed when those unusual all-knowing eyes turned to her. “I’m counting on
you... Bianchi-san.”
“My
brother,” Bianchi explained, her expression softening a little. Haru kept
silent as Bianchi’s features tightened once more, the ice cold expression of
one who has seen more than most should returning once more. “He works under the
Decimo.”
“Bianchi-san?”
Haru inquired carefully. “What exactly is it that you do?”
A smile
crept onto Bianchi’s features as she innocently tilted her head. “I am an
assassin.”
A chill
went straight down Haru’s spine. “A-A-Assassin?”
“That’s
right,” Bianchi tilted her head. Such a normal response. What was it about this
girl that fascinated the Decimo?
“I-I
see,” Haru said with a nod. Why was she even bothering to get surprised
anymore? Yesterday she was assaulted by a red-headed ninja and then afterwards
that gun-toting maniac had attacked her. Haru reached up to hug herself.
What
exactly was she involved in now?
“Get
dressed,” Bianchi said with a nod towards the pile of clothes on the chair. “I’m
sure you’d like to get out of here.”
“Is it
possible for me to return to Dante-san?” Haru asked quietly.
“Dante-san?”
“I
originally came to Italy as an exchange student and my host is Dante-san. He
also works for the Vongola... I left without telling him anything,” Haru
explained, eyes downcast as her chest tightened. “He must be worried sick about
me right now.”
“If this
Dante-san really works for the Vongola, than he should’ve already received word
about your whereabouts.” Bianchi explained, her eyes softening slightly. However,
it was immediately dispelled and replaced with the usual hardness. If this girl
was to be in the position the brat wanted her to be in, then she’d need to be
better than this.
Tears
and kindness didn’t belong anywhere in this dirty world.
“I
see...” Haru murmured, her shoulders sagging. She glumly turned her gaze
towards the chair where the clothes for her were when her face began to contort
into an odd shape. The flush on her face deepened to the point that she was
starting to get a little purple. “Bianchi-san?”
“Hm?”
“...what
is that?”
Bianchi
glanced at the chair. “Your clothes.”
“These-These-These
are not clothes!” Haru yelled, the blanket dropping as she reached out to grab
what looked like a lacy spaghetti strapped part of... what was this, a dress?
This couldn’t be even called a dress! It would be an insult to all clothes out
there in the world to even label this as clothes, much less a dress! “It’s too
short!”
Bianchi
smiled a little. “That it is.”
“A-And
this strap! It’s so loose! It’s going to fall down my shoulders! And is this a
backless dress?” Haru continued in outrage, lifting up the soft silk material.
“Is it transparent too? Why did the idiot even bother giving me this in the
first place? He might as well have sent me out there naked!”
Bianchi
watched in amusement, not bothering to mention the fact that Tsuna had next to
no experience when it came to actually courting someone seriously. He’d throw
presents at woman and they’d flock to him or they’d come preening towards him
due to his status and power. She wouldn’t be surprised if it hadn’t even
crossed his mind that if Haru was to wear the clothes of his choosing, he’d
basically be flaunting the goods of the woman he was obsessed over to all the
men in the facility.
Oh the
bloodshed that would fill the hallways.
Haru
glanced underneath the ‘dress’ and found another selection of clothes that
weren’t as equally ridiculous, but showed off her shoulders and cleavage. She
glowered at it all. These were something she would never wear! What was the
perverted idiot thinking?
“So what
are you going to wear?”
“Hahi,
isn’t there something else I can choose from?” Haru inquired, bemoaning her
fate. Nothing in her life has become easy since she had met that troublesome
boy!
“No one
is always going to be there to give you a hand, Haru.” Bianchi replied simply
with a shoulder shrug. “You’re in enemy territory. That’s all you’ve got to
work with. What are you going to do now?”
Haru
looked at Bianchi in confusion. What did she mean by that? Enemy territory?
Sure she wasn’t a part of the Vongola, but she wasn’t their enemy... at least,
she didn’t think she was their enemy. One thing was for sure, Bianchi wasn’t
going to help her out in her clothes situation.
She bit
her lip, looking at the clothes she had in front of her. The material was
obviously expensive and trying to mix them around in order to cover herself was
obviously not going to work. Haru looked at the dress in her hand in disdain
before she turned her attention to the other things in front of her. Sadly,
there were no pants at all... only skirts or other slinky dresses.
What the
heck could she do with all this?
Bianchi’s
words still confused her though. This was all she had to work with? What did
she mean by that other than the obvious? Trying to wear these clothes in a
specific pattern wasn’t going to help her out... asking for clothes was also
out.
Haru
perked up in realization before she shyly turned to Bianchi. “Um... is it
possible for Haru to make a friend in this enemy territory?”
Bianchi
looked at her inquisitive. “If you’re trying to get me to find you some new
clothes-.”
Haru
quickly shook her head. “It’s nothing like that!”
“Then?”
“...I
need Bianchi-san’s help with something else.”
Tsuna
sat at the head of the table, watching carefully as the Guardians talked
amongst each other. Yamamoto was laughing while Gokudera was threatening to hit
him for something he had said. Ryohei was shouting about whatever mission he
had been on, but no one was listening. And of course, in the two opposite sides
of the table, were Hibari and Mukuro. The tension between them was powerful
Tsuna’s budding headache was wondering whose bright idea it was to place those
two in front of each other.
“Enough,”
Tsuna said sharply, causing the noise to die down considerably. “I’ve gathered
you all here for a reason.”
“Obviously,”
Mukuro said with a sly grin. “And my curiosity as to why is the only reason why
I’ve bothered to arrive.”
“You
took the longest, you asshole.” Gokudera snapped, his hackles already raised
for anyone who dared to show an attitude towards the Decimo.
“I’m
sure Mukuro-san had a reason,” Yamamoto said, placing a hand on Gokudera’s
shoulder in case the silver haired boy decided to lunge across the table. However,
it was Hibari who snorted derisively at Yamamoto’s words. Though the manipulative
smile remained on Mukuro’s face, the chill in the air seemed to grow.
“C’mon,
we shouldn’t be fighting with each other!” Ryohei exclaimed and Tsuna sighed.
This meeting was going to take a lot longer if they were all talking over each
other like this.
“We will
be going to war with the Shimon Famiglia,” Tsuna announced out loud, making
sure to be extra clear so that everyone would hear his voice. As expected, the
noise was immediately silenced. And of course, the one to break it once more
was none other than Mukuro.
“Is that
so?” he inquired with a chuckle. “As always, you never fail to be predictable.”
“You-,”
Gokudera snarled, rising up only to be forced down by Yamamoto.
“You’re
nothing more than another one of those typical blood-thirsty mafia leaders,”
Mukuro murmured softly, resting his chin on his hand as he watched Tsuna in
amusement. “And what makes you so sure I’ll do as you wish?”
“I fight
with whomever I want,” Hibari added curtly, his arms crossed as he gave Tsuna a
stare that dared him to stop him. Hibari would only enjoy the fight and Tsuna
was in no mood for another bout with a fight-maniac.
“The
Vongola will fight the Shimon,” Tsuna repeated again, talking before Gokudera
could blow up once more over how they weren’t respecting the Decimo. “However,
this doesn’t mean I’m asking you to fight for me. I’m simply informing you all
to be aware of the situation since you all will be most likely attacked by
them.”
“Ah yes,
another fine trait of the mafia. Such pristine form of manipulation,” Mukuro
said, locking eyes with Tsuna. Two-toned eyes met heterochromic ones. “You know
how we are like. If we’re attacked, we would definitely retaliate. And with our
personalities, we’re most likely to demolish them so that they will understand
how inferior they are to us. When that happens, everything will go as you
planned. The Shimon Famiglia would be no more.”
Tsuna
leaned against his seat, the expression on his face never changing. The usual
unnerving nonchalance adoring his features, preventing anyone from truly
understanding what was going through his mind. “If that were to happen, then you
acted with no orders of mine.”
“Ah, but
what was to happen if things did not go as you predicted.” Mukuro continued. “What
if I were to aid the Shimon Famiglia instead? After all, one mafia organization
to another is no different in my eyes.”
“Then
you’d be killed along with the rest of the Shimon,” Tsuna answered casually,
unaffected by Mukuro’s attempt to enrage him. “It doesn’t matter if you
betrayed us. Your position would be easily filled by Chrome.”
The mood
around Mukuro instantly darkened. Everyone knew of how greatly Chrome was loyal
to Mukuro, but everyone also knew of how Chrome had some loyalty towards the
Vongola. She would fight for neither if it meant the two were against each
other, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t serve as the Vongola Guardian if
necessary. She had too many she cared of that belonged in the organization and
would attempt to do everything in her power to protect them.
It was
one of the main reasons why Mukuro did not truly stray from the Vongola and
everyone was aware of this. Especially Tsuna.
“Are you
blackmailing me?” Mukuro’s tone was cold and the air crackled with power.
Tsuna
continued returning his gaze without flinching. “I’m merely informing you that
you’re expendable.”
“Now,
now,” Yamamoto said in a soft, soothing voice. “Everyone is important here.
We’re not going to start fighting with each other now. After all, that’s why we
were chosen to be the Guardians of the Vongola”
“That’s
right,” Tsuna said flatly, the stillness in his eyes growing. “That is why
we... that is why I exist. To serve and protect the Vongola.”
“Smart,”
Bianchi said in approval, watching Haru sew some of the clothes together.
“You’re very skilled with the needle.”
“Haru
enjoy making clothes and costumes in her spare time,” Haru said cheerfully, glad
that Bianchi had been willing to at least provide her with the sewing
materials. At least now she could make these clothes presentable enough to
wear. “Something like this is no problem at all.”
“That’s
good,” Bianchi said. “Those in the family won’t last long if they aren’t
able to be creative. To be able to take advantage of what one has is how one
survives in the mafia world.”
“Hahi?”
Haru stopped abruptly, almost pricking herself with the needle. “Haru is not
part of the mafia! She has no reason to learn how to survive in such a place.”
“Perhaps,”
Bianchi sat across from the table Haru was working at. “Hopefully you’ll have a
choice in the matter.
::tsuzuku::
AU: Sorry for lateness. Was going to post yesterday but something came up! Also, if Bianchi seems a little cold towards Haru, I felt like it was a bit fitting. She doesn't know who Haru is and at first believes her to be another one of Tsuna's frivolous flings.
