Notes

My first post on tumblr! It's the drafted sequel to 'Bargain' for Giotto x Haru that I didn't like how it turned out. I know a few were curious and now I finally have a platform to post my incompleted or 'drafted/discarded' work! :) Hopefully I'll have time to post other incompleted work or any work that I have written, but didn't have any plans on actually posting on my blog.

As for my current WIP, I'm currently working on Ambigram!

Saturday, October 24, 2015

Ambigram - Katekyo Hitman Reborn - Chapter 13

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.




Chapter Thirteen

HappyFace1886



The Vongola library was filled to the brim with books. One floor wasn’t enough for the amount of literature that covered the walls from top to bottom and Haru spotted a latter with wheels neatly placed at the corner of the room. For a moment, she froze with Bianchi standing behind her. Where would she even start?

Bianchi tilted her head, looking inquisitively at Haru. “Is there something in particular you’re looking for?”

“Hahi...” Haru hesitated, unsure of how Bianchi would take her reply. “Are there... Are there any books concerning the history of the Vongola? H-Haru was researching on the Vongola before she was brought her and now that she’s actually here, she was hoping to actually get some concrete answers. Most of the books she’s read talk about how feared or valiant the Vongola are.”

“If it’s the history of the Vongola, then there’s no need for books.” Bianchi murmured.

Haru’s eyes goggled at her. “Why not?”

“My family has been a part of the mafia world for many generations,” she explained, casually moving her hair over her shoulders. “You can even say that we were part of the generation that founded the mafias. Any questions regarding the Vongola, I can answer.”

The new information made Haru still and Bianchi saw the excitement practically radiating off of her. It almost made her chuckle. Haru was so free with her emotions, unlike the other members of the organization. It made it so easy to read her that the older girl almost found herself subconsciously relaxing around her. Perhaps she understood a little more of why the brat was so fixated with her.

“What’s wrong?” Bianchi inquired when she saw Haru’s excitement fade, replaced with a small frown.

“...wouldn’t you... wouldn’t you get in trouble by pervert-san?” she hadn’t forgotten how the jerk had made sure it would be difficult for her to get answers concerning the Vongola. Books and people alike, the answers had always eluded her.

Bianchi snorted. “He can try, but that doesn’t mean I’ll care.”

Haru smiled at her reply. Bianchi-san was such a strong person compared to her. She held her hands behind her back and shook her head. “It’s okay Bianchi-san. I’ll figure out everything by myself!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! I’ve always been good at studying and this shouldn’t be any different,” she pumped a fist enthusiastically. “I’ll be fine! Erm, but there’s no need for you to stay here with me. I won’t go anywhere else and it’ll probably be a long time until I’m done... if I even finish today, that is.”

“Take all the time you need,” Bianchi entered the room and shut the door with her foot. She sauntered over to a plush seat and dropped down on it. “I don’t mind.”

“But-!”

“Haru, you encountered one of the enemies of Vongola not so long ago. You’ve also earned the distaste of the leader of Vongola’s lead assassination team, Xanxus.” Bianchi almost chuckled when she saw how flushed Haru’s face was getting. “It’ll be better for me to stick by you for now. Who knows what other person you’ll encounter.”

Haru looked down at the floor, clearly embarrassed. “I-I’ll be in your care then!”



“Hey Enma. Enma.  ...Enma!” there was a loud growl before a pillow was chucked at the head of the red haired boy staring mindlessly into space. “Oi, loser!”

Enma yelped as the pillow caused him to topple over the couch. His face hit the coffee table in front of him before he rolled off of it and hit the couch, finally becoming prone on the floor. There was silence as all eyes were on him with the exception of Adelheid, a hand cover the look of exasperation on her face.

“What the hell!” Aoba yelled, pointing an accusing finger at Enma. “It was just a pillow! How the hell do you get hurt so badly after being hit by a pillow?”

Enma touched the welt that was forming in the middle of his forehead. “S-Sorry, I was thinking about something.”

“...it must have been something important to have you so preoccupied like that,” Kaoru murmured so quietly that Enma almost missed it. However, he did hear it and his sullen face flushed a bit as he looked away.

“It’s... It’s nothing.”

Adelheid lowered her hands and narrowed her eyes when she saw the look on Enma’s face. It was an unfamiliar one and yet... so familiar. Unfamiliar in that she had never seen Enma make that look before and familiar... because it was something she had often seen on her face many years ago.

But she had to be wrong, right? Where would Enma even have the time or opportunity for such a look to develop?

There was just no way...



Haru caught herself before she nodded off. She knew she was sleep deprived after the events that happened not so long ago. Still, the drive to know about these people she was entangled with was a lot stronger than the need to sleep. Besides, who knew what she would have this opportunity again.

There was the faint sound of the door opening and Haru saw Bianchi entering with a tray of steaming hot tea.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” Bianchi set the tray down at the corner of the desk Haru was on, the mountains of book tall on the table enough to tower over Haru’s small frame.

Haru thanked her for the tea and sighed contently at how the warmth seemed to revitalize her sleepy mind. She shook her head. “No, but I did learn a lot about the Vongola’s history. I had no idea that it began as a vigilante group! The Primo of the Famiglia must have been an amazing person!”

Bianchi’s lips curved into a smile. “Were you aware that the current Vongola heir is considered to be very similar to the Primo? I’ve even heard of whispers from people of how he might as well be considered the reincarnation of the Primo due to how parallel they are. There are even claims that they look the same.”

“Hahi!” Haru made a face. “The pervert-san and the Primo, the same? I-.” she stopped before she instinctively said something insulting about him again. Granted, she had enough experiences with him to have the right to call him names, but right now, it no longer seemed apt to call him a name based on what she knew of him so far. Especially after she had the time to digest Reborn-chan's words...

“Haru-chan?” Bianchi inquired in concern.

Haru lowered her cup of tea and stared at the dark swirling content. “Um... Bianchi-san... may I ask you something?”

“Hm?”

“How old was per-I mean... How old was Tsuna-san when he first came into the Vongola?” Haru timidly asked before rushing the words in case she caused the misunderstanding. “I-I mean, the mafia is Italian. Majority of the members here are Italian or from another European organization. From what I read, there branches out in North America and in Asia as well, but I was told that Tsuna-san is the heir. You can clearly tell that Tsuna-san is Japanese and even his name indicates that! It doesn’t make sense that so many people would willingly allow a possible outsider to become the head of an organization as old and powerful as-.”

“Calm down, Haru-chan,” Bianchi stopped her with a raised hand. She chuckled a bit when Haru seemed out of breath, breathing hard in order to calm her frayed nerves. “But you’re very perceptive to have noticed that. And very daring...”

“D-Daring?” she stammered.

Bianchi stared at Haru with half-lidded eyes. “Yes, not many would dare to question why a Japanese in the future heir of the Vongola. Tell me Haru-chan, have you read to the point of learning that the Primo set sail for Japan once he was ousted from his seat as the head?”

“H-Hahi? N-No, Haru was still looking into how the organization was f-formed and-and...” for some reason it was getting harder to speak. There was a look in Bianchi-san’s eyes that were sending shivers down her spine. Bad shivers. There was also something off about the way Bianchi-san spoke. She quickly lowered her cup onto the table in order to hide the fact that she was currently trembling. “But... it would explain why Tsuna-san is now the heir. The Primo must have formed a family once he arrived in Japan.”

“Are you not curious as to why the Primo was forced from his position?”

“I am,” Haru admitted. “But... Haru has a feeling you’ll be telling her soon enough.”

“Why is that?” Bianchi arched an eyebrow, leaning against the back of one of the sofas with the usual calm and poise Haru had seen her in. However, there were so many small details that were off about her.

“You’ve... you’ve been calling me Haru-chan since you entered the room.” Haru’s eyes clandestinely darted around the room. There had to be a way out of here without getting herself terribly hurt or knocked unconscious. “And the way you’re looking at me, are you really Bianchi-san?”

There was a light chuckle. “I suppose it makes sense that you would be so paranoid after all that you’ve been through, but I think your imagination might be getting the better of you. I just thought calling you Haru-chan would make you more comfortable around here. My apologies since it seem to have had the opposite effect.”

For a moment, Haru felt a stab of doubt. Yeah, that made sense. She was just imagining things because of how she had been attacked and nearly killed so many times. Not to mention, because of how she’d been lied to and led around by so many people. Still, there was a nagging sensation inside that told her that there was something wrong with this situation, that this Bianchi-san was different from the one who had taken care of her for the past few hours.

She kept her eyes trained on Bianchi-san’s shoes, afraid that her true feelings would be displayed all over her face if she looked up. But there was no need to worry about such a thing. Bianchi seemed to know that she hadn’t convinced Haru of anything. There was a slight sight before she ran her hand through her hair. “How sad. To think my skills have deteriorated to the point that even a mere slip of a woman such as yourself would notice.”

Haru’s fingers tightened around her cup. What was this person saying?

“But then, I suppose it might be one of the reasons why that boy is so interested in someone like you.” The soft feminine voice turned deeper, possessing a soft lilting purr that made her tense up. “You’re much more perceptive and intelligent than I had presumed.”

There was a strange wave of... power that was exuded off of Bianchi. Was that fire she saw flickering as the image of Bianchi-san’s shoes changed to more along the lines of masculine boots. She felt the temptation to look up, to find out who it was that was now trying to hurt her.

No, no, no! She had to resist. Her main priority should be finding a way out of here!

“Look at me, girl.”  There was a step forward from those boots and Haru’s insides coiled, the muscles of her arms bunching together and the tea in her cup trembled. There was a pause in a light chuckle. “Kufufufu... are you planning to throw that cup at me?”

Shit!

“S-Stay away from me?” Haru scooted out of her chair with the cup still in hand. Even if he knew what her plan was, it didn’t mean she couldn’t try it! She almost stumbled onto the ground when the chair threatened to knock her over, but she managed to move away until she was pressing her back against the wall of books.

“Do you think I’m planning on hurting you, girl?”

“Haru doesn’t know what you’re up to, but she knows better than to act friendly with a stranger who just tried to trick her,” she spat.

“Unfortunately, there’s no need for you to worry about such a thing.” He murmured softly, stilling as he smelled the unpleasant odor that could only belong to one female in the organization.

Haru must have smelt it as well, peering cautiously upward until she found herself staring at a tall man with dark tresses that were held up in a unique hairstyle on his head. He had heterchromic eyes and she was glad she didn’t dare to look him in the face. The vibrant red orb had a distinct glimmer in him that made her tremble with fear. She didn’t know who this person was, but there was a threatening air about him that frightened her. It was different from the hostile presence that Xanxus had. While Xanxus didn’t bother to contain his bloodlust to those around him, this person seemed to exude it softly, the murderous lust for blood slowly weaving itself delicately into the air until it was tightly choking the life out of its prey.

However, most of Haru’s fear faded when she saw who it was that was standing behind this scary man. Bianchi stood with her arms outstretched, her hand carrying what looked to be an odd plate that was oozing with a black miasma.

The real Bianchi-san was here.

She was saved...



::tsuzuku::


AU: ...I knocked out last night without meaning to and so, this chapter was forcibly rushed out. Have no idea if it even makes sense. Everything just sounds forced to me right now. Or maybe it's the headache. xD As the note above indicates, I'll be going over this and the previous chapter to make sure there aren't any weird contradicting lines, but the basic gist of it should be the same!

Saturday, October 17, 2015

Family - Katekyo Hitman Reborn - Fa86

Summary: He would keep his promise to her. No matter what. Fa86 / Settimo / FabioxHaru

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.



Family

HappyFace1886



“Papa!” an enthusiastic cry was heard within the hallway, paired with the loud stamping of feet as Daniela ran with all her might. She leaped into the air and fell into the arms of her beloved papa, preening with happiness as she buried her face into his neck. “Papa! I missed you so much!”

“As I you, my dearest,” the Vongola Settimo murmured, resting his cheek on top of her head while his normally sharpened eyes softened at the contact with his daughter. “Have you been well?”

Daniela pulled away and gave Fabio the most brilliant smile that made his heart ache. “Of course! Daniela was a good girl while Papa was away.”

Even the way she spoke...



“What shall we name her, dearest?” brown eyes looked up at him warmly and Fabio, his face gleaned with sweat from how frayed his nerves were, could only place a hand on his heart as he leaned against the wall. There were the soft wails of a newborn babe and he focused on that sound and the sight of her sweet smile.

He hated his weakness. Even throughout the entire organization, the whispers would always persist.

The weakest of the Vongola leaders.

Unworthy.

Pathetic.

Weak.

“Fabio?” though she sounded so weary after having gone hours of childbirth, there was still the strength and determination her voice that had always made his knees buckle around her.

He shook his head, trying to salvage his composure. This woman was too perceptive. She would notice very soon what was going through his mind. “You should name her.”

There was a chuckle and she shook her head. “No. We should name her together.”



“Must you always leave so frequently,” Daniela murmured forlornly, clutching tightly onto her father’s shirt. “It’s so lonely without you here.”

“There are plenty of staff members here to keep you entertain,” he tried to comfort her as he walked down the halls, but he knew the truth as well. As had he and many of the members of the family, it was difficult for them to create relationships with those of their own age, especially when they were as young as Daniela.

The right sort of people wanted nothing to do with them and the wrong sort wanted everything to do with them.

But still, keeping Daniela locked and tucked away, even for her own protection, was something she would have never condoned.



“Raise our child at home?” Haru gave him a belligerent scowl, her hand pressed protectively over her bulging stomach. “They need to go out and see the world! They needs to make friends with people their own age and enjoy both the joys and sorrows that the world has to offer!”

“They needs to be guarded. They won't be ordinary children.”

Haru pinched his cheek and almost laughed at how he was able to give her a look of such disapproval despite how distorted his face was. Instead, she puffed out her cheeks. “Of course, you silly fool. We will be the ones to protect them together!”



Together.

That was what she had promised him.

His hold around his young daughter tightened and he could already feel his eyes dampening despite the years that had passed.

They had promised each other their lives. They had promised to support one another, throughout all the hardships, the heart breaking sorrow, and the breath taking beauty. They had promised each other their futures.

And now, the only thing that lingered was this precious child who bore the same smile.

The smile that had captivated him when he had met her all those years ago.



He glared suspicious at the woman found within the private property of the Vongola. The Vongola Sesto had found her amusing and allowed her free range within the Vongola grounds, believing her to be harmless. However, Fabio was no fool. As a member of the Vongola Famiglia and possible candidate for Settimo, it was his duty to ensure that no harm, present and future, befell those under his protection.

“Fabio-san, Fabio-san!”

The muscle on his cheek twitched at the suffix. Also, was it not the way of the Japanese to call someone by their surname before switching to the first name? Calling him Fabio would indicate a intimacy between them that did not exist!

“Fabio-san-!”

“What?” he spoke much harsher than intended, but it did nothing to hinder the brilliance of her smile as she spun around with her arms outstretched. The sun glowed behind her and seemed to project an ethereal radiance that caused his breath to catch in his throat. He looked away, hating how hot he suddenly felt. “...what?”

“Let’s go exploring!”



Such child-like freedom and yet, she possessed the maturity and wisdom of someone beyond her years. Despite the masks he held and the icy gaze he possessed, she pierced right through all of them.



He was going to throw up. There was no doubt about it.

Fabio pressed his head against the wall, his fist grinding against it as well as he desperately tried to hold himself together. His abdomen lurched with discomfort and he felt the tell-tale shudders that indicated he was going to empty the contents of his stomach very soon.

No.

This was too soon.

“Fabio-san,” a gentle hand touched his shoulder and he smacked it away, leaping backwards to create room. Breathing harshly with one hand clutching his chest tightly, he saw Haru looking at him sadly. She was dressed in black. Another sign of the mourning progression. “Fabio-san, everyone is waiting...”

“Shut up,” he snapped hoarsely.

“Fabio-s-.”

“I am not ready!” he turned away from her, feeling sick all over again. “I am not worthy! I... I don’t deserve to be the Settimo!”

“Why?” her calm words pierced through his haze of anxiety and in that brief moment, he felt everything stop. Freezing, he slowly lifted his head and saw Haru gazing at him with her usual calm presence. “Why is Fabio-san not worthy?”

“I...” the words seemed to come out by themselves. “I am weak. I am...”

“-the one who defeated all of the possible candidates to be the next head.” Haru crossed her arms. “You are the one who led the Famiglia to victory during the Throne Wars against the families that opposed us. You are the one who created and reaffirmed our bonds with the brothers of this family. And now, you will be the leader who will take this family up another step, to a new world of Vongola!”

The faith she had in him struck him hard and, as always around this infuriating woman, he found himself to be at a loss of words.

He almost flinched when she placed a hand on the side of his face, her warm and gentle touch lulling him to turn his face into it, to kiss the palm of her hand in a silent word of thanks. Instead, he stared into her eyes as she spoke with a confidence he didn’t have.

“You are ready.” She whispered. “You are worthy.”

Was it just him or was the gap between them growing smaller?

“You are,” he could feel her breath mingling with his, “the Vongola Settimo, Fabio-san.”



“Papa, too tight,” the muffled complaint brought him out of his thoughts and he pulled away to see Daniela giving him a light disgruntled frown. The scowl immediately turned into concern when she saw his watered eyes. She reached out and placed a hand on his cheek, staring deeply into his eyes. “What’s wrong Papa? Are you hurt?”

Fabio quickly shook his head, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. “No, I’m fine, my darling. Just a little something in my eye.”

Daniela gave him a skeptical look and sighed instead, looking much too haughty for a young seven year old. “Of course. Papa is so helpless without Daniela.”

He chuckled and was glad that it didn’t sound hoarse. “That papa is...”

“Good thing Mama told me to take very, very good care of Papa.”

Fabio almost stumbled at her words.

How did she-?



“Haru!” Fabio yelled, struggling to break away from the multiple men that held him back. There was a look of pain on her face. He could see how she struggled to breathe! Why was he held away while his wife was suffering? “Let me go, you fools!”

“Please, Settimo,” one of his Guardians pleaded. “Get a hold of yourself!”

“Does this look like the right time for something like that?” he demanded, struggling harder. Despite the ruckus, he heard her chuckle and hated how faint it sounded, so weak and devoid of the strength he heard only seconds ago.

“Ah, your papa always worried too much,” he heard her murmur while holding their newborn, Daniela, close to her chest.

“Something’s not right,” he heard the mid-wife whispering frantically to her aid. “She’s bleeding too much!”

“But...” Haru’s small frame shuddered as she ran a hand down the spine of her crying child. “It’ll be alright. Haru knows Daniela will take good care of Papa while she’s away.”

“Don’t say that!” he roared, knocking half of his Guardians away as he forced his legs to make their way towards her. His hand was outstretched, desperately reaching out for her, as each word was stamped out with each step. “Don’t. Say. You’ll. Be. Away! I forbid it!”

Haru tilted her head so that she would able to see him and he felt his strength falter when he saw how pale she was. Tears trailed down the side of her face as she gave him the brilliant smile he had come to cherish. “Take care of her... my love.”



“Daniela?” he asked with uncertainty.

“And Daniela will keep her promise to Mama,” she said proudly and looked up at him with radiant grin.


He stared at her, unable to formulate the proper response. Instead, Fabio did his best to give a bright smile of his own. “As will I, little one.”



::owari::



AN: Okay... this was not what I had in mind for the post for this week, but it happened. I actually wanted to update Ambigram or Genesis, but my muse seems to have left temporarily. Also, after a review in the fanfic, Obsession, I got stuck thinking a lot about possible oneshots with Haru and the other Vongola leaders. @x@

While day-dreaming about what to write, I always found it interesting that people said that the Vongola Settimo had the weakest flames out of all the Vongola leaders. I also wondered how it would affect him personally, hence the depiction of him above. I guess my muse went ablaze while thinking about that.

I'll try to update Ambigram next week since Genesis already had an update. Hope this is good enough to suit your needs for~~~!

Until then~!

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Obsession - Katekyo Hitman Reborn - Ri86

Summary: In the end, the one she actually belonged with was him. Ri86 / Secondo/RicardoxHaru

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.



Obsession

HappyFace1886



Let it be known that Ricardo of the Vongola Famiglia never had any ambition to become the Secondo of the largest and most well-known vigilante organization of the world.

Of course, there were always rumors that floated in the air. People talked. They would always talk, no matter the situation or the time of day. There was also the matter of how words from such unworthy filth would never even graze his temperament. It was known that Ricardo had the patience of a ticking bomb, but he found it beneath someone of his caliber to care about what trash thought of him.

However, amongst every rumor was a speckle of truth.

Giotto had grown tired of the politics, the manipulation and violence that were the unfortunate core necessities of any large and commanding organization. He desired peace and memories with his close friends and compatriots. And so, there have been many instances in which he offered the title of Secondo to Ricardo.

While ambitious by nature, to become the Secondo meant usurping the Primo. And while it was true that Ricardo believed Giotto to be too soft for someone of his position, he openly acknowledged the fact that Giotto was in another league of his own. After all, it was uncommon –basically unheard of– for a young fourteen to fifteen year old child to have created the level of prestige obtained by an organization such as the Vongola. They –the affiliates of the group– would accept no Secondo until the Primo was gone, either lost from battle or of old age.

Ricardo was content to watch from the shadows, to handle the mishaps and unsavory happenings that occurred within the dark underworlds. It was as though the world filled with the unsavory was the kingdom he belonged in. There, he was the master, the one respected, feared, and awed. Amongst those of the light, he was nothing but a blood thirsty monster that had no mercy for any living being: man, woman, or child. In that sense, he could be considered the hidden dagger that guarded the king, the one that evoked peace through the violence hidden by the night.

There was also no pride in stealing the life work of another. If he truly wanted to be the leader of something akin to the Vongola, he preferred to create his own than ride on the coattails of his cousin.

That was, until the presence of the strange Japanese woman who literally appeared out of thin air through a shower of golden light.

Miura Haru.

She had appeared in the middle of the annual gala hosted by the Vongola and its brethren. In the midst of the speech given by the Primo, a powerful burst of light exploded from the heavens and then a small fragile looking woman came careening down from the skies. Before anyone could react, the Primo was up in the air, gathering her up in his arms as he gracefully descended down with the woman clade in unusual, foreign clothing.

The outrage and caution had been understandable. She was a foreign entity that somehow managed to penetrate through the defenses of the Vongola! And while it was obvious she hailed from the same country as the Rain Guardian, her clothing did not resemble anything from that country or any other nation of this world. It was possible that she was sent by an enemy organization in order to destroy the Vongola from within, one meant to take advantage of the empathy and kindness the Vongola was famous for.

But of course, kind Primo, gentle Giotto, could not simply abandon a person in need, no matter the potential consequences. Based on her stories, she had no home or family to turn to. Everything had been lost in a war against another great evil.

A great evil that she had come to warn them about.

Ricardo leaned back in his seat with his head tilted over the edge of the settee, the ice clinking together as he loosely held the glass filled with whisky. He could still remember how everyone’s demeanor changed once they saw that she was telling the truth. An organization with powers they could never have even dreamed of had arrived, threatening to destroy the peace Giotto and his Guardians had created with their own hands.

The goddess of victory, they called her..

And the eventual beloved woman of the Primo.

Yes, Ricardo had never desired anything that the Primo possessed because he found it beneath himself to yearn after what belonged to another. Thievery was something for the weak and foolish. Whatever he wanted, he would forge for himself.

But what could one do when the very thing he sought could not be replicated despite the vastness of the world?

What could a mere man do when his thoughts were oversaturated with images of a fiery brown haired woman, the way her eyes would light up with determination and resolve... or when his mind would wonder what it would be like to sample a taste of her lips, the sweetness of her tongue, and the softness of her skin?

It came to the point that she was haunting him even during his waking moments. He could hear her sultry voice whispering in his ears, the smell of her intoxicating scent, and the feel of the gentle brush of her fingers against the curve of his hipbone. The illusions would follow him day and night until he finally lost control of himself, losing the boundary between fantasy and reality.



There was only a yelp that escaped from her lips as she was pushed against the wall of the dark corridor, her brown eyes widening in shock as a pair of lips hungrily claimed her lips as their own.

Taken off guard by the abruptness of his actions, Haru provided no resistance and allowed him to do as he pleased, his tongue slipped into her mouth where he then coaxed her to join him in a lascivious dance. His fingers reached up and entangled themselves against her brown hair, tugging at the strands as he always dreamed of doing until the elastic band was pulled off, allowing those silken locks to cascade down her shoulders. Her enthralling scent filled his senses and his kiss grew harsher, his grip on her hair tightening as he tilted her head backwards in order to allow himself to deepen the kiss.

A pair of dainty hands was then frantically pushing against his chest, small whimpers and cries of dismay escaping from her throat. It was enough to break Ricardo out of his illusions and pull away, his expression of clear shock as he looked down at Haru, who was breathless and angry.



Of course, he had given her a curt apology and ignored her demands for answers, brusquely walking off before he lost control of himself again. It would be a lie to say he didn’t want more, that the sight of her so angry and flustered was enough to make him want to pin her against the wall again, to ignore her demands for him to stop as he lost himself with his mad desire for her.

It was a weakness to covet what belonged to another. Not to mention, she was just a mere slip of a woman. Another human being. How was she able to captivate him to the point that he was losing his indomitable self control?

It shouldn’t matter.

She shouldn’t matter!

Who and what the hell was she that drove him to such lengths of obsession?

Why did his temper threaten to flare whenever he saw the Primo hold Haru in his arms?

Why did the thought of him smashing the Primo’s head, the man he respected and decided to serve with his life, into the ground please him so much whenever Haru would return Giotto’s adoring gaze with a soft, sweet smile of her own?

His Goddess of Victory.

His woman.

His Miura Haru.

Perhaps that was why the Guardian of the Mist approached him as he did.



Ricardo regarded the older man warily, knowing of the tricks that those of the Mist Flame loved to indulge in. Not to mention, due to his restlessness and inability to get a good night’s sleep, he was in no mood to deal with a crafty trickster who was known to stir trouble wherever he went.

However, as Daemon Spade’s lips curled into a smirk and he held out his hand, he slyly whispered the words that caused Ricardo’s blood to freeze as every fiber of his being demanded that he take what was being offered.

“The Primo is unworthy,” he purred. “You and I know this is true. Join me... and you will get what should have belonged to you.”



The Secondo of the Vongola Famiglia.

It was his fate to become the head, to bring the family to the actual greatness it was meant to obtain. It was due to his lack of ambition, his respect towards Giotto, that everything had turned the way it had.

The Goddess of Victory belonged to him.

She was meant to arrive in the midst of his reign, if only he had accepted.

He placed the crystal glass on the nearby desk, long legs stretching out as he stood up from the beige settee. His coat was thrown over a nearby chair and there was still blood staining the top of his brown dress shirt while his loosened tie hung around his neck. It would be best to perhaps change his clothes; after all, only a few hours had passed since the decided battle between him and the Primo.

However, his patience had reached its limits.

Ricardo turned his attention to the lithe figure at the center of his bed where he could hear the faint groan escaping from her lips, her eyelids trembling as they threatened to open.

His Goddess was finally waking up.



::owari::



AN: Man, that was so hard to write. I have no idea where my muse went, but it decided to die last night. We were lucky to get... whatever this was that I ended up writing. xD Hope it was at least entertaining! I spent hours trying to find inspiration (be it for one of the multi-chapter fics or a oneshot...) and so, tried doing something different because nothing was working. The result ended up being a oneshot about the Secondo and Haru, something I have never tried!

In this version, Ricardo, whom Xanxus supposedly resembles greatly, is a calmer version than his future counterpart. It's possible that unlike Xanxus, who lived a very unstable life, Ricardo could have grown to be more in control of himself since he most likely got to see the creation of the Vongola since its birth and might not have had issues trying to prove his worth. Or for all we know, he was a jealous bastard who felt like he had to prove himself since Giotto, his relative, was so amazing. xD In this interpretation of him, he's more 'cool'.

Sequel: Possession - Katekyo Hitman Reborn - Ri86