Summary: A brief glimpse at the married life between Haru and Hibari (WARNING, SLIGHT FLUFF). a HaruHibari/1886 fic
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. I don't really have time to re-read and edit things.
Marriage 01
HappyFace1886
“W-Wait
Hiro-chan!” small black strands of hair escaped from the pins holding up the
messy bun, falling over the frantic features of a woman in her early thirties. She
held a slumbering child in one arm while her other arm was outstretched in vain
attempt to catch the giggling child.
“Catch
me Kaachan!” the boy crowed joyfully, glad that his mother’s attention was
finally on him. He remained close enough so that he was still in arms length of
his mother, but each time she tried to catch him, he easily danced away from
her fingertips.
Despite
the exasperation in her eyes, brown eyes gleamed in amusement as she chased
after her oldest child. Though five years old, he already had the grace of his
father. And thank goodness for that. If little Hiro had ended up with her
genes, he would be stumbling about, crashing into everything.
She held
the two year old child in her arms carefully and continued to follow Hiro.
“Please Hiro-chan. Come back to Kaachan so we can go home. It’s getting late
and you know how Tousan said he would be coming home early.”
At the
mention of his illustrious father, Hiro immediately stopped, but did not reach
out for her outstretched hand. He pouted and began to shuffle his foot in
obvious reluctance. Haru bit the inside of her cheeks in order to hide her
mirth. Hiro-chan resembled his father so much that seeing him doing such
adorable acts was so odd yet endearing at the same time.
“But
Kaachan...” he grumbled, his dark navy blue eyes glowing with unhappiness.
Right
then, the child in her arms began to wail. Loudly. Hiro wince at the sound
while his mother began to immediately coo at the child, trying to soothe his
fears. Her second child, Kuronue had a mighty set of lungs. This, she knew,
definitely came from her genes as it was rare for her husband to raise his
voice. His normal monotone voice was enough to strike fear into everyone’s
souls.
“There,
there,” she rubbed her hand on the baby’s back, hugging him close to her.
“You’re safe. Kaachan’s here with you.”
“Kaachan,”
Hiro whined. “It’s my turn right now!”
She
chuckled and began to walk over to him. “We went over this already Hiro-chan.
Kuronue-chan needs us right now because he’s just a baby. And since you’re his
brother, it’s your job to make sure that he grows up to be big and strong just
like you.”
“B-But,”
the little boy sputtered with his dark blue eyes flashing in protest. “It’s not
fair. Kaachan’s always with him and Tousan is never home. Why should I take
care of him when everyone only pays attention to him?”
She
kneeled before him and gingerly placed the baby between them. “Because he is
your younger brother, Hiro-chan. He is a part of you, just as he is a part of
me, because you and he both share the same blood. And right now is when he is
at one of his most vulnerable times. It’s up us to protect him so that he can
smile with Kaachan and Tousan and Hiro-chan everyday, just as how Kaachan and
Tousan protected Hiro-chan so he can smile with us every day.”
Hiro’s eyebrows
furrowed together and he stared at Kuronue with a slight look of disdain. He
didn’t want to share his Kaasan and Tousan with anyone else. But... Hiro’s eyes
shifted and met his mother’s glowing brown ones... for his Kaachan, he would
try.
After
all, if Kuronue-chan was a part of them both, that must mean he was important
to them all... just as Hiro-chan was important to his Kaachan and Tousan.
A gentle
kiss skimmed on her nape and she couldn’t stop the shiver that went up her body.
A strong, warm arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back, pressing her
against a solid chest. “Haru.” A hot voice brushed her sensitive skin.
A strong
blush graced her face and she slowly tilted her face back, only to find her
lips enveloped by another. Her eyes widened in surprise followed by a small
gasp. The small sounds and movements she gave was enough to act as permission
for him as he grasped the side her face, deepening the kiss.
Haru shivered,
mewling at the feel of his tongue slipping into her mouth. It caressed her own
tongue, stroking it lovingly while his hand trailed up her jaw-line to the pins
holding her hair up in a messy bun. She arched into his chest with a muffled
whimper as his tongue speared into her mouth deeper, moving just in time as he
smoothly flicked the pins off.
“K-Kyoya,”
she panted softly, pushing against him gently so that he would move away just
enough for her to breathe. He pressed his forehead against hers and took in her
scent, running his fingers through the soft locks of hair. “Welcome home.”
It never
ceased to amaze her how the strongest and the scariest of the infamous Vongola
Guardians, in all the years they had been married, always remembered to give her
a breathtaking kiss the moment he came home.
“Where
are the kids?” he spoke quietly, almost as though he was already aware of how
Kuronue was asleep in his crib and how Hiro had fallen asleep along with him
while watching over him. He moved gently, as if trying to savor this rare
occasion of silence.
“Asleep.”
Haru murmured back, wrapping her arms around him while he moved his head
towards her neck. She closed her eyes and relished at his mere presence. It was
something she had grown so accustomed to that without the warmth of his body
every night, it was difficult for her to fall asleep. “Is everything alright?”
He nuzzled
into her neck in response and she couldn’t stop the smile growing on her face.
It was
so nice to have him back home so early. For once, they would all be able to
have dinner together. They would actually be able to have family-time for a few
hours and... and... tonight, she wouldn’t have to wait in worry that instead of
her husband returning home, it would be one of her friends all bloodied with a
grim look on their face.
She
trusted him.
He was,
after all, the strongest out of them all.
But
still...
She
couldn’t afford to lose him.
Not now.
Not
ever.
Especially
not now since-.
“When
were you going to tell me?”
Her eyes
widened as she looked straight into his. “What?”
Hibari’s
eyes remained cool and nonchalant, but being his wife for years made it easy
for her to decipher the unseen emotions flitting through them. She knew that he
knew the truth. How, she didn’t know, but the surprise in her quickly faded
away. This was Hibari Kyoya, they were talking about. There was nothing he
didn’t know of.
With a
wry smile on her face, she caressed the side of his face and smiled when he
seemed to lean into her touch. “I found out a few weeks ago.”
“How
long?”
Haru
almost giggled when he kissed her palm. If only the other Guardians could see
him acting this way. Hibari Kyoya was seen as the cold, deadly type, but he
craved for touch. Her touch. Any others, he could do without, but towards the
one woman he loved, he wanted to cover each part of her soft skin with his
touch, to leave reminders of how she was hers, of how they were bonded together
to the point one couldn’t live without the other.
“A few
weeks.”
She felt
him smile against her hand. Of course, one of those rare times he smiled he
just had to do it beneath her hand. Though internally pouting –even she rarely
saw his true smiles– Haru merely returned his smile.
“Another
child.”
The
smile on her face grew. “Yes.”
Another
reminder of the love they had for each other.
“Tousan?”
there was a sleep mumble from behind them. The two adults drew apart and turned
to see Hiro rubbing his eyes, his hair tousled while one hand clutched onto the
blanket Haru had placed over him.
Another child
who was a part of both of them.
Haru chuckled.
“Tousan is home.”
The
sleep in Hiro’s eyes quickly began to fade, replaced by uninhibited excitement
and joy.
“Tousan!”
As Haru
watched Hiro run towards him, the child who held a piece of both her and
Hibari, she gently placed her hands on her stomach.
Another
child...
To have
another child.
That she
wouldn’t mind, especially if the father of the child was Hibari.
Hiro
clung onto his father, talking a mile a minute about the most random things
that happened today. Hibari patiently listened to his son all the while putting
up to how Hiro refused to become detached from him.
Haru
smiled serenely at this scene.
Yes, she
definitely wouldn’t mind.
::owari::
AN: Re-posting because apparently my posts are being deleted by something! D: Thank you, my dear reviewer, for letting me know!
I think this was what the
original AN posted... : This is a different take on the romantic side of Hibari. It
was something that came to me while I was dissecting the relationship between
these two people in another book. I realized that there was a possibility of
Hibari actually being like this. The vague, dependable, sensual and protective
type. After all, Hibari already has a protective streak since he cares for both
Namimori and Hibird. Who’s to say that these aren’t great qualities one would
want in a husband and father? ...just ignore the bloodthirsty side. XD Well, I
give no chance for the bloodthirsty part to shine since this was more of a
family-esque setting, so, HA, you can’t pin me down with that!
Marriage 01
Cuteeee xD
ReplyDelete-Aria
Haha, thank you. :)
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