Summary: AU; A spy, a traitor... none of that mattered to him. She had just proven herself to be a worthy carnivore he needed to test his skills against... but perhaps he was mistaken in just how exactly he wanted to bite her dead. HibarixHaru / 1886
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.
Note: Erm.... I managed to post something in the end xD
“Don’t you dare do anything, you damn Prefect!” the harsh snarl of Storm Guardian’s voice crackled unpleasantly through the earpiece. Though it had been years since he had been the official Prefect of Namimori Junior High or any academic establishment of Namimori, old habits die hard. Hibari ignored the idiot’s angry blubbering in favor of turning his attention towards the slim figure before him. The room was encased in darkness due to the moonless night, but his honed eyes easily made out the woman before him.
::owari::
I was trying something a bit different here. Characters might be a bit OOC because of that, haha. This was something I've been toying with for a while... an undercover Haru who's actually a spy against the Vongola, but as shown above, she's struggling a lot with that fact (well, minus the whole Haru/Hibari part. Haha, I added that in after reading reviews about wanting more 1886). :) If I do make sequel oneshots of this, I do have an ending in mind for it. However, it'll be in the way, way back-burner compared to the other fanfics I'm working on.
Anywho, hope you guys enjoyed! :D Feel free to leave a review sharing your thoughts.
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.
Note: Erm.... I managed to post something in the end xD
Curiosity Killed the Cat
HappyFace1886
“Don’t you dare do anything, you damn Prefect!” the harsh snarl of Storm Guardian’s voice crackled unpleasantly through the earpiece. Though it had been years since he had been the official Prefect of Namimori Junior High or any academic establishment of Namimori, old habits die hard. Hibari ignored the idiot’s angry blubbering in favor of turning his attention towards the slim figure before him. The room was encased in darkness due to the moonless night, but his honed eyes easily made out the woman before him.
Brown
hair tied into a neat high pony tail with a soft pink ribbon and honey brown
eyes that held a warning that spoke of how she wouldn’t hesitate to shoot the
gun pointed at him. She wore black slacks that were easy to move in along with
a simple white button up shirt complimented by a loose black jacket. Typical
clothing worn by the high positioned detectives of the Namimori Police Force.
“We’ll be there shortly,” this
time it was the Rain Guardian who spoke up. Unlike Gokudera’s guttural shouts,
Yamamoto sounded eerily calm, holding a razor sharp edge that warned Hibari
that he wasn’t to do anything. This was their prey to deal with.
Reflexively,
the Cloud Guardian adjusted his grip on his tonfas.
“Hibari
Kyoya,” the softness of her voice belied the cold gleam of her brown eyes. It
was too soft. Too sweet. He had heard enough feminine voices belonging to
enemies to know that gender had no play when it came to the art of combat.
However, the way this woman spoke was much too gentle to belong to someone who
was able to beat the future Decimo of the Vongola to an inch of his life.
“...it was... it was her,” Gokudera
whispered from against the wall, having slumped onto the ground when his knees
could no longer hold him up. “I... I saw her hold Decimo by the collar,
h-holding him up like he was some sort of... fucking ragged doll! No... No, it
was probably an illusion. Right? Baseball head, we were just seeing things,
right? There’s no way that stupid woman could have... could have...”
The words trailed off when Yamamoto provided
no reprieve. Instead, the taller boy simply stared grimly at the operating room
where the Decimo currently was being worked on by the doctors. The other
Guardians had been summoned, but while both Gokudera and Ryohei appeared
distraught by the turn of events, Mukuro and Hibari looked mostly bored.
“A spy,” Reborn spoke up. All eyes turned to
the young boy, the infant having grown several years older since the lifting of
the Arcobaleno curse. He gripped the edge of his trademark fedora, his head
tilted low so that none could see the expression on his face. “Apparently it
had gone under the Vongola’s radar.”
“A spy for whom?” Yamamoto inquired quietly,
but the ruggedness of his voice belied his true emotions. “There aren’t many
mafia organizations out there who would want to make an enemy of us and even if
she was.... a spy, she’s no assassin. She didn’t... kill Tsuna, even though she
had a chance.”
For years he had rejected his role as the Rain
Guardian of the Vongola. He had his own dreams and being considered a fighter
for the mafia sounded so silly in his ears. Not to mention, after everything
they’d been through, their titles seemed superficial at most. It seemed like a
silent agreement... they would forever be tied by the Vongola, but the expected
traditions seemed unlikely due to the peace they were able to forge during
their adolescent years.
“That’s because she’s not from the mafia,”
all eyes turned to the man who had entered into the hallway. There were more
wrinkles on his face from before, but no one could deny the power that emanated
from him. Sawada Iemitsu walked towards them with a grimness they hadn’t seen
since the chaotic wars of the past.
“Then what exactly is she?” Mukuro inquired,
sounding a bit bored by the development.
“NPA.” Reborn supplied and Gokudera gawked
at them.
“The police?” The National Police Agency, to
be exact.
“She was an insider who slipped in under our
radar because she went by her father’s name.” Iemitsu continued, rubbing the
back of his neck. When he’d heard what happened to his son and then the
information that followed, he knew it was going to be a long night. “Miura
Haru’s mother is Miura Tomiko... or should I say Akiyama Tomiko.”
The older man sighed when he was greeted by
empty stares.
“Akiyama Tomiko is the present
Superintendent General of the Metropolitan Police Department and one hell of a
woman. She’s known for cracking down on any and all illegal activities, before
and after they’ve been committed. Her reputation precedes her... she has her
foot in international incidents as well and has connections both within the
U.S. and European Union.”
“But what does that have to do with Haru?”
Yamamoto demanded, for once losing his infamous nonchalance. He couldn’t erase
from his mind the sight of Haru tilting her head towards them, trails of blood
–Tsuna’s blood!- staining her pale cheeks. No matter how ugly or crazy things
got, she had been the one constant in the world, the one who’d always welcome
them with open arms in the midst of all the violence. “So what if she’s related
to the Superintendent General? Why did-How is she a spy?”
“If you knew of Akiyama Tomiko,” Reborn murmured,
“then you’d know that it would not be beneath her to use her own child to
become a tool she can use. After the deaths of the previous heirs to the
Vongola, she’d most likely heard through her connections that I was recruited
to train Tsuna to become worthy of that title... how convenient must it have
been for her to have her daughter situated so nearby the future Vongola leader.”
“Okay, but why now? If Haru’s some crazy
trained spy, why did they suddenly tell her to act now? It doesn’t make sense!”
“It makes every bit of sense,” Iemitsu
snapped. It was impossible to rein in his temper, especially since it was his
own son fighting for his life in the operating room. This was different from
their past bouts. Tsuna was a man now, but it didn’t mean anything at the
present moment because the last thing he’d seen before losing consciousness was
a person he considered a good friend, someone he believed was wholeheartedly
good and innocent, beating the ever loving shit out of him.
That level of agony would be enough to break
even the strongest man.
“Akiyama Tomiko wants Haru to return to her
for one thing only,” Reborn continued where Iemitsu couldn’t, easily maintaining
his infamous composure, “and it’s in preparation for war.”
“War?” Hibari spoke softly, testing out the
word that seemed to so smoothly roll off the tip of his tongue.
“Haru was ordered to attack Tsuna... if he
fought back, it’d have easily provided the police with the incentive to send
out an arrest warrant... if he didn’t fight back, which he didn’t, Haru was
ordered to beat him until he was near dead.” Reborn gazed at the boys... no,
men before him with the coldness that could only belong to an assassin of his
caliber. “Regardless, the outcome would be the same. Using Haru, Akiyama Tomiko
has now declared war on Vongola and all those who’d sworn loyalty to the
Vongola name.”
“Say something, you damn Prefect!”
Gokudera snapped and the volume of his voice tempted Hibari to rip the earpiece
off. It was obvious that the Storm and Rain Guardians were too emotionally
invested in this situation... not that it mattered to him.
Hibari
lowered his body, readying himself for her advancement. Since the day he’d
heard that she’d been able to defeat the pathetic herbivore, he’d been waiting
for the opportunity to sample her skills. His eyes narrowed and the tonfa
tilted slightly, moving in time to deflect the bullet that would have otherwise
hit him by the shoulder.
“Don’t
move,” Haru held onto the smoking gun, easily handling the recoil of the
powerful weapon with one hand alone. A soft glint of metal briefly turned
Hibari’s gaze to the throwing knives held by her other hand. Based on both
weapons, long-range expert? “I know your weapons inside and out. There’s no way
you can reach me before any of mine do... so don’t move.”
“You may
know my weapons,” Hibari spoke nonchalantly, “but do you understand me as
well?”
Without
warning, he lunged for her. As if he’d worry about something as insignificant
as bullets. Anything she threw at him, he’d simply evade and repel. If he got
hit, no mere injury would be enough to stop him. His tonfas were more than
enough for something as pathetic as a gun.
In mere
seconds, he was upon her. His tonfas were raised up and high, but the minute he
swung down, they were blocked by what looked like brass knuckles. Hibari
narrowed his eyes. No, they were trench knives modified to have brass knuckles
attached to them. He immediately leaped away when Haru threw his tonfas upward
and swung her arms, the sharpened edge of her knives aimed for his throat.
Skidding
backwards, Hibari felt the droplets of blood trailing down from the cut she’d
made on his jaw line. So sleek and so fast. The moment she’d seen him run,
she’d abandoned her gun and knives in favor of a close-ranged weapon.
How wise
of her. Long-ranged weapons did nothing to him. She had a better chance of
survival if she entered his domain.
“Hibari, what’s the situation?”
Yamamoto’s voice crackled in his ears, but was ignored once more. Instead,
Hibari leaned back onto the balls of his feet, clicking the button on his
tonfas to release the ball and chains from the tip of his weapons.
“They’re
coming for you,” Hibari remarked, casually spinning the spiked chains. “They’ll
be here ten minutes from now.”
Haru
smiled warily. It sounded as though Hibari was warning her of the other
Guardians arrival, but in reality, he was simply asking her if she could defeat
him in less than ten minutes. No, asking was not in Hibari’s nature.
This was
a challenge.
But not
one she’d time to waste on.
“Run and
I will follow,” he warned before she could make a move. Haru paused in her
movements and then looked up at him with a somber smile on her face. It was
enough to make Hibari pause, wondering if this was a trick of hers. Instead,
the corners of her eyes crinkled as her smile widened.
“Is that
a promise?”
The question
was unexpected and during the few seconds it took for him to process the
question, Hibari’s guard was lowered. That was all the time Haru needed to kick
her discarded throwing knives at him. He easily swatted them to the side with
the chains on his tonfas, but during that moment, Haru shortened the distance
between them.
Ridiculous, he thought as he moved
the tonfas to hit her by the side of her temple... when something hard and
strong ricocheted them away. Hibari’s eyes narrowed and internally cursed.
There was a confident smile on her face, a smoking gun in her hand, before she
spun and hit the butt of her gun onto the side of his head. It was enough to
make him stagger backwards, hitting the wall with blood dribbling down his
face.
In the
span of the few seconds he took to recover and look up, she was gone.
The
little minx.
Not to
mention, a ridiculously fast.
Hibari
gritted his teeth as he pushed himself off the wall. He turned his head when he
heard the door to the room burst opening, Yamamoto and Gokudera rushing inside
with their weapons ablaze.
“Where
is she?” Gokudera demanded.
“Gone,”
Yamamoto answered instead, eyeing the blood on Hibari’s face and the windows
thrown open. He sheathed his sword, a hard glare in his eyes. “Why did you
engage her? I told you-.”
The rest
of his words were lost as Hibari leaped out of the window.
It would
be months until their next encounter. Hibari would never forget the humiliation
and anger from when he’d realized that he’d allowed her to escape. Even after
he had given chase, he hadn’t found hair or hide of the damn minx. No words
could describe the lethal predatory aura that had surrounded him when he’d
heard that the Varia actually had gotten a shot at her a few weeks after he’d
lost track of her.
She was
his target. His prey.
No one
else was allowed to touch her.
The
moment he’d gotten word from one of his contacts of her possibly appearing in Belgium,
he’d arrived there without bothering to inform the other Guardians. They’d
gotten in his way during the previous bout, but not this time.
During
his adolescent years, he would have rushed head first the moment he found his
target. But he’d matured to the point of seeing the folly of such
hot-headedness. Or perhaps it was more due to his discovering the thrill of a
hunt.
The
brown haired woman was followed by a three other plainclothes officers, stern
faces strewn on all of them. It was obvious by their positioning that the woman
was of a higher status than the others, their body language indicating a form
of deference they had towards her that showed obvious rank.
But they
were in his way and that wouldn’t do.
Haru
barely had time to react when two of her men were thrown into the air, sending
flying to the point that they’d most likely get knocked unconscious while
hitting the ground. The third officer was only able to get his hand on his gun
before the same fate befell him, his body sailing into the air while Haru
stared at the source of the attack.
“Hibari-san,”
she remarked coolly.
“Let’s
finish what we stared,” he greeted in return, the chains of his tonfas already
out and swinging in a menacing rhythm.
Haru
didn’t reply, her hands remaining limp by her side.
“Or are
you too much of a coward? A pathetic little herbivore that needs to be
squashed?” Hibari goaded, the hypnotic hum of the chains growing louder as the speed
increased, his patience running thin by her indifference. He decided to prod
harder. “Or do you believe that you’ll receive some form of penance if you
allow yourself to be defeated right here? That it’ll somehow make up for the
wrong you committed when you nearly killed-.”
The air
whistled as a throwing knife was aimed right at his head. Hibari didn’t even
blink as the chains were tilted just enough to knock the knife to the side.
Finally,
a reaction.
However,
just as before, he was taken aback by the expression on her face. There was no
anger or resentment. Only a somber smile on her face with her hand still poised
from throwing the knife.
“I
regret nothing.” She whispered and then raised her hand up.
Hibari’s
eyes widened and he internally cursed, the chains on his tonfa moving even
faster once his hears caught the sound of the incoming bullet.
Snipers!
He
deflected the ones already shot and then quickly moved out of the way, leaping
in between the nearby buildings to obtain some cover. His teeth were gritted as
he could still see the damn woman standing in the middle of the street, the
ridiculous smile on her face and her hand still held upward in a signal for the
snipers. This woman, did she have everything already planned?
“Will
you still follow?” her soft voice pierced through the tension, almost echoing
within the empty streets.
“I will
catch you,” he snarled out the vow.
Haru’s
smiled widened as she turned around, her hand now raised in the air to bid
farewell. “We’ll see about it.
Their
next meeting didn’t take as long and this time, it wasn’t intentional.
Once
Hibari had gotten word that the damn woman would be making an appearance in Cairo,
he’d immediately boarded the plane that’d take him there. To him, it didn’t
matter who was enemy or ally. All those who approached them were forcibly
interrogated for answers concerning her whereabouts. It was starting to become
an obsession, a need, to see her and continue their unfinished fight.
But the
fight had evaporated from within him the moment he found her within the hotel
room, blood soaking through the dirty carpet as she laid against the wall
smeared with blood that was a mix of hers and the dead body a foot away from
her. It wasn’t the sight of her beaten and bloodied that stopped him.
No, it
was the blank glimmer in her eyes. The lack of the mischievous brown spark that
glowed behind those solemn orbs.
Hibari
glowered at the bleeding woman. Her arm was streaked with crimson due to the
wound near her shoulder and lying a few feet from her was the dagger that was
obviously the weapon used to end her attacker. She looked so pathetic and weak,
her clothes torn and bruises forming on her face.
“You
finally caught me.” Haru mumbled.
There
was no reply.
“Though
I guess I’m in no condition to give a proper fight,” she continued, though she
sounded listless and unfocused. “I know you-.”
“Do you
believe yourself to be some sort of martyr? Some sad little girl who’s fate she
can’t control?” though he spoke softly, there was sharp steel layered behind
his voice that threatened to rip her to shreds. “Your actions mean nothing.”
So
directionless and stupid.
“The
Vongola base in Belgium is destroyed,” she ignored the barb behind his words. “Almost
half of the bases owned by the Vongola internationally have been seized by the
police. It won’t be long until Vongola’s headquarters in Italy will be taken as
well.”
Like he
gave a crap about that. His silence told her that much. Hibari spun his tonfas
forward, the smooth edge of it pressed underneath Haru’s child, lifting her
face up so that they could see eye to eye.
“The
next time we meet, I’ll bite you dead.” He said impassively, though the
smoldering in his eyes clearly indicated his displeasure over the situation.
“Make sure you become prey worthy of that hunt.”
The
fourth time they met, it was she who sought him this time.
He’d
been lounging in one of the worn down bar settee within the dimly lit room, in
his hand a glass of a Manhattan. From a few feet away was a pair of
plainclothes officers, whispering amongst themselves about some sort of covert
operation. Since the war against the national defense force began, the Vongola
and all of its brethren had been diligently keeping an eye on them to prevent
any more surprise attacks. Unfortunately, it was as though they were always one
step ahead of them, destroying their bases one by one...
The work
of the ‘fucking traitor’ as Gokudera
liked to put it.
Any
other day, Hibari would have never taken upon himself to do something as boring
as spying. However, he needed a drink
and it was simply convenient that those two herbivores were whispering amongst
themselves in the best bar in this dump. Unfortunately, despite the sharp sting
of the alcohol, it was doing nothing for him. Perhaps confronting those
officers would be a better choice... interrogation would be a hell of a lot
more interesting than watching them mumble about nothing.
The
cushion beside him gave in slightly and a sweet scent permeated his senses. His
form tensed, but he didn’t move when a soft, warm body pressed itself against
his solid form. Hibari was already ready to casually shove the woman off of
him, the police noticing be damned, when a melancholic voice whispered
melodically into his ear.
“I
didn’t believe the Guardian of the Cloud would dare to lower himself to such
investigations.”
His
automatic response was to snake his arm around her shoulders, effectively
trapping her against him and preventing any sort of escape. He wanted to turn
his head, to look at her, but
instead, she curled herself against him and pressed her head against his neck.
Her hand gently caressed his purple dress shirt, running her fingers over his
taut chest.
“You’re
too tense,” she murmured. “They’ve noticed you watching them.
From the
corner of his eyes, he saw black strands. A cover, perhaps. Still, the voice
was unmistakable. This presence belonged to her.
“However,”
she continued while drawing meandering circles on his torso, “they haven’t
realized who you are just yet.”
“Your
arm has healed,” he remarked and traced the scar that lingered. The wound had
been too severe and had left its mark. Briefly, he wondered if there were any
more on her. How deep were those scars? What had she gone through to obtain
them?
“So it
has,” she spoke only to stop, startled when fingers grasped her chin and tilted
her face so that she was looking straight at him. His skin was cold to the
touch due to the drink he had previously been indulging him. Haru didn’t resist
him, mostly surprised that he’d done such a thing at all.
Hibari
toyed with the black strands on her head and her eyes, a vibrant green. They
looked wrong, so misplaced, and yet at the same time, so right. Another mask
upon the mask she’d always worn around them. A stranger, never known by any.
Without
warning, Hibari pressed his lips against hers. Haru’s eyes widened and he
grabbed the back of her head, keeping her still as he slanted his lips better
against her own. His tongue traced the seams of her lips, but he didn’t force
them open and instead gently worried her bottom lip with his teeth. His eyes
were also still open and they stared straight into hers.
The
blush was heavy on her cheeks and he could feel her heartbeat thudding against
her chest. For someone who has killed so many men, it was odd that something as
innocent as a kiss would affect her so much. Not to mention, she was the one
who approached him first.
But when
she hesitantly opened her mouth, he nearly purred in approval. There was no hesitation
as he accepted her invitation, his tongue curling hotly around her own while
coaxing it to enter his own mouth. Her eyes were slowly closing as she simply
let herself go, tasting the slight bitterness of the whiskey in his mouth mixed
in with the subtle sweetness of the vermouth.
His hand
was trailing down from her hair and down her back, tracing her spine in a way
that had her pressed herself harder into him, a slight whimsical moan escaping
between their joined lips. Hibari’s grabbed onto her hips, hoisting her onto
his lap where she straddled him, her fingers curled tightly around the front of
his shirt while the slinky red dressed hiked up to her thighs.
The feel
of the damp heat between her legs made him growl and without warning, he made a
sharp thrust upward. Her eyes clenched shut tighter and it was only due to how
he kept her locked in the kiss that her loud moan was swallowed by him.
There
was a loud cough and the sound of coins and paper money being dropped on the
table belonging to the cops.
It was like
a splash of ice cold water thrown at her by reality.
Her
movements began to slow, but he gave no opportunity to stop. His hands clutched
onto her hips tightly as he began to roll them towards him, the friction
between the two of them causing her to bite his lip hard without meaning to. In
retaliation, he dug his fingers into her hips, being sure to leave bruises that
would last for at least over a week.
It was
obvious that he had experience in this, where she did not. And it was completely
unfair.
But at
the same time... so... so...
Her arms
were wrapped tightly around his neck as she desperately held onto him, the
sensation throughout her body overwhelming enough that her eyes had turned
damp. Like before, without warning, his hands had stilled and she’d collapsed
against him, shivering and trembling for something she didn’t understand.
No, she
did understand.
But did
she want it?
“The
pathetic herbivores are gone...” his low tenured voice was enough to make her
briefly tighten her hold around him. The sound was enough to send a warm heat
down her belly. But then his words registered in her head and she all but
attempted to push away from him. He let her, but didn’t release his hands from
her hips, keeping her still pressed intimately against him.
“T-Then
you weren’t noticed,” damn, her voice was shaking and she couldn’t look at him.
Instead, her eyes trailed down his lips, so red and thoroughly kissed, and she
flinched, trailing lower only to realize that looking down didn’t make it any
better.
Don’t
cry.
She
would not cry.
Hibari
lazily thumbed her jutting hipbone through the silky material of her dress. The
previous desire to fight her, to test his strength against her, had all but
vanished now. It was like when he’d come upon her, broken and bleeding, in that
hotel room. She was an injured lioness, limping and snarling with her vicious
teeth, seemingly able to do critical damage in the eyes of those around her,
but actually completely helpless to whatever fate would befall her.
“I’ll be
in Paris for another week,” his words barely registered in her head as the
moment his grip on her hips loosened, she scrambled off of him. “The top floor
of Banke Hotel.”
Her
reflexes kicked in as she saw something sailing straight for her face. There
was a light metallic clink and, to her confusion, a set of keys were in her
hands.
“And
next time,” she instinctively looked at him as he addressed her and almost took
a step back. Hibari was sitting against the settee with his arms spread on the
head of it, providing the illusion of being poised and relaxed, but betrayed by
the sharp intensity within his eyes. There was no smile on his face, only a
calculative predatory look while his voice came out in a tightly restrained,
guttural growl, “lose the wig and contacts.”
::owari::
AU: Soo... this is what I started writing last week and it was coming out all weird, which was why I didn't bother posting it. Yesterday, while a bit delirious with a fever, I tried continuing this thing again. I have a slight idea as to what I was going for this, but at the same time -and this is what writer's block can do to you- I kind of don't.
Anywho, hope you guys enjoyed! :D Feel free to leave a review sharing your thoughts.
