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.
::tsuzuku::
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!
