Wish: September 2011

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Questions about the New Blog Headline Pic~

LOL, I guess we're all very busy with our own lives to take time the time to comment. Completely, totally, and 100% understand that. I'm not one to say that I don't since I frequently disappear for long periods of time. I'm just worried that I'm writing for an invisible audience who just accidentally stumble across the blog and just leave for eternity. I guess a review just once in a while to let me know that I'm actually writing to people would be nice. Doesn't need to be every time. n.n

Thank you Opi-chan, suggii-chan, and the anony-chan for leaving me the reviews. They really made my day~! <3

As for about the little poll thing I have on the side. I'm considering the thought of changing the layout around. It'll probably still be the same thing, but like colors and pictures. I'm not sure if I'll change it completely because I know sudden, abrupt change is a bit overwhelming. At least for me.

I'm not 100% sure what I'm planning to do for the contest since I didn't really think so many people would actually say yes. xD but my plan was to hold a bit of a contest where people would create a new blog picture for me. Since I have tons of KHR fanfics, I suppose a fan pic is alright, but it's not limited to just that. It can be anything that you believe would fit for this blog.

Also, QUESTION FOR THE ARTISTS who want to enter this contest! Would you rather I choose the image on my own or to post them on here so that readers can decide? I figured that since other people are the ones that are constantly viewing the site, they have a right to decide, but since the artist are the ones who are taking time and the courage to make the artwork, they should also get the right to say whether it should be me who sees and judges it alone or dozens of other random strangers.

BTW, if I do leave it to readers to decide, any crude or unnecessary comments will not be posted. I have control over what comments get posted and if I see anything inappropriate, I'm just going to delete it. I refuse to let stupid people hurt MY precious readers.

There's no set rules for now because the poll on whether there are people who want to do this contest is still up. Since I already see 6 people who are interested, I'm now going to take the time to think of the rules. But I do believe I'm going to stick with the idea of drawing whatever you think is appropriate for the site, so anything goes in that aspect~!

So, until the end of the poll contest!

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Winged Academy - Prologue

Summary: The end of a terrible war and an attempt at peace. One school. 50% human. 50% alien. Will these kids prove to the world that it's possible for two different species to live in harmony? Or will they simply verify that people are all just hoping for the impossible? One thing's for sure. If these kids wanted to ruin life for all living creatures, it'll be all over their own cold, dead bodies for the new teacher of Winged Academy was determined to make harmony a possibility... or let them all die trying.

Everything here belongs to me. Please do not steal. If you wish to borrow, tell me~!

Prologue

B. O. Heart

Prologue

“Set all the shields at full power!” a man screamed; his voice tinged with pain as he clutched onto his shoulder. It was bleeding profusely, the arm clearly missing. His eyes whirled around as the men and women around him typed away furiously, setting up the coordinates and charging up the machines. Some of them were practically inches away from death, but they refused to die before accomplishing their task.

However, as these people valiantly did their tasks, outside of the warship, in the center of the chaos were two people engaged in battle. They were the center of attention, their combat displayed within the large monitors in the center of the room.

One was a woman with long hair, the brown locks whipping around wildly as she moved furiously with inhuman speed. Her clothes were torn and ragged, blood dripping down her pale white skin while some droplets were flung into the air. In her hands was a pair of pistols, gleaming silver and white. Despite the horrible battle she was in, they remained pure and clean, unlike her dirty, sullied form.

The other was a man with long black hair that seemed to come all the way to his shins, his dark eyes tinged with molten red. However, unlike the woman who only had a pair of eyes –eyes that could barley be seen as her movements were too quick, her hair so wild and untamed that it continuously hid them from potential spectators-, the man had two pairs of eyes. It was as though he had been given an extra set, one each positioned right next to the ‘normal’ pair.

Such a terrible appearance he gave, a monster attacking a not-so-damsel maiden. The man was shirtless, his entire upper body covered in bruises and wounds. While the woman leaked blood of scarlet, his were of the deepest black, another trait that showed off his inhumanity. All this man, this beast, wore were loose black slacks while his feet bare and yet equally black due to the blood –his dirty unnatural blood- staining them.

“Ten seconds until shields are erected!”

With a mighty roar, the wild man charged. He made quick work of the distance between himself and the woman, tilting his head in order to dodge the bullet shot from her. His arm shot outward, mercilessly grabbing the woman’s arm and jerking her forward. When she tried to aim her guns at him, he easily batted them away, sending the pistols flying into the air.

“Get those fucking shields up now!” despite the loss of blood and how he was missing an arm, the captain of the United Airships roared his orders, slamming his fist onto the nearby rail. His eyes were glued onto the screen, watching helplessly as that fucking alien held her.

“Five seconds left, sir!” a nearby cadet cried out, her eyes barley focused as she did her best to finish her final task.

The woman on the screen tried to defend herself, her arms reaching out to grab the sides of the monster-man’s face in order to push him away. The wind blew wildly and their hairs tangled together, a mix of a beast and a beauty. The screen was getting fuzzy, but to the horror of the captain and the crew members, they could all see the army of the alien monster’s friends charging towards the woman, that single helpless woman whose field officers had all been massacred only seconds ago.

“Three seconds left!”

The monster was bringing the woman closer to him. Was he going to devour her? Some extraterrestrials were reported to eat human flesh.

“Two seconds left!”

The woman’s hands dropped from the alien’s face and onto his chest.

“One!”

Gathering all her strength into her arms, she pushed at him hard. The two separated from one another, their arms outstretched as their fingertips grazed the powerful, electrifying blue light that shot upward in between them.

However, the battle was still not done. The captain whirled to the side, blood splattering from his side with the rough movement. “Are the coordinates set?”

“Done. Ready on command.”

The captain could have collapsed just then and there at those words. His limbs now felt so heavy, his head dizzy as the adrenaline threatened to leave him. Clutching tightly onto the rail, he nodded. “Do it.”

His heavy green eyes stared at the monitor where the woman stood, standing tall and proud as she watched the enemy pound at the blue shields. Despite how his limbs got electrocuted by the powerful shield, he continued to slam his fist against it. The captain shuddered, wondering how the woman could just coldly stand there like that. The smell of that monster’s burnt flesh and the piercing howls had to be chilling. Not to mention how she was completely surrounded by that monster’s comrades.

But it no longer mattered.

His duty was done...

“Send all those alien bastards back where they belong.”

AN: Would greatly appreciate feedback. :3

Lies - Katekyo HItman Reborn - 698618

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Summary: It all began with an attempt to tease, an attempt to prove to the Cloud Guardian of his foolish decision of claiming that worthless woman... but for once, it seems as though the one to be fooled this time is the great illusionist himself. A MukuroHaruHibari fic, 698918 (now with a sister fic! Undercover)

First Katekyo Hitman Reborn Fic! ...though I must have been insane to write something like this when it's my first time... haha, well, I hope you guys like it!

I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Also, another note. I have not re-read this or had this beta'd by anyone so sorry for any silly, stupid mistakes. I also am actually not that familiar with the world of KHR, hence the AU. I only know bits and pieces of it and I also know this is probably very OOC, but oh well.

AN: Sorry it took so long to write this piece, but to the people who voted that I write something about this couple, here you go and hope you enjoy!

Lies

HappyFace1886

Haru glared at the computer in front of her. It was being stubborn and refusing to input the code she had just entered. Okay, so it was an inanimate object that didn’t have any emotions of sort... but it seemed like it since whenever Verde-san was the one to input the code, it would always graciously accept. Whenever she was the one who did it, it’d just flash that annoying red box yelling ‘error’.

She sighed and was about to lean backwards when the back of her head touched something that was definitely not part of the chair. Realizing there was someone leaning over to her from behind, she yelped and scrambled to move. However, a strong warm wrapped itself around her shoulders and kept her still.

“Haru,” a familiar voice murmured, a face nuzzling into her ear.

“H-Huh?” the twenty-four year old woman stammered. She squeaked when his tongue laved over the shell of her ear and she quickly began to push against him. “Stop it! H-Hey-!”

With a long, languid lick that left her ear burning, he decided to indulge her and pull away. She turned around and felt her face flush into a deeper red when she saw him licking his lips. Placing a hand over her reddened ear, Haru turned her glower to him.

Standing tall over her –darn him for his height!-, the Cloud Guardian regarded her with a look of amusement. “Working hard?”

She crossed her arms protectively in front of her. “Of course! Haru is no slouch!”

“That must mean you haven’t taken a break yet,” he whispered, taking a step forward. Haru leaned back, her eyes widening when he placed his hands beside her on top of the table, effectively trapping her. She tilted her head back when he leaned even closer, crying out in surprise when he kissed her throat.

“W-Wait a min-!” she yelled, her hands desperately trying to shove him away. She felt teeth nibbling on her skin and panicked at the realization that that was going to leave a very noticeable mark on her. “Stop it Mukuro-san!”

The heavy body on top of her froze and she almost sighed in relief. Haru resumed pushing against him in hopes of creating some distance between them, but he appeared to have no intention of moving. Instead, he pressed his head against her neck, his muscles tight and tense under his clothes.

“How did you know?” the voice was changing, transforming to the tone of the real speaker. There was no use playing around, feigning ignorance to the accusation, especially since she had even stated a name.

“Don’t insult my intelligence,” she said with an affronted huff. Haru tensed up when she felt his hand wrap around her waist. “Hey-!”

“And don’t insult my own,” he murmured, his breath brushing against her bare skin. It sent shivers down her spine, bad shivers that screamed danger. “Explain.”

“Don’t threaten me!” she snapped back, unwilling to easily give into such a rude man. Haru resumed her struggle against him when his fingers dug into her, warning her of what he intended to do if she continued with her foolishness.

Just like her precious, pathetic lover, he wasn’t bound by the rules of the Decimo. He thrilled in destroying the Vongola’s rules and if it meant damaging one of the Decimo’s precious friends, so be it.

Haru seemed to catch onto the fact that he wasn’t in the most altruistic moods and began to settle down. However, the fierce glare belied her tranquility. “What do you want?”

“What gave away my position?” he inquired once more.

Haru seemed frustrated by the question, clenching and unclenching her hands. She was way too stressed out to deal with this situation rationally. Still, though she hated to admit it, she wasn’t in the position to make demands. Thus, summoning the patience she normally reserved for Gokudera, she spoke in a clipped tone.

“Simple observation.”

“I was behind you.”

She snorted. “After our trip to the future, after realizing just how powerless I was compared to the rest of you... do you really think I’d have just sit around and do nothing? Everyone has their own strengths. I had to find mine.”

“And it is the power of observation?” he inquired lightly.

“...I’d like to think that my abilities are more than that.” She replied tartly, having worked too hard to be so easily dismissed by this man. Haru had studied abroad in the likes of America, Germany, and Italy, gaining a renowned reputation for her computer skills along the way. She had made great contributions to the field and worked hard in order to become useful to the Vongola. “And now, Mukuro-san, I think it’s about time you explain what you’re doing.”

Haru looked down and brown eyes met those chilling heterochromic eyes. Due to how the room was dimly lit, the redness of his right eye seemed to glow brilliantly and powerfully. He was no longer assuming the form of Kyoya Hibari, his trade mark spiked pony tail sticking upward behind his head. He was resting his chin uncomfortably on her collarbone, watching her with a tinge of amusement and irritation.

“Cheeky woman,” he taunted and she bit back a snappy retort. “So there is a brain inside of that empty head of yours.”

“Excuse me?” she nearly shrieked.

“And to think, I had thought I’d be able to taunt the Cloud Guardian of how his woman had been unfaithful.” Mukuro pulled away from her, running a hand through his hair. However, he was still standing much too close for Haru’s comfort. He –who was also quite taller than her- looked down at her with a condescending sneer. “How boring.”

“Well forgive Haru for not being able to provide you with adequate entertainment,” she said sarcastically before waving her hand in a ‘shooing’ motion. “Now if you’re done, please leave. Haru has too much work to deal with a rude, pineapple-headed man with no sense of fashion.”

The biting remarks of observation seemed to strike at Mukuro who narrowed his eyes. “As expected, the vulgarity of the mafia has infected you as well.”

“Don’t you dare compare me to the mafia!” she snapped.

He looked at her in surprise and curiosity by this, the ever present annoying smirk on his face. “You are aware that you’re currently working for the mafia.”

“Tsuna-san and the Vongola aren’t mafia!” Haru said resolutely, glaring vehemently at him. “They have the name mafia attached to them, but they are nothing like those crazy, violent mafia organizations! They are kind people, who defend justice and all that’s good!”

He stared at her, as if he couldn’t believe the words this insane woman was spouting. Was she joking? Was she so stupid about the truths in the world that she couldn’t even open her eyes as to what was right in front of her? “Such a naive way of thinking. They do a few simple good deeds... and you believe that that’s enough to wash away all the evil they have committed?”

“Don’t stick the cruel actions of others with that of innocent people. Tsuna-san is a good person and so are the rest of the people that work for him.” She said firmly, a glint in her eyes telling him that no matter what he said, she wasn’t going to change his mind.

He glared at her, a frightening look especially with those unique eyes of his. However, Haru didn’t lower her stand. The amused smirk was no longer on his face. The way this woman spoke was so audacious and outright ridiculous. Just where was this conclusion coming from? Regardless of what the Decimo did, he was still the leader of an entire organization made up of violence and blood.

This woman knew nothing and yet here she was, preaching nonsense to him.

No wonder the Cloud Guardian chose this woman. She was as irritating as he was.

And yet, though he hated to admit it, she was smart. Having a backbone was well and all, but it was useless with other admirable traits. She had the intellect to back it up and the compassion supported by a fierceness rarely seen by others. Though it had merely been passing glances, Mukuro had actually seen her at work. Firm and yet kind, she stuck by her beliefs and was loyal to the bone.

Kufufufu... how dull...

“This is why you are naïve.” He whispered softly and Haru didn’t like the odd glint in his eyes. She preferred the angry or irritated one. At least she knew what he was thinking then. “Good person he may be right now, but with the passing years, do you still believe he will be the same person you trust? The mafia world is easy to get sucked into... who’s to say that he won’t start committing-.”

“Stop,” she said immediately. “Don’t say such cruel things! Tsuna-san will never change. He himself will never allow himself to change like that... and I will never allow him to change into someone like that!”

Mukuro tilted his head, the playful smile returning. “Then what of your dear Kyoya? Who’s to say that he won’t change? He already has the traits of becoming the perfect member of the mafia family...”

This time Haru returned the smile, making sure that it was a duplicate of his smile. “Those who control the flames of the Mist are tricksters. They love to play with the mind of their preys, making them doubt and lose control... don’t think you’ll fool me about anything!”

“Answer the question.” He said with hooded eyes. “What about you’re precious Kyoya? Would you still stay by his side while knowing of all the things he does? Could you embrace a murderer?”

Haru lifted her chin up stubbornly. Did he think that he could shake her just because he was approaching the topic about the man she loved? How stupid. If anything, she was even more confident when it came to him! “Kyoya will always be Kyoya. He may have some... unique tendencies, but he is still himself. He won’t kill without reason and often times, he won’t kill them at all unless there’s no other option. Kyoya may be blood thirsty, but he’s not a killer...”

“Such indomitable faith you have towards him.” Mukuro stated quietly.

“We may have our differences... but I didn’t expect you’d stoop so low as to fall for your base emotions.” Dual eyes twinkled with mischief, watching the fleeting emotions on the face of the normally stoic Cloud Guardian. The amusement immediately faded when he saw the smirk on Hibari’s face.

The bloodied tonfa was raised upward, the end pointed towards the Mist Guardian. “I didn’t fall from anything. If anything, I’ve become even greater.”

“Tied down by such a weak woman... what have you possibly achieved?” Mukuro asked with narrowed eyes. Did this man dare believe that he knew something he didn’t?

“Curious?” Hibari mocked before chuckling, walking away while leaving behind an angered master illusionist.

In the past, Mukuro had never really paid attention to Haru. There was no need to. She wasn’t important and wasn’t a threat to his plans whatsoever.

However, he had greatly miscalculated. Just because she wasn’t flamboyantly noticeable didn’t mean that she wasn’t a possible threat.

It had been happening slowly... he just hadn’t noticed it.

She had so much potential and yet, no one had ever really noticed. A strong-willed woman willing to do anything to help those who held her loyalty. She would constantly try and improve herself for the sake of those she cared about. With a very impressive intellect and wit along with that indomitable will, she was someone surely worthy of having by one’s side.

That explained it all. His attempt to trick her in order to prove to the Cloud Guardian of his stupidity had failed miserably. He had barely started in his little game and yet, had already failed. No, he had failed from the start. It had been utterly pointless trying to trick this shrewd woman.

But...

His movements were abrupt and too quick for Haru to react to. He grabbed her by the shoulders and roughly pulled her forward. Her eyes widened as she fell forward, her hands grabbing the front of his shirt for balance while her lips collided with his.

Mukuro took advantage of her shocked gasp and slipped his tongue past those parted lips, slipping his tongue deep inside of her mouth. Haru’s cries were muffled as his tongue ravaged her mouth, roving eagerly while his hand grasped the back of her neck, tilting her head backwards so that he could spear his tongue even deeper inside of her.

She whimpered, struggling to pull away, but he was much too strong for her. It was impossible for her to simply bite his tongue off for the grip he had on the locks of her hair was tight, warning her that any sudden attacks and he wouldn’t hesitate to hurt her.

As she lay helpless to his ministration, he pushed forward, relishing at the sweetness of her mouth. She tasted so delicious, much more so than he had expected. The force of his movement caused her to fall backwards, her hand reaching back in order to find balance. Her fingers clumsily hit the keyboard, knocking it onto the ground.

This was so wrong!

This wasn’t right!

Though her eyes threatened to tear up, she refused to cry. This was no time to cry! But the feel of his tongue curling around her own... it was as though he was trying to erase each and every last trace of Kyoya from her. Even the taste of his mouth was radically different from Kyoya...

The taste of Kyoya’s mouth had a sharp yet soothing taste, one she could easily drown herself in. However with Mukuro, it was simply exotic. Though she had travelled to many different countries, it was as though he was a world of his own. There was a strong taste to him... something she didn’t want to taste at all...

When he pulled away, she was breathless and angry. Her eyes glimmered with unshed tears, but they had a ferocious glower in them. Despite how her lips were bruised, they were still set in an angry scowl. The mussed appearance she held was so appealing that he was almost tempted to lean forward to steal another kiss, but her guard was stronger this time. There would be a more violent fight if he made another attempt.

With a mocking lick of his lips, Mukuro took a step back. “You are so dull...”

“Excuse me?” Haru shrieked indigently. How dare he kiss her like... like that and then immediately insult her? Just what was he playing at? Was this another attempt to confuse her?

“So dull, but that’s only due to the restrictions placed around you.” He slowly raised his hand towards her and Haru flinched, shrinking away from his touch. Mukuro chuckled and pulled away.

Did this girl not realize her potential? Most likely not due to how she was often outshined by those around her. However the Cloud Guardian had realized... he had noticed her and tried to claim her first.

But it wasn’t too late.

There was still a chance of snatching her away from him.

To take her away from the world of mafias and allow her to grow into the powerful woman she was meant to become, one worthy of standing by his side and destroying the pathetic and violent world of the mafias... She even seemed to hold a great dislike of what the mafia represented. If he toyed around with that idea, then it wasn’t impossible to bring her to his side.

Yes, to have her as his own...

“There are no restrictions on me.” She replied, looking away. And that was sort of true. No one really paid much attention to her. They took from her what they needed and that was it. Sure, there were friends and such, but there was always a tight knit bond they had with others, not with her... it was a miracle in itself that she and Kyoya had become a couple... If anything, Kyoko was close with everyone because she was Tsuna-san’s girlfriend...

Was it wrong to feel a bit bitter about that fact?

How Kyoko, by simply being Tsuna-san’s loved one, was able to rise up in the ranks merely because of that fact while Haru toiled and struggled just to be of some use?

Haru mentally shook her head quickly. This was just another one of Mist games. She loved her friends. She really did! And besides, she had Kyoya. She loved him so much. To protect him and her friends was all that mattered, not whatever it was that Mukuro was talking about.

“The fact that you believe that shows just how boring you are right now,” Mukuro reached upward again and this time, she didn’t move away, too caught up in her own thoughts. It wasn’t until he cupped her cheek, stroking the smooth skin with his thumb, did she realize just how close he was. “But...”

He was leaning closer again and Haru’s breath hitched.

No!

Stay away!

“I’ll break you free... and make you mine.”

He teased her, allowing his breath to mingle heavily with hers. Their heads touched and he allowed her to drink in his presence, to become intoxicated with it so that his words would become trapped in her mind.

At least, that was the plan. Right now, it felt more like he was getting sucked into her presence. Though she had such a petite body, he couldn’t forget what she represented. An unpolished gem... a forgotten caged bird, unloved and un-treasured...

The Vongola was truly stupid for not realizing what they had in their hands.

With her intellect, wit, and daring personality, they could easily advance and grow to the point that they would never have to worry about any competitions in the world. Though the Vongola was already revered and respected, they still did have their share of rebellions and fights... but with her... to create treaties, to create inventions, to create battle strategies...

It was mouth watering of all the possibilities...

The Cloud Guardian was a fool for have tempting him into discovering her...

For now that Mukuro knew about Haru, he wasn’t going to let her go until she was his.

::owari::

AN: Review please~! Even if you're just saying 'hi~'. I take all the reviews to heart and they're the ones that keep me going. lol, if you just pop in and read, even if this website informs me of viewers, i can't tell if it's just people who accidentally came upon this site or if they're here because they really appreciate my writing. Please and thank you! Hope you enjoyed this... my writing and this plot is a bit... er... well, not the best, but I hope you liked this anyways. n__n

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Genesis - Katekyo Hitman Reborn - Chapter 04

Summary: There was a reason why Reborn got Haru involved with the Mafia. Even if she was useless to them in fights and even if she couldn't provide as much emotional strength as Kyoko, she was vital and without her, there would just be no Vongola. G86/GiottoHaru

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. lol, i still don't understand the beta system thing and I don't really have time to re-read and edit things.

Genesis: Chapter 04

HappyFace1886

Sunlight flitted in through the cracked window, irritating Haru’s eyes and slowly waking

her from her slumber. Her eyes fluttered open and she stared, dazed as sleep still clung to her. She remained immobile while staring at the wooden ceiling dumbly when she vaguely felt an arm around her. It made her eyes widen and her entire frame stiffened, especially since whoever was beside her only pulled her closer to them. She felt a slight weight on top of her head and glanced upward, seeing what looked like someone’s throat.

Torn between shrieking and just fainting from embarrassment, she remained motionless for who knows how long.

“G-G-Giotto-sama,” she stammered before her voice became more insistent. “Giotto-sama.... Giotto-sama!”

There was a grunt and her eyes swiveled upward towards the source. Attilio was watching them in his black clerical clothes, his blonde hair tied in a neat pony tail. There was a blasé gleam in his eyes as he stared with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Help?” she asked weakly, feeling unnerved by his intense stare. For a man who looked quite delicate, he sure held a foreboding presence.

“Can’t,” he said before walking away.

“Wait!” Haru yelled. Despite how loud she had shouted, Giotto hadn’t budged at all. In fact, the only thing he did was hold her tighter and snuggle against her. The book she had read had been so totally off. He wasn’t sensitive about physical contact at all! “Attilio-san...”

“Heavy sleeper during morning,” Attilio said with a shrug while reaching for his bag. Since they had only one bed here, he had told Giotto and Haru to share it. Though she had sputtered out in mortification and tried to somehow sleep on the floor, Giotto had feigned ignorance to the fact that they couldn’t communicate and the two had ended up sleeping on the same bed. “Go to town. Work.”

Nothing made sense to her! Sure the book Reborn-chan had given her had left out a lot of things, but Giotto being all clingy and this Attilio man? Surely if Attilio, who seemed important to Giotto, had existed during a significant phase in Giotto’s life, it should have been mentioned before by someone from Vongola. And Giotto being an orphan?

Never talked of, but very possible...

There was a shut of the door and she knew Attilio was now gone. With a small mewling sound from the back of her throat in frustration, Haru began to push against Giotto only to have his hold tighten around her. He made a sound of irritation and she stilled.

Hahi, what was one supposed to do in this situation? T-T-This was Tsuna-san’s ancestors for goodness sake! Of course it didn’t matter if he was hugging her or whatever! He was going to get married to someone else and have lots of kids who will eventually be Tsuna-san! She had no time to be flustered like this. She had to figure out why Reborn-chan had sent her to the past.

“Giotto-sama!” Haru yelled loudly, pushing hard against Giotto. At arm’s length, she saw him open his eyes slightly, peering at her with his two-toned eyes before smiling dreamily. She gulped, her arms shaking with how strong he was. In the end, her face smacked against his chest as she fell against him. “Hahi!”

...now what?!

Two hours... It had taken two hours for Giotto to wake up... she had fallen asleep after the first hour, but had woken up to the feel of someone’s stare. Her brown eyes widened and she shrieked in surprise, shoving him away. This time, his hold on her hadn’t been tight enough and he tumbled off the bed. At the loud hard thud of body hitting ground, Haru gasped and crawled to the edge of the bed, jumping off.

“Giotto-sama!” she waved her arms frantically while he rubbed his sore head, an amused smile on his face. She helped him sit up, running her hands through his head to see if there was any damage. “Are you alright? Does it hurt anywhere?”

“Haru,” he said softly. She glanced down and realized just what she was doing. With a yelp, she pulled away and hid her hands behind her back. “Haru.”

“Y-Yes?” she asked timidly.

He opened his mouth to speak and then paused. Giotto glanced around the room before going towards the table in the middle of the room. He came back with a bowl of fruit and handed it to her. She thanked them for it and watched as he fumbled with trying to somehow convey his message to her.

“...um... eat... then...” she tried to understand as he motioned the actions. It was like playing Pictionary, but a lot more difficult since she had no clue as to what he was trying to say. Giotto pointed at the door and she looked at him confused. “Er... leave?”

He nodded.

“So, you want me to eat,” she lifted the bowl up, “and then you want me,” she pointed at herself, “to leave?” Haru finished by pointing at the door.

Giotto stared at her before shaking her head. He reached for her hand and knitted his fingers together, lifting the joined hands for her to see, before pointing at the door. She looked at their hands before smiling shyly at him.

“You and me... together?” she tried again, pointing at herself and him, and this time, she was answered by a nod and a brilliant smile.

Haru ducked her head at the sight of the smile. He was only her age and yet he held a presence that told her exactly why so many people had ended up following Giotto. There was a charismatic air around him and the smile he gave looked so reassuring. Then there were those eyes...

He had these warm, confident eyes that not even most adults attained with age and maturity.

But there was one thing that bugged her...

Weren’t his eyes supposed to be blue?

Haru knew that Tsuna-san only had those eyes when with the Dying Will flames and according to the book Reborn-chan had given her, Giotto-sama’s eyes were blue. Did this mean that Giotto-sama has already awakened his Dying Will mode? If so, how was he able to? She really wanted to ask him about this, but the communication obstacle was a problem... and she was worried about asking Attilio-san... she couldn’t tell if he liked her or not.

There were so many questions she wanted to ask, even if he wasn’t the great Vongola leader yet. Still, from the looks of it, it appeared as though he would stay by her side.

And she would with him as well.

Besides, there had to be a reason why Reborn-chan sent her. And she would wait patiently until she figured out what that was. Since she couldn’t do anything major that might change history, maybe it has something to do with helping the Primo? If that was the case, she would definitely do all she could to help him!

He had been so kind to her when he didn’t even really know her and had stood up for her when she needed him...

Haru blinked when she realized she had been spacing out. She smiled sheepishly when she saw that Giotto was staring at her, a faint blush on her face. At the rate she was going, her face was seriously going to be permanently red. It wasn’t her fault though! Giotto-sama... just wasn’t what she had expected... and yet at the same time, he was.

Charismatic and kind with a strong presence...

But for some reason very clingy.

...it was just all too confusing.

Giotto grabbed her other hand with the bowl of fruit and raised it up to her. Realizing what he wanted, she nodded eagerly.

“Oh, right! Yes, let’s eat and then go out!”

Right, why was she still so worried? If she continued thinking too much on unnecessary things, it was going to complicate everything. She needed to stop brooding and focus on what she could do right now!

...which was virtually nothing since she didn’t even know what it was that she had to do...

She glanced at their knitted hands and was glad she wasn’t blushing this time. He meant no harm or maybe he didn’t even realize just how intimate he was being. Maybe this long ago, Italy had some sort of different custom she didn’t even know about. Europeans were also mostly known for being more openly affectionate with one another as well... it was just a cultural difference speaking right now!

Yeah, if she thought of it that way, she didn’t feel as bashful.

Haru reached for an apple and took a small bite of it. The fruit tasted sweet and made her realize just how hungry she was. It wasn’t long until she was devouring it completely, reaching for another one in the bowl.

One thing at a time.

She’d eventually learn why it was she was in this timeline. But for now, Haru tightened her fingers around Giotto and merely smiled at his curious yet delighted gaze, she’d take things one at a time.

::tsuzuku::

AN: Haha, I wasn't kidding when I said that this story is taking the scenic route. It'll be slow and sweet. Expect more updates. Chapters will be either short or long depending on the scene or situation.

Chapter 03 Chapter 05

Office Days - Katekyo Hitman Reborn - 1886

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Summary: AU; Stupid Kyoya and his stupid kinks.... a HaruHibari/1886 fic

WARNING! MATURE CONTENT!

First Katekyo Hitman Reborn Fic! ...though I must have been insane to write something like this when it's my first time... haha, well, I hope you guys like it!

I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Office Days

HappyFace1886

“S-Stop it Kyoya!” Haru hissed, glaring at him while he pinned her down on top of the Prefect table of his old middle school. His hand easily clutched both her wrists, keeping them perfectly still above her head. He had her lying on top of the sturdy table, the short business skirt of hers bunched around her waist, revealing those long luscious legs. There was a playful smile on his face as he held her down.

“Nervous?” he purred, amused by how she tried to appear so fierce and intimidating only to be so easily foiled by the heavy blush on her face.

“I-I’m not nervous!” the twenty-two year old woman snapped, struggling to get him off of her. The flush on her face grew when he nestled himself even deeper between her legs, brushing his hardened arousal so firmly against her that she almost whimpered. “I-Idiot! Y-You and you’re stupid kinks!”

He chuckled and leaned closer, kissing her on the cheek when she turned away to refuse the kiss. It didn’t matter. She always gave in at the end. “You weren’t complaining when you wore the Namimori uniform.”

Her eyes widened and she looked at him in outrage. “N-Not complaining? You gave me no chance to complain! After I-I agreed to wear it, you practically attacked me!”

“Nor did you complain about my... attack on you.” He said slowly and mockingly, causing her to glower even harder at him. The look weakened when she felt his hand straying up her flat stomach, causing the edges of her blouse to rise up and reveal the pale skin.

“S-Stop!” she squeaked, squirming in hopes that maybe she could somehow loosen his grip on her hands... though fat chance of that. He was way too strong to easily oppose. Hibari, since he was in middle school, had been considered the strongest of the Vongola Guardians. Years have passed and that fact still hasn’t changed.

“Shhh,” he shushed while she nearly squawked in indignation. Who was he to tell her to be quiet? “The students are in class right now. It would be the duty of the Prefect to... punish... those who break the rules.”

“Kyoya hasn’t been the Prefect for years,” she argued back in a low hissed only to gasp when she felt his hand boldly grasping her breast over bra. His thumb stroked the hardening nipple and she unwillingly whimpered at the sensation that was evoked. He pressed his forehead against hers, watching and memorizing the expression she held whenever he touched her. Despite having seen it so many times, he would never grow tired of it.

“I will always be the Prefect of this school,” he declared before crushing his lips against hers. Haru moaned loudly into his mouth when his hand decided it was tired of being denied what was his and slipped underneath the bra. The feel of his heated skin against her owns sent shivers throughout Haru’s body, her back arching as though she was inviting him to take more of her.

Hibari keenly accepted the invite, his hand hungrily rolling the soft mound under the palm of his hand. The action made her shudder, his mouth muffling the soft cries and whines that escaped her. She felt his tongue entering her mouth, roaming freely and languidly, as if taking its time because it knew all of her belonged to him.

She felt his hand slowly moving away from her wrists and the movement caused her mind to clear for a brief moment. However, the moment she tried to move her arms in order to push him away, he caressed her nipple with his finger. She cried out loudly and broke away from the kiss, her hands automatically clutching his hair as he teased the sensitive nub.

“Breaking the rules?” he mocked, his lips skimming over her neck. Haru arched her back, biting her lips in order to stifle the scream when he rolled his hips against her, pressing his obvious arousal against her moistening core. Her legs tightened themselves around her, instinctively yearning for his touch. The ache between her legs was maddening and the tormenting gentle strokes of his straining member drove her crazy.

“Kyoya,” she pleaded, pulling him closer. The way she said his name so sweetly made his eyes darken and he kissed her bare breast, listening to her cries. His hand had now made its way down her body, his fingers teasing the hem of her underwear. Haru’s hand tugged at the dark strands of his hair as she arched her back, clapping her hand over her mouth in order to stop the scream when his searing mouth enveloped her breast and his fingers delved inside of her at the same time.

The twin sensations made her body tense, pleasure shooting up and down her spine. His mouth sucked on her breast impatiently, tasting and biting at the tender flesh that sent her mindless for him. It didn’t help that his fingers were also stroking her inner walls, the rough material of her underwear causing a friction that sent her mind reeling.

Hibari smirked at her attempts to smolder her cries of pleasure. Hadn’t she learned that that just made him want to make her scream even more? He lazily stroked her, gliding his finger in a slow aching manner that was sure to make her frustrated and sure enough, her hips began to press earnestly against his fingers, begging him to continue.

“D-Don’t... tease... me...” she panted into his ear, unaware of just how wanton she sounded, the slick skin of her face pressing against his cheek while she huskily spoke in that breathless manner. Was she even aware of just how tempting she sounded?

There was a rush to undo the buckle of his belt while she held onto his face, kissing him deeply. She no longer cared that they were in such a public setting where anyone could overhear them. All she could think about was the desperate ache between her legs, the heat that flared throughout her body, the taste of this damn infuriating man that she loved with all her heart.

He entered inside of her with one single thrust, sinking in deep until he was all the way to the hilt. Their mouths joined together muffled the cries, though by now, they were beyond caring.

Gods, she was so deliciously tight. He could also feel her pert breasts against his chest, the hardened nipples rubbing temptingly on him. Hibari grabbed her hips, thrusting harshly into her, wanting more and more of her alluring sweetness. The loud noises of their love making filled the room, almost seeming to rival the screams from Haru.

“Kyoya!” she cried out at how he made her so delightfully full. His grip on her was tight, literally bruising, but all she could think about was the sensation he was inducing from her body. He knew everything about her body and would be the only one who would ever know. She would make sure of it and he’d definitely make sure of that.

Haru eagerly thrust her hips back, moaning at how his hardened member harshly brushed against her inner walls, the wetness of her core soaking him completely. The heat in her lower stomach was rising higher as he plunged himself deeply inside of her repeatedly, moving so roughly that she could vaguely hear the table noisily scraping the floor.

He whispered her name huskily into her ear, wanting her to be the only one to hear his voice. It had always been like this. Hibari would only allow her to hear him when they were in this state while he would always find a way to force her to scream his name out for the world to hear, for the world to understand and swallow that she was his and he wasn’t going to tolerate competition.

Hibari growled when she seemed to tighten even more and grabbed one of her legs, lifting it higher so that he could enter even deeper. The action not only tightened her up, but allowed him to pierce her even more, causing her to beautifully arch her back and scream his name.

“KYOYA!” she yelled as she finally came, her vision disappearing as a blinding white light took over. Mindlessly, she clung to him, whimpering softly at his continuous rough strokes. Her sensitized walls still eagerly wrapped themselves around him while her body shuddered at the intense pleasure running throughout her body.

She hissed when his teeth sunk into her shoulder, her small frame trembling as she felt him empty himself inside of her. His essence filled her completely and overflowed, dripping out between them and down her thighs. They remained still together, still joined as one, as he landed on top of her, panting harshly while he lapped away the blood on her pale skin.

“...I can’t believe we just did this...” Haru groaned out when her mind seemed to finally catch up to what they had done. She gasped when he moved from on top of her. He was still deeply embedded within her and the slightest movement from him caused a spark inside of her.

He chuckled and kissed her cheek. “It would be better believe... as you know best of how just one round isn’t enough to satisfy me”