Summary: Where Haru is
kidnapped in the middle of the night, Squalo claims witchcraft, and one
irritated TYL Xanxus just wants to go to sleep. Meanwhile, pre-TYL Xanxus wants to know what the fuck is going on. X86 / XanxusxHaru
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.
Sleep
Rituals
HappyFace1886
It was around five in the morning when one Miura
Haru was jolted out of her sweet dreams of devouring an endless mountain of
pastries. She moaned unhappily and clung onto her pillow, willing herself back
into her pleasant dream while mumbling incoherently about a chocolate fountain
and cream puffs. Still, at the back of her mind, she felt as though the loud
cacophony of noise sounded strangely familiar... like a helicopter that was
much too close to her house...
A hand suddenly reached out to grab her mouth
and she didn’t even have the chance to shriek before it was covered by a cloth,
her wrists also grabbed and tied firmly behind her back. Her eyes snapped open,
but it was difficult to see through the darkness, especially since her
attackers were also dressed in black. All she saw were the faint red light from
their night-vision goggles. She thrashed viciously, desperately trying to set
herself free.
With how ferociously she fought, she managed to
pull away from the cloth covering her mouth and scream as loudly as she could.
There was a chorus of curses in a language she didn’t understand –was that
Italian?!– before a hand slapped over her mouth this time. Tears gathered in
the corner of her eyes in pain over how hard she was hit. Still, unwilling to back
down, she bit as hard as she could to get the hand to let go. She was rewarded
with a pained howl before she felt something hit her in the back of her head,
her vision then spotting before frightening darkness overcame her.
“Voi! I told you not to hurt her!” there
was a howl of rage and Haru almost whimpered at how the loud voice caused a
zing of pain to strike through her head. She had no idea what he was saying,
but the man sounded ferociously angry. There was a gentle touch that examined
the bump on the back of her head and she vaguely heard what sounded like faint
groveling in the background.
“Now, now, Squalo-chan,” another male
voice tutted, most likely belonging to the one tending to her injury, “there’s
no need to be so violent. The girl is fine.”
“And you think the boss will be alright with
her being smacked unconscious because fucking trash can’t even handle one
measly little girl?” the previous angry voice demanded and there were more
pained cried from whomever was on the other end of his ire.
Haru wanted nothing more than to just close her
eyes and go to sleep, to pretend that this was all just a dream and when she
woke up, she’d still be in bed and preparing for school. Hahi! And today was
supposed to be a special day too! Haru was supposed to go and hang out with
Tsuna-san and the others! They had promised to all go to the park together
because Lambo-chan and I-Pin-chan had begged and pleaded –not to mention
annoyed from Lambo-chan’s part- the others before everyone had relented and
agreed to go as a group.
And yet, she had been kidnapped by... by... by
who knows who! Her head was also hurting and there was a man screaming in rage.
She didn’t know where she was or what was going on. She just wanted to go home.
“Uh-oh, I think the girl’s awake,” there
was amusement dripping from the voice of the man who was tending to her head. “Yoo-hoo,
Squalo-chan, you should stop scaring the poor girl. She’s tearing up.”
“Like I give a fuck!” was the indignant reply.
“My goodness. I suppose it’s fortunate that the
others are out on a mission right now. It wouldn’t do if we scared you any
further, hm?” Lussuria chuckled and
then paused when Haru didn’t react. “Oh, that’s right! You don’t speak Italian.
There’s no need to be afraid, little one. We’re not going to hurt you.”
Haru stiffened at the sound of Japanese and
cracked open an eye. She almost froze in horror at the sight of the fully grown
man whose hair was partially shaved while the rest of what was left was colored
flamboyantly green. He also wore a pair of red-rimmed shades and had the most
salacious smile on his face. Just who in the world kidnapped her?
With a muffled cry of fear, Haru tried to pull
away from the man and tumbled off of the sofa she had been on. The world began
to spin and she moaned from the ground, holding her head. “Hahi... what’s going
on?”
“Now, now, Haru-chan-.”
“H-How do you know my name?” Haru spun around to
face the strange man only to groan at how her headache worsened. “Who are you?
Where am I? What do you-?”
“Shut up!” this time a man with ridiculously
long silver hair appeared and Haru’s eyes bulged at what looked like a sword
attached to the man’s left arm. “Fuck! What the hell happens in the future that
the boss... that the boss... Voi! I can’t even get the words out! This is
fucking ridiculous!”
“You’re not the one who was kidnapped from their
homes by a bunch of weirdos!” Haru yelled back, unable to hold back her
indignation. She was probably signing her death certificate by yelling at this
man, but at this point, she didn’t care. “Just take Haru home if you don’t want
anything to do with her!”
There was a brief moment of silence as the
silver haired man seemed surprise by her sudden defiance. Then his eyelid
twitched. “Where the fuck are the shitheads who brought her here?”
“Still unconscious over there,” Lussuria offered
while pointing at the pile of men on the ground nearby. “Why? Are you going to
send her back?”
“Fuck no! I just need something else to beat the
shit out of,” Squalo roared, knowing he couldn’t lay a finger on the brat
without some dire consequences. “Voi! Why couldn’t the boss just go out and buy
a woman for the night! Shit, he doesn’t even need to buy one. He could just
pluck anyone off from the streets if he wanted to! Why her?”
“Um, while I do think highly of our dear boss, I
doubt he’d be able to pick up some random woman off the street without her
running off screaming,” Lussuria chuckled when he noticed just how rapidly
Haru’s face was paling. “Oh no, there’s no need to worry, Haru-chan, he-.”
“Haru doesn’t know what you’re planning, but
she’s not going to let you do what you want so easily!” she yelled while
getting to her feet, almost stumbling as she made a break for it for the
nearest door. Her head was feeling much better now, though there was still an
ache over where she had been hit. Not to mention, after hearing what those two
men were say, an icy cold splash of fear had struck her.
Hahi, she had to get out of here!
Haru grabbed the door handle and flung it open.
She looked over her shoulder to see how close the two men were to catching up
with her when she ended up smacking against what felt like a solid wall. She
released a yelp and fell backwards, landing in an unceremonious heap on her
rump. “Ow...”
“Boss!” there was a synchronized greeting from
behind her and Haru stiffened.
B-Boss?
Did they just say boss?
Meaning, the one who ordered her kidnapping?
Slowly, Haru lifted her face to see the source
of her misery and shivered at the sight of the angry glower looking down at
her. The man was tall, extremely tall. Maybe it was because she was sitting,
but she knew that even if she were to stand, he would still be towering over
her. His hair was somewhat shaggy, messily covering parts of his face, and
there was a blemish of some sort on his cheek. A scar from a burn?
A thick cloak was thrown over his broad
shoulders and there was loose tie around his neck. His further unkempt
appearance was emphasized by how several of the buttons of his dress shirt were
undone. Despite his disheveled form, there was still an intimidating aura about
him that made Haru shiver. She felt too vulnerable in her pink pajamas,
her loose hair flowing messily around her shoulders as she tried not to
whimper.
“Uh boss-,” Squalo began, but was silenced when
Xanxus suddenly leaned towards Haru. There was a frightened squeak as she
closed her eyes, only to pause when she felt the back of her night shirt being
pulled. Her eyes widened when she realized she was being lifted up and before
she could yell in protest, she was promptly thrown over the shoulder of the
frightening ‘boss’.
Her face further paled as she locked eyes with
Squalo and Lussuria, the questions practically shooting out from her face as
she was then calmly carried away. Their looks of equal confusion were the last
things she saw as the door was closed by the ‘boss’.
So stunned was she by this turn of events that
it wasn’t until a good five minutes had passed when Haru finally snapped out of
it. She began to squirm under the man’s hold. “P-Please let Haru go!”
Her request was ignored, the man’s grip on her
waist still strong and steady as he walked down the dark corridor. She had half
a mind to kick him, but instincts told her that he wasn’t going to take to that
very well. Instead, she tapped on his back with her hands, trying to get his
attention.
“E-Excuse me!” maybe he didn’t understand what
she was saying? “Do you speak Japanese? I-.”
“Shut up,” he snapped and Haru clutched onto the
back of his shirt, taken aback by the fact that he actually said something and
not to mention, was very rude about it. His voice was deep and just as
off-putting as his presence. Haru fell silent, falling limp under his hold
while her imagination began to give her various dire scenarios that might
possibly befall her.
Was this man going to make her cook and clean
this place like some sort of maid? Or maybe... maybe he was going to make her
serve them hand and feet like a slave instead! Or was he going to torture her
instead? But why? She didn’t even know this man!
She sniffled a little and whispered quietly to
herself. “I wish Tsuna-san was here...”
There was a loud bang that made her jump and
Haru pressed her cheek into the man’s shoulder out of fear and surprise, her
arm held over her head an attempt to protect herself. When nothing happened and
she realized that the man was no longer walking, Haru slowly peered over her
shoulder to see what happened and saw that the man had basically kicked open a
door. There was a tremor beneath her and she realized that the man was
currently shaking.
“H-Hahi, um-.” Whatever she was going to say was
forgotten as the man then marched into the dark room, the door angrily shut
behind them. She was then roughly thrown onto the bed in the middle of the
room. She remained still, trying to figure out what just happened when she
quickly spun around and sat up. A bed? Were they in some sort of bedroom?
A quick look around her confirmed this fact.
There was a small desk in the corner of the room with an impressive collection
of books strewn around tastefully. Whoever owned this building must be fairly
wealthy since Haru was sure that this room had to be bigger than her entire
house. There was even a fireplace in the other end of the room!
She shivered when her eyes landed back on the
man in front of her. If she thought the previous glare from before had been
scary, then this one was on a whole other level. Before she could get a word
otherwise, the man spoke brusquely.
“Don’t you dare say that fucking trash’s name
around me,” he snarled and Haru flinched.
“N-Name? What name? Do you mean T-.” a hand
roughly grabbed her mouth, effectively silencing her while pushing her onto the
bed. Her eyes locked onto the man’s crimson eyes and she could practically see
the flames of anger scorching them.
“Are you hard of hearing?” he hissed. “Fucking
scum.”
Her eyes widened at the insult. Scum? Her?
Really? Without thinking, her hands reached out and pushed against his chest as
hard as she could. Not that he really moved. Apparently this man was made out
of pure muscle because pushing against him reminded her of how it had been like
hitting into a wall when she had run into him. Still, she managed to wiggle her
face out of his hold. “Haru is not scum! You’re the jerk who ordered those men
to kidnap me! If anything, you’re the one who’s scum!”
The man sneered at her. “You’re still as
pathetic as ever. Apparently you’re still the same as you will be in ten
years.”
Haru gawked at him. Ten years? Was this man
insane? “W-Who are you? Let me go!”
“Shut up,” he grunted as he released her. Haru
remained still on the bed, still confused by what he said. It wasn’t until she
saw him tossing his cloak aside that she reacted.
“W-What are you doing?” Her yells were ignored
as the boots came off next, the tie and the shirt then thrown carelessly to the
side. Haru’s face reddened at the sight of his toned chest before she slapped
her hands over her face. “W-Why are you taking your clothes off?”
“Are you hard of hearing, woman?” the man
demanded before getting onto the bed. Haru attempted to crawl away, but he
simply grabbed her by the arm and pulled her until her back was pressed firmly
against his chest. The feel of the heat from his body made Haru’s face burst
into flames and she squirmed harder, trying to get away. The man took advantage
of her movements, entangling their legs together while he lazily grabbed the
blanket to throw over them. “Shut up.”
“I-.” the words melted into a squeak as he
wrapped his arms around her, successfully cuddling her against him while his
face was buried into her hair. She was smaller than what he was used to, but
this would be work just fine. Just the feel of the warmth of her body and the
familiar and comforting scent of hers was enough to relax some of the tension
in his body.
Meanwhile, Haru felt as though she was going to
faint by how this completely scary stranger was now using her as some sort of
live teddy bear.
“Ohoho, who would have thought our boss would
have turned out this way in the future,” Lussuria laughed while Squalo brooded
in the corner.
Imagine all of their surprised faces when just a
few hours ago their boss had been hit by a new version of the Bovino Famiglia’s
ridiculous invention when the sample provided in the Varia’s dungeon had
decided to explode in the middle of the evening. The version was considered
‘new’ because the stupid thing lasted more than five minutes this time. It
actually lasted five days!
“What the fuck happened in the future? And out
of all people, why such a weak and pathetic little girl like that?” Squalo
griped, running a hand through his head.
At first, Squalo had been in awe over how
awesome his boss was going to turn out. Not that he had ever believed his boss
would turn out anything other than the way he would. However, when late in the
night in Italy, a very big and obvious problem arose.
“I can’t sleep.”
“Voi! You hear that, scum? The boss can’t
sleep!” Squalo yelled at the grunts that then began to run around in an attempt
to find some way to get their boss comfortable enough to go to sleep. They had
to up their game even more since this boss wasn’t just the ordinary boss, but
the older and somehow even scarier one. “What do you need, boss? We’ll get you the thing that'll make you comfortable here.”
“Bring her to me.”
At that, Squalo faltered. “Uh... her?”
“Bring me Miura Haru.”
“Witchcraft. It had be witchcraft. Or-Or some
sort of blackmail! No, wait, someone like our boss wouldn’t succumb to
something as pathetic as blackmail!”
Lussuria chuckled, thoroughly amused by what was
happening. “Well, who’s to say she remains the cute little girl that she is
right now. She might change a lot in the future.”
“I highly doubt that,” Squalo deadpanned.
“But who would have thought that our indomitable
boss would end up being unable to sleep without his woman around,” Lussuria
continued cheerfully. “Not to mention, so loyal! Like you said, he could have
had any woman he wanted. Especially since he’s literally separated from
her through space and time, he could have had an affair without her ever
knowing and yet, he chose to have her younger self kidnapped instead! Ohohoho,
I knew our boss was amazing!”
“Voi! Like I give a shit about that! And seeing
as though you’re getting a kick out of all of this, you’re the one who’s going
to tell those brats back in Japan that their friend is going to be stuck in
Italy for five days whether they like it or not!”
:::Meanwhile, ten years in the future...:::
Xanxus stiffened at the feel of a soft, plush
body pressed intimately against him. For some reason, his arms were wrapped
around this person’s waist and his face was buried into what smelled like soft
sweet locks of hair. Fuck, had he actually slept with some whore and forget to
kick her out after he was done with her?
The woman apparently felt him become rigid as
she sighed softly and looked upward, smiling pleasantly at him in a way that
made him even further tense up. The smile was too serene, too comfortable, as
though it was something she gave to him every day. “What’s wrong, Xanxus? Are
you feeling alright?”
Their eyes locked and he watched as the
unfamiliar woman’s face melted into that of confusion and then finally
understanding as she took in his younger features.
“...hahi, it’s that time already?”
“Who the fuck are you, scum?” he demanded.
“The scum is your woman, as you love to put it.”
she scowled at him before pulling away from him. It wasn’t until she turned to
face him did he realize that she was completely naked. Feeling his eyes roving
over her, her face flushed prettily before she snatched the blankets close to
her, wrapping them protectively around her. “And you keep your eyes to
yourself!”
“Why should I if you’re really my woman,” he
growled, already agitated and annoyed that he was even in this situation. “And
where the fuck am I?”
Her eyes widened. “You don’t even know where you
are? No, more like, you don’t even know when you’re in! Damn it, Xanxus, you
never explained that part to me! You idiot! When you get back, I-.”
She was cut off when she was promptly grabbed by
the neck and shoved onto the bed. Xanxus easily crawled on top of her, his hand
already holding his trusty pistol as he pressed it against her head. “Talk now,
before I lose my patience.”
Despite the fact that he could kill her with
just a finger twitch of his finger, her face remained placid and calm. “I
wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“And why shouldn’t I?”
“Because then you’ll also be killing your unborn
child, that’s why,” she snapped, clearly out of patience with this situation
already. “And get off of me. You may be ten years younger, but you’re still
heavy.”
Xanxus remained still, his mind trying to
process what she had just told him. Unborn child? This woman... this woman was
pregnant with his child? For a moment, he immediately decided that this fucking
woman had to be lying. And then his mind decided to remind him of how a few
days ago, the Bovino family had stashed a new version of their time traveling
bazooka in the Varia castle...
Fuck.
“Who the fuck are you?”
She gave him an annoyed look. “I already told
you-.”
“Your name, fucking trash.”
Instead of being angry with him, she arched an
eyebrow. She was much too accustomed to his antics to be angered so easily by
something of this level. “You’re really going to call me trash when I’m
carrying you’re child?”
“If I knew your fucking name, I might not have
to.”
“Haru,” she relented. “My name is Miura Haru.
Now get off of me!”
He frowned, staring intently at her face. She
didn’t look familiar at all. Did that mean this was someone he’d meet later on?
Her appearance and name indicated that she was Japanese. Xanxus scowled. “Don’t
tell me you’re with that shitty brat.”
This time, Haru looked confused. “Shitty brat?
Do you mean Tsuna-san?”
Xanxus’s scowl deepened at that name and didn’t
reply. Haru sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to say anything further about it
when he was like this. Instead, she pushed him off of her and tugged the
blanket closer in order to get some clothes from the nearby closet. She walked
over the clothes strewn over the floor, knowing they were likely useless now
since the Xanxus of her time had practically ripped them off of her just a few
hours ago.
Sigh... to think he’d actually be taken from her
before she’d even had a chance to tell him that she was pregnant.
Xanxus eyed her movement from the bed. What the
fuck was he thinking in the future, getting together with pathetic trash like
her? The moment he had a look at her face, he knew she was no fighter. Hell,
she wasn’t some great beauty either. Though far from ugly, she had a plain yet
sweet, innocent appearance. And then there was how he was holding her when he
arrived in this timeline. Never had Xanxus held someone in that manner. Ever.
Especially when it was someone he occasionally shared a few hours of his bed
with.
And if the fact that she was pregnant was true,
then that meant he intentionally didn’t use any protection. It meant he didn’t
care if she ended up pregnant with his kid, effectively tying him to her
forever.
“Well then, I guess this means we’re stuck
together for five days.” Haru explained after putting on a simple blue robe
with cute yellow stars decorating the edges. Xanxus twitched at the sight of
the childish robe. Really, what the fuck was the future him thinking? “You can
have this room. I’ll-.”
“What the fuck do you mean five days?” he
demanded. Those stupid Bovino bazookas lasted five minutes!
She gave him a look of exasperation. “Really
Xanxus, you should take some interest as to what’s going on in your facilities.
Even if it doesn’t seem that important. After all, you might end up in a
situation like you’re in now because of it.”
Xanxus was about to openly curse at her, but she
continued speaking, ignoring his hostile glowers.
“And five days mean five days. The Bovino
Famiglia was developing a new version of the bazookas. The one placed under the
protection of the Varia was a prototype and possibly the first or second
version of it. Unlike the usual bazooka, this one lasts five days.”
This time Xanxus openly swore while Haru felt a
smile play at the corner of her lips.
“That means you’re stuck for five days in the
future.”
::owari?::
AN: Before anyone cries bloody murder that I actually wrote
something else instead of updating the other stuff first, I tried. Believe me,
I tried. It just wasn't coming out right. So, to take my mind off it for
temporarily, I tried writing something else first. Figured it would be best to
write something else instead of being unable to write anything. Now back to
work for me~! Hope you guys like this!
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