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!
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.
AU: Yay, got my internet back! Sorry it's so short! I'll try to make it longer next time! :) I'll also reply to the reviews a little later tonight, so stay tuned for those!
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.
Genesis: Chapter 27
HappyFace1886
Haru sighed while wiping the sweat from her brow, finally having
finished folding all the laundry. Adelina had gone out an hour ago, having been
sent out to do another chore since the mountain had dwindled to several piles
of clothing. Evening was starting to arrive based on how the ray of lights
flitting in through the windows was starting to darken.
She found a nearby stool to sit on and slumped down on it, feeling
the muscles on her body ache with the movement. Though she was now a lot
stronger due to her treks through the forest, house chores apparently used a
different set of muscle. Still, she smiled at how accomplished she felt every
time she helped out and how much she learned of the timeline she was currently
in.
At the thought of how she was adapting to her surroundings, her
smile faded a bit. So many things had happened while she was here that
sometimes, it was difficult to remember that she didn’t belong in this era.
There were so many things to learn and she was kept busy every day, be it her
chores at the village or her worries about Giotto-sama.
Haru rubbed her sore arms subconsciously. She had boldly claimed
she and Giotto would leave this place and that she would get Attilio-san’s
help, but she still couldn’t say how everything was going to work out.
Attilio-san still hadn’t said he would help... then there was the fact that she
didn’t even know where to go once they were out of here. Another bold claim
–albeit, done in her head this time- was that she would somehow get Giotto with
his Famiglia, but how the heck was she going to do that when she still
struggled to speak in the language of the country she was in? There were many
moments when she was pausing and thinking about what to say and taking
directions was even more complicated! It would be difficult for her to survive
out there and if anything, she would only make things harder for Giotto-sama...
Her hands stilled and dropped to her lap, her gaze turning towards
where the fire was crackling quietly in the corner.
What was the reason why Reborn-chan sent her here? Was it to take
Giotto-sama out of this small village and to the place he truly belongs? Why
was the book on the Vongola’s history so sparse and in pieces? She hadn’t
really thought about it when she first read it, but the book wasn’t really that
complete, particularly the areas that concerned Giotto-sama. It was only a few
years after the Secondo took over that a more carefully managed record of the
Vongola history was prepared.
The other boys would have been more suited for taking this
challenge than her. She had no powers! She had no useful skills whatsoever!
She-.
Haru wildly shook her head, trying to shoo away any more of the
negativity. That kind of thoughts wouldn’t help her out here. Wallowing in
self-pity wouldn’t get Giotto-sama out of here. She had no one to rely on to
help provide possible answers and right now, Giotto-sama was counting on her!
Clenching her fists, she pumped herself up instead.
“If Attilio-san won’t help,” she proclaimed to the empty room,
“then Haru will find a way all by herself!”
There was a slight creak from behind her and Haru quickly turned
around in surprise. Had Adelina returned already?
A blur of a tall figure was all she saw as it lunged towards her.
Something was stuffed into her mouth to silence her screams before a bag was
thrown over her head. She was shoved hard onto the ground, her limbs restrained
by what felt like the calloused hands of a man who worked all his life on the
fields. It was getting harder to breathe, especially because there was
something that felt like a cloth clogging her throat. The panic wasn’t helping
either, her chest heaving while her body grew frantic for oxygen.
“Careful!” a voice hissed as her
vision started to darken. “We need the girl alive for this to work!”
Her last thought before she blacked out was of a tall boy with
golden hair who was looking at her trusting two-toned eyes, a sweet smile on
his face as he held a hand out for her to grab.
Giotto-sama!
Adelina quickly walked through the beaten path, trying to stem her
feeling of guilt of having lied to Haru. It wasn’t a lie that Mama had asked
for her to handle another set of chores once the laundry pile became of a
bearable amount, but what she was doing right now was definitely of her own
agenda.
Sorry Haru, she thought, but if you two are leaving,
I want to... I need...
She brusquely shook the rest of her thoughts away. Her feet
automatically took her to the flower field she and Giotto always played in
before the incident occurred. To her surprise, she saw Giotto and Michael sitting
right before her, Michael looking attentively while the golden blonde haired
boy spoke quietly with a grave look on his face. Unwittingly, she leaped behind
a nearby tree, her hand clutching tightly against her chest.
What was Michael doing there? And what were the two even talking
about?
Her heart felt as though it was going to leap out of her chest,
and not because she saw Michael there. It was like before when the sight of
Giotto had caused all those horrible, repressed memories to seep into her mind.
Adelina’s breathing grew harsher while she slumped forward, struggling to
control her breathing.
This was neither the time nor the place. She wasn’t here to bring
bad memories for Giotto, just as she knew that Giotto would have never wanted
to be the cause of her pain. If he knew she was here, he’d immediately remove
himself from the vicinity in order to cause her further harm. The thought only
made her chest tighten further.
No, that’s not what she wanted!
That’s not why she came out here in the first place!
“Adelina?” a concerned voice called out to her and she turned her
head to see Michael a few steps away. He looked as though he was on the verge
of running, obviously having noticed how pale she was and how her shoulders
were shaking. Behind him was Giotto, who stood where they had originally been
sitting, those solemn eyes watching with a heaviness that made her want to cry.
No!
Michael, who had reached her by now, placed a hand on her shoulder
and kneeled before her so that they were eye-level to each other. She hadn’t
realized just how hunched over she was until now. “Adelina,” he murmured this
time in a quieter voice, the distress obvious in his voice. “Adelina, what’s
wrong?”
Giotto met her eyes before he abruptly looked away, turning back
towards the forest in order to leave the area. Adelina’s breathing grew harsher
and she clutched onto Michael’s sleeve, her hand reaching out towards where
Giotto was walking away.
“Wait...” she struggled to speak, but she felt as though there was
someone choking her from behind. Her throat felt constricted, tighten to the
point that she could only croak her words out. “Wait...”
Was this how things would always play out in her life? Would she
just stand idly by, weak and helpless, while the people she cared for walked
out of her life? If Giotto and Haru were going to leave soon, this might be her
last opportunity!
“Adelina,” Michael had wrapped his arms around her shoulders right
now, giving furtive glances between her and Giotto. He grabbed onto her
outstretch hand and tugged at it gently in an attempt to pull it down. “It’s
okay Adelina, there’s no need for you to-.”
“No,” she shook her head, tears leaking from the corner of her
eyes.
Giotto’s back looked so far away now...
Michael sighed and held her close, running his hand through her
hair while Adelina sobbed pitifully into his shirt.
The village farmer held the small brown haired girl gingerly in
his arms. The bag had been removed along with her cloth. Judging by how her
chest was rising up and down slowly, she was breathing properly as well. He sighed
in relief again, even though they had made sure that she was still alive before
carrying her out of the house.
The village he had grown up in had always been small and mostly
isolated, but even they had heard of stories of people across the sea. The
village wasn’t anything like the cities and were a lot more old fashion and
traditional, but they were still involved with trade and received news at least
on a weekly basis whenever some of the men went off to trade and sell goods.
He and the other villagers knew the girl was Oriental. How she
ended up in this part of the world, no one knew. However, the fact that she was
able to so easily tame the beast...
Was this girl a demon as well?
A shudder went down his spine, but the man clung onto the rationale
that that couldn’t be true. This girl was an earnest, hard worker. He had seen
the way she’d struggle to learn and how she’d try to get along with everyone.
Hell, he had even seen her fight with some people who disagreed with her,
sputtering with her broken Italian with passion raging through her eyes. If she
was some sort of monster, she could have easily cast a spell and enchanted
everyone into loving her and doing her bidding... just like the blonde beast
who had used his power in order to captivate everyone.
No, this girl was an innocent.
And this was for the greater good.
He glanced at his accomplice and felt the grim air surrounding him
as well. The two had not shared a word since they left the cabin, silently
making their trek up the hill to where the house of the elders was. The man
shifted the girl higher when he felt her slipping from his grasp.
“We’re doing the right thing, right?”
“...of course we are.”
No other words were exchanged as they finally reached the wooden
building. He half expected there to be a thick menacing fog surrounding it or
maybe even a raging fire of black magic due to the possibility that their
treachery was discovered. He knew about the obvious fondness the demon had for
this girl. Everyone in the village knew about it...
There was a timid knock from his accomplice on the door before he
reached down to open it, the rusted hinge squealing ominously in protest for
the abuse.
Standing in the center of the room surrounded by the other men of
the village and the elders was a tall man with blonde hair. Casted over his
shoulders was the black cloak of the clergy, which swayed as he turned his
head, his green eyes taking in the sight of the two men entering the room.
The two kidnappers bowed their head and murmured reverently. “We
have done as you have ordered, honored Father.”
::tsuzuku::
AU: Yay, got my internet back! Sorry it's so short! I'll try to make it longer next time! :) I'll also reply to the reviews a little later tonight, so stay tuned for those!
