I had a project about this couple. Then I sort of dropped it because I couldn't make it realistic enough.
[Actually, I'm writing three or four 5986 fan-fics… I'll post them one day or another XD. I'm also working on a super-angst one, so I'm studying PTSD and related matters. Still, I don't think I will be able to bring up such matters in English, so I might just write my first Italian fan-fic. Unless someone find it interesting and help me translate it for your much displeasure! =D ]
Enough with the talking… Enjoy! (Uhm, well, sort of…)
There might be (99,9 % sure ç_ç) grammar, spelling or other mistakes. If point them out, I'll only be glad~!
She always thought that she was going to be a mafia wife. Indeed, she was. Only not the Boss' wife she hoped to be.
He had found her, young and heartbroken, and helped her up.
She had trailed behind him like a lost puppy that does not have any better option. Until she found herself back and resolved to stay beside him, been useful to the man.
At first, there was a lot of bickering; they would found themselves laughing at the memory. But they grow up: as she taught him to rely on others, he taught her how to manage surviving in that rotten world of mafia she found herself in.
Love was next to come.
She became a mafia wife. As a mafia wife she knew she had to be prepared for anything would come.
As a mafia wife, she knew what her man was doing for living.
As a mafia wife, she knew she had to care to both her life and her man's.
As a mafia wife, she knew all too well why her man, whenever he came home, kissed her. Roughly, passionately, desperately.
As a mafia wife, she knew even too good the reason behind every "I love you. I missed you", whenever they got to see each other. Anyone who hadn't lived their life would have called it routine. A mere, meaningless, cold sentence out of habit. In fact, that was the best way to describe the exact opposite of what those words were meant to express.
As a mafia wife, he trained her to be prepared for that moment. And she wasn't one to disappoint his expectations.
That was why, that day, she didn't cry in front of the Boss.
She didn't cry, but her eyes were red. She didn't cry, but her eyes were screaming in sorrow. She didn't cry, but her frame, smaller than usual, was trembling. She didn't cry, because, even if she wanted to, all her tears might already been cried.
"Haru". No other words had to be told. Indeed, that one alone reminded her of the soft, husky voice by which she was used to hear it. But she didn't falter. She was not going to be a shame in front of the Tenth. The man she loved would have never forgiven her that.
She smiled, instead, and asked for the ring. His ring. Her ring. He left her a note, one day; she had to open it in one and only case. He would have left something for her, to be with her… just a little bit longer.
She knows he had studied hard on it, but did not know what it was.
She found out that day: he saved every day a little of his flame of resolution and put it in a storage ring, meant only to open one of his boxes.
The cat was nestled in her lap, purring softly, just to be heard by her. "Uri" she murmured.
"Hayato".
A/N: Hai, hai~ *sounds like MamaLuss* How it was? Sloppy as usual?
Help me grow then, will you? I'll send you a virtual hug! *ω*
Ok, I'll send you one, anyway *hugs* I'm sort of in a bad period so a hug is always a good thing!
Aaaah~ Gokudera-kun… seems like I can't keep you alive. Will you stop killing yourself?