I was listening to 'Cut' by Plumb and thought I should write something this sad and comforting and add a bit of my signature (ahem) fluffiness. I hope you like it! Goku x Haru fans, please tell me what you think. The rest of my readers, I'll continue my 1886's when my creativity returns. Sooo... read and review? Thankies!
DISCLAIMER: Standard stuff. I don't own the characters or KHR, just the plot.
She found him sitting on the other side of the lawn. He was upset. Obviously. So was she. So was the rest of the family. Tsuna was dead.
They got the news not a week before. Hibari had come in and announced it without much ceremony then walked away.
Gokudera had taken it worst of all. He hadn't come out of his room in days and wouldn't speak to anyone. She had watched him from her room as he walked out onto the lawn. He stopped by the edge of the trees and had been standing there for almost three hours. He was in mourning. Haru had clutched the collar of her shirt resolved to do something about him.
He looked up at her now then clicked and turned away.
"Tch. What do you want you stupid woman?" His voice didn't hold any of the passionate anger she was used to so she quietly sat beside him. Now he was irritated. He got up and began to walk away. She sighed, got up and followed him silently. Angered by the sound of her footsteps, he turned on her his eyes blazing.
"What do you want you stupid woman? Leave me alone I tell you! I'll kill you if you take one more step!" he threatened causing his ring to flame. She stopped meeting his angry gaze. She smiled a small smile and took a step forward. He took one back and got ready to unleash his box weapon.
"I'm warning you Haru. One more step and I'll... I'll..." he couldn't finish it; seemed to be having a war within himself. She took another step forward and before he could do anything else, she had thrown her arms around him. Her tears fell slowly as she tightened her hold on him, willing him to stop fighting her.
"I lost him too," she whispered, her tears falling on his bright red shirt. The fight went out of him and he dropped his box weapon. He shut his eyes against all the feelings he'd been trying to fight for the last three days. He could feel her warmth seep through his shirt and onto his skin. The blessed warmth he was missing...
Her hold tightened and he slowly raised his hands to her back.
Her eyes flew open as she felt his arms wrap around her. She sniffled and looked into his calm green eyes. He even managed a small smile. He hugged her again. He had understood. He wasn't alone. She wasn't his ideal choice, but she was the only one and she was there. She would be there for him.
"Stupid woman," he whispered, his arms squeezing her to him. She smiled and rested her head on his chest. It wasn't the exact beginning of a friendship, but it would do.
They were not alone after all.
They had each other.