Don't Cry Girl

Chapter One: 330B

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Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman! Reborn. I also do not own the manga called, Don't Cry Girl. I was inspired by that hilarious, short story manga to write something similar to it. The author's name is Yamamshita Tomoko. It's so funny, I read it when I want to laugh. Title may change in the near future.

Warning: OOC's, maybe some suggestive stuff, but all around crack? And slight AU. Un-beta'd.

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Summary: Due to certain circumstances, Haru's father sends her away to live with one of his friends for the time being. With no where else to go and no family to turn to, Haru is forced to live with...Shamal?

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(A/N: Am I shamelessly promoting someone's manga here? I don't think so (yes I am) but if you want to laugh and can take dirty jokes, that is the manga for you. Haha!)

Dear Haru,

Due to your useless father's lifestyle, I am sending you to live with one of my friends. He is a good man with a great heart once you get to know him. Thankfully, he lives in Namimori. His address is...

Haru read the address over and over again. Dressed a plaid short skirt and a white tee shirt, she looked at the door before her. This... This is it, isn't it? She wondered to herself, unsure. It was a fair apartment complex. There was nothing special about it. Gray building with a dark green door and black rails. Haru found herself at the top floor. In bright, chipped, golden writing was the door's number.

330B.

Haru shuddered at the sight. There was a weird kind of air about that number. Or the door in general. Taking a step back, Haru sucked in a deep breath. Okay Haru... Papa is going through some tough times at his job. He's not so careless to leave you with someone he didn't trust enough. It's just a door. Knock. Grabbing the handle of her suitcase, Haru raised a fist over the door and hesitated. Her heart was beating fast, pounding so loud that blood was rushing through her ears.

She was nervous about living with a stranger. Someone she didn't know at all. Haru didn't even know that her dad had friends. Why didn't I just go to my boyfriend's house? Surely papa wouldn't know. She reasoned. However, Haru stayed at the door. She knew that if she went to her boyfriend's place, there would always be a voice in the back of her head telling her shacking up wasn't what she was about.

Even if the sex was good.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Haru knocked loudly on the door. Here we go! Anticipation steeled inside her nerves as she gulped loudly.

The door swung open.

Immediately, Haru bowed low. "I-I'm Miura Haruto's daughter! My name is Haru, desu~!" She squeaked. It was silent for a moment and Haru stole a peek from beneath her bangs. A sight she never thought she would see greeted her. A long, thick, almost pulsing piece of...man entered her line of vision. Haru flushed. "KYYYAAAAA!" She screamed and stood up quickly.

"Oh, Haru-chan!" A deep and suave voice called out. Haru, who was breathing hard, looked away from that dangly thing and met face to face with...

"Sh-Shamal-san?" She gasped.

There he was, in all his dark brown hair and chiseled body glory. Out in the open, outside his apartment room, he stood with his bare, naked ass. Shamal didn't seem to mind this, however, and instead grinned from ear to ear. "Haru-chan!" He pursed his lips together and held his arms open, taking a step forward. Immediately, Haru took a step back. "I didn't know you where Haruto's daughter! And to think I've been seeing his daughter for so long~! Come and give me a kiss!" He continued walking towards her and Haru stepped back all the way until her back pressed against the rails.

"S-Stay back!" She cried while pushing her suitcase between them. "Shamal-san! Stop it!" She squealed after he tossed the thing aside. Brown eyes widened even further as Haru couldn't help but look down at his little member. Blood rushed to her head and Haru felt faint. Shamal's entire being was getting closer and closer to her. The poor eighteen year old was growing dizzy.

"Ha-ru-chaaaan~!" Sang the doctor as he leaned down to Haru. She squeezed her eyes shut.

"PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!"

SMACK!

"ACK!" The older man's body twisted in the air as Haru slapped him all the way inside his apartment. Huffing, she placed her stinging hand over her heart and grabbed her suitcase.

This can't be the person papa meant for me to see. Struggling to get her phone out, Haru flipped open her razor and speed dialed her father.

Ring ring rin-click!

"Papa! It's Haru, I'm at your friends house but I think you wrote down the wrong addr-"

"The number you have dialed is not available."

"Umm... What?!" Haru stared at her phone, dumbfounded. This isn't happening. She tried to call her father again only to have the same message played back to her. Haru looked at her phone, to the note that now lay on the ground, and back to Shamal who thankfully had a hand over his...partner. "Oh my gosh, this is really happening, isn't it?"

Shamal struggled to crawl to the door. "H-Haru...ch-chaaanns..." He moaned in pain. Disgusted, the teenager slammed the door. She sucked in a deep breath breath and held it for a bit, and let go. Haru did this a couple more times to calm herself down (from annoyance, anger, and nerves). Once she settled herself, she speed dialed her boyfriend.

Ring ring ri-click.

"Hello?" A deep voice over the phone asked. Haru was immediately comforted by just the sound. She sighed deeply and the voice over the phone caught it. His next question was asked with slight worry. "What's wrong?" Tears gathered in the corner of Haru's eyes but she blinked them away. In a shaky breath, she said;

"I-I think I have to live with an exhibitionist."

"WHAT?"

And in every excruciating detail, Haru told her story.

(A/N: I actually really like pervert Shamal. Yes, he's an exhibitionist in this story and I love him for it. Ahahahaha! Because Masuda in the manga is the same way. He's so funny, oh gosh.)