Hatred

Chapter One: I Hate You

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Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Unfortunately, other wise I would show more love to Haru. I love her.

Warnings: Maybe some OOC-ness? Rated-T because of Hayato's language.

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Summary: For the first time ever, Gokudera Hayato gets to experience the full blown out hatred that is within Miura Haru.

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(A/N: I'm always making stories, I swear. Lol. I have been working on my other KHR fics though. Entity is my priority right now.)

"This is a very special comb to me, okay Lambo-chan?" Haru says seriously to the now eight year old Lightning Guardian. She had taken Lambo to school today while Tsuna went ahead with I-Pin earlier this morning. They are currently standing at the entrance of his elementary school by the gate. "Treat it with care today. I'll pick it up later when I visit Tsuna-san." Usually, the Bovino heir would take things halfheartedly and not care too much about the things given to him unless it were his own (like lollipops and his ten year bazooka).

But this time, it was special.

Lambo had been wanting to wear this comb for the last month and a half. After all his begging towards Haru, his ceaseless puppy eyes and pacifying words to take care of it, it wasn't until he promised that the comb would stay in his hair did Haru finally relent.

This comb of her's was cool. Lambo had spotted it on a high shelf in Haru's room when she decided to take him out on one of her Haru Appreciation Days. They had stopped by her house real quick to get something and she let him wait in her room. That's when he saw it. The coolest, manliest comb alive. It was shiny and strong looking. A clear, glass comb with a dragon forming its bent shape. Truly exquisite, it was like the dragon was flying around the sky itself. The teeth of the comb was also solid and durable. Lambo had never seen a comb like that in his life.

And why should he?

It was a comb hand crafted to Haru by her late grandfather.

The last gift he ever gave her.

"Now, promise me that you won't take it off?" Asks the sixteen year old Midori High school student. Lambo nods his head seriously. "Don't let anyone touch it." He nods. "And please, please be careful. It will break easily if it falls." He nods again. Reassured by Lambo's attentiveness, Haru smiles and leans down to twist and curl the comb into Lambo's thick, raven curls. No longer an afro, Lambo's hair is still thick so she pulls his hair into a tight man bun, locking the comb in. She's a little glad that his hair is longer than most little boys, reaching just a bit past his shoulders. "There." She says and steps back. "All done."

Lambo's little man bun is low but stylish. The comb fits in perfectly and he's happy to see the dragon come to life in his dark locks. He's even happier when he see's Haru looking a little proud herself. "There, now Lambo-chan is super duper handsome!"

"By a lot?" He grins cheekily. Haru laughs.

"By infinity!" She confirms and leans down to hug the little boy. He usually wouldn't allow this but Haru was special. Besides, he told all his classmates that she was his girlfriend. It'd be weird if they didn't hug, right? What Haru-nee doesn't know wont hurt her. He thinks the moment she lets go. "Haru, Haru. Kiss?" He pleads while sticking his lower lip out in a pout.

Giggling, she thinks nothing of it as she presses a light peck on his forehead. From the whispers behind him, Lambo is smugly happy to know that his peers have seen it. Bwahaha! I am the Great Lambo-san! He smirks but goes back to smiling gently when Haru bids him a farewell.

"I'll see you later Lambo-chan!" She calls over her shoulder.

"See you later!" He calls out with a wave. I-Pin walks up next to him and shakes her head.

"Lambo, idiot." She says.

"I-Pin, jealous."

"BAKADERA!" Cries Lambo, real tears threatening to fall from his eyes. "GIVE ME THE COMB BACK!" He's being held back an arm away in Tsuna's room, trying to swing at Hayato but failing due to shorter arms than the older and stronger Storm Guardian. He's inspecting the comb with interest. Before, Lambo had tried running away from him but Hayato had easily caught up with Lambo's short legs.

Then he carried the small boy into Tsuna's room and demanded to know where he "stole" the comb from. "I DIDN'T STEAL IT!" Cried Lambo. "GIVE IT BACK! I'M SUPPOSED TO HAVE IT!" Lambo is nothing but shouts and screams. Tsuna and Takeshi are on the side, looking at the little boy with slightly concerned looks. Lambo's a crier, but he's usually not this bad.

Takeshi gives a hesitant smile. "M-Maybe you should just give it back to Lambo, Gokudera." He tries. The silver haired boy ignores him, checking the comb out with his free hand. He's inspecting it carefully, impressed with the craft that has gone into making a glass comb.

"Give to m-meeeee!" Lambo cries. "I'm not supposed to let anyone touch it!" Lambo tries to reach for the comb but Hayato goes out of reach.

"Who did you get this from?" Asks Hayato, ignoring Lambo's cries. Said boy's tears get larger and Hayato rolls his eyes in annoyance. "Answer the question you dumb cow."

"Give it baaack." Lambo cries. He looks to Tsuna who gulps. "Tsunaaaaa! HELP ME!" He pleads, green eyes filling with desperate sadness.

"Don't bring the Tenth into this!" Scowls Hayato. "Just tell me where you got the damn thing from and I'll give it back!"

"G-GIVE IT NOW!" Lambo jumps but Hayato is keen in not letting go of the hair ornament. Tsuna decides to intervene.

"M-Maybe you should just give it back. Right, Gokudera-kun?" Tries the Decimo while taking Lambo into his arms to calm him down. Hayato glares at Lambo.

"Lambo-chan! I'm back!" A friendly and feminine voice calls as Tsuna's room door opens. There's a huge smile on Haru's face as she enters. It's clear that she's in a good mood. All day, Haru had hoped that Lambo had fun wearing her most prized hair ornament. The sentimental value in it was great because the love she has for her grandfather was just as great. Be as it may, she was also very glad to get her comb back. She knew Lambo would keep it safe but having it in her own possession was reassuring.

The moment she opens the door to Tsuna's room, however, the good mood and smile flies out the window. The first thing she see's is that Lambo is near Tsuna, crying his eyes out. The second is that Takeshi is sitting idly by the side. Lastly, Haru makes quick note that Hayato is glaring at Lambo. In his hand is...

"MY COMB!" She shrieks loudly. All the boys in the room cringe at the high note Haru's voice had reached. She's fiercely glowering at Hayato. For a moment, it was like the fires of Hell itself were burning behind her. Everyone in the room took a step back at the sight. The intense and sudden rage radiated off her as she began to stomp over her way over in front of Hayato. She blocks his view from Lambo while bringing out her hand. "Gokudera-san." The young maiden begins testily. "Did you take that comb from Lambo-chan?"

"And if I did?" He replies just as testily. He's irritated that she's protecting the stupid cow and even more so that she is the owner of this fascinating little ornament. A thought that sounds something akin to, Where the hell did she get it from? crosses his mind for a split second.

"You did." Haru releases a tight sigh before speaking again. "That is a very special and dear hair ornament to Haru. Please," she raises her stretched hand, "hand it over. Now." Each word is pressed and grated out from between her lips with dangerous venom. Hayato gives the small girl before him a glance over.

If she thinks she scares me, she better think again. Scoffing, Hayato rolls his eyes. He notices that Lambo is looking at him carefully while somehow glaring hatefully at him. A scowl crosses the Storm Guardian's face. "Fine, here."

Haru sighs in relief as the Italian teenager brings the comb closer to her. "It's just a stupid piece of glass anyways." He mutters. Then he carelessly tosses it to the side. Her eyes widen in disbelief and immediately, she tries to catch the comb. For a moment, she feels her precious hair ornament in her fingertips and when she thinks she has it, it slips through.

It's slow motion for both Haru and Lambo. The glass comb falls freely towards Tsuna's wooden desk. Haru can almost see it shatter before it happens and her heart drops. Once the comb makes contact with the surface of the desk, she swears she can see each little crack before it's turned into four, uneven pieces. The sound of it shattering is almost too loud for Haru to take and before she knows it, the pieces she picks up are in her hands.

The glass cuts her palms, as if blaming her for its destruction. Tears gather in the corner of immensely saddened brown orbs as she looks at her gift. Lambo is already spewing apologizes to Haru because he's the only one in the room who knows just how much she loves that comb. "I'm really sorry Haru-nee! I should have tried harder so Bakadera wouldn't have taken it from me." Lambo sniffles in Tsuna's sleeve and the only thing the Decimo can do is hold the little boy close.

He sounds so sorry. She sucks in a deep breath and closes her hands, the glass cutting a bit deeper into her skin. Her palms are marked red and her blood covers the glass. She didn't want Lambo to cry over this, it wasn't his fault. Instead, she shoots the little Lightning Guardian a tiny, reassuring smile.

It's Hayato that Haru gives her deepest, darkest look to. The Italian mafioso raises a brow. "What?" He asks plainly, not caring at all.

Grating on Haru's last nerve, she closes her eyes takes several deep breaths. "You..." She begins and opens them. There is nothing friendly and pure about Haru at all. She's staring at him with nothing but the deepest, angriest, darkest hatred and contempt she has inside of her. It's enough to make his skin crawl. A shiver runs down his back so hard that he can feel it to the bone. "I said it was something very precious to me and you still disregarded my feelings for it."

Hayato says nothing to her but remains glaring. "And... You didn't have the decency to give it to me in my hands. You broke this." Her grip on the broken glass tightens.

"Haru!" Takeshi scolds. He is promptly ignored by the others.

Hayato shrugs. "I'll just buy another one. No big deal."

Something in Haru snaps.

"No big deal!?" Shouts the petite girl. Her face turns red with anger. The blood on her hands drips onto Tsuna's carpet floor. "Gokudera-san! You don't get anything, do you!? You can't just buy something like this from a store! It was a precious, precious gift that had sentimental value to me! There's no way you can make this up to me! And I even told you that it was special to me! I'm sure Lambo-chan did his best to tell you that too! Why are you such an... An..."

With the pressure in her hands, the weight of the glass seems to finally get to Haru because she begins to sob. "You're an idiot." She whispers and wipes at her eyes.

"Hey, don't do that!" Hayato scolds and awkwardly tries to stop that damn idiot woman from covering her eyes with her own blood. "You'll inf-"

"Don't touch me!" She screeches and pulls away from his hold viciously. Everyone in the room is stunned by the sheer look of disgust she holds for the Storm Guardian. The mafioso himself is a little speechless because Haru's eyes are now red. Her hands are bleeding, there's glass cutting her skin and some bits of it are on the table and she's crying. Haru looks nothing short of being completely done with him.

It's unsettling for Hayato.

Clearing her throat, Haru literally runs to the door to leave. She spares one last glare at Hayato and leaves parting words for him. "I never thought that I could hate someone so much as I do you. I hate you, Gokudera. I hate you." The words are choked out in a broken sob before she leaves. It's quiet in Tsuna's room. So quiet that Haru's words spiral over and over and over again in the boys ears.

It's not until Takeshi gets up first and starts picking up the small pieces of remaining glass that everyone else shuffles to do something else. Lambo leaves the room to get a broom and dustpan, Tsuna goes to get a wet rag and towel for the blood in his room, and Hayato helps by reflecting on what he has done. The blood on Tsuna's floor that isn't his own sits there, being soaked in. The longer he stares at it, the louder the voice in his head gets.

"I never thought that I could hate someone so much as I do you. I hate you, Gokudera. I hate you."

I hate you.

I hate you.

I hate you.

He and Haru were never really good friends. The little friendship that they did have, he's a little frightened that he totally messed it up just now. Takeshi clears his throat, catching the younger boy's attention. "Maybe you should start working on that apology to Haru. She seems really mad." He leaves out the fact that this is the first time Haru has ever said out loud that she hated someone.

"Yeah." Replies the Storm Guardian. "Yeah, I'll do that."

(A/N: Ohhhh Gokudera! BOY YOU BETTER DO SOMETHING TO FIX THIS. I don't think Haru will make this easy for you.)