Drifting

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Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Warnings: This story really features videos and pictures of Haru's life in America and the reactions of (mainly) Kyoko and Gokudera.

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Summary: When it came to people slowly drifting away from them, Haru would have been the last one on everyone's list.

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(A/N: I mean, Haru wouldn't drift from the Vongola BUT IF SHE DID?)

"You're going to America?" Kyoko blinks feeling absolutely stunned. Her heart hammers inside her chest at the thought of Haru even going away to Osaka. For Haru to land this so suddenly... It's too much. Thinks the chestnut haired girl as she furrows her brows. She honestly wants to cry. Despite feeling this way, her best friend smiles warmly, her gray eyes sparkling with delight.

"I know, right!? It's so crazy. But otou-san is moving there because of his job. I'm really excited!" The raven haired girl punches her fist into the air and looks at the setting sun. The two were hanging out most of the day and were currently leaning against the railing at the bridge of Namimori. Where Haru first met Tsuna.

"H-How long are you going to live there?" Kyoko's bottom lip trembles asking this.

"Well... Indefinitely." Her reply is short and blunt. It cuts like a knife in Kyoko's heart. A sudden, thoughtful look crosses Haru's face. "I might come back during America's summer vacations though. Or when I'm old enough to live on my own." Giggling, her thoughts begin to drift off. Kyoko doesn't know what she could be thinking. The only thing she knows is that a piece of her heart is leaving.

Sighing, she wraps her arms around Haru's shoulders. "I'm going to miss you so much." She confesses and settles her face in the crook of her friend's neck. The Midori High school girl leans her head to rest on Kyoko.

"I'll miss you guys." They both sigh and let the silence linger. Touching Haru's skin, Kyoko feels the warmth and kindness that is always with her. It's a comfort, having her around. With all those boys, dangers, and little kids, Haru has become a kind of anchor for her. Tears burn around her eyes. "I'll miss you the most though." Says Haru, out of the blue.

Kyoko feels her heart skip.

"I mean... You're my best friend. I'm going to be really lonely without you." The beautiful Kyoko can detect a little sob in Haru's voice and her heart breaks a little more. She huddles closer to her best friend and wraps her tightly in an embrace.

"Haru..." She begins, her heart thumping in and out so rapidly that she's afraid it will burst. "I love you."

"Hahi?" Haru laughs and wraps her arms around Kyoko's waist for a full on hug. "I love you too, desu!" While she laughs, Haru doesn't see the way Kyoko's face falls.

Ah... I knew it. She thinks to herself with a bitter smile. She doesn't get it yet. Leaving it be for now, Kyoko tightens her arms around Haru's neck. Without a doubt, Kyoko knew living in Namimori wouldn't be the same for her. Not without Haru. Settling her heart beat as best she could, the two stay like that until the first hint of nightfall befalls them.

"So you're leaving." Hayato says once he catches Haru alone in the kitchen. They're at Tsuna's house. Nana went with Kyoko and the kids to the store, Bianchi was with Reborn somewhere else and Tsuna, Ryohei, and Takeshi were upstairs in the room. Haru is dressed in green shorts (too short, in his opinion) with two black lines going down the side and a red Adidas short sleeved shirt. She turns to look at him, headphones in her ears.

She takes out one of the buds and tilts her head while continuing to stir the food in the pot. "You say something Goku-san?" Smiling, her eyes crinkle at the little nickname she created for him a few weeks ago. A tick appears on his forehead at the wretched name which is regrettably catching on.

"Stop with that shitty name." He growls and walks closer to her. Nearing sixteen, the two have never really gotten along. Which is fine with Haru because that's just the way they are. Her eyes watch carefully at the way Hayato stalks near her. He's wearing the red shirt she bought him last Christmas and a dark gray pair of shorts. A tiny smile curls at the corner of her lips as he stops right in front of her.

Silence encompasses them as they stare each other down. She is waiting for Hayato to do something, anything so she can say something back. But he doesn't. Instead, the look on his face morphs into that of almost a regrettable look. It's not long before Haru's smile cracks a little and she pulls out the other earphone. "Are you not going to say anything? A good-bye at least?" Her tone is forlorn, a contrast with the pout on her face.

The storm guardian purses his lips tightly before sighing. "What do you want me to say?" He tells her.

"Say that you'll miss me." She replies with confidence. Hayato's heart flinches at the words before he wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her close. With his free hand, he turns down the burner on the stove and just holds her. He doesn't have long, he knows, to hold Haru like this. Their relationship is a strange one, border lining strain and almost something.

He doesn't think they'll ever get to something with the limited number of days she has left.

This is good enough. He tells himself. Holding her like this calms his heart so he decides to treasure this moment. It's enough for him.

It's not enough for Haru.

Pulling away, she cups his face. Taken by surprise, the storm guardian just blinks. "What are you...?"

"Shush Goku-san." She tells him. "Hahi, I can't believe you would let me make the first move. Honestly, you're such a stupid man." With a roll of her eyes, she presses her lips to his. His heart beat quickens and something hot, something that burns, rushes to his cheeks. Before he can take in fully what her lips taste like, Haru pulls away and smiles up at him with mirth. There's also a sense of loss in her eyes that he can relate to and it hurts him, almost physically hurts him. "Your lips are softer than I thought." She whispers.

"You idiot." Murmurs Hayato. "What was that for?" His words, harsh, are a contrast to his actions. Gently, he holds Haru in his arms, encasing her with his warmth. This makes the young girl teary eyed but she brushes them away before they have a chance to fall.

"I don't want to leave with regret." As she leans against Hayato's broad chest, she kisses his chin and says the words he would have loved to hear if they had just a little bit more time. "I think I like you."

For Hayato, it's not enough.

(A/N: Short drafts of people drifting. And I was listening to Khalid, Young Dumb & Broke. What a catchy tune.

Before anyone asks me if I'm working on my other stories, yes. Lol, this story isn't really a serious project for me. I write on it when I'm bored and/or am stuck in the middle of writing my other stories. So this might not be updated much.

I really write here for Vongola angsty feelings concerning Haru because yaaas, my baby girl finds happiness in America in this story.)