More Than A Miura

I'm Hahi, Your Half Brother

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Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! There would be a lot more love for Haru if I did.

Warnings: Not an idiot Haru?! How dare I! Well... She's not too much of an idiot. Lol.

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Summary: Let it be known that Haru hates no one except her mother. A mother who walked out on her and her father a long time ago and is suddenly walking back in via...her half brother?! Turns out, there is more to Haru's name than she could ever imagine.

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(A/N: No comment. AHAHAHA, please let me stop writing so much at once.)

"I'm Hahi."

There were many things in this life Haru didn't know. Like, why the moon was white. Why there were countless stars in the sky. Why she never knew her grandparents on both sides. Why good people died early and why the not-so-good people seemed to live long lives. She didn't know why her dad married her mother. She didn't know why her mother left her and her dad. She didn't know why her dad cried many nights after she left. Why he spent so many tears on her, that awful woman who left them with nothing. It took Haru a long time to realize that she didn't love her mother. That she was barely a mother to her at all growing up.

Then there were many things Haru did know. She knew calculus, she knew her world geography. If you asked her, she could tell you the first 100 numbers of pi. Haru knew her first boyfriend-though not Tsuna-was one of the greatest boys she ever knew. She knew about the Vongola and much more mafia related things that she would rather die than admit to her father. Haru also knew that she hated her mother whose name she couldn't forget even if she wanted to. She knew that even as a little girl, she never cried that she left. She cried for her father who knew nothing about being a single parent. Haru also knew that as she was standing in the bridge where her life in the mafia first began, there was a little boy who looked like her and was saying ridiculous things like;

"I'm Hahi and I'm your younger brother."

That's something I can add onto my "I don't know" lists. Sweat dropping, Haru smiled at the boy who seemed no more than six years old. "Hahi? I'm..." She began but was interrupted.

"Miura Haru!" The little boy exclaimed with sparkles in his eyes. He, much to Haru's chargin after his little introduction, resembled her quite a bit when she was younger. His hair was black like hers, possibly darker since Haru's hair shined brown in the light. He had the same colored eyes as her and the same cheeks and nose. No doubt if Haru was born a boy, he would look exactly like her when younger.

Hahi was dressed in a little tuxedo outfit and happily pressed a thumb to his chest. "I know all about you onee-san!" His voiced in a chipper manner. "I've been trying to find you my whole life." Haru resisted the urge to tell him that six years old was too short to be finding someone "your whole life." Hahi grinned at Haru and stepped closer to her and hugged her as tightly as he could around her waist.

"Eh?" Haru gasped at the little boy. "Wh-What are you doing?" The sixteen year old tried to, as nicely as possible, get Hahi to let her go but he remained strong.

"You're someone I've been wanting to meet for as long as I remember." He mumbled into her sides. Haru tensed as she could feel was seemed to be tears rolling down the little boys cheeks. Looking down, there were wet spots on her creme colored blazer. A frown formed on her lips but she did nothing about it and instead let him continue to hold her. "I know that your favorite color is green and that you're actually really smart. Someone like you can't get into Midori High if she was stupid."

How does he know this? Haru tilted her head. She did feel a small sense of smug pride though. Everyone in the Vongola thought that she got into Midori Middle and High school because of her dad's money when that wasn't the case. Haru had made sure she worked hard for the things given to her. But how does a stranger, a little boy no less, know this?

"I know that you hang around with a lot guys after school. I know that you're favorite subject is math and history. You're really good at acting and not too good at expressing your real feelings to others." Hahi continued. "I know that you used to speak in third person, which I think is cute by the way." Haru stifled a giggle and began to bring a hand to run through Hahi's hair. Some how, she wasn't as weirded out by this as she knew she should have been. If Haru were like most normal people, she wouldn't stand for this. She wouldn't let a little kid hug her and tell her things about herself that strangers shouldn't know. But she felt bonded to Hahi, in a very strange way.

"I know that your dad is named Miura Hotaru and that he's a professor for a prestigious university. I know that mom left you guys when you were really little too." Haru's hand froze at this.

Definitely not something I've ever told anyone. Now, Haru pushed the boy away from her at arms length and crouched by his eye level. She gave him a curious gaze and he just looked at her sadly.

"I-I know mom is mean but... She left for a reason! I'm sure of it!" There was a look of love any child who loved their parent possessed in his eyes. "Onee-san, I'm here to bring you back to her." He told her with fierce determination. "When I asked her about you, she told me to find you myself and that if I did, I could bring you back! So..." Hahi gulped nervously. "Pleas-"

"No." Haru answered right away, not even giving Hahi time to finish. The little boy in his suit faltered and he stepped back.

He furrowed his brows at her. "Wh-What?"

"I'm sorry Hahi, but I don't have a mother. She died a long time ago." She lied. To the raven haired girl, there was some truth to it. The moment her mother left through the doors when she was little, she was dead to her. "I'm sorry Hahi. But... I'm not your onee-san." Sighing, Haru left go of Hahi and begun to walk away.

"You are!" He insisted and jogged to get close. He followed behind her as she made her way to her house. "You're definitely the one I am looking for! I can't be wrong! You're Miura Haru and my half sister! Our mother's name is Bachiatari Noroi!" Haru froze at the familiar name, thus causing Hahi to run into her back. "Ouch!" The little boy rubbed his nose and looked up to the teenager.

He saw Haru stiffen and she turned down to look at him. He saw the anger, hurt and another un-explainable feeling emitting from her eyes. The same eyes as his. This didn't make him back out but instead forced him to step closer to her. "Onee-san..."

"I'm not your older sister." She said through pressed lips. "I don't have a mother, she died a long time ago."

Hahi shook his head. "That's not true." Haru ignored him.

"And even if I did have a mother, I have no desire to see her. Thank you Hahi, have a good day." Haru began running away from the boy. To her dismay, Hahi followed.

"Wait!" Hahi shouted. "Please wait! I'm not done talking yet! Onee-san!" Any other person who saw them would see a pair of siblings playing a game of chase. Parents and little kids smiled at their game.

Only it wasn't a game.

The moment he spoke that name, Haru felt the hate burn through her veins. Just the name riled her up so much, she was willing to snap at anyone. Including the little boy following her. Bad Haru! Bad! She shook her head and continued running. She wasn't the type to do that. It wasn't in her to do so. But the name Hahi said out loud... She didn't know that it was enough to change her entire being.

Memories of her father crying by the entrance of the door, of him crying out "Noroi-chan!" and of him not eating, not working, not smiling flashed through her mind and she hated that woman all over again. Haru can remember the anger and hurt she had for the woman who gave birth to her. She's dead, she's dead. Remember that Haru. The teen chanted this over and over again until she finally reached her house.

"Onee-san!" Hahi was not that far behind her and Haru pursed her lips. She opened the door quickly before entering it and slamming it shut. "Onee-san!" Hahi knocked, and not slamming she noted, on her door. "Onee-san! Please! Open up!" He begged and Haru flinched. There was a longing sadness in his voice. She cursed her weakness when it came to little kids. "I... I know you hate mom but please! I have two tickets here with me for us to go back anytime! She really wants to speak with you! I'm sure she's sorry."

I... What is he doing? Haru looked down at her feet and was surprised to find a plane ticket being tucked underneath. Sliding down the door, Haru picked up the ticket and was surprised to find that it was a one-way trip all the way to Shanghai, China. The knocking on the door stopped and Haru stood back up and looked through the peep hole. As if he knew that she was, the boy named Hahi was staring right back at her.

"I'm sure she will apologize and explain why she left. Please, think about it and come with me back to China if you so choose." A faint smile showed on his lips. "I'll be right here waiting for you. A little longer wouldn't hurt."

Haru chewed on her lower lip. Was this kid serious? There was no way she was going back to see her mother. No way in any world or dimension would she ever want to. So many feelings swirled within her. Disbelief, irritation, frustration, just to name a few. And it happened all because of this little boy. Haru pressed a hand against her heart and was surprised o find it beating so loud and wildly. I don't want to see her. Today never happened.

To add to Haru's frustration, tears formed in her eyes. "Why?" She whispered to herself. "Why is this happening right now?" For a moment, she felt like she couldn't breathe. Why would a woman who walked out of her life want to invite her back in? And it's not even that. She sent a little boy... Another kid after me? How dare she? If she really wanted to see me, wouldn't she have come herself? Darkness that Haru hasn't felt since she was a kid pricked at her heart.

"Umm... Onee-san?" Hahi's timid voice reached through. Startled, Haru rubbed her eyes and continued to look through the peep hole. Hahi shuffled his feet. "I really meant what I said when I said I'd be right here waiting for you." He began crossing his legs. "I have no where else to go and no place to stay."

...what? Haru gaped.

"And I reaaaally need to go use the potty!" Hahi confessed, jumping up and down in one spot. Haru wasted no time at all and opened the door.

"Second door down the hall on the left." She instructed. Hahi thanked her and ran inside the house. Haru sighed as she closed the door. She ran her fingers through her hair and felt her shoulder slump. "What's going on?" She spoke her thoughts out loud.

"ONEE-SAN! CAN I STAY WITH YOU UNTIL WE DECIDE TO LEAVE?" Hahi's voice shouted from the toilet. For a minute, those words just don't register with her. And when they do, Haru couldn't help but answer him in a positive manner.

"Yeah! Go ahead! I'll ask dad later."

"THANK YOU ONEE-SAN!"

Haru smiled at this. In her mind, she was internally screaming. How am I going to tell papa this? Hey papa! This kid is also from that woman who gave birth to me, can he stay over for a while until we go to China? She was not looking forward to this conversation. The last thing Haru wanted to bring up to her dad was any memory of Noroi. She didn't want to see him heartbroken again.

It'd be too much.

"Of course you can stay." Hotaru patted Hahi's head. "We don't have a guest room right now. You can sleep with Haru." Said girl gave a blank look to her dad as he came home tonight. Though it worked out smoother than she thought, Haru couldn't help but feel a little disgusted that her father was okay with this. The first thing Hahi said when her dad walked through the door was;

"I'm Hahi. First son and second born of Noroi. Haru is my half sister and I would like to stay here until she agrees with me to go back to China."

Hahi was even kneeling on the ground, pressing his head to the floor. What a greeting. Haru snorted but said nothing as her father and Hahi got ready for dinner. With assistance from the little boy, they made Mongolian beef ramen. A Chinese favorite that Hahi wanted to eat. Which caused them to go grocery shopping soon after he left the bathroom. Hahi was pleasant company, so long as he didn't mention Noroi. Still... His name is Hahi. Haru couldn't really get her head around that.

As the three sat down, Haru looked towards Hahi. "Hahi, is that your real name?" She asked him. The little boy shook his head.

"It's Xiao Lang, meaning little wolf." He tells her with a smile. "Hahi is a nickname mom gave me."

"Xiao Lang... Ah, Shaoran. Shaoran is a good name." Hotaru smiles at the little boy. Haru didn't know why, but she felt relieved that Shaoran's real name wasn't Hahi. She couldn't explain why though. Hotaru laughed at his cute demeanor.

"Tell me, Shaoran," he began causing the little boy to pout, "how is your mother?" The older girl at the table tensed at this as she served Hah-Shaoran's portion. The little boy clasped his hand together.

"She's great! Her and dad get along well. She's been a bit overwhelmed right now though because some of the Triad groups and members from smaller organizations are forming a rebellion against her." Shaoran says this as if it's an everyday occurrence. Haru blinks at this, the words going through one ear and out the other.

What did he just say? Speechless, Hotaru takes no note of his daughter's obvious befuddlement. Instead, he laughs.

"I see. So she really did take over, huh?" A bittersweet smile is on his face and Haru's heart aches for him. However, she still can't comprehend Shaoran's words. All that is repeating over and over in her head are the words "Triad" and "rebellion."

This is too much for one day. Stressed out, Haru goes back to her seat after serving her father and just sits there. Her eyes go back and forth between her father and her self-proclaimed half brother. She is surprised that Hotaru is taking all of this in stride and doesn't seem affected about the subject at all. In fact, he talks with Shaoran so smoothly that she begins to wonder if he always knew that her mother was involved with the Triad.

Triad? ...wait, Triad?! "TRIAD!?" She suddenly screams and slams her tiny fists onto the table. She turns to her dad and looks at him with a bit of betrayal in her heart. "Papa!? What Triad?! Who's in the Triad?!" Hotaru frowns at Haru's open display of confusion.

"Haru, I thought you always knew?" He looks so honest and sincere about her knowing this when Haru has no recollection of any of it at all. She almost wants to punch her dad in the face. "Remember when we used to play dress up and you always wore a suit?" She nods. "And you would always sing about being in the Yakuza?" Again, Haru nods. "Well, it wasn't a game. Your mother and I have been telling you since the moment you were born that you were in line for being the head of the Triad organization. Did you forget?" A smile ends Hotaru's explanation.

"I thought that was just a game." She squeaked. Shaoran looked to Haru with a curious stare.

"Onee-san, you forgot?" He asked with a boyish charm. Her attention snapped to him and suddenly the suit explained everything.

Tsuna-san and the others wear suits when they have to attend mafia related meetings. I am really... Disbelief fills Haru and she slowly slides back into her seat. A complicated looks crosses her face and the two men (well...man and boy) can clearly see her confusion. Slowly, Haru sucks in a deep breath and holds it before breathing back out slowly. "Hah-I mean... Haru needs to sleep on this." And she blacks out.

(A/N: I KNOW! WHAT AM I DOING? I DON'T KNOW. I just really wanted to put this idea out there and see where it goes. Still working on Entity. My other Haru story is on hold right now. I just... You ever just want to bless a fandom with a good idea? And then you keep having good ideas? Lol. Also, please review and tell me what you think!

I got embarrassed by the little brother's name being "Hahi" halfway into the story so I renamed him Xiao Lang (or Shaoran/Syoaran because I love him in CCS.))