Title: "War"

Rated: K+

Summary: Tsunayoshi Sawada left her, as she questioned her fault toward him through out the years. Ten years later, they faced each other; as two figures of two sides of the law.

Pairing: Tsunayoshi Sawada/ Kyoko Sasagawa (main), and hints of other pairings.

Genre: Crime/Hurt/Comfort

Warn: AU, ooc, TYL verse, police!Kyoko Sasagawa, police!Haru Miura, a bit of cursing here and there, absurd, not beta'd.

Disc: I don't own KHR.

He was a no-good student, while she was the school's idol. He was clumsy and timid, while she was kind and caring. He lent his arms, when she cried on his shoulders. He gave her the ray of hope, while she gave him her smiles.

He was her sky, while she was his sun.

And he was a mafia boss, while she was a police detective.

Two sides of a sword, one wishes to protect the other from the darkness of the world, while one wishes to support the other through the hardships of it. Yet they were driven apart by fate and law; as both worlds were different and contrasted with each other.

As hope was about to shine on them, he let her go and disappeared into the dark side.

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"I–I'm s–sorry K–Kyoko-chan, b–but th–this i–is g–goodbye." He smiled weakly, "s–sayonara."

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Ten Years Later

"Huh?" Kyoko Sasagawa blinked owlishly as she looked around, a bit dazed from the lack of sleep last night as she rubbed her sleepy eyes.

I must be hearing things, she mused then blinked again when she saw a hot steaming coffee in a paper cup on her desk while she looked up to see the coffee giver was none other than her fellow brown-haired police detective.

Kyoko smiled as she took the paper cup in hand and inhaled the bitter scent of freshly-made morning coffee.

"Thank you for the coffee, Haru-chan. I really need it." She blew the coffee and took a small sip while Haru Miura smiled at her.

"Your welcome, desu~" she chirped, "but I think you over did it on the last case, Kyoko-chan."

Kyoko nodded and smiled apologetically at her, "sorry."

"It's fine," Haru waved, "and besides, you need a lot of energy today."

Kyoko stopped drinking and gave the brunette a questioning look.

"Why?" Haru shrugged and took a sip on her own cup.

"I don't know, but I heard today's case will be a lot tougher than the last one." The orangette's eyes widen.

"B–but that case almost took us a week to solve!" she scrunched her eyebrows, "and took a quarter of our manpower to do it—some even are still in the hospital from the aftermath. How could today's case will be more difficult than the one we had before?"

Haru paused as she looked toward her left and right, then leaned toward Kyoko's direction.

"Don't tell anyone, but I accidentally overheard from the chief's office about it." she whispered while Kyoko widen her eyes again.

"You eavesdrop on the chief's office?!" she stared in horror as Haru shook her head.

"As I said, I accidentally overheard it, Kyoko-chan." she deadpanned, "but moreover, I heard it was somehow related to Ryohei-san's disappearance ten years ago."

The orangette's eyes shadowed when she heard that, "o–oniichan?"

"Un," Haru nodded, "which also related to the others' disappearance as well."

Kyoko gritted her teeth, unconsciously clenching her fist as the paper cup broke a little from the small force of pressure.

"It's related about it, isn't it?" She asked, her eyes narrowed while the other nodded.

"As much as I hate to say it, but I'm afraid so, Kyoko-chan." Haru sighed as Kyoko rose from her seat and threw the half-emptied paper cup to a trashcan.

The brunette looked at the orangette's back as she look toward the twenty four year-old woman's desk. A picture in black frame was placed on the corner of the desk; covered by many paperwork if one was not too observant enough. In it was two teenagers in Summer clothes; one was a short orange haired girl—smiling brightly—while the other was a spiky brown haired boy—looking nervous beside the girl—and behind them was the sea.

A fond smile was placed on her face as a frown replaced it.

"As much as I admire you, Tsuna-san, this is the worst and stupidest thing you've ever done to us;" she muttered bitterly under her breath as she turned around to follow Kyoko, ""to protect us" my ass; one way or another, the mafia and police will cross their ways and the war would start."

"I hope you're happy now, Tsuna-san."

And let the war begin.

THE END…?

AN: I just noticed this reminds me of the "Love is War" song. Lololol. War and love. Hmm, you may flame me for not updating the other fanfics—but I swear! It was Kyoko's trivia fault!—so, I decided to make this as a baseless plot—you may throw your tomatoes at me now—I think I just give this idea to anyone that wants this.

Anyways, have a nice day.

Sign, G L. [Jakarta, 20.12.2013]

Edited a few things. [Jakarta, 04.01.2014]