Title: Black Cherries

Author: Ri-Ryn

Genre: Angst/Drama

Word Count: 1027

Rating: M* (Content suitable for Mature Teens) / +T

Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn belongs to Akira Amano.

Summary: I was in love with him till he shattered my world; him, getting married? Who am I kidding? I might love him till death, mine that is. So, it doesn't matter who I marry; it won't be out of love, your Father was the same way. Do you hate your parents, my precious little girls? Because, you certainly weren't born by our love for each other since there isn't any. The future is unpredictable, though.

Warnings: Severe language and curse words.

Chapter: Dawn to Dusk

A/N: Pairings in this story include Fem27x100 (Female Tsunari x Byakuran) and Gokudera x Haru. Keep in mind; this is sort of like 10 years later for the most part. Her name is spelled like this -つなり and means 'One Will'. Ironic now, ne? This story isn't going to be a "happy" romance story, but rather angst, dark, depressing. I also want to start out; Tsunari isn't obsessed with Gokudera in an unhealthy way. Yes, it will affect her, A LOT, but she really did love Gokudera, and to have him so abruptly pulled from her reach? It hurt her quite a bit, considering who it was with; then, she decides to wait and not ruin their happiness by her confession. She never gave herself the chance to let go and heal from the heartbreak. Towards the end of this story, the relationship between Tsunari and Byakuran will become more 'real.' Sorry this is so short; it's a prologue of sorts until I finish really developing the story, and even then this story will probably be sporadically updated. Enjoy~

I'm not really positive when I fell in love with him. I could list all the reasons why, though. He was loyal, kind to me, devoted, he would have given his everything for me, but it isn't all about me. No, he gave his everything for the family. You could rely on him, trust him, he had your back, he was intelligent, a strategist (still is just about each of these qualities, but aspects of them changed), and so very, very much more.

And then? Then there was her, one of my first and best female friends. She still is except I'll admit I've thought more than once about breaking her.

I haven't, can't bring myself to do it to her, but mostly I could never to do that to him.

Never.

If someone other than that man, my husband, were to hear me, I would be considered crazy: insane. What I feel isn't healthy but it lets me carry on, and that will be enough for me for a long time. You find it wrong; I find it my niche.

My husband is the exact same way. He wants the one thing he can never have, that he let slip through his grasp. I suppose a crucial difference worth mentioning would be that she knows.

Little, gentle Yuni.

The moron already 'killed' her once. Too bad he didn't realize he was in love with her earlier, would've saved us both the grief and darkness.

Then the whole marriage thing: incident; event. Both of them are married, Yuni to Gamma, Hayato to Haru.

We both detest it, yet my husband made Yuni and Gamma our daughters' godparents on his side. He's a sucker for torcher. I, on the other hand, made sure no one knew of my marriage nor my children. Only their godparents, Mukuro and Chrome, know. It sounds like a weird choice if you don't understand the reasoning because I sure as hell didn't make it public.

Then, one of the truly more detestable points of this entire scandal, what we named our twin girls. Who names their children after the person they're in love with? Especially considering their parents aren't talking about each other, but another person's spouse.

Wakana's name represents all that Hayato is. He is harmony, the one that could calm me, music, a fundamental part of his being, and finally complete, he found his soul mate and married her and doesn't need anything or anyone else. Until he has children, God only knows how I'll adapt to that: the product of love between him and another woman.

Hiroko, the hubbie's successor, name means magnanimous: noble-spirited, very generous, kind, or forgiving. I distinctly remember in all of my meetings with other family heads this word following Yuni's name around like a curse. I wonder sometimes who made it more obvious to the world, our distaste for each other.

Wakana Gesso and Hiroko Gesso: the advocate and embodiment of their parents' lost cause love.

In my life, many things were.

Now things are.

My name was Tsunari Sawada.

My name is Tsunari Gesso.

…and I married a man name Byakuran Gesso, had two children by him,

and might fall in love with him without feeling a thing…

…or not.

Tsunari jolted at the small tugs she felt on her arms and looks over to her right and left, seeing Wakana and Hiroko. She humored the nine year olds, "Hm?"

Gorgeous eyes held curiosity: beautiful irises with dark brown on the outer edge before quickly fading into their Father's characteristic purple hue. Snow white hair stuck out here and there but was mostly tamed and soft as feathers. "How did you and Father meet?" Their voices were identical and their unmarred faces held a replica of Byakuran's tattoo. Hiroko's was under the same eye as her father's while Wakana had it under the opposite eye.

"Do you want it to be a happy story?" she asked cryptically. Confusion answered her before she clarified, "Because then I would have to lie. Or, I can tell you how we 'met', and that isn't a very appropriate story for you two, not right now." Not ever.

She miscalculated, these two were their children. It should have been obvious they would choose the difficult path. "We want to know the truth."

Tsunari frowned slightly before picking up the two children and sitting them on her lap, one on each thigh, and gave them a kiss on the fore head.

She could feel him creep up behind her before embracing her from the back of her large, black leather arm chair. The three females looked up to see Byakuran. "Are your telling a story, Tsu-koi?"

Tsunari gave a nod, "I am. They want to know how we met."

"Will it be a pleasant tale? They are rather young," his smile shrunk as he opened his normally grinning eyes.

The brown irises of his wife lost the shine in them. "They want to hear the truth."

The white haired man hummed in reply. "I see; well, I can help then, but why don't you start?"

The brunette smiled before looking to her offspring. She began, "I was in love with him till he shattered my world; him, getting married? Who am I kidding? I might love him till death, mine that is. So, it doesn't matter who I marry; it won't be out of love, your Father was the same way." Tsunari shook her head in shame, eyes closed bitterly until she met her daughter's eyes to continue.

"Do you hate your parents, my precious little girls?" They both replied with a cheerful chirp of 'no.'

"Because, you certainly weren't born by our love for each other since there isn't any. The future is unpredictable, though."

Byakuran's hand squeezed her shoulder in silent support as his violet eyes took on a reminiscent quality, "Her name was Yuni Giglio Nero, her maiden name that is."

"His name is Hayato Gokudera," was Tsunari's quiet confession.

From there, both spilt the tale of their interconnected closet filled to the brim with demons spawned in shadow, out of sight, and out of the light.