Entity

Chapter Three

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Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman! Reborn.

Warning: OC and everyone loves Haru (except maybe Gokudera and Tsuna).

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Summary: Seeing memories of someone else from her childhood and up till now, Haru has a chance meeting with a man who is always present inside those moments. Now, the young woman sets off on her own personal journey to reunite two hearts. But what of the girl that the memories they belong to? What of her heart?

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(A/N: I love this story more than I should. Lol.)

"I'll see you next year auntie." Skye kisses a rather tall woman on the cheek before going through the airlines check out. She is boarding the plane after having her suitcases taken care of. Unlucky as she is, she has a middle seat. Not an aisle seat, not a window seat. Right there in the middle... She sighs but shrugs. Skye places her small bag she brought with her on the top and squeezed in the middle between one business woman and a teenage kid.

She gave the teenage kid a strange look before shaking her head. He just grinned in response. Now then. Skye felt the butterflies in her stomach before the plane took to the sky. Excitement traveled through her blood as well as nerves. It's good to be nervous... Skye tells herself and she takes in a deep breath. More people arrive on the plane. It just means this is real, right?

The moment she would get back home, she would tell Angelo how she felt. How he made her feel. How her entire time away from Angelo was literally spent on thinking about him. So, though nervous, she was more than glad to finally tell Angelo she was in love with him.

More than in love.

A sigh escapes her and this causes the attention of her seat buddies to land on the raven haired woman. A blush crosses over her face, causing the teen by the window to chuckle. The business woman eyes her rather sharply before smiling softly. She asks in a rather deep voice, "Du bist verliebt." Skye can't help but stutter a reply.

"U-Uh... I-I'm... Huh?" The teen next to Skye bursts into laughter before looking at her with a boyish grin.

"She says you're in love." He smirks as Skye pouts. "I'm Marx." He holds out his hand for her to shake and Skye does, though not as firm as his own.

"Es ist offensichtlich." The lady adds with a bit of a snicker. Marx laughs and Skye looks at the two, feeling like she was being conspired against.

"She says you're obvious." Marx interprets. Skye can't help but feel the heat take over her face again and she knows it's red. Her face easily gave away how she was feeling. "Wow, you're super red." Marx adds from her side and Skye feels her face grow hotter. The lady speaking in a language Skye doesn't know giggles plenty.

Embarrassed, Skye covers her face and moans in distress. Marx sends the nameless lady a high five and to Skye's horror, she high fives back. "Wie heißt er? Der mann, den du liebst? (1)" The older woman, who Skye has named Business Lady, asks. Marx interprets this and Skye groans.

"Angelo." She murmurs, her face still in her hands. She doesn't see Marx flash Business Lady a wolfish smile.

"Er ist italienisch." He says. Marx and Business Lady continue to talk for a bit despite Skye's soft protests. In spite of this, she feels lighter than before. Her nerves are more or less settled and maybe sitting next to these two would make the trip go by a little quicker.

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I haven't had a dream without Angelo in a while. Haru subconsciously tells herself this as her eyes flutter open. I wonder why that is? Still, Haru feels warmed by the memory of the kind strangers who sat beside Skye in the airplane. She could feels Skye's embarrassment and joy and her contentment with Marx and Business Lady. A smile lingers on her face as she thinks this before tiredly looking around her. Oh...

Haru is in her room at the Vongola headquarters. She recognizes the expensive bed sheets, drawers, desks, the large vanity mirror next to the large closet. Slowly, she pushes herself up straight in bed and winces a bit. A huge wave of nausea overtakes her for a quick second before calming down. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that." She says.

"Ciaossu!" A high pitched voice says. Looking up, Haru is surprised (and yet, not all that shocked) to see Reborn standing at the end of her large bed. The little boy looks at Haru with large, shiny black eyes and he smiles at her while tilting his head. He tips his fedora hat towards her. "How are you feeling?" He asks her. Haru just smiles and clasps her hands together.

"Haru is feeling great, thank you." She replied kindly. Looking around, Haru see's that there is no one else in the room. "How long was Haru out?" Reborn walks over and sits cross legged in front of her.

"When I got here, fifteen minutes. Gokudera called everyone so they'll be here soon." The little boy explained. He looked at Haru with a curious look as it grew silent between them. She stared back and narrowed her eyes.

"What is it?" She asks as she checks her clothes and hair. "Is there something on Haru's face?" Reborn just smiles.

"Who's Angelo?"

The nineteen year old freezes and goes pale at the innocent question. With wide eyes, she stares at Reborn incredulously. He observes her, looking closely at her reactions. The smile that was on her face turned into a sad line. Her warm, coffee brown orbs have heartache and longing sculpted into them. When it looks like she is about to speak, Haru struggles with trying to find the words to say, so her mouth keeps opening and closing. She looks a little pathetic, if he were being honest.

But this is Haru, a person who is always painfully honest.

"It's okay Haru." Assures Reborn as he begins to stand. He towers over Haru just a bit as he does. "You don't have to tell me anything."

Suddenly, tears roll down her cheeks and Reborn is a little stunned. Her body trembles just a bit before she hastily rubs at her eyes. Sniffing, Haru smiles brightly at Reborn. "Hahi, this is so not lady like." She gives a wet laugh and Reborn softly rubs a sleeve down the side of her face. Reborn has seen the lovely brunette heartbroken before but this look she emits feels like it's been a long time of a lost love.

"Do you love Angelo?" He whispers and continues to dry the round cheeks of Haru.

Yes. A voice.

"Yes." She answers, wholeheartedly. Reborn smiles at this.

"I would like to meet him." Haru manages a tiny grin at the boy.

"Yeah." She replies and says nothing more. A knock on the door interrupts the two. Reborn calls for them to come in. Yeah, I'd like to meet him again too. Her fists clench at the sudden increase of her heart rate. Much to Haru's surprise, Angelo's face from earlier today appears in her mind. And like before, something inside her calls out to him. What is this? She wonders while placing a hand to her chest.

A pink blush crosses over her cheek.

"-mn woman. Are you paying attention!?" A hand waves in front of her, startling the girl. Blinking, Haru looks up and see's a ticked off Hayato, followed by most of the Vongola family. Right behind the angry Italian man is Kyoko who pushes past him. "Hey!" He protests in vain.

"Haru-chan!" Her arms swing around the brunette's neck. "When Chrome-chan told me, I was so worried!" Kyoko is shaking and Haru nervously smiles while patting her back.

"Haru is okay." It takes a moment for Kyoko to let go, but when she does, she's looking at Haru with fierce eyes.

"What happened? How'd you faint?"

Haru explained herself, leaving out parts concerning Skye and Angelo. "Haru had a really bad headache and fainted, that's all. This happens sometimes, desu." She watches her best friend sigh in relief before they begin chattering away. Chrome joins in but she shoots Hayato a look.

It's a look of suspicion mixed with worry. The silver haired man nods his head slightly and shares the same look with Reborn. The little kid hops off of Haru's bed and begins to leave the room. The men leave the room so they can give Haru and the girls some privacy to talk freely.

Once outside the door, Reborn turns to Hayato. Next to him are Takeshi and Kyoya. All three men are in their suits with their rings on and are waiting for Reborn to speak. The six year old smiles. "Gokudera-san, when you said you brought Haru in, what did she say?"

His reply was immediate yet stiff. "She kept calling for someone named Angelo." Reborn nodded his head.

"And do any of you guys know of an Angelo? Who she may be talking about?" No one answered, giving Reborn all he needed to know. "I see. I want you guys to keep tabs on Haru as long as she stays here."

"Yes sir." Replied Hayato and Takeshi. Hibari said nothing but bowed in unison with the others. As they began to leave, Hayato was stopped by Reborn's hand on his sleeve. The young man looks down with a curious but obedient gaze.

"Gokudera, ho qualcosa che voglio che tu fai (2)." He speaks in Hayato's mother tongue to express the secrecy of what he's about to say.

Hayato inwardly gulps. "Che cos'è?"

"Tieni traccia di ogni Angelo in questa città." He explains. "Fateli seguire e chiunque arrivi particolarmente vicino a Haru..." Deal with them quietly. This isn't said but the silent linger after Reborn's sentence is enough for Hayato to know that that is what he wants to happen. Hayato bows his head low again.

"Yes sir." He complies.

"No dire a Tsuna." Reborn adds.

"Yes sir." Hayato raises his head and with that, they travel the long hallway of the Vongola mansion.

I did not think this through. I did not think this through. I did not think this through. Haru tells herself this as she runs in the dark of Italy. She, by accident of course, caught the attention of a few roaming police men. Now there were men in uniform chasing her with flashlights and batons. Huffing, she turned a sharp right around a closed stall.

"Ah!" She trips and rips open her skirt. Darn it! She quickly inspects her skirt and curses that the tear is right in front of her most sacred area on her body. Scowling, Haru shakes her head and gets up. There was no time to waste. She's on the move again. There are voices somewhere behind her but they're sounding farther and farther away than they originally were fifteen minutes ago.

Thrilled, Haru doesn't stop and continues to twist and turn in the empty town. Almost everyone is asleep and home lights are off. Haru is trying hard not to make as much noise as possible and is thankful for Bianchi's lesson on being discreet. They're really coming in handy right now. She mentally gives Bianchi her thanks when a narrow path catches her eye. It's in between two cramped buildings, no doubt filled with sleeping families. It's a low lit path, still shrouded in a dark haze. "I can lose them there, desu." Saying this out loud, Haru quickly makes her way through the narrow path while staying as quiet as a mouse.

The deeper she goes, the darker the path seems to get. Less light starts to get through and it's getting hard to see what is in front of her. This doesn't deter the brunette though. She's more focused on the voices that are more distant than ever. A smile tugs at her lips.

I've lost them. Haru thinks happily and slows down. Her steps are slower and more precise now that she is walking. Looking back, the narrow path is longer than she first thought. A sigh escapes her. "Thank goodness." She breathes in relief. Haru looks around and can't tell where she is. If I keep going further, I should reach some kind of road.

And so she walks.

Luckily, the path opens up to another large plaza bathed in starlight and lamp posts around the area. Ah, I know this place. Haru is back in the plaza where she was at earlier with Hayato and Chrome before she ran off. She frowns at this and places her hands on her hips. I came all the way back? No way. Shaking her head, Haru sighs and looks around.

After fifteen minutes of being chased, she found it hard to believe that she was at the same place she started. This isn't good. She decided.

It was currently past midnight in Italy. Haru had snuck out of the Vongola mansion half an hour ago so she could start searching for Angelo. Though nothing to go on, she was hoping to make it to the last place she saw him and perhaps get some clues there. Unfortunately, she was caught and started being chased. Here she was at the beginning of where she started.

Groaning, Haru decided to call it a night. Perhaps I'll search tomorrow morning. That will be good, there will actually be light and people around so I should have less trouble. This sounded good but Haru knew she would have trouble traveling around a place she was unfamiliar with, especially since no one spoke Japanese. The language barrier was too great since Japanese and Italian didn't sound anything alike. The only other language she had under her belt was English, and at best, there was still her thick accent to get over with.

I'll go back for now. She decided and turned around.

Angelo! A voice within.

Startled, Haru looked down at herself. More specifically, her heart. It started beating fast again and Haru's eyes began to hurt. Oh no, not now. Haru began rubbing her eyes and she slumps to the floor again. She's aware that she's on the floor before world goes black.

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"I'll see you later." Skye bids Angelo a private farewell at the airport. She had already said good bye to her family. Snow had lightly begun to fall and so they're both dressed in long jackets with scarves and gloves. Skye is dressed in a black coat Angelo had bought for her last Christmas. It's nothing special, but she loves it so much. She's thrilled to see Angelo wearing her sloppily hand knit scarf. A blush crosses her cheeks at the realization. "You really like that mangy thing?" She asks with her hands resting on his chest. Angelo's arms are around her waist and he is holding her close to his chest.

He tightens his hold just a bit and nods his head in reply. This makes Skye smile. "I'll be gone for five days." She reminds him. Sighing, Angelo leans in to press a tender kiss on her forehead. Shivering, Skye feels her toes curl as his warm kiss travels all the way through her body. A blush stains her cheek as he lets go.

"I miss you already and you're not even gone yet." Angelo's deep voice is shaking and Skye's heart fills with longing. She presses their foreheads together and breathes in slowly. It's intimate between them. So close and so far away.

"Almost Angelo." She whispers and looks up at him with eyes, hazy and dreamy. She smiles. "Five more days, I promise." Angelo gives her a crooked smile, his dimple deepening.

"I want to kiss you now." He leans in and Skye stops him abruptly.

"A-Angelo! Wait until I come back!" She insists with a laugh and Angelo smirks. He lifts her and twirls her around. Squealing, Skye holds tightly onto his neck. "ANGELO!" She squeals. He gives her a cheeky look. Smacking his arm, Angelo lets her down. "I'm gonna be late for my plane!"

"Can't miss that, can you?" Teasing her, Angelo winks. She rolls her eyes before checking her bag she would bring to the plane.

"I got everything." Smiling, Skye looks to Angelo. "I'll see you soon, okay?" She says and begins to walk away.

"Wait!"

Before Skye can reply, she is spun around and Angelo's lips meet the corner of her lips. Stunned, she doesn't process this even as he pulls away. Angelo is ushering her to leave. What was that? She thinks and gives Angelo a curious gaze. "D-Did you just...?" She starts. He gives her a boyish grin.

"Something to look forward to for when you come back." He tells her. Butterflies erupt in her stomach and her heart is doing flips and cartwheels. It's almost too hard to stand but she manages. Angelo laughs and Skye has no doubt that her face is beyond red. "Come back safely." He calls to her. "When you come back, I have something to tell you too." Angelo smiles softly and Skye is so in tune with her best friend, she can practically hear the words. "So come back, okay?" The bronze skinned girl looks at him shyly.

"O-Okay." And she leaves.

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Haru opens her eyes and is aware that she is in a room that she isn't familiar with. Oh no. That's her first thought before she looks around with her eyes. She doesn't move in fear that someone kidnapped her while she was out. Speaking of being out... That's the first time this has happened to me. Miraculously, Haru has never been captured if she faints from a memory (which doesn't usually happen either).

Feigning sleep, Haru turns to check the room out. It's a small and humble room. Wooden floors covered by a red rug. There's only an old fashioned drawer in the room right next to the bed. There's a skinny lamp inside with the brightness on low. There were two windows, telling Haru it was still dark outside. To her surprise, it's a comfy room. It's warm inside and the bed she's in is stacked with blankets. That is when Haru takes note that the way she is in the bed makes it seem like she wasn't kidnapped. She still had her clothes on her and isn't tied up.

She's quite cozy.

A door opens softly. "Sei sveglio (3)?" A deep voice asks, a bit hesitant. Strangely, it's familiar to her. And familiar is trustworthy.

Haru pretends to just wake up and flutters her eyes open only for them to snap wide awake. There before her with a tray in his hand and a mug in another is an older man. With pale skin and silver, wavy locks. His dark blue eyes are looking at her with warmth. He's dressed in loose dark pants and a silver long sleeved shirt. The teen can feel her heart increase again as a sense of longing comes over her. A blush stains her cheeks and Haru knows these aren't her feelings.

But they're erupting from her and she knows they're genuine.

So genuine it hurts.

The older man smiles and Haru sucks in a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Sei sveglio? Hai appena svegliato, spero che non mi troverai colpevole, ma non è giusto lasciare una bella ragazza sul pavimento." There is care and attention in his voice as he says this. His smile deepens as does the dimple on his face. Haru can feel the tears gather in her eyes.

It's...him. Haru thinks happily. It's Angelo.

Angelo walks over to Haru and places the tray he had on the bed and hands her a mug. Haru's own heart sighs at this, almost in a dreamy way. There's also a faint voice of someone else in her heart once Angelo takes a seat on the side of the bed, a good distance away so he's not too close. Haru can't help feel the tender affection holds once it does so.

Angelo.

(A/N: Lol, Gokudera and the rest aren't doing so well of a job keeping an eye on Haru. OR ARE THEY? I don't know. And I've noticed I didn't put any translation in my last chapter. It's been changed. Last chapter on the seconds author's note holds the translations. Here are the translations for this chapter.

(1) What's his name? Of the man, that you love.

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(2) "...I have something I want you to do."

"What is it?"

"Keep track of every Angelo in this town. Have them followed and anyone one that comes particularly close to Haru..."

"Don't tell Tsuna."

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(3) "You awake?"

"You awake? You just woke up, I hope you don't find me at fault but it's not right to leave a pretty girl on the floor.")