Gokudera Hayato and Miura Haru, most of the time, get along like a house on fire. Complete with explosions. It's not very surprising, considering how many similarities they share.
What is surprising –enough so to completely stun the Family around them- is how far they're able to take their arguments. While they may start off with insults that call into question the others' intelligence, sexual performance, their parents' species and their possible future progeny, it's always a little unnerving to see them turn all that fury into ripping the others clothing off and using all that energy in other, rather more pleasurable pursuits, that usually end with a couple minutes of silence before the insults and screaming-matches start again, this time even more vigorously. There has long been a special clause in the contract of every worker at the mansion that the Famiglia will provide a limitless amount of earplugs.
Pretty much the only ones that actually understand the full dynamics of their relationship are Haru and Hayato themselves.
But the Famiglia is nothing if not adaptable, and soon enough, the daily arguments and fights are commonplace and no-one pays them any mind, other than to vacate the premises at the slightest sign of a fight breaking out between them. Even Ryohei and Lambo have learnt that lesson. They're notorious for dragging others into their arguments and –after one occasion that still makes the rest of the Famiglia chuckle when they think of it- making even Hibari and Mukuro beat a very hasty retreat when they start going at it.
One would think that nothing they did could surprise the others anymore. Certainly not after that one episode where they'd been making sandwiches and started arguing about the fillings, which, of course, turned the kitchen into a veritable warzone and displayed Haru's frightening proficiency with various cooking utensils thoroughly –though not on the level of Bianchi, she was still not someone you wanted to cross in the kitchen.
Or the time when they were supposed to be negotiating a deal with the Russians and ended up blowing the whole hotel sky-high and driving to the sunset on a stolen car. Though, if only for the sake of honesty, the Russians never did try anything funny against the Vongola after that.
So when the normally noisy Guardians and the Decimo go completely silent and the shock creeps through the halls like a living thing, the servants' first reaction is to duck. When nothing happens, they cautiously emerge from their hiding places and get back to work, all the while shooting puzzled glances at each other and whispering furiously in small groups.
What actually happened is a little anti-climatic, to tell the truth. The others had been looking for Haru and Gokudera and Ryohei had slammed the door to one of the small sitting rooms open while searching. The silence following the opening of the door had lead the other members of the family to the sight.
Haru and Gokudera were sitting side by side on a loveseat, Gokudera's arms around Haru and Haru's legs in his lap, both of their eyes closed. The whole room seemed fairly bathed in serenity, the soft sunlight streaming from the windows painting the room in warm shades of gold, Gokudera's even breathing ruffling Haru's hair and her head resting on Gokudera's chest.
There wasn't really anything that shocking about it, everyone was aware that they must've had some peaceful times in their otherwise turbulent relationship, but… They had never seen either Haru or Gokudera quite so relaxed.
Once they managed to close their mouths, they shut the doors behind them, very careful not to make any noise, and spread out, all more than a little dazed. The house was unnervingly quiet for the next few hours.
In the little sitting room with large windows, where the sunlight colors everything gold, impish teal and chocolate eyes open, meet and the room fills with muffled giggles.
Because I was apparently unclear about this –sorry, everyone, all the little drabbles-or at least most of them - posted under "Silent stories" are actually meant as individualistic pieces with no relation to each other. Mostly because I suck at writing within any sort of timeline. So all these pieces are not, as a matter of fact, meant to be a single story, but rather bits and pieces about moments in different universes and times. Rant out.
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