Chapter 29: Revelations?

Word Count: 4,617

Author: Yoshi333

Disclaimer: Do not own KHR even though i wish i did.

Warnings: Swearing lots of it and some suggestive themes o and BL.

Pairings: 8059, HaruxOC, slight slight 1859 but only due to Bianchi's inner pervert not actually in the main plot.

A/N: sorry for any errors in this i've finally managed to squeeze out this chapter after so long of having a serious drought seriously hating writers block which luckily seems to have gone for now so anyone that liked my other main fic as well hopefully that will be updated soon! Yes finally getting round to updating and potentially finishing these fanfics and starting some new ones too =D Thankyou to everyone whose read this and will read it and hopefully review, alert or fave it not like i deserve it after so long. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated and feel free to point out any errors i really need a beta none of this has been beta'd. O yeah and this is slightly AU as Haru's school is not all girls in this fic and Kyoko and Haru do not know about the mafia despite having been to the future and back. Thanks Yoshi333 x x x

Rainbow colored eyes opened hesitantly watering slightly at the acrid smell of rotten fish that still lingered in the boys' nose before he passed out. Blinking slowly eyes adjusting to the dimness of the room Yuki suddenly became aware that he was no longer in his room or in his family's mansion for that matter. The woman he had presumed to be in his family's employment sat opposite him, taking a good look at her he realized this woman would never have been hired as a maid by his parents. The woman had calculating and sharp green eyes that were currently boring into his own, her pink glossy hair falling over her shoulders in waves, she sat with relaxed poise her body curving in all the right places. Yes far too attractive, intelligent and manipulative to be hired by his suspicious parents, they liked to employ hideous mindless zombies that could never "tempt him or lead him astray".

"You're Yuki I presume?" the woman asked him, presumably she had been sent to kidnap him by a rival family then, surely not the Vongola though, what possible use could they have for him the boy pondered before answering her.

"Yes that is correct and who might you be or should I just refer to you as my abductress" Yuki spoke with clear distain for the woman and with a little aggravation added into the mix as well, no wonder his parents sent him away he had been fooled by an amateur.

"No you can call me Bianchi and I haven't taken you hostage, if you haven't noticed I have not restrained you in any way, I just have a few questions for you"

The teen look confused for a moment before moving his arms and hands finding them unbound, then further confusion at the reason as to why this was, he looked up at his no longer "captor" asking her through his expression to remedy his confusion.

When she didn't say anything further, Yuki felt as though he needed to prompt her, she was probably using silence as a tactic to get him to engage in the conversation anyway.

"Who do you work for and if you haven't kidnapped me why knock me unconscious?" Yuki asked whilst pinching his nose as the smell resurfaced when the woman called Bianchi pulled out a lunch box which looked like it contained purple sewage. The name Bianchi vaguely ringing a bell in his subconscious yet it didn't give him any answers as to her occupation or to why she would want to question him.

The boy grimaced as she began to peel back the lid of the box revealing what looked like a steaming purple sandwich, the stench was becoming unbearable now tears beginning to prick at the edges of his eyes.

"You fainted when I bought you lunch" the pink haired woman said her voice laced what seemed to be genuine confusion.

Was this woman being serious Yuki thought as he looked at her incredulously still holding his nose tightly, it became apparent to him that she was as she started to reach over in order to hand him the box.

"No it's alright thanks I've already eaten" Yuki insisted as he started to shrink back into the chair he was sitting in to get away from the poisonous dish.

"O, alright then" Bianchi said looking a tad dejected as she placed the lid back on the container before putting it back in the bag she was holding. When the pink haired woman turned around to face him her expression had morphed into a much more serious one from previously being casual.

"Do you like Haru?"

The abruptness of the question took the teen off guard a million questions buzzing in his mind the one that instantly flared to the forefront though …

"What have you done to her?" Yuki practically growled at Bianchi, standing up so forcibly he knocked the chair he'd been sitting on with a loud smack to the floor, despite the clear display of aggression Bianchi didn't even flinch remaining calm in her seat.

"Nothing, but you must be made aware that Haru is a member of the Vongola family, a very valued and much loved member and I also need to inform you that your identity is no secret to us" Bianchi chose her words carefully and remained collected she didn't want to use force after all even speaking to him was a big risk.

The shock was a clearly written all over the boys pale features, Haru was a member of the …Vongola that would explain the presence of the guardians in the cinema, they've known all along, panic began to spread thought the teens body, willing him to run from this situation.

"It's alright we don't intend to do anything to you, the Vongola may not be allies with your family but we're hardly enemies either"

Yuki knew this was strictly true however his father had long since had a grudge against the most powerful mafia family in Italy as he was the youngest of his siblings he was not privy to the details of the dispute though. If his father ever knew he was dating a member he'd either disown him or attempt to use Haru to his advantage through some sort of infiltration mission.

"Haru doesn't know any of this Yuki, don't tell her"

Yuki looked at her incredulously "How can she be a member of a mafia family and not know she is one"

"It's a complicated situation and one which I can't divulge" the pink haired woman stated as she stood up and turned to leave before turning back to face him briefly, "Just don't hurt her Yuki" emerald eyes bore into his as she relayed her threat.

Even after the female Mafioso had left the teen stood there shaking slightly in the dim light a single name on his lips and on his mind, he wanted to see her, needed to.

"Haru"


"Hayato, calm down" Bianchi tried once again sometimes her brother was just impossible.

"Calm down CALM DOWN, whilst the Tenth was being attacked I was fucking… FUCKING" Gokudera yelled in frustration slamming his fists against the counter in his kitchen. Just as Bianchi or Yamamoto were about to cut in the smoking bomb made it clear he was not finished with his rant just yet. "AND that fucking bastard prefect was the one who got to beat the shit out of those bastards, WHAT THE FUCK WHY WAS HE EVEN THERE" the question went unanswered as the silver-head continued on. "I am never doing THAT again ever" he turned to Yamamoto eyes in slits "We ARE NEVER doing that again".

"The tenth comes first" the storm guardian finished off, slumping into his leather couch head in his hands.

"You haven't asked any of the right questions Hayato" Bianchi said without a hint of amusement even though she was secretly amused by his revealing rant.

Gokudera looked up at her through his bangs questioningly.

"Where's Tsuna and do we know who threatened him?" Yamamoto offered avoiding both Bianchi's and Gokudera's eyes in an attempt to conceal the hurt within them. The rain guardian knew Gokudera had only said half of those things because he was emotional and it was spur of the moment but one thing the bomber had said struck him 'the tenth always comes first' he knew Gokudera didn't remotely consider the brunette boy in a romantic way but... Could he really live like that …always second, his dad had always told him never to settle for second best that you always deserved first but he was sure that he would do anything for the other boy.

Bianchi looked over at the baseball star noting the others change in mood; her brother could be so insensitive sometimes.

"Tsuna's back at his home and we have some idea however an investigation is still going on so it's best we wait for now" Bianchi told the two guardians carefully.

"WAIT, how the fuck can we wait, what wait for some bastard to attack the tenth, I can't just sit here and wa…" Gokudera cut himself off as his stomach began clenching painfully, doubling over before everything went black and he crumpled back into the couch.

The pink haired woman sighed as she placed the goggles back on her face, maybe she went a bit too far but he really did need to calm down before he gave himself stomach ulcers from the stress. Of course Bianchi didn't consider the possibility that her cooking or the constant cramps her face gave him would cause him stomach ulcers but that's beside the point.

Yamamoto noticing the bomber had ceased speaking made his way over to the couch to investigate the other boys' condition, of course still oblivious to the fact that seeing his sisters' face caused such a terrible reaction in the storm guardian. Gokudera was curled up on the couch hands desperately clutching at his middle with a deep crimson blush spreading over his pale features.

Yamamoto being the ever caring friend/boyfriend that he was almost went into 'mother hen mode' as Bianchi would later describe it, speeding into action. The pink haired woman briefly followed the teen with her eyes before deciding she could leave her brother to him and began making her way out of the cramped apartment.

Gokudera groaned as he slowly began to regain his senses, feeling something damp and cool being pressed to his forehead and a hand soothingly rubbing his palm, it all felt far too familiar…'That Bitch'.

Eyelids slowly forcing themselves to open, Gokudera looked up at his 'nurse' and again a certain déjà vu moment seemed to occur. Seriously he didn't want to rely on other people to look after him especially the baseball idiot; he wasn't going to be some pansy ass girl who depended on her loving 'heroic' boyfriend.

"Gokudera you're awake" the sentence seemed off to Gokudera, hadn't Yamamoto started calling him by his first name, even though the bomber didn't approve something clenched tightly in his gut and he knew it wasn't seeing his sisters face that caused it. The storm guardian attempted to be discreet trying to see through his bangs Yamamoto's expression and what he saw made that uncomfortable feeling settling in his stomach increase ten-fold making him unconsciously touch his abdomen.

"Are you alright Gokudera?"

Snapping his head to look up at the other boy the silver-head noticed that he could no longer see the others face as he was turned away wringing out the cloth previously wiping at Gokudera's fevered forehead.

Deciding to ignore the question and the uneasiness making its way into his gut the storm guardian lifted himself up from the couch and made his way over to the front door of his apartment only one destination in mind.

"Are you going to Tsuna's?" Yamamoto asked but it came out as more of a demand, brown orbs glaring into the bowl of warm water in front of him showing him his own bitter expression.

Gokudera stopped mid step, the tone of the question was almost accusatory and definitely lacked Yamamoto's normally upbeat and enthusiastic attitude. Anger began flaring up in the bomber, 'none questioned anything concerning the tenth especially his loyalty to the tenth not even Yamamoto', minutes ticked by before either of them made a sound.

The slamming of a door reaching Yamamoto's ears informed him of his "boyfriends" rather angry departure from the apartment. Yamamoto hadn't intended for the question to come out the way it did but it did convey his very frustrated emotions, not that the silver-head would actually receive the intended meaning due to the bombers slightly messed up logic when it came to social situations and communication. Dropping the wash cloth into the now cold water splashing a few droplets into his lap, Yamamoto felt all the progress he'd made with the other boy over the past few weeks and months slowly crumble away.


Haru stared dejectedly at her pink phone that hadn't vibrated as of yet, signaling she hadn't received a reply to one of her many sent messages and voice mails. The brunette had a distinctly unpleasant feeling settling in the pit of her stomach, the feeling she got whenever someone was keeping something from her, she'd felt it many times before when concerning a certain other brunette by the name of Tsuna but it felt much worse this time around.

"Yuki" Haru sighed as she whispered his name under her breath.

There was something strange going on behind her back again and just like last time she doubted she was going to get any answers out of anyone, did they not trust her, she wondered this often enough. Tsuna had once told her it was for her own protection but the girl couldn't help but think this was flawed logic after all Kyoko and herself were still part of the situation despite not understanding it; surely they could get hurt by not being fully aware.

A soft buzzing sound disturbed the brunette from her thoughts, 'what is that?' realizing it was her phone she launched herself across the bed to grab it, flipping it open as soon as her fingers touched the cheap plastic case.

"Yuki!" Haru practically yelled down the phone.

"Haru, its Bianchi"

Disappointment washed over the love-struck teen not that she wasn't happy about hearing from her friend but at that moment only one person would put her mind at ease.

"Sorry Bianchi, its nice hearing from you, is there something you need?"

Despite her attempt at keeping the depression she felt from her voice, Bianchi easily picked up on it, the pink haired woman regretted Haru's misfortune it always seemed that she was the one getting hurt.

"Are you alright Haru? I was wondering if you wanted to help babysit the kids with me."

Ignoring Bianchi's first question Haru considered her offer before coming to the conclusion that the children might take her mind off things if only for a few hours.

"Sure, shall I come over to Tsuna's?"

"Actually I was thinking of taking them out to the park today, it's been a while since they've been out of the house"

"That sounds like a great idea I'll see you soon"


Gokudera was furious; as he made his way towards the tenths house everyone avoided him fearing the immense killing aura surrounding him. 'How dare Yamamoto accuse him of…. he didn't even know what Yamamoto was accusing him of' the silver head momentarily stopped in the middle of the street thinking over the conversation he'd had with the other boy just a few minutes earlier.

Failing to come up with any explanation for the baseball stars behavior began frustrating the ¾ Italian as he began making his way to the tenths house at a more accelerated pace, completely ignoring his surroundings causing him to crash into someone.

"Oi watch where you're going you fucking moron" Gokudera yelled at the other teen sprawled out in front of his feet.

Looking down at the other boy something sparked in the storm guardians' memory, as if he should recognize the clumsy idiot that knocked into him because it obviously wasn't him that charged and knocked over the other boy.

'Sandy hair', 'bluey green eyes', 'slightly foreign looking face' who was he Gokudera pondered unaware that he was currently staring rather menacingly at the slightly panicking teen.

"Sorry about crashing into you, I'm in a hurry see you" the teen yelled out as he attempted to scramble to hit feet before rushing past the storm.

Unfortunately for the distressed teen Gokudera had managed to latch onto his wrist as he ran past him dragging him back towards the silver haired boy.

"You're Yuki aren't you?"

The captured teen bristled hearing his name coming from the Vongola guardians lips before attempting to wrench his wrist from the others grip without success.

"Oi what the fuck do you think you're doing" Gokudera yelled at the other teen quickly losing his temper as the other boy continued to squirm in his grasp. Yuki finally managed to tug his wrist from Gokudera's hold tripping back of a few steps on his own feet composing himself at the last second avoiding another trip on his ass. Looking around desperately for an escape route the cornered teen wanted to put as much distance between himself and the temperamental storm in front of him who currently was eyeing him with some disdain.

"Excuse me but I have to go and see someone" Yuki told the other teen defensively as he straightened up to attempt his escape yet again.

"Wait a sec are you going to see Haru?" Gokudera asked trying to be as polite as possible which he was finding considerably difficult due to the fact the other boy was determined to get away from him without answering any questions.

"N..n…no" Yuki stammered eyes darting towards the pavement.

"It's obvious you are" Gokudera stated looking at the other boy from the side, why was he acting so suspicious there wasn't anything wrong with him seeing Haru was there, there was something definitely not right. The silver haired Italian turned back to the other boy to try and squeeze some answers out of him when he noticed his eyes they were changing color, the blues, greens and hazel tones all mixing together almost swirling, Gokudera couldn't help but stare into the other males eyes completely forgetting his wariness of the other boy and at the same time the resentment he had felt towards Yamamoto about 20 minutes prior.

It felt as though all the negative emotions that he possessed were being soothed out just by staring at the others eyes, Gokudera could feel it happening but could do nothing to stop it. Once the silver haired teen was calm the colors stopped and Yuki's irises returned to their normal mix. Neither of them understood what had just occurred, the storm guardian suddenly confused as to why he'd stormed out of his apartment and deciding to head back completely ignoring the other boy watching him intently.


Gokudera arrived back at his apartment around 10 minutes after his encounter with Yuki. As the door snapped shut behind him the noise seeming to pull him to his senses, green eyes blinking rapidly as if trying to compute everything that had occurred over the past half an hour.

"What the fuck" the bomber shouted to his now apparently empty apartment after piecing everything together, he felt duped by the teen he'd met on the street and it irritated him. How had the sandy haired boy managed to get the silverette to forget everything and turn around back to his apartment with absolutely no protest, it was a near impossible feat when it didn't involve the tenth Vongola boss or possibly Yamamoto.

"O Gokudera you're back already" Yamamoto said mildly surprised by the other boy's presence as he came out of bathroom after emptying the bowel he'd been using to hold the warm water earlier.

Remembering their unspoken argument before he left the bomber felt slightly guilty that heavy feeling in his stomach from earlier returning, he'd said some extremely hurtful things as Ryohei would have put it.

"Listen Takeshi…"

The baseball star looked up at the use of his first name clearly the other teen had something serious to say to him, usually he would have loved the sound of his name coming from Gokudera's lips but he couldn't bring himself to grin this time.

"I'm sorry for all those things I said earlier I didn't think I never do, do i?"

"I'm not your number one am I and I never will be?

The question took the shorter teen off guard; everything came together at that moment, what this was all about.

"The tenth has to come first"

Yamamoto sighed looking away already knowing that would be the others answer.

"But you've also somehow became my number one, Idiot"

When Yamamoto looked up thoroughly shocked Gokudera was looking at his shoes in embarrassment the pink flush on his cheeks becoming more prominent every second the black haired teen stared. Unable to keep the grin from his face the taller boy practically pounced on the blushing teen, hugging him tightly to his chest.

"I love you Hayato"

"I love you too idio..Takeshi"


Returning home Haru felt like some of the depression that had settled over her after Yuki's sudden departure had dissipated. Spending the day with Bianchi and the kids had been a wonderful distraction. The kids, Lambo in particular had been a nightmare but the brunette girl had preferred it that way not allowing her mind to wander onto other things.

Now she'd retuned home she would need another distraction before she was tired enough to settle down for bed. Maybe jot down a few more idea's for some fanfics anything to keep her mind of a certain someone.

Settling down onto her bed Haru flipped open her laptop currently situated on her lap, as soon as the screen light flared up she heard a bleep.

A message.

RebornsLover:

Hey, I just thought I'd send you some of my ideas for some fanfics see what you think and get back to me.

Thanks RebornsLover.

Sent today at [5.55]

Scanning over the email Haru noticed there was an attachment, downloading; saving it and then opening it up she realized Bianchi had been doing quite a lot of work.

1. Gokudera Hayato had smoked since he was around ten years old and continued to do so even after meeting his beloved boss Sawada Tsunayoshi. The brunette had asked him many times if he could maybe just maybe consider cutting down, that perhaps the silver haired boy as he was at the time could try quitting just for a week or so, or when they got older suggested attempting to use nicotine patches as a replacement.

The storm guardian of the Vongola could not abide by any of these suggestions made by his boss because he was addicted, addicted to the feeling of cold steel scraping his cheek bone swiping the slowly diminishing cigarette bud from between his lips. Addicted to the sound of a shoe stamping the dying embers into non-existence on the pavement. Addicted to the familiar "I'll bite you to death" before the inevitable pressure on his neck cutting off his air supply.

Gokudera Hayato was addicted to his punishment thereafter. Canines latching onto a pale neck puncturing the skin a small trickle of blood sliding between parted lips. A pink tongue collecting up the red liquid before moving up to an open pliant mouth allowing the blood to flow between their tongues, teeth and lips.

Haru felt a frown forming on her features, Bianchi's writing confused her, what was this about the Vongola and guardians and Tsuna being Gokudera's boss. Shrugging her shoulders Haru continued reading the other suggestions, maybe Bianchi was putting Gokudera and she presumed Hibari into some sort of role play. The brunette didn't really want to consider Bianchi's first fanfic as she almost felt like she'd be betraying Yamamoto by writing it and it was also quite disturbing that Bianchi was writing fanfics involving her brother in some sort of sexual situation which almost made the silver haired boy seem like a masochist.

2. The familiar purple smoke spread throughout Tsuna's bedroom, everyone present knew what this meant and were sat waiting in anticipation but what emerged from the smoke was not what any one of them was expecting.

"HIEEEE Gokudera-kun"

A silver haired woman wearing a midnight blue dress with a slit up to mid-thigh showing a generous amount of cleavage due to the low cut design of the dress was stood in the center of the teens bedroom.

The woman looked shocked green eyes scanning over the group of people surrounding her in a semi-circle, a furious blush beginning to flourish over her pale cheeks and cutely over the bridge of her petite nose.

"Hahaha Gokudera looks pretty in a dress" Yamamoto said as he entered into the room after returning from the toilet.

"Yamamoto!" Tsuna was looking nervously at the woman that had appeared from the purple smoke, she did look a lot like Gokudera but she had …breasts and had long hair well Squalo had long hair but men didn't have breasts.

Sensing a chance to escape the silver-ette dashed in her heels towards the open door where Yamamoto was still standing. The black haired teen found himself being dragged out of the doorway and back into the toilet down the hall in a matter of seconds before finding himself pressed against the much more voluptuous chest of a flustered Gokudera.

Unfortunately because of how cramped the space was and the rush to get into the room the black haired teen found his hands on the apparently female Gokudera's chest, unable to resist an experimental squeeze.

"These feel real Gokudera haha" Yamamoto said in his normal upbeat tone thoroughly embarrassing the silver head.

"They're not real idiot now get off" Gokudera ordered the younger male in a slightly softer voice that obviously didn't suit him, trying to shove the black haired teen off but only managing to push them closer.

At this range the rain guardian suddenly took in Gokudera's full appearance despite the obvious differences in his appearance the boy also noticed that the other males hair was slightly tousled, the lipstick the older man was wearing was smeared suspiciously around his lips and one of the straps of his dress was slid down his pale shoulder revealing a purplish dark bruise marring the creamy skin.

Noticing all these things produced an unfamiliar feeling in the black haired teen, Jealousy.

Now Bianchi was writing her brother as a cross dresser, these fics were just getting weirder and weirder, the mention of purple smoke did remind her of the events when they supposedly went to the future where when given the opportunity Tsuna didn't tell Kyoko and her what was going on, it was extremely frustrating that they were stuck in such a dangerous situation which they knew nothing now for the last one, the last fic only seemed to have a title and a concept.

Scanning over the small paragraph the brunette managed to pick up that it was called Adoption papers and that the concept was based around nana Sawada and the babies and involved a social worker. It seemed a little bit strange not something she would normally write but it could work she decided. Haru was slightly confused as to why Bianchi had sent her so many fics that didn't revolve around Yamamoto and Gokudera as that was what Haru's community was based on but decided it didn't really matter too much especially compared to the other oddities concerning the fics.

A small knock on her door pulled Haru away from her reading, getting up from her bed she headed downstairs wondering who could be calling this late how rude of them she thought to herself as she opened the door.

"Haru".