All is well ch3

Disclaimer, I do not own the characters. Like, at all.


Haru sighed as she nursed her third coffee of the morning. The Advil was finally starting to kick in and her hangover was just starting to dissipate. Kyoko, her best friend of more than a decade, had called her up last night crying about her boyfriend, again and of course Haru had to go to the other girl's house with a bottle of wine, and listen to the girl's problems. (It would all be easier if Kyoko just broke up with Mochida. He was a sleaze bag, and Haru was 90% sure he was a closeted gay.) And Kyoko had a bottle already opened and a second beside her. Between the two of them, they polished off all three bottles. Haru was fairing better than Kyoko, but she also had a store to run.

That said, Haru's Fix It was supposed to open at 9 am on Saturday. Haru finally got to her shop around 10 and opened it to see her first customer of the day – a crotchety old woman, complaining about something Haru had no control over. After 30 minutes of listening to her banter about how Haru had made her wait on purpose, and how Haru's store was going to be closed down (Not that she could actually do something like that), the old woman huffed away (without buying anything) and Haru poured her second cup of liquid humanity and grace.

Just… why?

Not ten minutes after the old woman left, an old man came in. Haru tried not to think that he was going to be the same as the woman, but the thought was there. It turned out better than previously feared, however, as he was just looking for some crafts he could do with his 6-year-old grandson later that day.

Haru poured her third cup.

It was almost noon before her next customer, which was fine with her, really, if only that customer wasn't someone from her nightmares of days gone past.

Pitch black hair, pale moonlight skin, sleek gray eyes and a stride that told of the man's confidence in himself; Hibari Kyoya walked in to Haru's Fix It like a man on a mission. The man of grace and danger himself stalked right up to her and handed her a brown paper bag, and said,

"I would like this re-embroidered."

For a whole minute, Haru's brain shut down.

Rebooting in;

3…

2…

1…

"Of course. Let's have a look at it." Haru walked over to the main counter in a trance, pulling out a dark red satin scarf with some exquisite gold embroidery all through out it. Golden birds in flight from one end of the scarf to the other, with the initials H.K. on one end and R.M. on the other. It was done expertly, beautifully, and with a care Haru admired.

Well, she should admire her own work. The only thing was, she didn't do this job for Hibari Kyoya, but instead for a man with blue hair and a creepy smirk.

And she had made three upon request, one dark red with gold thread and birds in flight, one deep blue with silver thread and exploding stars, and one deep purple with snow white thread for the initials and little hearts in pink. The other initials were…

"Hibari Fucking Kyoya?"

Haru snapped to attention and looked to the door, watching as Gokudera Hayato, the horrible man from a few days before, walked in. The young woman got a front row seat in watching the following dispute.


Kyoya had been having a nice day. Really. It was his first week back in his home town, relaxing in the fear that he could seep into the very bones of the people in the street just by walking by them. He looked into the box of his hastily packed belongings and reached in to pull out a scarf Mukuro had given him for their first Christmas together. At the time it was a romantic gesture that Kyoya hadn't known what to do with. He had fallen in love with the man, the only person he had ever had feelings for in his life, and those feelings had only solidified with this scarf.

The "I love you" that had been whispered in his ear later that night, the words that still haunted Kyoya to this day, had made breaking up with the man all the harder. It was just about to get cold in Namimori, snow was normal in the coming months, and he would need a scarf soon. And this one was soft, warm, and the colour of blood. Despite who it came from it was still perfect.

He ran his fingers across the 'R.M.' stitched in and he held back the feelings of utter hate that well up in him. Hate for the man who gave it to him and hate for himself; for not seeing Mukuro's true colours, for not throwing away this reminder of pain, for being unable to throw it away even now, and worst of all, for still loving the man who hurt him so deeply.

Kyoya ripped away from that line of thinking, standing and changing out of his evening yukata and into something he could walk around in. And no, there were no tears in his eyes. Hibari's don't do 'crying'. If he remembered correctly, there was a store that had opened while he was away, one that could change the initials on the scarf to something that was less of a painful reminder, to one that would make it a simple scarf for winter.

With a sigh, Kyoya grabbed the scarf and folded it gently, placed it in a bag and walked out. It was time he learned to move on.

He walked in to Haru's Fix It at precisely 11:53 in the morning and strolled up to the young woman who owned the business. Her name was… Miura Haru, though it took him a second to remember it. She had only joined Namimori high school half way through her first year, right before he had moved for university, so he hadn't had time to get acquainted with her – though he really had no need, as she wasn't a disturbance to the rest of his students.

"I need this re-embroidered." He told her sternly as he put the bag with his scarf in her hands. She just looked at him in awe and fear for a moment before a pleasantly small business smile stretched across her lips. There was still fear in her eyes though. Kyoya couldn't deny that he liked it.

Everyone should fear him.

"Of course," she said, her voice shaking. Kyoya resisted the urge to smirk at her. "Let's have a look at it." As if in a trance, the young herbivore walked over to the main counter and took out the scarf that held all of Kyoya's heart. She looked at it for a minute, confusion crossing her face and she tilted her head and cocked an eyebrow, when suddenly Kyoya heard his name, with a rude word thrown in the middle, and turned to look at the man who had stolen his happiness.

"Gokudera Hayato." He seethed, baring his teeth. "What are you doing here?" The pathetic excuse of a human sneered back at him.

"I'm here to get my suit. What the fuck are you doing here?"

Kyoya growled. "I meant, what are you doing in my Namimori?"

The growl was mimicked for a whole minute, and just as Kyoya was about to reach for his Tonfa, the other man sighed and took a step back, physically forcing himself to calm down. "I was moved here by my company a few weeks ago. If I want my contract to hold, however, I have to stay. I'm sorry, I didn't know this was your home town." He lifted his hands in surrender as he stepped in closer. Gokudera walked toward them, hands still in the air, and came to a sudden halt, eyes blown wide, as he stared at the scarf on the counter. He gulped as he lowered his hands, eyes softening and never leaving the fabric, and he half way reached for it.

"He gave you one too, huh?"

The quiet words felt like a slap to the face.

"You too?" Kyoya hated the slight tremble to his voice, but he couldn't completely stop it. He was sure the young woman behind the counter heard it, it was so loud. Gokudera nodded.

"He gave me a blue one, with silver for my initials. The bastard wasn't just cheating on us, he was getting cheap on the gifts too." There was a tight moment of silence as the two men tried to process this information.

"He gave me mine on our first Christmas together." Kyoya said quietly. "It was the first time he said 'I love you' to me… I can't believe I believed him."

"Me too… I can't believe I stayed with him as long as I did. He gave me mine the Christmas before last."

"Yeah, Cheating bastards are all the same. Haru hopes they all burn in hell." Kyoya blinked up at Gokudera, who blinked back at him, and they turned to the young woman behind the counter they had forgotten was even there. She blinked at them.

"Sorry. Don't mind Haru, she just has the wine hangover of the century. She doesn't even know what she's saying anymore." The young woman stretched out over the counter top, arms forward. After a moment, she looked up at Gokudera. "By the way, I need to re make your pants all together, and to do that, I need to do your measurements. I get the right colour fabric in on… Tuesday I think? So, if you could come back in Wednesday or Thursday, then I should have them all done by the week after next."

"Ugh, seriously?" Gokudera said as he pushed the heels of his palms into his eyes.

"I mean, Haru could take the measurements from your current pants, but then they may not be right." Haru pouted at the tall man, and Kyoya was almost out of patience. He was there to commission something from the same woman fixing a suit for the bastard that stole Mukuro from him.

"No… that's not it." The heathen sighed and looked up at Kyoya a minute and turned away. "I'll come back in on Wednesday." He started toward the door.

"Oh, hey, wait!" the young woman exclaimed, and Kyoya was really close to just grabbing his scarf and walking out, when she continued. "I have a question for you both."

With a cocked eyebrow the menace returned to the counter and Kyoya stifled a sigh.

"Do you guys know who the third scarf went to?"

Kyoya rocked back a step and Gokudera seemed to not understand.

"What third scarf?"

"Well, Haru was commissioned to do three scarves for the man R.M. One was red, one was blue, and the other was purple. The purple one only had his initials, and the letter 'N.' on the other end."

"There was…"

"Someone else…"


The relief Hayato felt wasn't what he was expecting, but it lightened his heart so much. There was someone else… not just Hayato or this other guy, but someone else too. And that knowledge somehow made things better, even though he knew it really shouldn't.

"Someone else…" Hayato whispered, his breathing coming a little quicker. So, it wasn't him – Hayato wasn't the reason the relationship failed. It was all Mukuro! All this time, Hayato had been blaming himself, thinking somewhere deep in his heart, that the failure of this 6-year relationship was his fault, but it wasn't!

"Hi-Hibari-sama?" Hayato looked down at the young and somehow less annoying clerk and followed her line of sight up to the black-haired man. He looked… just so sad. Like the information was the opposite to Hayato's exuberant relief. The man seemed to snap back to attention a moment after his name was called and he scowled deeper than before.

"Never mind." He growled, grabbing his scarf and throwing it in the bag he brought it in. "You." He turned to Hayato with a deep glare and continued. "Do you still have your scarf?"

"Uh, no? I burned it along with a lot of the stuff he gave me." Hayato wasn't sure where this was going, but he had an idea – he could see the pain that Hayato himself had felt for the past month and a half.

"Good idea." The man nodded, as if coming to a decision himself. He grabbed Hayato's hand as he started his way out the door. "You'll help me burn this stupid cloth."

It took a whole minute for Kyoya to really understand that he had technically kidnapped the other man, but he also came to the realization that he didn't care. This man, Gokudera Hayato, seemed to be able to get over the heart ache Kyoya couldn't get past; and maybe, just maybe, Kyoya needed a little help.

And maybe, just maybe, Gokudera Hayato could be that help.


"You'll help me burn this stupid cloth."

The words had repeated in his head over and over as Hayato was dragged, at one point literally, toward an undisclosed location. The silver-haired business man looked around him, trying to place where he was, but this fucking city was a maze, and he knew that if this guy was going to burn him along with the scarf, Hayato may not make it out alive. But then again, Hayato would make sure this guy wouldn't either.

… probably.

(His grip was surprisingly strong, and the man hadn't let go of Hayato's hand in the last 15 minutes. It was… it was really weird.)

His bright green eyes blew wide when they rounded a corner and started toward a house, though the word seemed to do the building a greave injustice. It was a fucking mansion, traditional Japanese style, all one floor, but the compound must have taken most, if not the whole block! And if Hayato was right about where he was, then this mansion was built in the center of the town.

… or was the town built around the mansion?

Given the age the building appeared to be from the outside, it was highly likely.

"Come inside and remove your shoes. We have guest slippers… somewhere… I think."

"You think?"

"I don't have guests over very often."

"From your personality that doesn't surprise me."

Hayato got a sneer and the hand leading him pulled away. Kyoya turned back to the main door and opened it, allowing Hayato to enter first. Hayato was taking his shoes off as instructed (though he honestly had no idea why) when a small, older woman called out to greet them.

"Welcome home, Hibari-sama. Shall I get a pair of slippers for your guest?" Hayato couldn't see the relief in Kyoya's face, but he did catch the small release of tension in the older males' shoulders.

"Yes." He said curtly with a sharp nod. The woman was gone for more than two minutes of awkward silence and came back with… pink… things.

"I'm sorry, sir, these were all I could find." The woman looked saddened and sheepish, and the bunny ears on the pink atrocities flopped over in a pathetic way.

Kyoya couldn't hold back his laugh, though the sound was something of a cross between a chock and a cough.

Gokudera glared at both the man and the slippers. "Can I just go with my socks?"

"Sure." Kyoya said, sparing the man the humiliation. "Shimazaki." He addressed the older woman. "We are going to use the fire pit in the garden. Please prepare a bottle of sake for us." Kyoya glanced over his shoulder at the other man. "Make that two bottles."

"Of course sir." The woman vanished with a practiced ease, taking the pink atrocities with her, and Kyoya started to walk down the opposite hallway. Hayato thought back to the word 'garden' and snagged his shoes, just in case.

They sat in relative silence for nearly 20 minutes, a bottle of sake each. They both drank from the bottle rather than make use of the Sake cups Shimazaki had lay out for them, 'like heathens' Kyoya had joked. Hayato simply didn't care, though he was starting to care that he was here instead of his apartment on his day off, watching the way Kyoya fingered his red scarf.

That being said, Hayato felt he knew all too well what the older man was going through.

"How long were you two together?" Hayato found himself asking as he stared at the fire blazing not three feet from them.

"From the sounds of it, not as long as you two were." Kyoya muttered back. Hayato shrugged and took another swig of his sake.

"Doesn't make it hurt any less." Kyoya nodded slowly, agreeing and allowing Hayato to know the pain he was in, though he suspected Hayato already knew.

"We were together 6 years." Hayato said after another moment of silence, watching Kyoya cringe in the corner of his eye. "I met him when my sister took me out to a dance club. It was my… I wanna say second time? Yeah, my second time out to a club of any kind, and altogether my forth time getting drunk. I was just old enough to drink, and I wanted to enjoy it. I got out to the dance floor and I saw him across the room, and all that cheesy bull shit. We started dancing, he took me back to a hotel and we fucked. I don't think we even said anything more than 'Do you have a condom?'" Hayato paused to laugh at the mixed look of confusion and disgust on the other man's face.

"Any way, that was how we started out. About half a year later I graduated and got myself an apartment near the school, but it was still really early in our relationship, so I didn't out right ask him to move in with me; I just handed him a key and told him to show his face every once in a while. About a year later I did ask him to move in – he already had so much of his shit mixed in with mine, so the move wasn't really hard for him. My name was still on everything, just me and not him, but he was helping with rent and other expenses, so I thought it was all good.

"Then fast track four and a half years later, he brings you into our home, calls you his boyfriend when I had thought we were exclusive, and told me that you were moving in to my place, with us."

They both took another contemplative silence as Shimazaki came back with more sake, taking back the empty bottles without a word to either man.

"I called him a prostitute."

The words were sudden, and it shocked a startled laugh out of Hayato. "What?!"

Kyoya chuckled. "When we met. I called him a prostitute and he propositioned me. I will gladly admit that I like fighting perhaps a bit too much, so when he propositioned me, I pulled out my tonfa and aimed to bash his skull in. The fight was interrupted by my subordinates when they had called an ambulance once the first bit of blood was drawn.

"The second time we met was much like the first, in that we fought, and blood was drawn, but this time it was ended when he called me cute and kissed me out of the blue – so I knocked him out as harshly as I could. In my younger years, had he done that to me, I likely would have disemboweled him on the spot. I only knocked him out as I saw the clean-up and body removal as too much of a hassle, though had I known what I do now, I definitely would have killed him then.

"We met and fought, time and again, until maybe three months later he wasn't fighting at his usual best. I asked him what was wrong and warned him that if he didn't get his act together, I really was going to kill him this time. He looked up at me with the saddest eyes I had ever seen, a truly pathetic look on him, because he was always smiling." He glanced at a riveted Hayato, "You know the smile, like he has something planned out perfectly, and you wont like the end result?"

"Yeah, I fucking hated that smile."

"Yes, he wore that every time we fought, and it just irked me every time I saw it, but not seeing it? It made everything worse somehow. He looked all sad and pensive and I snarled at him until I realized he wasn't going to continue to fight me. I asked him again what was going on and he said that he could fight it anymore. He came close and asked me not to push him away… and he kissed me." Kyoya paused to look down at the scarf in his hand and take a sip of sake with the other.

"At first, I thought it was some weird form of attack, and I pushed against him as hard as I could, but when I finally managed to put some space between us, I saw he… he was crying. He was crying and he asked me to let him kiss me more. He called me by name – and before then it was always 'Skylark'. I should have punched him in the nose. I should have just pushed him away harder and left him… but I kissed him back and he took me to a nearby hotel.

"It was my first-time having sex, and I was thoroughly disturbed by the feeling of it. It both hurt and felt pleasurable, and I didn't like it at all. I didn't know where to put my hands and he was too close, constantly, and I hated every minute of it, even the parts that felt relatively good. I told him of all this and he told me that 'it feels better with practice'… so I left and told him that if he ever came close to me again, if he ever touched me again, I really would kill him, and I would make it the most torturous I was capable.

"I thought I was done with him after that, really I did, but the following three months were hell… I hated myself for how I left him, and I – I missed him. His banter, his wit, his strength, even that infuriating little smile of his." He paused again to pull his legs up onto his seat and brought the scarf to his face to smell the lingering sent of the other man, though Kyoya thought it might have been an illusion, seeing as the man had never actually worn the scarf. "I still miss him, and all of those things about him." He whispered. He seemed to come back to his senses as his eyes snapped back to Hayato sitting beside him – though the silver haired man wasn't actually looking his way.

"But anyway," Kyoya continued, bringing his legs back down to sit properly on the seat again. "I found him after those long three months, walking out of an ally way, away from some woman I hadn't seen before, or since, now that I think of it. I watched him kiss her cheek and wave her goodbye, and for a second, I had thought I was too late. That he was taken, and I couldn't have him. But he called her his sister when I asked about her, and it was all very awkward between us. I eventually broke and told him of the thoughts I was having, of wanting to either punch him in the face, or pull him in close and kiss him… so he laughed at me and kissed me and asked me out on a date afterward. We began a rocky two-year relationship that probably had more fighting and a lot less sex than most other couples, and I thought that that suited us just fine…

"Until the apartment above mine caught fire, and mine got drenched in the ensuing fight against it. So I asked him if I could stay with him for a few days, just until my place was fixed up, and he brought me back to his place, wherein I met you."

They sat and watched the fire for a while longer, taking in each other's stories and letting the alcohol work it's magic on their blood streams.

"I wonder if he ever meant even half the shit he told us about love an' shit." Hayato slurred.

"Probably not… the words were likely a pretty bow on a prettier and so very empty package." Kyoya slurred back, his hands almost numb around the scarf and the bottle.

Hayato nodded. "That's the nicest way of saying 'a nice-looking fuck wad' I have ever heard." He tipped his sake bottle at the other man without looking.

"Thank you." Kyoya tipped his bottle back, and they finished their bottles in silence once more as Kyoya tossed the scarf into the fire before his feet.

"And may I never see him again."

"Amen."


Monday couldn't come fast enough, and came too fast all at once for Hayato, as he was still fighting the last dregs of a hangover from his Saturday afternoon at Hibari Kyoya's place. He was proud of himself though; he didn't sleep with the man, so he was stepping up from acting like a complete slut on that front. He nearly collapsed into his seat at his desk, and lay with his head smushed against the key board for a moment until he heard Yamamoto Takeshi's unrealistically chipper good morning thrown in his direction as the man passed his desk.

"Good morning, Gokudera! Looks like you had a fun weekend, huh?"

Hayato wanted to tell him where he could shove his chipper attitude but settled on a muttered 'Bite me.' The man laughed, and though it sounded almost painfully forced, Hayato couldn't tear himself away from his headache long enough to look up at the man that he still somehow wanted to bed.

It was nearly three hours later when his boss Sawada walked up to his desk and leaned his hip against it. Hayato looked up at the young man, the leader of many with the confidence to prove it and saw his rather sultry smirk.

"Are you taking a lunch break soon, Hayato? Why don't you join me in my office for it?"

It was such a complete 180 from what had happened on Saturday morning that all Hayato could respond with was an eloquent, 'Huh?' But then Sawada slipped him a paper that simply read, 'Play along like you and I are dating and come to my office. We need to talk.'

"Of course, Tsuna… how did you know I was just getting hungry, babe?" he grabbed his lunch as he hit 'save' on his work and stood to join the man already leading him away. Hayato glanced back at Yamamoto and was almost stunned to see the man almost growling at his desk, eyes closed, and mouth screwed up in a snarl. It was not a look he would ever associate with the almost omni-happy man. He felt a pressure on the inside of his elbow and looked down at Sawada, watching as the man placed a finger on his own lips to shush him and nodded back toward his office. Hayato was pulled away from Yamamoto, and he could feel eyes digging into his back as he walked away; or rather that glare was digging into the hold his boss still had on his elbow.

Once they were alone in Sawada's office, the man closed the blinds and sat Hayato down across from his desk.

"So Takeshi came to my place Saturday evening and we had a fight regarding you." Sawada said as he sat down, neatly folding one leg over the other.

"…Ok?"

"He seems to have convinced himself that there is no way he actually has feelings for you now that we have slept together, and I know that that isn't true, just by seeing his reaction to my calling you in here – good idea calling me Babe, by the way, very convincing – and he threw around some names that I won't bother you with that I really don't appreciate. So as his best friend I'm going to get a way for the two of you to be together, but seeing as I'm mad at him, I want to be cruel while I do it. You in?"

Honestly, Hayato probably should have said no, but at that very second, he was far too dumbfounded in that logic to say anything but, "Uhm… alright. What did you have in mind?"


I'mma stop this here. This took way too long to get out, mainly because Kyoya was never meant to show up in this story, and I couldn't get past him. Sorry? R&R?