Miura Haru was a passionate person. It was plain for anyone with eyes. She loved fiercely and hated venomously. So it did not particularly surprise Bianchi when she came to her, her eyes on fire and demanding to be taught how to handle a gun. And because Reborn hadn't said anything about not training her, Bianchi agreed.
Everybody in the Vongola Famiglia that knew Haru knew that she was a passionate person. But even Bianchi, who spent a surprising amount of time with her and could boast to know her somewhat well, was surprised. The way Haru handled a gun was beautiful. Her hold on the weapon was firm and graceful, her posture sure. But what surprised her –and would surprise her brother- were her eyes. The first time she fired the gun, her eyes gleamed with something savage and primal, something that said it was hungry and smiled with a lot of sharp teeth.
The target had been pierced near the middle. Haru remained in her stance and fired the remaining bullets at the target in a movement that was as violent as it was sensual before she lowered the gun and turned towards Bianchi with the thrill of success gleaming in her eyes.
It was not long before a gun that gleamed suspiciously green found its' way to Haru's possession, and it was even less before she started disappearing for a few hours a day, only to return in a particularly good mood. And if Reborn smiled a little into the cup of coffee she had made for him, it's not like anyone noticed anything out of the usual.
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