Sasagawa Kyoko is blind. That was the conclusion that Haru had arrived to, multiple times in fact. To give credit where credit is due, she admits that it's not really Kyoko's fault. It's a combination of over protectiveness from the guys and a natural innocence that makes it hard for her to understand that people could be joined together with blood and vendettas and once-upon-a-times, instead of smiles and gentle words. It's really rather admirable, Haru thinks. The world needs people that think of rainbows and sunshine.
However, she can't really avoid pitying Kyoko. Just a little, of course, and never more then she is jealous of her, they are rivals in love, after all. Even if Kyoko is not aware of the fact. But Kyoko is a flower, and flowers are not made to survive being torn from their roots and shredded across the sky to be a part of raging storms and bloody rains. And even if Kyoko could survive it, she would not be able to stay a flower. Haru can see that. And if Kyoko is not a flower, her place and function in the Famiglia will disappear.
She does not speak of this. Least of all to Kyoko herself, no matter how the jealousy rises bitterly in her throat or venomous words, made all the more cutting by them being the truth, churn in her stomach when Tsuna turns that small, awkward smile of his towards Kyoko, despite all that Haru has done for him.
It takes many an evening for Haru to see that Tsuna, too, is a flower. Oh, not the delicate type that Kyoko represents, but a flower nonetheless. It is then that she finally starts letting go. She has had crushes on them all. The bad boys, the gentlemen, the cool and collected… So she knows better than many that birds of a feather flock together and Haru is not a flower, no matter how much she may want to be. Oh, she pretends. She is good at that, and as she is not an insane fighting machine like Hibari or Yamamoto, it is quite smart of her. But pretending is not the same as being, and Haru knows that too.
So she makes herself useful in quiet ways. She leaves small snacks in training rooms and makes sure there's plenty of water available. She does the laundry and cooks with Kyoko and Bianchi and I-pin. But there are other things she does. She does not stay at the base nearly as much as the rest. There are evenings when she'll wear a suit and slink along the hallways to one of the more obscure entrances and come back some time later looking rumpled and smelling of smoke and gunpowder. She'll head for the coffee machine and wash it before preparing two cups of coffee and by this point Reborn is up and they'll drink coffee in the wee hours of morning while the base is silent. Haru'll slip a piece of paper across the table and rise to take a shower and catch a couple hours of sleep while Reborn finishes his coffee and washes both the cups left on the table.
Haru is not proud of what she does. She knows things now that she does not really want to know about people she has never really known existed. But no matter her faults Miura Haru loves the Famiglia. And if going out in suits and coming back smelling of smoke and gunpowder and keeping her mouth shut about flowers and storms will keep this dysfunctional family of blood and promises and once-upon-a-times together for a while longer, then Haru will do it.
Because Miura Haru is steel and stone and grass, and she has found her place under the Sky known as the Vongola. She knows now that she will never be the Boss's wife but she has realized that it was not Tsuna's love she wanted, it was the freedom that he offered that was so seductive to her. And somehow, that's all right too. The flower named Kyoko does not make her feel sick with jealousy anymore.
Katekyo Hitman Reborn! isn't mine, I'm too poor for that to be the case. As an apology for the delay, have a slightly longer chapter. Remember, reviews keep happy writers happy and co-operative.