Are You The One?

Written by: CherryDrug

Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn doesn't belong to us. If it did, we would have shipped anybody with everybody, and the series wouldn't be as dead as it was now. Thank freaking sprite for fan fiction having not died yet.

Rating: T-rated, 'cause we're still a bunch of pussies who can't put on their big girl panties and publish a smutty chapter

Genre: *slaps every genre here*

Characters: Everybody. Duh

Summary: It has been said long ago that actions speak louder than words ever could; however, when you live in a world where the first thing your soulmate says to you is etched upon your skin—well, suffice to say, actions don't even hold a candle to how important words can be.

Pairing(s) (for this chapter): Tsuna/Kyoko and Hana/Kyoko

Warnings: Alternate Universe where people bear soul-identifying marks; yaoi AKA boy x boy in the future; All27; drabble series


CHAPTER 5

Hana and Kyoko show Tsuna their marks.


It's really unsurprising when Tsuna accepts her offer to show him her soulmarks, because one, he gets to see his words on someone else's skin for the first time, and two, it's because it's Kyoko, his kind and and very pretty soulmate that he's barely known for two hours.

He watches as Kyoko bundles up the ends of her blouse and lifts it up to reveal her stomach, where bright orange words start from the right side of her belly button, encircling around hips, then ending at the left side of her belly button. It looks kind of like an elaborate belt made out of words that are neither elegant nor plain in handwriting.

"This is yours, Tsuna-kun!" Kyoko says with a smile, though this one looks much more humble and shy.

"Mine?" He says aloud, in awe of the simple words written on her ivory-colored skin. "C-Can I?" He hesitantly asks with a hand hovering over her stomach, just an inch from actually making skin contact.

"Of course you can," Kyoko encourages. "Those are your words, Tsuna-kun. You get to touch them."

He doesn't hesitate after what Kyoko had said. With a gentle touch, Tsuna traces his words, the You're really pretty on Kyoko's stomach is, indeed, very pretty, and Tsuna can't help but be starstruck by those three, simple words that mean so much to him. Tsuna can't helpt but notice that as his fingers glide over the words, he can feel something hot and warm ignite from underneath his touch.

For a moment, his doe brown eyes gleam a radioactive orange in reply to the bright orange words on his soulmate's skin.

Then, the perfect moment is ruined when Kyoko pulls away from his touch, and Tsuna snaps his head upward, a fearful expression passing over his features because he'd thought that he'd done something wrong to make the girl look so uncomfortable with bright red cheeks.

"Ehe, sorry, Tsuna-kun," Kyoko apologizes to him with a sheepish smile. "It's just that I'm very ticklish there, ehe," she admits, letting go of the ends of her blouse and let it cover her stomach—and his words—once again.

Tsuna's shoulders slump in relief; for a moment there, he'd thought that he'd done something wrong. Thank goodness it was just because she'd been ticklish there, and not because she was creeped out by his touch.

Kyoko gives him a much brighter smile, before her gaze turns to Hana. "Can I show him?" She asks her best friend, her yellow eyes widening a little bit to emphasize its radiance. "I got to see two of his. It's only fair that I show another," Kyoko pleads, her hands clasped over her chest, and her bottom lip jutting out with a slight wobble.

Hana's intense stare on her best friend doesn't waver one bit; after a very long moment, she finally concedes and replies with a casual, "Do whatever you want."

Kyoko's smile practically imitates the sun, what with how radiant and eye-blinding it is. "Thanks!" She chirps, before turning back to Tsuna, who's been watching the exchange with confusion. "I want to show you Hana-chan's words," she informs him, and Tsuna's eyes widen in shock.

"E-EH?" Tsuna exclaims. "W-Wha—K-Kyoko-chan, y-you d-don't have to do t-that," Tsuna tries to change the girl's mind, because he doesn't think that Hana is all the pleased with her words being shown to someone she'd just met not too long ago, especially someone that isn't her soulmate. "R-Really, you don't." Even though he really wants to see it, Tsuna's mother had raised him to be a good and polite boy.

Kyoko hesitates then, but a glint appears in her eyes and she's determined to at least show Hana's mark on her. "No, it's fine, Tsuna-kun. Hana-chan and I don't really mind, right, Hana-chan?"

Hana merely huffs out a, "I do, actually. But like I said, do whatever you want."

Tsuna opens his mouth to protest again, but his jaw just slackens when he sees Kyoko rolling down her knee-length socks, and in turn revealing the words imprinted upon the inner side of her left leg. Tsuna can barely read the words, but he manages to when Kyoko urges him to get down on his knees and read them.

Hana's words on Kyoko cannot be described as cute or lovely, as his words are, because her words look elegant and mature in all their brilliant silver coloring and dark green outline. I don't play with kids, are what the words spell out, and Tsuna can't help but feel it's as if these words are an exact depiction of what Kurokawa Hana's personality is like.

"We met a year ago," Kyoko started. "It was a week after school began, and I noticed Hana-chan in a corner, reading a book, and with no one else around her. So I went up to her and asked her why wasn't she playing with the other kids, and she told me these words," she explained.

Tsuna nodded, still in awe of seeing another soulmark that wasn't his nor belonged to him.

Kyoko turned to Hana, and gave her a look—one that was imploring and pleading at the same time; in turn making the black-haired girl sigh and roll up the sleeves of her grey blouse up to her elbow, and Tsuna sees the words sprawled neatly against her skin.

It's hard to miss it, to be honest. The lilac colored Aren't you lonely? with gold emblazoning it around the edges wrap around the entirety of Hana's lower arm in big letters that are femininely curly.

Tsuna can't help but feel entranced by how beautiful their words are, and he can't help but feel a dark and heavy feeling settle within his gut once he remembered the all too kind words emblazoned upon his back, a haunting reminder of who he really is right now: a freak.

"They're pretty," is all Tsuna can breathe out with an airy smile on his lips.

And they are. Much prettier than certain words on his back, that is.


Word Count: 1260 words