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, Tsuna/Hana, Kyoko/Hana
Warnings: Alternate Universe where people bear soul-identifying marks; yaoi AKA boy x boy in the future; All27; drabble series
AN: Eri has prom tomorrow, so I, the great Choco, made this chapter for ya'll.
CHAPTER 8
Nana's point of view.
When Nana had met Iemitsu, she'd been nineteen-years old and had been helping her family's business by delivering some orders that yet to be delivered. She'd accidentally run into Iemitsu on a sharp turn, and had managed to knock both of them to the ground. She'd taken one look at his crisp and wrinkle-free black suit, and had immediately assumed him to be a strict and none too easily forgiving man.
She hadn't expected to meet her soulmate that day, much less expect such a handsome man in a suit to call her—plain old jane Nana who didn't have any special talent to back her up and encourage her parents to send her to college—the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
Suffice to say, on that day, it'd been the first time she'd turned so red, and she would be lying if she'd denied having been smitten by him the moment she'd seen how kind he was to her when he'd offered to help her deliver the things she needed to deliver, as well as introduce himself to her family that day. A man who'd worked up the courage to face their soulmate's parents, as well as offer to help deliver more than ten packages that were more than three kilometers apart in addresses, must have been some kind of man—and Nana can't help but think how lucky she'd been to have Iemitsu as her soulmate.
And when he'd shown her a ring—white gold in band, with a pearl in the middle, and three smaller gems of aquamarine on either side. Their birthstones planted on a simple band, just as Nana had always liked her jewelry—two years after they'd met, Nana would never ever regret saying yes and wrapping her arms around his neck to give him a passionate kiss filled with every ounce of her happiness and love for him.
Nana still doesn't regret every saying yes and eventually marrying the man. Iemitsu had given her a lot of happy memories, so what if he was off working abroad right now? Nana had absolute faith that her husband wouldn't do anything adulterous behind her back—not when she could hear the longing in his voice whenever he'd call her on the phone, see the love in his eyes after he'd come home, and feel his limitless love for her when he'd hold her tenderly in his arms before he'd leave, as if he never wanted to let her go.
So how could she ever leave a man—much less her soulmate—when he treated her so right? No. Nana could endure thousands of years of waiting for him in an empty house with only her and her shy son—a reminder of the love they'd shared with one another—if it meant having him come home one day, with that look in his eyes, her lithe frame in his arms, and him whispering so longingly into her ear.
So when her shy son had exuberantly told her that he'd not only made two friends at school, but had also found his soulmate at the age of six—when it'd taken her thirteen more years longer than he had—she's shocked by that news. It didn't take her too long to recompose herself, because she remembered that her son didn't have one, but twenty six soulmates scattered around the globe, so it wouldn't really be all that surprising if he'd met at least one of them at a early age.
Nana looks down at her son, and sees the joy lighting up his big brown eyes, and wonders when has she ever seen him look so happy after coming home from school?
Never.
She manages to muster up a bright and happy smile—because she truly is happy. Happy for her son, and for the joy he must be feeling, because what mother doesn't feel happy when their own child is happy themselves?—before she inquires about who his new friends are.
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