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): N/A

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

AN: Choco here, once again. I'm kinda frustrated over the fact that none of Tsuna's guardians—much less a shippable male for our tuna-fishy—hasn't appeared yet; but hey, Eri and I decided that Tsu-kun would need some support before he's enveloped into the craziness that is yaoi.

Btw, Eri here. Just a heads up for you people who like reading AU's like this. Go to archive of our own, it's fucking amazing.


CHAPTER 13

Haru isn't the optimistic girl that we all know. She's not that.


Haru doesn't believe in love.

Haru may be a six year old girl, but she knows things that no ordinary six year old girl should. She gets bit and snippets of memories of a life that she'd once had, when she'd been younger and less aware of how cruel and horrible the world could be.

Miura Haru hadn't always been a Miura. Once, when she'd just been born, when her biological mother and that man (he's not her biological father, nor has he ever really felt like a real or true father to her, so why even bother calling him her dad?) were still alive, Haru had once been a Koizumi, with hair as brown as her mother's and dark brown eyes that neither her mother or that man or any of their relatives possessed. All of them had come from a line of families with either green or blue eyes, so a baby with dark brown eyes was sure to bring up some suspicion.

Haru knows that she's a child born out of wed-lock, and she's not proud of that either.

But Haru doesn't know that she's a love child until after her mother's dead and gone.

Haru remembers that man's cruel words to her, his heavy and merciless blows on her tiny body, and the tight grip that he'd have, his fingers curling into her hair, as he'd pull her around the house. All the while, her mother would watch and beg the man to stop, but never once laying a firm hand on his arm to stop him from hurting her.

Haru loves her mother—really, she does. Her mother had been nothing kind and gentle with her; hugging her firmly to her chest as Haru cried, whispering sweet things to her, telling her that it wasn't Haru's fault and that she's so, so sorry for everything, and even going so far as to sing lullabies to her until Haru had slipped off into sleep.

But never once, has Haru ever seen her mother try to physically stop that man from hurting her.

Haru knows that her mother loves her—very, very much—but she also knows that the man that her mother had married hated her entire existence.

At first, Haru didn't know why. At first, Haru had thought that she was that man's daughter, so what reason did he have as her father to hurt her?

It only took a simple car accident for her questions to be answered.

Haru had cried, of course. Tears of sorrow for her mother, because the only person who'd loved and who she loved back was gone forever. But the tears that Haru cried for that man were of relief, because she'd finally been rid of him.

No more trying to impress him so that he'd pat her head. No more nights with her entire body sore and full of bruises. No more days of having to wait in fear for him to hurt her in any way that he can.

Haru had thought, as she waited in the police station, with her short legs dangling over the edges of a chair too high for her short stature, that one of her mother's relatives would come and get her.

But no. Her expectations hadn't been fulfilled; because instead of one of her mother's relative, a tall yet slightly robust man with black hair and glasses over his eyes had come to pick her up. He introduced himself as Miura Hisashi, a close friend of her mother, as well as her mother's only soulmate, and her biological father to boot.

Haru decides that she doesn't like Hisashi one bit the moment he tells her he's her real father.

Haru doesn't respond to him at first—too shocked to even breathe—but that's what happens when you suddenly shove a shit-load of news that a five year child should never hear. She doesn't hesitate in calling him a liar—because that can't be true. That man was her mother's soulmate, so Miura Hisashi can only be lying, right?!

She'd been crying and screaming that he's a liar the entire time as he drove the two of them back to his house—because as her voice gets louder and louder, the pieces slowly fit into place. Haru never knew the reason for why her mother had always covered that one soulmark on her wrist with a thick black band, neither did Haru knew the reason for why that man had a greyed soulmark—his only one, as her mother had once told her, now that Haru remembers that one particular conversation that had left her confused for a few days—on the palm of his right hand if her mother was his soulmate.

Greyed soulmarks were a sign that the person who owned those words were dead.

It makes sense now, Haru thinks about it as Hisashi stops the car in front of a cozy looking house that looks so different from the rundown apartment that she'd lived in prior to the accident that took away her mother from her. For why that man never really liked her. It was because she wasn't his kid, it was because she was the child between a pair of true soulmates, one of which who'd already been married to a non-soulmate who'd lost their only soulmate as well.

It makes sense, Haru thinks, as she's carried out of the car and brought into the house, and settled onto the doorstep so that Hisashi could remove her shoes for her.

It's only when Hisashi brings her into his chest for a hug and gives her the pat on the head that she's so desperately yearned for from that man, does Haru actually reconsider her first opinion of him.

But when she sees the teary smile that he gives her as he tells her that he's been waiting for so long to meet her, does Haru actually think that maybe this man could love as much as her kind and gentle mother had loved her too.

Oh, and would you look at that, their eyes match. What a coincidence; at least Haru knows now where she'd gotten her dark eyes from.

So yeah. Koizumi Haru may have believed in love a long time ago—but she's Miura Haru now, and armed with the knowledge that not everybody is as fortunate as characters in movies or cartoons are to meet their soulmates at an early age, she doesn't really believe in love. Because sometimes, when you're tired of waiting for a single soulmate to appear after so long, you tend settle down with a non-soulmate, who you'll love and care for a lot, but not as much as you'll love your soulmate, the one fate had chosen for you to be with now and forever.

Haru knows that love exists—because what do you call the feeling that would bubble up from within her whenever her mother would hug her or sing her to sleep? What would you call that feeling when her real dad surprised her with her first birthday party, even if it was just he and her?—but Haru doesn't hope to believe that their is a kind of love that only exists in movies and cartoons for her.

She doubts she'll even meet one of her soulmates when she's bordering on her thirties.


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