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; Kyoko/Hana; Tsuna/Hana; onesided!Tsuna/Haru

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: We're not particularly proud of this chapter, which was why it'd taken so long for it to come out. It feels wrong, feels incomplete, like there should be more to outline this chapter. But, then again, it's just a drabble series *sighs* and it'd be a handful to make it longer because then the next chapter would feel even worse. We hope you enjoy it. And gosh, we're just bringing out the girl/girl pairings huh? Don't worry, boy/boy will come soon xP


CHAPTER 18

Seven letters. Luckily, that's not the length of this chapter.


They approach her right after Yuuki-sensei dismisses them.

Hana takes the lead, with Kyoko on her right and Tsuna right behind them, as she strides on towards the dark-haired girl who'd temporarily taken the vacant seat in the front. It's kinda of funny, if you think about it; they look like an incomplete pride of lions, with the lionesses prepared to be the first line of defense for their cub. They stop right in front of Haru, who doesn't even bother to stop in packing up her school supplies and glance up at the trio, which certainly irks Hana more than it should.

And just as Hana's about to open her mouth to get Haru's attention, Haru drops her pencil case onto the top of her books in her bag and looks up at the other girl.

Two pairs of dark eyes clash with one another, neither relenting and neither one of their owners willing to be the first one to look away.

Finally, Haru straightens up her back, standing up to her full height, and she places her gaze on Tsuna, who promptly shrinks back at the intensity of it. "I thought I made it clear that I didn't want to talk to you," she says, her voice scathing and accusing, making Tsuna feel like he'd just been kicked in the gut then punched right through the chest.

However, before Tsuna could stumble out a shaky apology, Hana's comes to his rescue. Blocking Haru's view of Tsuna with her own body, Hana's lips turn down into a displeased frown. "Look, we just want to talk, okay? Nothing wrong with exchanging some words, right?" She asks as casually as she could; she didn't want to rile up the other girl into a physical fight after all.

They came armed with nothing else but the clothes on their back and their voices, with the goal to talk things through; not cause up an unwanted fight that would end in all of them being scolded by Yuuki-sensei as they waited for their parents to come pick them up.

But the way Haru's eyes had widened in surprise told Hana that she'd triggered something in the girl—something that she shouldn't have, and her plans of making Tsuna and his new soulmate resolve their conflict seemed more like a faraway dream than a possibility once Hana had seen the way Haru had taken an almost frightened step back.

"That's what I was afraid of," was all Haru would say, before she turned around, slung one of the slings of her bag over her shoulder, and took off as if the fiery predators of hell were after heels.

As Tsuna and Kyoko exchanged looks of helplessness and defeat, Hana stares at the spot where Miura Haru had once been when she'd spoken those seven words that really shouldn't have affected Hana one bit.

Only problem was, Hana was pretty sure that those same seven words were the ones that composed that little sentence that wrapped around her left thigh like a thin, dark green thigh band.

Unbelievable.


Word Count: 675