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; onesided!Hana/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
CHAPTER 19
Concerned Kyoko being nosey. Hide, Haru. Hide.
The fact that Miura Haru was Tsuna's and Hana's second didn't exactly mean that the two were much more determined to get their newfound soulmate to stop ignoring them as if they were the plague of death themselves; no, Tsuna had been raised better by his mother and knew that when a person simply didn't want to talk to him, especially when he tried to talk to them several times and only received the cold shoulder in reply, then he should give them their own space because eventually the issue would settle.
Eventually. The time had never been specified for when the cold shoulder would stop, but it would end eventually, and Tsuna had always been patient by simple force of will and determination. He'd waited six years to meet his first, it's not like waiting for his second for maybe more than that would hurt him right?
(The pain that throbbed from his chest was just his imagination, Tsuna was sure of that; if not, then most likely there was something wrong with his chest that he'd have to consult with his personal doctor the next time he'd see him. He was not suffering from being rejected by his soulmate. And no matter how much his insides seemed to twist and turn in discomfort when he tried to peek a glance at the brunette that was, as usual, sitting far away from him and ignoring his very existence, Tsuna was adamantly sure that he'd just eaten something bad before class.)
And Hana—well, Hana had taken the news of having a soulmate who didn't want to have anything to do with her rather well. The black-haired girl had just merely shrugged and said, "What's there to do? She doesn't want me, then she doesn't want me. Frankly, I don't really care."
But Kyoko—Kyoko knew that Tsuna and Hana weren't fooling anybody but themselves. Kyoko had always been observative like that, especially when it came to those who actually mattered to her. It wasn't hard to see the way Tsuna would shoot short yet longing-filled glances at Haru, nor was it particularly hard to miss the signs of Hana lying. Her only female soulmate would always unconsciously drape her right arm over her stomach whenever she told a lie, and Kyoko knew enough about Hana that the girl had been extremely hurt by Haru's rather cruel and unexplainable way of rejection.
Tsuna and Hana were hurting really badly, that much was quite obvious to Kyoko's keen eyes; what infuriated Kyoko was the fact that her two soulmates just let the matter slide away so easily, as if their soulmate rejecting them wasn't really that much of a deal.
(Kyoko's never known what that would feel like, and she was hopeful that she'd never encounter such a situation where she'd be rejected. It's one of the reasons for why she'd made herself so likeable. Rejection had never settled easily in her gut, since she'd had enough of it from her other familial relatives, and she didn't want to know what being rejected by one of her soulmates would feel like.)
Because if Kyoko was in their position, come hell or high water, she'd never give up.
And maybe it's time she takes matters into her own hands.
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