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
AN:And woah, it's been a long time since we'd updated huh? Sorry, sorry; no excuses, we were just being lazy children cocooned up in the safeties of our beds and reading up some fan fictions galore lol. Hope this placates your souls that must be trembling from frustration on us not updating soon, and overjoyed that we finally updated.
And, well, damn, this is a lot of feels from a six-year old, formerly abused and currently suffering from dead parents and the knowledge that she'd been born out of wedlock or not.
Oh, and, well, yay! 20 chapters, our first story that has hit this mark lol.
CHAPTER 20
Haru's viewpoint.
She didn't know what to do. She honestly had no idea what she should do. She'd already brought up the idea of moving to somewhere else—particularly somewhere very far away from Namimori—to her father, but he'd expectedly turned down her idea no matter how much she'd begged him to. Since that didn't work, the next best thing was to beg her father to place her in another school, but all that'd gotten her was an overly-concerned father who'd started asking nosey questions about her school life.
She could transfer next year, he'd said, because the school he'd wanted her to enroll into was currently not accepting any late enrollees especially so far in the second term of the year.
She'd thought she could handle it—just a few more months. Just a few more months of ignoring the brown-haired and brown-eyed who'd happened to be her soulmate of all things in this unfortunate world—but then one thing led to another, and Haru found that she couldn't take it any more.
One was okay—but two? Having two of them in the same school, in the same classroom, as her? It was practically unbearable.
She could ignore the cyclone of emotions building up inside of her for the past three weeks since she'd met her first—but how much of it could she handle? Could she really handle this kind of feelings swelling up inside of her for the next six months? When she already felt like breaking down after just three weeks? Especially when she felt like crying because here's her chance, her soulmates are right there just a few steps away from her, and she's found two of them so quickly at such a young age that it shouldn't even be possible, and they're both willing to love her.
But she screws everything up. She screws everything up like always, and dammit she shouldn't be making wrong decisions anymore! She's not supposed to resemble the girl she'd left—the girl who'd used to be beaten down every day by a stupid man who didn't know mercy or when enough's enough because she didn't do anything wrong aside from existing, the girl who believed in the tales of soulmates and true love that her mother used to weave.
Haru's not supposed to be weak anymore, she's not supposed to be making wrong decisions anymore, and she's most definitely not supposed to believe in those silly tales full of lies that her dead mother used to tell her.
And yet—
And yet, Haru can't stop tracing the words on the palm of her left hand that are such a bright and deep shade of orange that they almost seem like they're glowing. She can't stop staring at them, those four little words that've pushed her through the rough times she's had when she'd been younger and more naive yet much more broken than the girl she is now.
I try my best.
And yet—had she? Had she really tried her best? Had she really tried her best to get to know the one whose words had encouraged to get up every single day in the worst years of her life? No, Haru concludes, she hasn't. All she'd done was push him away, then push him away even more when she'd found out that her second was a part of his group of friends.
Had she even bothered to give her soulmates a chance? Had she just assumed that they'd hurt her one day? Had her paranoia to keep herself from getting hurt, hurt her even more?
'Am I a terrible person?' She wonders to herself with glassy eyes.
Did she just lose her chance of having the happy future she's still naively hoping for?
Word Count: 1010
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