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: Choco: This chapter's so corny. Eri should've presented a corn made out periods at the end.
Eri: Oh, go drown in a pool of chocolate will you. Anything 'romantic' I write goes down in flames anyways; I'm more of a 'make-dem-readers-cry-or-rage-or-question-life' kinda writer, which is why I leave all the romantic stuff to you.
Choco: Oh, I bet dem readers are raging at how corny this is.
CHAPTER 21
The plot catalyzes.
Things don't change, even as more days pass by and the next month soon rolls in.
Haru continues to ignore fate, and Tsuna and Hana continue to endure through it. Their classmates are starting to notice that the air above the three of them is not too friendly; however, their teacher remains oblivious to the happenings of her classroom and continues to give them new lessons and worksheets to take home every day.
Tsuna sighs tiredly as another one of their classmates—Jyuno-san? Wakari-san? Kotetsu-san? He's not even sure anymore—make her way to the most-likely-will-be-forever-empty-for-the-rest-of-the-school-year-seat right next to him, sit down on said seat, then promptly lean closer to him with the side of one hand placed delicately near the right corner of her mouth.
"Ne, Sawada-san," She whispers conspiratorially, yet politely, and Tsuna doesn't resist sighing this time when he hears her ask, "What's up with you and Miura-san?"
"It's none of your business, that's what," Hana says coldly—cruelly, Tsuna can tell, because there's nothing but detest in her eyes—as she props an elbow on Tsuna's desk and places her chin on the palm of her hand, with one of her eyebrows raised critically. "Now shoo," she says, making a go away motion with her free hand. "Tsuna and I have better things to do, like study for the quiz that Yuuki-sensei's gonna give out after break."
"There's a quiz?" The girl that Tsuna can't remember for the life of him says, surprise easily overriding the anger of being set aside so easily and inconsiderately.
"Yep," Hana said, drawling the word out. "Addition and Division for Roman Numerals," she offers, and with that, the other girl scurries off to spread the news to her friends who had been staring at them since the beginning with inquisitive eyes.
"There's a quiz?" Tsuna asks a beat later, struggling to bring out his Math notebook from his bag.
"Yeah. Yuuki-sensei announced it last week," Hana says, smiling a little out of amusement at her friend's forgetfulness. "And sure, I'll help you out," she says right before he can even ask.
Tsuna flushes deeply at that, but still manages to give her a beaming smile. "Thanks, Hana-chan," he says. "By the way, when's Kyoko-chan gonna come back from that trip?" He asks with a tilt of his head.
Hana shrugs. "Dunno. Probably this Friday, or maybe tomorrow. Depends with her parents, since they're pretty random with their plans," she replies.
Tsuna, however, looks down at his pants, his smile turning into a small frown as he wonders where his father could be right now. His mom told him that he'd turned into a star or something, but Tsuna doesn't believe that one bit. Hana had explained to him that people don't turn into stars, unless they're dead, and Tsuna's pretty sure his dad isn't dead with the amount of calls his mom gets in a week with her answering the phone with a fond smile and an equally fond voice.
Almost unconsciously, his gaze drifts off to where Haru sits in the front; like he always does when he has nothing better to do, or if he just wants to clear his head of irrational thoughts. Expecting his gaze to land on her back, Tsuna blinks when a pair of dark brown eyes meets his own, and he recoils back in surprise when he realizes that he'd been caught staring by the very person he's staring at.
Almost immediately, his cheeks go aflame with color, and he's forced to look down out of sheer panic and humiliation. Oooh, how embarrassing, he thinks.
"Huh? You okay, Tsuna? You're all red in the face," Hana asks with one eyebrow raised up. "You have a fever or something?"
"H-Huh? A-Ara, n-no, I-I," Tsuna stammered out incoherently, his cheeks getting redder with each syllable that comes out of his mouth. "I-I'm fine!" He bursts out.
"Hm...if you're sure then," Hana mutters. "Anyway, I suggest you start reviewing," Hana suggests as she turns a page of her own Math book, and Tsuna feels a little bit amazed that Hana's already highlighted the important parts of the book with a few of the questions having already been answered with a few extra notes to explain why this is like that and how it became like that; whereas his is just, well, he'd rather not talk about it...
"Yeah," Tsuna quietly agrees as his eyes stray towards the page he'd opened to. Even so, after a few moments of reading, his gaze returns back to Haru, who, oddly enough isn't there anymore.
'HIIIEEE,' Tsuna screams in his head, wildly looking around for Haru. 'D-Did I scare her off?' He thinks with a whimper.
The sound of the chair in the seat right next to him sliding against the ground catches his attention, and Tsuna slumps down wearily without even having to look—he's really not in the mood to deal with any curious and nosey girls. And besides, aren't they even the least bit scared of Hana? She's the scariest person he knows, even though there are little things out there that don't scare him, she's still a level 7 scary in his opinion, and that's a pretty high level of scariness.
It's only when he sees the flabbergasted expression on Hana's face does Tsuna think, 'Something is definitely wrong here.'
So, he turns his head, and he peers at whoever's unfortunate or clueless enough to seat beside him, and Tsuna promptly adopts Hana's expression.
Because, right there, back at her original seat, is Miura Haru.
And, as if feeling stunned gazes on her, Haru looks up from where she's fixing her things into her original desk, and she reluctantly gives them a smile. It's neither a kind nor a warm smile—it's polite and formal, but it's enough.
It's enough.
Because it's a smile, and it's more than anything Haru's ever given them.
Word Count: 1330
