A/N: So this chapter mostly shows how their relationships with Haru are now... A few dark(-ish) moments and some humorous ones. For some reason, I want to add some Hibari into this fic. Next chapter might have something to do with him, because I love writing lines for Hibari xD

If you like D18, you should check out my other fics. If you like any other Hibari pairings, tell me. I think I'll give writing a fic for a different Hibari pairing a shot (though D18 and 8018 are my favorites.)

"Hey, Haru, what's up?" Yamamoto asked with a shining smile and a small wave of the hand as a casual, kind, and friendly greeting.

Her instantaneous reaction was to slap him. All the frustration she had kept inside finally released after her hand struck across his face, leaving it red and pulsating.

The hit caused his head to turn away from her, so that he was looking towards the ground. Slowly, he brought his saddened gaze on her eyes.

She was panting from the sudden discharge of fury. Of desperation. Regret. Hurt. Naivety.

Eyes closed, Yamamoto breathed in deeply and gradually let out the breath.

"Don't tell me this is about what happened." He said. "That was a while ago. Aren't you over it?"

"Not until just now."

They stood in silence, Yamamoto wallowing in shame as he had to look at her distressed expression. "Do you hate me now?"

"I should, Takeshi-chan." She admitted. "I should hate you. I should call you a home wrecker. I should never want to see your face again. I know plenty of girls who would've done such horrible things." She gently touched the cheek she struck. "But how can anyone dislike you, Takeshi-chan? Besides, I feel like I haven't talked to you in forever and I miss my friend."

Yamamoto squeezed her hand more tightly to his face, leaning into the warmth. He closed his eyes, a sort of peace engulfing the two. "Thank you so much, Haru."

More silence. Then, Yamamoto had to ask.

"That's all good and fine, but why did you want to meet me outside of Kiddyland?"

She giggled and clapped her hands together. "Isn't it obvious? In honor of our beautiful reunion, you are going shopping with Haru!"

"And he was kind of an asshole, so Haru said no way!" Haru blabbered on as they entered the house with bags full of cute, useless things (for Haru) and men's clothes (for Yamamoto). "Oh, Takeshi-chan, Haru kind of likes what you guys have done with the place. She means, since you two are… you know, like that, she supposes you're good at stuff like decorating, right?"

"Haru…" Yamamoto muttered tautly. "That's a bit rude."

"Oops! Sorry, sorry! Haru didn't mean it offensively!" She said with a gasp and sincere frown.

"It's alright…" Yamamoto said, setting the bags down and sitting on the couch. "Come sit with me."

Haru grinned and joined him, legs crossed formally with her hands clasped together. "You know, Takeshi-chan," she said. "That was really fun. Haru's glad she made up you. Let's do it again some other time. Maybe Haru will find a decent guy and she can bring him on a double date with you and Hayato-chan."

"That'd be a blast. I really do hope you find true love." Yamamoto insisted.

"It must be nice. Hayato-chan isn't a bad man after all." She said, laying her head down in Yamamoto's lap and putting her feet on the sofa. "You're so lucky~ Stealing him away from the women! It's almost not fair, but—"

"All is fair in love and war!" They said simultaneously, followed by laughter.

"I owe you a lot." Yamamoto said with a heavy voice.

"No, you don't. Haru already forgave you, remember?" Haru said tapping Yamamoto's cheeks lightly.

"Well, not for that. For taking care of Lambo. It's harder work than I thought." Yamamoto said with a deep sigh.

"It's only going to get harder." She said bluntly. "You think he's spoiled now? Imagine when he starts asking for a car, for money to buy his own place, money for his wedding! Oh god, imagine him getting married! Ah, we'll be so old! We'll be ancient! Wah! Hold me, Takeshi-chaaaaaan!" Haru cried as she grabbed onto Yamamoto, weeping.

Yamamoto patted her back. "There, there," he cooed. "By the time Lambo would be ready to get married, we will not be old at all! Older, but not old, Haru!"

"They're the same thing to Haru! Think about when we die! Who will take care of him?"

"Are you even listening to yourself anymore?"

"I wonder who's all going to leave stuff for Lambo-chan in their wills? I'll give him everything I've got!"

"Our wills, huh…?"

"As a part of the mafia crowd, shouldn't you guys work out things like this?"

Yamamoto face scrunched up at the thought of having to write a will. "We did when we first inherited the family, but now that I look back on what I was planning on leaving to who… it's all changed now."

"What was that like?"

"Writing it?" He couldn't even say the word anymore, because to him it meant 'when I die.' "Most terrible atmosphere possible. It was me, Tsuna, Ryohei, and Hayato all sitting at a big table with blank papers in front of us and pens clutched in our hands. We all knew the same thing was running through our heads. Something along the lines of, 'this feels like we're planning our own funerals.' It was wretched having to ask yourself, 'if I were killed right now, who would I give my things to?' Back then, there was no way I could think of that question without getting a little tense."

Haru smiled sadly. "But now you know who you'd give it all to?"

"Yep. If I go, anything that was once mine would be Hayato's."

"If you both…?"

"Then it's Lambo's."

Haru chuckled sorrowfully. "Hopefully Lambo isn't listening or he'd kill us all! He'd be such a rich kid."

The two giggled at her joke then hurriedly changed the subject, wondering how their conversation got so dark.

Little did they know, Lambo was listening, but he certainly wasn't scheming their deaths…

"I'm back from the store!" Gokudera called out as he busted in with several bags of groceries. "There's more stuff in the car. Lambo, go get it, will ya?"

"Of course!" Lambo roared, sprinting down the stairs, to the car, and back. He brought in as many groceries as he could possibly manage at a time and did it faster than ever. Once he was finished, he toppled to the ground, panting.

Gokudera simply stared at him and commented, "Okaaay. That was weird." He knelt over and shook the boy. "What's up with you?"

Suddenly, Lambo grabbed onto Gokudera's sleeves and sobbed loudly, "Don't die, Hato-nii! Oh, goodness, don't die! Waaaaaah! I don't care if I get your stuff *sniff sniff* If you die, I'll… I'lll… I don't know! That's just how much you need to not die! 'cause if you do, I'll be scared and alone and confused and probably suicidal! Oh god, what if I develop a drinking problem! You hear that, you die and I lose my liver! My liver!" Then there were sniffles and globs of tears and snot along with tons of wails.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Gokudera asked, getting sick of Lambo spewing out too many bizarre or repulsive things.

With one big sweep of his arm, Lambo flung away his mucus and tears to answer, "I overheard Haru-nee and Take-nii talking about writing wills and I started thinking about what I'd do if guys died and I… I…"

Gokudera shoved his hand in the boy's face. "I swear you start that again and I'll hit you harder than Zidane headbutt Materazzi!" Then Gokudera's expression changed to one of shock. "Wait, you said Haru?"

"What's all that noise?" Yamamoto asked, trotting down the stairs. His face brightened as soon as he laid eyes on Gokudera. "You're back!"

Right behind him was the previously mentioned woman, Haru. "Hey." She said quietly from the stairway.

"Hey." Gokudera said just as quietly back.

The two had long since "made up." They felt the need to, for Lambo's sake. Haru still wanted updates on his grades, his behavior, his happiness. Just because she was out of the house, she didn't want to be out of Lambo's life.

Despite that, things between her and Gokudera were still awkward to say the least. When they looked at each other, they questioned why they ever thought their relationship could work. They remembered times when they were intimate and couldn't help but to slightly regret that they shared that side of themselves. They were reminded of the revolting things they said to one another. They thought of how much time was wasted on their nonexistent love. And those are all things hard to forget when trying to rebuild a friendship.

Sorry was said a thousand times over and thank you for being with me and thank you for helping me with the child and thank you for your support and thank you for not hating me. They didn't hate each other. They could very well stand each other. But each other's presence wasn't wanted very much.

"Haven't seen you in a while." Gokudera said to Haru, while having the strange instinct to pull Lambo towards himself and away from her.

"But your voice is still familiar." Haru said.

"We talked on the phone last week about having Lambo stay you at your place for a while." Gokudera stated, glancing down at the boy.

"Visiting Haru-nee…?" Lambo muttered, having heard nothing about this.

"Yeah, you never called back." Haru said with a slight tone of accusation lurking in her voice.

Rather than make an excuse for his actions, Gokudera scoffed showing what his intent was. Haru scowled in reply. The tension could've been cut with knife. A very strong knife. Like one of those Miracle Blade knives. Luckily, getting rid of tension was one skill that Yamamoto had acquired long ago.

"You know what will be great? Hayato and I making dinner for you two! So, go on into the dining room and do some catching up!" Yamamoto said, pushing Haru and Lambo into the dining room anxiously. "And we'll cook up something tasty. Have fun!" Once the door to the room was closed, he leaned against it and sighed.

"Do I really have to cook?" Gokudera asked. "You know I suck at cooking."

"What the hell was that?" Yamamoto asked irritably. He put on an apron and went to the refrigerator, taking out several ingredients before reaching up to the cabinets to get out utensils.

"What do you mean?" Gokudera retorted, sitting on a barstool and watching Yamamoto get to work.

"You know what I mean. The way you were acting." Yamamoto said while rolling his eyes and cracking some eggs over a bowl.

"What about it?" Gokudera looked around on the counters until he spotted a bag of Bourbon Petit: Chocolate Chip & Green Tea Cookie.

"Ugh, just… tell me why you said no to Lambo sleeping over at her place." Yamamoto began cutting up carrots after turning on the oven to let it pre-heat.

"I didn't say no." Gokudera said nonchalantly as he popped a cookie into his mouth.

"Then what did you say?" Yamamoto turned on the sink and put a pot underneath the running faucet.

"Nothing. I hung up on her." Crumbs scattered onto the counter as Gokudera spoke.

"What? Why?"

"I don't know. She was like, 'So, why not have Lambo stay with me for a week or so.' And I hung up on her."

Yamamoto shook his head. "Well, you could have at least—Hold on, why am I doing all the work? Come help me."

Swallowing the one he just placed on his tongue, Gokudera pushed the cookies to the side and put on an apron as well. "I'm telling you, I suck at cooking."

"So, Lambo-chan, how have things been going here?" Haru asked as the two waited for their meals to be prepared.

"Fine, I guess. It took a while to get used to Take-nii being here instead of you, Haru-nee." Lambo said with puppy-dog eyes.

She leaned over the table and hugged him. "You're so adorable, Lambo-chan! You should run away from here and live with Haru forever!"

Lambo laughed as she sat back down. "There's no way I could do that!"

"Don't want to leave Hayato-chan, huh?"

"Not just that, but running away seems like a lot of work." The words came out of Lambo's mouth as though they were nothing less than a normal truth.

"Ha ha, you can be so lazy sometimes, Lambo-chan!" Haru said with a sweet smile. "Plus, we all know if you were going to run away, where you would run away to."

"There are days when I have to persuade myself to not escape to the airport."

"You really miss her, don't you?"

"I still remember the way my parents treated me. Like I was worthless, a mistake, but Maman…"

Haru looked up, reminiscing on the old days. "She was everything a mother should be. Haru hopes to be a mama like her one day."

"Hey, hey, it might be too late." Lambo snickered. "You know, Maman was younger than you when she had Vongola."

Haru puffed up her cheeks. "Be quiet! Haru still has years left until it's too late! Takeshi-chan said so earlier! We may be getting older, but we're not getting old!"

Lambo's eyes fixed to the floor. "Don't… don't remind of that discussion."

"Lambo-chan… you heard us?"

Lambo gulped and nodded.

"Oh, Lambo…" Haru whispered. "It's alright. We're not going anywhere for a long while."

"But we're in the mafia! We never know when—"

"Stop with that talk! Nothing is going to take Takeshi-chan or Hayato-chan away from you! You know that!"

Lambo's fingers curled into fists and his teeth clenched. "But just last week, Ryo-chan… he…"

Haru's eyes widened then softened as she turned her head away. "It was just a small injury luckily. He was even able to heal on site by himself. But that… that was an accident. It was nothing other than misfortune."

"It easily could've been worse though!"

"Lambo!"

Yamamoto peeked into the room. "Just here to ask what you would like to drink."

"Haru wants grape juice." Haru said, knowing that they would most likely cook Italian food for Lambo's sake and only wine or grape juice went best with Italian meals.

"Brunello di Montalcino." Lambo answered with a straight face.

Yamamoto nodded and exited the room.

"Wh-What? You're not old enough to drink, Lambo-chan! That's illegal." Haru huffed.

"Not in Italia."

"We're not in Italy!"

"But Hato-nii lets me. He knows I don't overdo it." In the back of his head he added the phrase, 'when he's around.'

"How long has Hayato-chan been letting you drink alcohol?" Haru barked.

"Only wine and only with my meals. I strictly get one glass, never anymore." This time in his head he added, 'unless Hato-nii is drunk too, then it's a free-for-all.'

"How long?"

"Since I started living here."

"No way! Haru never even noticed."

"You're slow, Haru-nee."

"Well, as long as you're responsible…"

"That food sucked." Lambo complained immediately after finishing off everything on his plate.

"You asshole!" Gokudera hollered, slapping him on the back of the head. "It's not my fault! Takeshi was the one who made me cook."

"I don't think it tasted that bad." Yamamoto said poking at his scarps with a fork.

"Haru is still not used to Italian dishes." Haru commented, as though making an excuse for the poor taste.

"That's right. You would usually cook something Japanese for yourself when you were here." Gokudera noted.

"Haru doesn't dislike it. It just seems so fancy. Having it too often appeared indulgent to Haru." She admitted while rubbing her stuffed stomach. "Haru feels like sleeping now. So filling~"

"You can spend the night here." Yamamoto said, helping Haru to her feet. "You can stay in one of the guest rooms."

"Really? You're so kind and Haru's so sleepy…"

Yamamoto merely laughed at this while his partner wasn't so fond of the kind offer.

"She is not staying here!" Gokudera hissed in Yamamoto's ear.

"Why not?" Yamamoto whispered back.

"It's weird!"

"What part of helping a friend is weird?"

"Fine then, do what you want!" Then the silver-haired man stormed off without another word.

Gokudera sat up, stretching and yawning. He then looked to his side to see medium-length streaks of dark brown hair lying daintily over the pillow next to his. Oh, he thought, it's Haru.

"Morning, Haru," He said while leaning over and hugging the girl. "Weird. Why does this feel… nostalgic?" His tired, half-lidded eyes shot open. "Holy shit! What the fuck are you doing in our bed?" He screamed suddenly, throwing himself to the other side of the bed and kicking at the woman with his feet.

The uproar and kicking woke the slumbering Haru and she was unhesitant to be shocked to find herself lying in the same bed as Gokudera. "Eek! Oh dear God, please tell Haru she didn't do it with you! Gross!"

"I should be the one saying that!" Gokudera snarled.

"I bet you pounced on Haru, you pervert! You miss the touch of a woman!"

"What the hell are you saying? Stupid girl!"

"Was Haru really that good to you before? To the point where you had to rape her now?"

"Are you daft?"

"What is daft?"

Then Yamamoto came into the room with a shaven face on one side and the other covered in shaving cream. He was dressed in nothing but his boxers with a razor in his hands. "I see you guys woke up." He had bags under his eyes and he let out a fierce yawn. "What was I doing again? Brushing my teeth?" He put the razor to his mouth.

"No!" Both Haru and Gokudera bellowed, scrambling to stop Yamamoto from carving his lips off.

"Hmm…" Yamamoto hummed, sitting at a table with a flustered Haru and Gokudera. "I guess I must've been drowsy too. And since Hayato was already asleep, he must've not noticed when I tiredly placed Haru on my side of the bed then fell downstairs and crawled to the guestroom to sleep."

"You do that kind of sleepwalking, Takeshi-chan?" Haru asked bewilderedly.

"Yes." Gokudera said right away. "But how do you know you fell down the stairs?"

Yamamoto rubbed the back of his neck. "Heh, well I have all these bruises on me and my muscles ache so there's no other way to explain it."

"You loser. So uncool." Gokudera said.

"Sorry." Yamamoto replied with his head hanging low.

"Adults." Lambo announced from the edge of the room. "I do not feel like walking to school today. One of you will drive me."

"Is that how you ask for something, you brat?" Gokudera said. He grabbed the boy and put him in a headlock. "Ask properly!"

"Ow, you're hurting me!" Lambo whined. "I'll call child services!"

Yamamoto and Haru chortled as the pair left the room in that silly manner.

"You know," Haru began. "It seems like Lambo-kun is doing really well here. I feel proud of him and I'm definite that he's happy. He doesn't have to stay with me if he doesn't want to."

Yamamoto put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure he does. I'll talk to Hayato about it, don't worry."

Haru leapt up and wrapped her arms around the tall man's neck. "Really? Oh, you're the best, Takeshi-chan! Truly an awesome friend! Haru's so happy! Maybe you can give Haru fashion tips, help her decorate her apartment, and tell her how to woo a man too! "

Yamamoto chuckled nervously before pulling her off. "Haru… saying stuff like that is still…"

"Oops! Sorry!"

Ah~ What should happen next chapter? xD

More romance? More drama? More comedy? How about them all!