DBSG: (sigh) I finally finished another chapter. Part of the reason I haven't been updating is because of my physics class which I'm still failing in...

Anyways...With Silently Crying, that one will probably not be updated until more information is given about Byakuran...

Thankyou to all of my lovely reviewers who supported me with my fan fiction.

"Haru-chan!" A crying Kyoko rushed into the brunette's arms. "I heard from Tsuna-kun about today-"

"Hahi?! Tsuna-san did?" That dumb meanie who refused to let me stay in the beginning?

There was accusation in her voice. Yamamoto grinned and patted her on the shoulder. "Take it easy on him. Tsuna just doesn't want anyone to get hurt."

Doesn't want anyone to get hurt? Che, what about when he tried to kill her on their first encounter? Haru pouted. "Well, I still think he's a lousy mean-"

"Ahem."

"….oh…"

And just as fate would have it, coincidences had to happen.

Nevertheless, Tsuna looked more relaxed before and even managed a small smile. "According to Dino-san, it's far too dangerous to try to move you to a different location. So until we declare it safe enough, you will remain with us…"

"Noo! I'm sorry for insulting you like that," Haru sobbed, "I don't think you're THAT lousy. I mean, you're a bit mean but…."

The words he just said finally registered into her brain, "Wait! So…I'm staying?!"

He nodded. "You will stay underground with Kyoko-chan and help her with chores including laundry and cooking…" Tsuna paused, silently wondering if the mood was right appropriate enough for humor. "-We'll even consider your CPR skills."

The room filled with laughter as Haru's face colored a gentle pink.

Some of her scent was still lingering…Without thinking, he buried his face into the jacket, inhaling as much of her scent as he could.

It was soft and created a warm feeling against his cold skin.

'Che, stupid woman…to help the one trying to kill you…' She should've just left me…

Hibari Kyouya…of course, he would be displeased. The pain from the sun would be a small pin prick compared to HIS wrath.

He shivered, to his dismay, thinking about the last time he angered the higher-ranked vampire.

If the pure-blood chose to, the prefect could kill him, cut off all of his limbs before Gokudera even has time to react, puncture a gaping hole where his once-beating heart was…tear his soul apart until the prefect ultimately end his wretched life.

…But Hibari wouldn't award him with death.

Being a pure-blood, Hibari had the power to read the minds of other non-pure-bloods and humans. He knew that Gokudera wanted death. He knew that the gray-haired monster hated his cursed life and his unrelenting craving for human blood and until Gokudera outlives his usefulness, Hibari would refuse to kill him.

The jacket…it would be impossible to keep it from the mind-reading prefect…

"Gahh! I'm so full!" Haru gasped out, reclining in her chair. She never meant to eat so much….screw her diet! Yamamoto's hand-rolled sushi was too good to miss!

She smiled to herself. It all worked out so perfectly. She even met the rest of the 'Family' as Tsuna had called it; Giannini, a slightly odd man but extremely experienced in handling machinery, Bianchi, an amazingly beautiful woman but with the saddest eyes Haru'd everseen, Shamal, a nice but perverted(Haru learned after their first meeting) doctor who apparently doesn't treat guys…(why'd Tsuna bring him in the first place then?), and of course, Dino and Romario and a couple of others (who were off to mourn for Lucas' death.)

Sasagawa Ryohei, Kyoko's older brother went to Italy a week ago to confirm negotiations with the Italian vampires. Apparently, a Fuuta was expected later.

She was supposed to stay with Kyoko for several months anyways, so her mother wouldn't worry about her just yet. For several months, she would help as much as she could. After that, Haru would return to her normal life.

"Grinning to yourself? That's so creepy."

Haru turned around, surprised and slightly hurt at Tsuna's comments.

But it was said in a teasing tone. He smiled. "Kidding…you're smile's pretty nice."

The others were out back to their work (with the exception of Shamal who left to his room to his secret collection of porn magazines.)

"Tsuna-san-"

"You can just call me Tsuna or at least add the –kun," he casually ran his hand back his unnaturally spiky hair, "That's what everyone else calls me."

Tsuna…. Haru blushed, wondering if this was considered flirting. "Haru prefers to call you Tsuna-san." There it was again, her unbreakable habit of talking in third person.

He nodded, but his eyes drifted on something else….rather, he seemed to be concentrating on a certain childhood friend.

"Did you ask Kyoko-chan out yet?"

"Eh?!" His attention was back to the brunette girl now. A slightly red color painted his cheeks, complimenting the beautiful orange in his eyes.

The answer was obvious. Not yet… Haru grinned cheekily. "I see…"

"I-it's not what you think!" It was slightly comical to see such a normally composed boy become so flushed over a single question.

Her grin only grew wider. It was as if Tsuna added fuel to the fire. "Oh really?" Even with the several days she got to know the boy, it was already pretty obvious. Haru wasn't dumb. She noticed the occasional looks he gave her friend and the gentleness in his voice particularly when he spoke to Kyoko. Sometimes, she even though she saw Kyoko return the affectionate look.

Without thinking, Tsuna reached his arms out.

A pair of hands grabbed Haru on the shoulder, gentle but firm.

"There's nothing going on between us. She's my good friend, and I'm willing to even die for her…but that's the same thing with everyone else, Yamamoto-kun, Gok-….Dino, Romario, Bianchi…even you. For the sake of my friends, I have to do everything I can to protect them."

Tsuna's touch was warm, nothing compared to the coldness of a vampire's touch. Now it was Haru's turn to blush.

"Tsuna-kun," Kyoko popped from the kitchen. She'd insisted that Haru rest that day and offered to do the cleaning. "Could you help with the dishes?"

And the vampire-hunter's hands were off Haru's shoulders. "Don't push yourself too hard, Kyoko-chan…" Tsuna turned his back on Haru.

"So you failed to bring her to me." His voice was monotonous, emotionless and yet Gokudera could sense the seething anger hidden behind the calm face.

The gray-haired vampire refused to meet him in the eye, knowing very well that the pure-blood prefect was already peering into his mind. He struggled to empty his mind of thoughts of that morning.

"My apologies." It was forced out and they both knew it.

Hibari smirked, twirling the sky blue jacket into the air with a steel tonfa before catching it gracefully. "Very well. For now, I'll be satisfied with this…cloth…next time, I won't be as forgiving."

There were already dozens of bruises and cuts spilling immortal blood on Hayato. He clenched his fist. "Yes…master…"

An angry glint flashed before his eyes before it was replaced with nothingness.

Hibari nodded, a sign showing that he was allowed to leave. Gokudera was more than glad to leave and he did so, careful not to betray his emotions as he shut the door behind him.

The black-haired vampire yawned. "Kusakabe."

In a flash a figure with an Elvis-like hairdo appeared at his side, "Hai, Kyou-san?" Kusakabe prided himself on being the only one able to call the pure-blood Kyou-san openly and survive to tell the tale to others. However, he did not dare show his face to Hibari until Gokudera left because three people in one room was considered a crowd. Hibari, who hated grouping together and considered it something weaklings do, would've attacked otherwise. He bowed low, his absurd hair almost touching the floor.

"Find more about this…" Hibari read the embroidery etched onto the jacket. "-Miura Haru." He casually tore off part of the sleeve and tossed it to the bewildered subordinate. "This is her scent."

Kusakabe almost choked. The scent the gray-haired vampire carried with him earlier seemed to be strengthened a hundred times. With shaky hands, Kusakabe managed to grasp the cloth without exposing his fangs but couldn't help forming images of spilling the owner's blood in his mind in front of the mind-reading vampire.

As if on cue, Hibari glanced up sharply. "No harm is to fall upon the prey. I want her…untouched."

Instantly, the violent images were wrenched from the subordinate's thoughts as Kusakabe bowed again before leaving as well. "As you wish."

Alone in the empty room, the pure-blood vampire relaxed in his reclining chair.

"Hibari, Hibari!" From the open window, a tiny yellow bird casually flew in and perched on his shoulder, unaware of the possible danger it was in.

"Miura Haru…" He smiled. But this was not a pleasant smile one would give to a friend. No, it was an eerie and cruel smile that emitted danger. "I wonder what fool she is to make MY slave disobey my orders…"

The jacket was instantly ripped to shreds, and the pieces burned.

Reborn Omake Theater:

DBSG: The results for the fourth official Character popularity poll are out!
Tsuna: (blushes happily) I'm first this time!
Reborn: (punches Tsuna in face) Don't be to proud of yourself. It's because you came out so much in the manga.
Tsuna: (pouts) (mutters) Che! I don't want to hear that from you. You're not even in this story yet.
Reborn: Did you say something? (evil glint in eyes)
Hibari: How dare they make me second place this time! (takes out tonfas)
Tsuna: !!Put that away Hibari-san! That's dangerous!
Hibari: But if I exterminate the person in first place, then the position will go to me...
Tsuna: Why are you talking like I'm some kind of parasite? (Hibari advances) You can't do this, Hibari-san! This story is only rated T for teens!
Gokudera: Jyuudaime! I'll protect you!
Tsuna: Gokudera-kun!
Gokudera: Hehe...I got third place this time! I beat the baseball idiot by five places! This time, I'll beat up that Hibari for you!
Hibari: Slave, you're mine remember? I turned you into a vampire, forcing you to work for me.
Gokudera:...
Tsuna:...
Reborn:...bakka...

(Somewhere in a corner)
Mukuro: (sniffs) How could I lose to Gokudera? It's humiliating enough, losing to the stupid bird-man.