"Aargh!" Tsuna screamed out loud in frustration, knocking over a couple of chairs in the process. The rain had stopped quite a while ago and the revived Fuuta confirmed the unwelcome scent in the air to have belonged to Gokudera Hayato. He came alone apparently...but the vampire didn't leave emptyhanded. The scent was mingling with that of the disappeared Haru.

How could he have let the enemy take her away?

Bianchi didn't even dare look up at the loud thump and continued to tend to the unconscious Yamamoto and Kyoko. She let her long hair cover her eyes to prevent others from seeing the pain in her eyes. But, one didn't need to look at her to know how miserable she was. Hayato had betrayed them once more and now, the only solution left was to get rid of that monster. She would do nothing to stop that.

The brunette vampire hunter growled, his anger still not diminished yet. He was beyond rage now. Didn't he swear that he'd protect Haru? Didn't he promise that nothing bad would happen to her?

He punched a wall furiously, and immediately regretted it. Yamamoto and Kyoko (Oh god...Kyoko, how will she react when she wakes) still have not awakened.

Fuuta winced. The raw emotions Tsuna was feeling were so intense that it almost hurt. A mixture of shock, outrage, guilt and above all, pure anger stirred the air, making it nearly unbearable. "Tsuna-nii" He gulped, hoping that their 4 year friendship would keep the raging vampire hunter from turning on him," Forgive me...It's probably my fault."

"Tsuna-kun.."

At the sound of Kyoko's cracking voice, Tsuna whirled around, his anger nearly evaporating. "Kyoko, don't try to move. Get some rest."

There was a rustling of bedsheets as Kyoko moved her hand towards Tsuna's. He flinched at the touch before cradling her hand tenderly as one would to his lover.

"Gokudera-kun...took her," Kyoko whispered before sitting upright.

Bianchi dropped the plate she was holding in her shaking hands. No one bothered to pick up the pieces and they laid there glistening in the light and blood.

"It must've been Kyouya's orders." Dino entered the room, followed by Romario. "There's no way Gokudera would even think about going against us so easily unless it was under a pureblood's orders." Of course, there was also the possibility that their ex-comrade fell into temptation and was merely after the girl's blood.

"We have to get her back before it's too late...if it isn't too late already." A small group of hunters without reinforcements against literally a school of vampires. They wouldn't be able to succeed alone. The orange-eyed hunter faced Fuuta once more. There was no longer any emotion shown on his face other than determination. "Is it possible to ask for help from the Italian vampires?"

Fuuta's eyes widened. "Impossible. I mean, there are only a handful of purebloods left in the world. Even spilling a drop of one's blood would cause an uproar among the entire population. It's too risky."

Tsuna pointed at Yamamoto angrily. "You've seen what those...those MONSTERS did to Takeshi! And that was probably just one of them. We can't rescue her alone!"

Calmly, the peace maker Romario placed a stern hand on Tsuna's shoulder to refrain the boy from frightening Kyoko any further. "Sawada-san, please calm down and think about this logically."

In a sense, Romario was correct. The vampire boss of Namimori and the leader of Kokuyo are direct descendents of the oldest known pureblood nobles. Attacking them would bring the wrath of every other vampires. A human would never get away with even daring to harm one.

"That's it!" He stood up abruptly, eyes widening in realization.

"Eh?"

Fuuta, Dino, come with me. Romario and Bianchi stay and watch over the others." Tsuna yanked his gloves on.

"Tsuna," Dino warned, "Let's not be too hasty now." He knew what the boy was thinking. It was clear in his eyes.

"There's no other way."

"We could always make another plan." The blonde hunter protested

Fuuta scratched the back of his head in confusion. "Tsuna-nii, what's going on?" Why was the look in Tsuna's brilliant orange orbs a mixture of determination and...fear?

"We're going to have a talk with Rokudo Mukuro."

When Haru awoke later, only God knows how long she was unconscious, she realized two things. One, the bossy black-haired jerk was no longer sinking his teeth in her; and two, the aforementioned black-haired jerk wasn't even here. Also, in his place, a terrible pang of hunger hit her side like a tsunami.

How long had it been since she was captured? It couldn't have been more than a day. Nevertheless, it was impossible to tell from the lack of clocks or windows.

A sigh of relief escaped her mouth. It didn't look like Hibari wanted to kill her just yet. She was safe for the moment....or perhaps, it would've been less painful if he'd just killed her from the stop. She would soon find out.

~Growl~

Haru grasped her stomach as if doing so would somehow magically erase the hunger. Unfortunately, it wasn't helping much....and she was thirsty too.

The longest a human could survive without food was about a week. However, without water...At this rate, she probably wouldn't last for more than three days. She silently wondered if the demonic fiend let her live just to starve her to death in such a cruel manner.

Pause. Was she allowed to leave the room? The fear of facing a certain monster's fury held her back for a split second but eventually hunger mixed with thirst won over.

The brunette girl gingerly stepped off the bed, hoping to God, if there really was one (but what kind of sadistic God would force her to go through this torture), that the floor didn't creak. Her breathing slowly became in sync to the steps as she tiptoed as quietly as she could to her only possible exit. To her surprise, the wooden door was already slightly opened as if the cruel, vicious vampire was actually daring her to take a step outside.

It didn't come to a surprise that the outside was just as the dark as the inside of the room. At least there was a feeble candle burning every 10 feet, providing very poor lighting and adding to the eeriness of her surroundings.

Haru wetted her lips, fervently praying that she wouldn't regret this later in the future and hesitantly took a step outside. Nothing happened. There were no shrill sirens screeching of an escapee or traps set to harm or possibly kill. And even more relieving, there was no Hibari Kyoya to punish the girl.

"Look what we have here."

A icy cold hand darted out and grabbed the girl by the wrist. She yelped in surprise and acted upon instinct by biting into the intruder as hard as she could. Sadly, humans do not have the sharp and dangerous canines as vampires do and the act only succeeding in making the attacker smirk. "Now, now. Don't get to feisty on me. You should leave the biting to me."

Have you ever heard of the saying 'out of the frying pan and into the fire?'

Well, fuck. She was screwed.

"Haru? Haru! Where are you!" A brunette in her mid-thirties called out desperately, running from street to street. Tears streamed endlessly down her sweaty cheeks. Ten minutes earlier, a crying Kyoko claimed that the woman's precious daughter had disappeared during a simple game of hide-and-seek and was nowhere to be found.

No...NO! She will NOT lose another loved one. Not after the anniversary of her late husband's brutal murder.

Muffled sobs turned into wails of grief as she sank to her knees, begging for the return of her only daughter.

"Mom?"

The woman looked up rapidly, to look directly at the figure of her precious daughter standing only ten feet away. The girl blinked her eyes sleepily and extended her hands out towards her.

The mother wrapped her arms around the girl, shielding her from any outside threats daring to separate her daughter from her. "Miura Haru! Where have you bee- Haru...what's that on your neck?"

The last time she had checked, there had not been a dainty glass flower ornament hanging from a delicate golden chain around her daughter's neck. "A nice man gave it to me," Haru murmured sleepily, burying her face in her mother's hair.

"A-a man?" The woman's voice was quivering. It couldn't be...

"He said it was for my birthday...and that he would give me presents like this if I behave."

Another vampire... "L-Let me go," Haru ordered, trying to put on a brave work. It had the same effect as a bunny trying to scare away a hungry wolf. "I'll scream."

The figure sneered. "Go ahead. Scream all you want. Just don't come crying to me when a house full of creatures like me try to eat you."

She let out a tiny yelp in surprise at the frigid touch of stainless steel threatening to bite into her neck.

"Do so, and I will make sure to give you an extra bloody and painful death."

Haru clenched her teeth and tried to arch away from the steel, but the blade insisted on pressing against her neck just enough so that the skin didn't break yet. "H-Hibari will get mad," she pressed on further, hoping that it wasn't Hibari himself who ordered this monster to attack her.

The demon scoffed. "Hibari? I don't give a damn about that cocky-assed fool. Besides, he needs to learn." He leaned against her neck, gently blowing against the ends of her hair teasingly.

The attack happened before either of them realized it. Instantly, the blade was shattered, and the jerk was pushed into the wall by an invisible force. Over the area where the smug bastard once stood in front of the poor girl stood Hayato, his arms outstretched and fingers curled into an angry fist.

Haru had never seen him so mad. Or at least, during their few previous encounters, she had never seen such a loss of composure from her current 'savior.' (Whether he really was saving her, she would soon find out.)

"Vooi! Where are your manners, ya damn brat?!" The Varia swordsman yelled, before hacking a glob of immortal blood at the floor. He wiped his mouth with a free hand, contemplating the situation. Crap, Gokudera…of all the people. He was clearly at a disadvantage here. The blood that ran through the green-eyed bastard was stronger, more potent than the blood given to him by Xanxus.

"Hahi?! You know this jerk?" All hostilities towards Gokudera were temporarily discarded as Haru quickly hid behind him, gripping the back of his shirt fearfully.

The muscles behind that black shirt tensed immediately at the light tug. Hayato wanted nothing more than to pry the small fingers off and sink his fangs into the unsuspecting limbs.

"Squalo's one of the stray vampires that broke away from the main Italian family…the ones that refused animal blood." Gokudera didn't even know why he was bothering to explain to someone who was probably going to die anyway. "Actually, they formed their own group known as the Varia and this fucker here," he motioned to the longer-haired vampire, which earned him an angry 'Voooi!' in return, "was SUPPOSED to be meeting with Hibari…sama."

The other silver-haired man glared at him and brushed off invisible dust, pretending not to show that his ribs still ached from the brutal impact of Hayato's fist. "Your jackass master barely said 3 words during the entire time and then gets up while I'm in the middle of a fucking proposal," Squalo spat out venomously. Just because Gokudera had purer blood within him didn't mean that he was stronger. Technically, he, Squalo, was faster, smarter, and had more experience in killing. Perhaps an alliance was impossible after all.

"Fucking useless trash. If I find from the others that you picked a fight with another one of Hibari's slaves, I'll fill you."

Almost magically, the Varia vampire restrained himself. A few liters of blood, no matter how tempting it was, was not worth facing the wrath of Xanxus. He sucked in a big breath. "Vooii! Brats, be thankful. I don't have time to kick your ass right now! You won't be so lucky next time."

Though there was no reply from his almost opponent, Squalo could've sworn he heard Hayato let out a sigh of relief as his hands slowly relaxed from the hidden silver guns.

The window was flung open and Squalo prepared to jump out the six-story building, when he stopped and grinned. "In the meantime, you should go find that human girlfriend of yours. She won't last very long in a place like this." In the blink of an eye, he jumped rather gracefully and disappeared from sight.

"Che…she's not my girlfriend…"

It took a while for the vampire's advice to register…

Shit! That girl! He whirled around to where the girl was originally standing only to find the space empty.

Haru had never had men fight over her before, no matter how many times she dreamed about the possibility during school. It was always that a bishounen would declare his undying love for her in public in some romantic fashion, but another equally attractive man would denounce it, saying that Haru was his. And Haru, as the angelic princess in despair, would only weep and beg them both to stop fighting and that she loved both.

Instead, she got two dangerous, evil gray-haired vampires just waiting to drain her of her blood. No romantic public declaration, or love. Adding a psychotic sadist to the lot didn't make the situation any better.

Her untied hair flew wildly about as she ran blindly down the dark halls. There was really nowhere to run, but fear forced her legs to move.

"Oi! It's dangerous to be alone here!" Gokudera's voice was heard. From the faintness of the sound, she could guess that he was pretty far from her current location.

And how would it be safer with HIM, the overall cause of her situation? This only prompted her to run faster. By this time, her muscles were already sore. Perhaps, soon, another monster would find and kill her so she wouldn't have to run any farther. And yet, the idea of living greatly appealed to her at the moment.

The yelling stopped for a split second and Haru considered stopping. Then, "…Haru!"

Had Miura Haru chosen to think about it, this would've been the first time Gokudera called her by her name. But fear and the burst of adrenaline mixed with the surprise of hearing her name after a long time caused her to trip. As fate would have it, she happened to be on the top of the stairs at that time.

"Kyaah!"

Thud.

However, the expected pain never came. Haru blinked once. Perhaps the floor wasn't as hard as she thought it would be; rather it was cold, but soft? Then, she became aware of the pair of arms that pulled her closer the more she struggled.

She looked up to stare at the beautiful green eyes which looked right back at her. But he was so far away before….

Hayato slowly let her down while gently brushing her cheek with a free hand and gently smiling at the bright red flush.

Then, "What the fuck were you thinking?!" Anger filled his eyes as he tugged relentlessly at her cheek. If the situation was different, this would've seemed a comical scene.

"You," he hissed through clenched teeth, pointing an accusing finger at the girl, "are the first human I've ever met this stupid!"

Haru, of course, felt the pain from the rude pinching, but it was done with a certain care that wouldn't physically harm her badly. Tears flooded her eyes, even though she promised never to cry after Hana's death.

"What's wrong? I didn't hurt you too much, did-" There was a sudden rustling of cloth and he held his breath. The hand was immediately withdrawn and Gokudera stood in awkward silence as she sobbed silently while clutching on to his shirt once more.

His raging thirst was forgotten temporarily.

Reborn Omake: Meet the Squalo

Squalo: Vooi! It's about time I make my appearance, you damn author!

DBSG:……who were you again?

Squalo: What?!

Haru: Do I know you? I feel like I've met you before, but I can't quite remember.

Squalo:(grits teeth) I was the one who tried to kill you earlier.

Haru: Ehh? Are you sure, I thought that guy had shorter hair…wait no, that's Gokudera. Didn't you have black hair?

Hibari: No, you fool. That's me.

Haru: Oh yeah.

Hibari: (turns to Squalo) So who were you again?

Squalo:...you just met me 30 minutes ago….

Gokudera: I think his name was Francis or something….

Squalo: Nani?! (Gets into an anger fit)

The following content can (once again) not be viewed for the fact that this story is still rated T and the author is just too damn lazy to change the rating. Frik! This story is not beta'd at all so i apologize if i pissed you off with my faulty grammar