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Chapter Two

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Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman! Reborn.

Warnings: OC and everyone loves Haru (except maybe Gokudera and Tsuna).

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Summary: Seeing memories of someone else from her childhood and up till now, Haru has a chance meeting with a man who is always present inside those moments. Now, the young woman sets off on her own personal journey to reunite two hearts. But what of the girl that the memories they belong to? What of her heart?

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(A/N: Edited on 6/29/17. See second author's note at the bottom for mini translations.)

"I hate that man!" Haru grinds her teeth together as she continued to stomped away. It wasn't even ten minutes when they landed on Italy ground that she and Hayato had already gotten into it. He had gotten her so riled up, tears swelled in her eyes. Not one to let people see her cry, she said the nastiest thing to him she could think of before quickly leaving the Famiglia. The last voice she heard was Kyoko's who yelled out to her.

Even now, tears prickled her eyes and Haru brushed them away. People who passed by her looked to her with concern and tried to ask her about it. They gave up once they noticed she couldn't speak Italian and wished her the best of luck (she thinks, Haru is pretty sure no one is mean enough to wish them ill things if they're crying-unless you're Hayato of course).

And here, she found herself outside the airport with her three bags of luggage that she has no idea how she managed to carry them at once. She's dressed in jeans and a long gray coat with a black purse on her. Unfortunately for Haru, the coat isn't doing much for the coldness Italy has greeted her with. She's freezing and hungry and still angry at Hayato. Closing her eyes, the young woman takes in a deep breath.

"This SUCKS!" She screams while ignoring the stares of innocent bystanders. "I hate Gokudera-san, he's such an idiot! The biggest jerk on this lovely Earth! That man is the lowest scum of scum. Dumb idiot can rot in Hell for all I care!" She says this in one long breath before sighing deeply. The anger is quickly diminished and Haru shakes from its exhaustion. The tears she had in her eyes finally roll down her cheeks.

"Now Haru is lost." Groaning, she brought out her phone to see missed calls from Kyoko and Chrome. No surprise there. Before she could call them back, her eyes began to hurt. Oh no. Not now. Dropping her phone to the ground, she rubs her eyes as they start to sting. Before she knows it, her vision turns black.

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"Skye!"

I know that voice anywhere. Turning back, Skye is delighted to see Angelo walk up to her. There's a rush in his step and the moment he reaches her, he wraps his arm around her waist. Giggling, Skye brings her arms around his neck and relishes being in his embrace. Angelo is everything warm and kind to her. She loves him, she's sure now. And she's pretty sure he loves her too.

But she's Skye.

And he's Angelo.

So they take their time because they don't want to rush this.

They have all the time left in the world.

"Angelo." She coos near his ear and for a moment, his embrace tightens and Skye could almost feel the words spill out of his lips. However, they don't and that's just fine with her. She settles for the smile on his face once they let go. "Tell me how today went for you." She says. Angelo's eyes sparkle and he gives her a boyish grin which sets her heart a flutter.

"It's perfect now." He tells her. She raises a brow at this.

"And why is that?" She asks him as they link arms and begin walking. They're on her school campus and have a planned not-so-romantic date at a ramen place downtown in the city they live in. They're both dressed in a casual manner but for Skye, Angelo has never looked more handsome. It could be her eyes playing trick on her, but he was more good looking today than he was yesterday and she was sure he would be even more dashing tomorrow.

Angelo smiles, his dimple deepening. "Because I got to see you." He wiggles his eyes and she smacks the young man's arm.

"Angelo, you dog!" She throws her head back and laughs. She laughs her heart out and when she comes back to look at him, her breath catches in her throat. If only to stop her heart from flying out, Skye glances away and feels heat creep into her cheeks. He's giving her that look again. That lovely look that makes her heart beat fast and makes her legs feel like jelly. Coughing a bit into her arm, Skye manages a cheeky look at him. "Do you say that to all the girls?" She teases. Angelo's smile grows deeper, if possible, and Skye's not too sure if she can handle his answer.

"What other girls?" He whispers softly.

Heaven have mercy on my heart. Red face, she smacks his arm.

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It takes a while, but Haru feels the pain from her eyes slowly subside. "Grr... I hate when this happens in public." She mutters to herself. Luckily, no one hears (and if they did, they most likely don't understand her). Despite her irritation, Haru couldn't help but find the memory sweet.

The 19 year old has been receiving little tidbits of memories ever since she was small. They come and go and happen whenever they feel like it. Haru has never told anyone because it was her secret to keep. Besides, who would believe her? She attempted it once with her father but he didn't pay much mind to it. As far as he knew, Skye and Angelo were just two people in a make believe world. They're not real, they just happen. It could be a condition but when she researched it, people seemed to pass it off as something supernatural.

Which, considering the people she knows, probably can't be too far fetched.

At age 13, when she was really curious, Haru had tried looking up any information about Skye and Angelo. Apparently, even at that age and being the daughter of a high esteemed mathematician, going off of just names was a hard thing to do. She doesn't know much about Skye and Angelo.

Just their names. That Skye was from the pacific islands, she had one sibling and two parents, and that she loved to write and read. All she knew of Angelo was his name, where he works, what he loves, and that all his time seems centered around Skye. She knew they were in love.

Madly, deeply in love.

They'd make a romantic love story. Haru tells herself as she finishes rubbing her eyes. In her heart, she knows they're real. She just doesn't know why she keeps seeing their lives at random points in time.

"Haru-chan!" A hand grabs at her shoulder, forcing the dark haired woman to quickly turn around. To her surprise, it's Kyoko who finds her. She's out of breath but there is relief in her caramel eyes. "Thank goodness I've found you!" Kyoko hugs Haru before letting go just as fast. "Please don't take off just like that." Kyoko lectures with worry.

Suddenly feeling sheepish, Haru nods her head and agrees. "Haru is sorry." She apologizes.

This makes Kyoko give a faint smile. "I know you and Gokudera don't get along well." An understatement of the year. "But he's the only one out of us who came on this flight that speaks fluent Italian and will be our biggest help while we stay here. Do try to get along?" She pleads with a little pout. This makes the brunette giggle before nodding her head.

"Okay." She sighs and picks up her luggage with Kyoko's help. "Haru will try." Kyoko winces a bit at the lack of sincerity in her best friend's voice as she says this. Somehow, it feels like her words regarding a fiery Storm Guardian went over her head. "Which way is Tsuna-san and the others?" Asks Haru. Kyoko points in the direction she came from.

"That way."

Silence is passed between three people.

Haru.

Hayato.

And poor, poor Chrome.

Everyone else is split up into different groups. One led by Bianchi, another by Lambo, and the last; Reborn. Naturally everyone was grouped with a fluent speaking Italian member. Only why Haru was paired in Hayato's group was the better question. The three have been standing near each other in a busy plaza for the past fifteen minutes.

They hardly spoke a word to each other. Chrome had tried but was quickly discouraged by the cold air in between the other two. This annoyed one Haru Miura greatly that the right hand man could be so stubborn. Still, remembering her agreement with Kyoko, Haru sucked in a breath. She painted a smile across her face just for the raven haired girl. She was rewarded with Chrome easing up and smiling back.

Thank goodness. She thought and readjusted her eye patch while smoothing down her skirt.

"Neh, Chrome-chan." Haru linked their arms. "Let's leave Bakadera and go shopping."

Or maybe not? Chrome worriedly glanced at Hayato whose nostrils seemed to flare.

"Excuse me?" He growled. Haru paid no mind to him as she began dragging a reluctant Chrome. "Hey! Stupid woman!" He shouts as he keeps up with the two ladies. He's going off but Haru isn't paying any mind.

Let's see... She looks around, curious at the livelihood of Italy and where Hayato was raised. They're not far from headquarters but Haru has already decided she likes the town better than the huge mansion they're in. People of different skin, hair, ethnicity, all speak in rapid Italian and it's a bit overwhelming as she takes it all in for the first time. Houses and building are cramped together in a friendly way. There are bridges and a flowing river with boats going all kinds of ways. A lot of brick, tile, yellow and red. Mini markets are everywhere with old people and young people, kids are running around and there are many dogs with no leash.

Before she knows it, Haru let's go of Chrome and is running and exploring every part of Italy she can find. Hayato and Chrome struggle to keep up with her. They're stopped once an old lady offers them some cheese and that is when they lose sight of Haru. Chrome tries to bypass her but instead finds cheese in her hand. She looks to Hayato who is trying as politely as he can explain to the old woman that they're busy and are looking for someone.

After that little fuss is over, Hayato and Chrome are immediately on the look out. "Gokudera..." Chrome says in a nervous voice. The silver haired man feels a vein throbbing on his forehead before sucking in a deep, long breath between his teeth.

"I know, I know." He growls. There was a reason why people like Hana, Kyoko, Nana, and Haru were split up separately. They were still mafia members and just because Italy seemed to radiate romance and warmth, it was still dangerous for people like them. Hayato cursed and focused his deep eyes to search the crowds intently. Quickly, he got out his cell and tried to call Haru.

It takes several rings before going straight to voicemail. Sighing, Hayato looks to Chrome. "Dokuro, keep an eye out for anyone suspicious." He orders.

Chrome's eyes turn hard as she nods. "Yes."

"We're not gonna tell anyone yet. That stupid woman couldn't have gone too far." He reassures themselves and tries to call Haru again. However confident he may sound though, his heart isn't fully in it. Haru has a knack for surprising people and getting into trouble. He wouldn't be surprised if she forgot her phone at headquarters and was already nearing the other side of town by now. I'm going to kill that bitch when we get back. He swore.

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True to his suggestion, is Haru nearing the other side of town.

"Fiore?" A kid offers her several ruby red roses. He's can't be anymore than 13 and Haru shakes her head. She found herself at a boutique near the boats and was intent on riding one until the flowers caught her eye. It was a humble place with the most colorful flowers she has ever seen. Still...

"H-Haru is sorry. Haru has no money to take it." She's saying this in Japanese, hoping the boy would understand. When he tilts his head, Haru tries again and uses her hand. The boy grins and nods his head as if he understood her.

"Nessun denaro? Va bene, qui." He takes Haru's wrist in a strong grip, surprising her, and places them in her hand. She protest but is stopped by the boy's laugh. "Va bene, va bene." With his free hand, the boy Haru dubs as Rose Boy, brings another rose to place in Haru's hair. The flower suits her white skirt and soft pink top, held together by a red belt. "Magnifico." He breathes out and kisses Haru on the cheek.

"Uhh..." She blushes a pretty pink and steps back. "G-Grazie." She murmurs shyly and unsure if she pronounced her thanks correctly. Rose Boy's light brown eyes sparkle with mirth and he grins at her. Rather cheekily she may add. Mentally rolling her eyes, Haru bows slightly before taking off for the boats.

She takes great care in the way she travels as she doesn't want the rose to fall out of her hair. "Let's see..." Slowing her pace, Haru looks down narrow, brick paved street. How does one even ask to get on a boat anyway? Ugh, it probably needs money too. Much to her disappointment, Haru has no Italian currency on her. Yet.

"Perhaps there is a bank near here?" Haru wonders out loud. With a new destination in mind, she turns heel and walks around some more. She's not worried as she explores. It was regrettable when she noticed she forgot her phone on the bed while she was running, but Haru feels fine. It's so nice here. She thinks in awe.

Italy is very different from Japan.

While everyone in her homeland was raised to respect others and be polite, the people here seemed to live in it. Italy was alive, more alive than any place she had ever visited when she was younger. In fact, as Haru walks past a pizzeria place, a chubby man with a thick mustache and a tall, white chefs hat spots her and ushers her close. He hands her a slice of pizza, something she refuses immediately.

"Haru is sorry, she can't. Haru has no money." In the middle of explaining to the poor Italian man, Haru's stomach grumbles loudly. "Eep!" She squeaks and her hands cross her belly. Embarrassment floods her and her face heats up. The man chuckles before freely giving her a slice. "Grazie." She thanks with her face still pink.

He bids her a farewell and Haru continues on her way. In the corner of her eye is a little alley way which seems to be going down. Curiosity piqued, her feet follow down that path. The path goes down and under an arch with vines growing around it. However, the shimmer and light of water reflects on the surface inside. Haru runs down the little path and finds herself standing right next to the river that seems to flow throughout Italy.

Memorized by it, she squats and places a hand in the water. She's comforted by the cool touch. From a distance, there is an oncoming boat and Haru quickly takes her hand out. She wipes it dry on her skirt and immediately regrets it because her skirt is white and there's a little stain.

"Drats." Scoffing, Haru shakes out the rest of the droplets. To her surprise, her eyes begin to hurt. You're kidding! She immediately rubs her eye and is surprised to feel the pain quickly grow. Haru's eyes hurt so much, she struggles to keep balance. And her world goes black.

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"When will you be back?" Angelo asks Skye as they sit in a large park. It's nighttime and the moon is in a crescent shape as it illuminates the night sky. It's clear and the air is warm. There's no one there except them. Skye looks up at Angelo with eyes that rival the stars.

"In a week's time." She answers and warmth fills her. She's also nervous. "You know this, I've said this how many times." Skye stick out her tongue while the man next to her rolls his eyes playfully.

"A week is so long though." He suggests. Skye's not sure but she could have sworn that he sounded a little lonely. Her heart fills with love and she already misses him, even if she hasn't gone yet.

"Tell you what? I'll catch an earlier flight and come back in five days." She promises. Angelo perks at this and he grins boyishly at her. He wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her close to his chest.

"Just for me?" He questions, quite happily. The raven haired woman laughs and leans into his chest. She doesn't answer his question and it grows quiet between them. It's a comfortable silence and Skye is glad for it. Nerves fill her and without looking up, begins to speak.

"Angelo?" She inquires. He hums in response while tapping his fingers along her shoulders. The nineteen year old clears her throat. "When I come back, there's something I want to tell you." There. She breathes slowly. I've said it.

It takes Angelo no time at all to register the meaning behind her words and when he does, he tilts Skye's chin up to look at her. Much to her relief, the look on his face is exactly, if not, more than what she imagined. His cheeks are red and tears seem to brim in the corner of his eyes. His handsome face is mixed with longing, anticipation, realization, and a bit of loss. The corner of Skye's bow shaped lips twitch. "S-Say something?" She tries to lighten the mood.

She fails beautifully.

Angelo holds her close and whispers in her ear. "Finally."

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"Ouch ouch ouch." Tears are spilling from Haru's eyes but just as quickly as the pain arrives, it fades away. Immediately, Haru feels tired and drained. Shaking her head and wiping her eyes, she looks up and realizes that the boat which was approaching has now passed her. In the boat, besides the steer man, is the passenger. It's one man, fairly old looking from far away.

Her heart is beating in a strange way for some strange reason. Blinking tiredly, Haru squints her eyes to see.

The old man is handsome. Very handsome. With short, wavy silver strands and a clean cut. His skin is pale and there's familiarity about him Haru can't place. He looks at her with dark, worried eyes. Realizing that she was okay, he smiles warmly at her before looking away. Haru feels her heart stop.

There was a dimple on his face.

"No way." She whispers to herself in almost disbelief. Despite herself, Haru's heart suddenly starts to thump loudly in her chest. Something inside her cries out and tears are spilling out of her eyes. Not from pain, but there is a deep sadness about them. A sadness so deep, she doesn't know where they're coming from. Haru is certain they're not her own. But knowing this doesn't make the tears stop nor the sudden heartache go away. It intensifies and Haru can feel her heart nearly clenching with agony. "No way..." She says again.

The roses which were given to her drop to the ground and Haru follows shortly after, slumping to the floor. Her body doesn't move but she wants it to. More than anything, Haru wants to stop the boat with that man inside it. Please wait... She thinks desperately. I know that man. Haru is sobbing and the crying inside her increases.

Haru knows that man.

He's older, but she can't forget that smile. That dimple. Those warm eyes. "Please wait..." She weeps and she can do nothing except curl onto the floor. Her body won't move.

She's not moving.

"A-Angelo..." She breathes.

"Haru-chan!?"

"Oi, woman! Woman!?"

Those voices belong to Chrome and Hayato and they sound closer than ever. Hayato reaches her first and kneels beside her to bring her into his lap. He looks over the older woman and is shocked to find her in an immobilized state with tears running down her face. What's even more shocking is the look of heartache on her face. "Who did this to you?" He asks her as Chrome reaches the two. The petite Mist Guardian looks Haru over and glances around them to be sure they're safe. Hayato shakes Haru a little so she could look at him. "Tell me, who did this?" His voice sings with the promise of pain to whoever left her in such a state.

Haru finally turns to look at Hayato with such sadness in her eyes. Chrome gasps a bit herself and is holding onto her good friend's hand. "Haru-chan?" She says her name to urge her to continue. "What happened?" Haru faintly smiles.

"Nothing... Just tired." And she closes her eyes. Her world goes dark and the only thing echoing are the voices of Hayato and Chrome. There's only one face she see's in the dark.

And he's not there.

(A/N: That should do with chapter 2. Please, feel free to leave a review and tell me what you think.

Translations; Fiore is flower. Va bene, qui is It's okay, here. Nessun denaro is no money.)