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Chapter Four
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Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman! Reborn.
Warning: OC and everyone loves Haru (except maaaybe 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: Summary may subject to change, lol.)
"Th-Thank you, desu." Haru says shyly as she takes the mug from Angelo. He gives her a curious look and Haru mentally slaps herself. Of course! She thinks. Angelo doesn't speak Japanese. She begins to squirm under his thoughtful gaze. "G-Grazie." The brunette says the only Italian word she knows. Angelo smiles and it grows quiet between them. Hahi, what do I do!? Haru wants to ask him about Skye and about their life. She wants to know where Skye is. Perhaps she is sleeping?
Contemplating fast, Haru remembers that Angelo speaks English. He and Skye were the reason she took classes when she was growing up (her first few memories with them were more than confusing). It's worth a shot, right? Clearing her throat, the Japanese young woman begins to speak. "D-Do you speak English?" Angelo perks up at this and his eyes brighten even more.
"Yes I do." His voice is deep and clear. Haru gets flustered because she can tell right away Angelo doesn't have any accent when he speaks. Insecure, she shoots him a small smile before looking down into her mug and gasps.
Inside the mug is hot cocoa. This is Skye's favorite drink. He must be stacked with cocoa because Haru knows the Polynesian girl loves hot cocoa so much when it's cold.
"Not to pry, but why were you lying on the ground in the middle of the night?" Angelo breaks Haru's train of thought with his question. She glances at him with pink tinted cheeks.
"U-Uh... I fainted." She stuttered. That was... SO lame. Angelo chuckles which makes Haru grow embarrassed. He see's it before clearing his throat.
"I know you fainted. But why were you walking around in the middle of the night?" To add to her embarrassment, Angelo already sounds like a scolding father. She doesn't like the tone he has with her because Haru is feeling so much more than a daughter to him. He's the one she has always wanted to see.
I've always wanted to see him again. This is a faint voice she hears and Haru isn't sure if it's hers or not.
"I, umm... Wanted some fresh air?" She says this in a questioning tone. Angelo only raises a thick brow at her causing her to flinch. "I mean... It was so nice out. And..." She can't finish her thought and one look at Angelo's face makes her feel defeated. He definitely wasn't buying her story. Haru sighs deeply. "I don't know what I was doing." She admits and slumps. "I was looking for someone." Haru takes a sip from the mug.
This isn't a lie.
But Haru isn't too sure what Angelo would think if she told him she was looking for him. She can just imagine it. Here she was, a stranger to him, someone he found outside on the ground. He took her, the stranger, in and now she was going to throw in his face that she was looking for him? So suspicious, desu. Haru is against it as she continues to take small sips from her mug.
She notices that on the tray is a simple piece of toasted bread covered in raspberry jelly. Haru smiles at that. It's another one of Skye's favorites. "How old are you?" She asks Angelo, out of the blue. This seems to startle the older man but he answers none the less.
"I'm 59 years old."
"PFFT!" Haru accidentally spits out her cocoa. Angelo gives a shout of surprise but Haru is too shocked right now to feel embarrassed again. She starts to cough roughly and she brings a hand to bang on her chest. Angelo is quick on his feet (despite his age, Haru adds mentally) and is patting her back to help soothe her. "H-Hahi?! Sorry!" She apologizes in Japanese before going straight back to English. "I... You don't look 59 years old." She quickly adds.
Angelo is the most youthful, good looking, fit, and healthy 59 year old she's seen. "You look around mid-40's, desu." This comment makes Angelo chuckle softly.
"I guess so." He begins to sit up from the bed. "You can stay here for the night if you'd like." He states. Haru watches him intently as he moves closer to the door. "Or I can walk you back to where you're staying." That makes Haru stiffen.
Kyoko, Chrome, Bianchi, and Reborn's face appear in her mind. She feels a little sheepish that she forgot the kind of people she was staying with. No doubt, there was a search party out for her if Reborn or Bianchi had any say. "What time is it?" She inquires in a high pitched tone.
"A bit past two in the morning." He answers and looks back at Haru. "Do you want to go back now?"
She nods. "Yes, the people I'm staying with are probably very worried right now." Haru places the tray on the dresser beside her and opens the blanket. Angelo turns his head away immediately. "Hahi?" She whispers and gives the old man a curious gaze. She can tell that he is adamantly refusing to look at her. Angelo even appears to look a little flustered as his ears turn pink. He's shy, why? "What's wrong?" She asks, worried she might have done something wrong.
Angelo coughs into a fist remains facing more towards the door. "I'll go get you... A long jacket." Haru raises a brow and is about to ask why until she looks down at her lap.
Oh my... Her black skirt that she was wearing is still torn and is showing a fair amount of inner thighs and red laced panties. Haru can feel her face burn and she quickly flips the blanket onto her lap. "H-Hahi..." She whispers to herself, mortified that Angelo has seen her in such a state. She's thankful that he doesn't ask about and he quietly leaves the room in search for a jacket long enough to fit her petite frame. Sighing deeply, the brunette waits patiently for Angelo to re-enter the room. She can't help but notice that even though she is beyond horrified at the moment, she is also strangely content.
"You live quite the distance away." Angelo notes and chuckles as he follows Haru back to the Vongola manor. She giggles nervously as they begin to approach the trail which leads up to the large and supposedly hidden away can't-be-seen-by-the-common-folk mansion. So far, Angelo has been quite the comfortable company. He tells her many things about Italy. About it's food, it's people, it's language, the many scenes she should visit before she leaves. And Haru likes it.
She can't help but feel he's distant though.
No matter what he tells her, he hasn't mentioned Skye. He doesn't mention his childhood or his family, he doesn't mention his younger adulthood days or where Skye is. He doesn't say if he has any children or grandchildren even and this unnerves her. As comfortable as she is around him, Haru is unsure about why he isn't saying anything concerning the memories she has of him.
There was also no pictures in his house. She wants to ask Angelo but isn't sure how to come about it.
"Anyways, what about you?" The old, Italian man asks her, purely interested in what she has to say. Haru blinks cutely at him.
"I am staying with a few friends here..." She replies with a strain smile. "This is far enough actually." Haru tells him as she doesn't want to give away where the Vongola headquarters are. If anyone in the family knew just how far she took Angelo in, there would be consequences, no doubt. Even Reborn probably wouldn't spare her.
Still, her heart flutters when the fifty-nine year old gives her a worried look. "Are you sure? I don't mind seeing you home safely." Haru feels her cheeks turn pink again.
Please stay with him...
"Yes, I'm sure." She answers despite the voice that echoes inside of her. I have to find out what that is. Haru brings the jacket she is wearing closer in the middle. It's a long and warm old vintage jacket in dark green. This shade of green is Angelo's favorite, notes Haru. "I'll return this to you." She promises. "In two days, where you found me?"
Angelo looks surprised for a moment but he smiles. "You can keep it." He tells her. She giggles.
"Are you always this kind to a stranger?" They both laugh at this. Haru stops walking and gives Angelo a kind look. "But no thank you. I want to return this." So I can see you again. She thinks. Angelo nods his head softly before a crunch is heard. Both individuals swing their heads before them and Haru is surprised to see Hayato. He's dressed in dark red pants and a black shirt. His silver hair is tied into a low pony tail and the nineteen year old is giving Angelo a wary look. There is a little bit of hostility in his deep green eyes and Haru frowns at it.
"Haru, come here." He speaks in Japanese to her. She nods her head before looking up to Angelo. He is staring at the younger Italian man with a gentle look.
He's not bothered by Gokudera-san. Good. As she turns to look back at her kind-of-a-friend-not-really-a-friend-more-like-an-acquaintance, she gives him a hard look. Hayato doesn't bother with it and ushers her to come to him. Huffing, Haru quickly hugs Angelo around his waist. She doesn't see how both men's eyes widen at her open display of affection. She's too busy hearing the heartbeat of Angelo to care.
She lets go quickly. "I'll see you later then." She whispers to him and walks quickly next to Hayato. He doesn't spare her a glance.
"Grazie per aver portato la mia amica a casa. (1)"Hayato says this in a rough voice towards Angelo. There is no sincerity in it at all.
"Il piacere è tutto mio. Ha detto che stava cercando qualcuno, spero che la trovi quella persona." Angelo replies before leaving. Haru and Hayato watch as he walks down the path and they don't leave until he's out of sight. Once he is, Hayato whirls around and glares at Haru.
"You idiot." His Japanese is sharp and Haru flinches back. "Where the hell did you go?!" The silver haired man is angry that the moment no one is looking at Haru, she takes off. He was furious when he went to check on her and found that her bed was empty. Not wanting Reborn to know about it, Hayato sent off a small search party consisting of some of his men, Ryohei, Takeshi, and himself. His anger diminishes though as he watches Haru's lower lips tremble. He nearly groans at the sight because he knows from all the years they spent arguing, that's the look she takes when she is upset with the way someone speaks to her.
Taking a deep breath, he questions in a more relaxed tone; "Why did you leave in the middle of the night?"
"...Haru went for a walk."
"Woman..." His voice reached that tone again and Haru rolled her eyes.
"Haru was just..." She finished the rest of her sentence under her breath.
Hayato scowled as they began walking. "What was that?"
"Haru was just looking for someone, desu." She murmurs this but Hayato heard it clearly. His brows furrow close to his eyes.
"Who? Everyone is back at headquarters." Hayato grows bothered by this. That's exactly what that old man had said. He gives Haru a scrutinizing stare. She's silent but if one looks closely at Haru's eyes, they'd be able to figure out what she's hiding. It's just trying to get it out of her is the problem.
Then Hayato remembers holding Haru as he and Chrome raced back to the mansion. That name she was saying... He thinks to himself, trying to put two and two together. "Who? Angelo?" He tests the name out. To his surprise, Haru's eyes widen and there's a glow to her face. A pink hue starts to surround her. No fucking way... Hayato gives Haru the stink eye and she catches it. Instead of scolding him, as usual, she turns her face away and feels embarrassed. "Who the hell is Angelo?" The younger man finds himself saying with annoyance. He's really ticked off at this new find.
Haru snorts. "As if Haru will tell you, Bakadera." She retorts.
"I think I should know, dumb idiot." He bites back at her with narrowed eyes. "I spent most of my night looking for you!"
"No one asked you to!" She quips back.
They argue all the way to headquarters, up the stairs, and even to Haru's room door. They're loud too but if they wake anyone, no one gets between them and says anything. "You damn woman, go to bed and stay in there!" Hayato is shouting at her and Haru is shouting back.
"You can't tell Haru what to do! And Haru's name is NOT WOMAN!" She opens the door to her room and enters. Before closing it, Haru twirls and glares fiercely at the silver haired man. There is a thick silence passing between the two before she snarls. "Good night, idiot man." With that, she slams the door in his face. Hayato's face is red from anger and irritation that she got the last word this round.
A deep chuckle comes from down the hallway and Hayato feels his ire grow even more. Slowly, trying his best to keep his cool, Hayato comes face to face with Takeshi who is dressed in his mafia suit. His hands are behind his head and his face is smiling. The raven haired boy is relaxed and he gives Hayato a cheeky grin. "You and Haru get along so well, as usual."
"Don't even fucking start." Hayato rubs a tired hand over his face. He then glares at the tall swordsman. "Weren't you following them earlier?" Takeshi grins at this. "Why didn't you just up and out with Haru and rendezvous back to HQ? I had to meet them before they came all the way up here." The tall and lean man shrugged his shoulders before stuffing his hands into his pocket.
"I don't know. Haru looked like she really liked him, I guess." Takeshi gives a thoughtful look towards Hayato. "Kind of like that look she used to give Tsuna."
"He's someone's grandpa." Hayato points this out. "He could be my grandpa, for fuck's sake."
Takeshi laughs. "We all know what happened to your grandpa."
"Shut the hell up." The silver haired man snaps. "Ugh, whatever. I want a report of everything you saw and heard tomorrow morning."
"Alright then." With this, the two go their separate ways.
"...AY! MAYDAY! MAYDAY!"
Screams are heard and fear grips my soul. This can't be happening right now. The tears streaming down my face are hot and wet. The only thing keeping me together right now are not the face of the man I love. The one I so desperately wish to see. It's the two hands I have holding in my own as we're huddled together. Marx is ghostly pale and the woman next to me, who I learned her name was Ada, is sobbing just like me. Marx has his other hand reached out for her so she can hold him.
"Wir werden es nicht schaffen. (2)"Ada sobs in German. I look to Marx for translation and he grimaces.
"You don't wanna know." Is all he says. My heart breaks at the sight of tears that are in the corner of his eyes. Before I can say anything, he speaks, his voice a bit broken and hoarse. "Hey... That man you love... He'll miss you, right?"
Oh God yes. The tears come harder and for a moment I can't breathe. It's not me I'm worried about. After this, there will be nothing left. But I am leaving someone so precious behind I can't bear the pain. He will be crushed and heartbroken and I won't be able to do a thing. He's going to be so sad... The words don't come out though and all I can do is nod my head while holding on tighter to the hands in my own. Marx, with his hazel eyes, starts to cry.
"I ran away from home and took my parents money because I was mad at them." Marx looks to Ada. "Ich bin eine schlechte Person." Ada just shakes her head and presses his hand that she has to her forehead.
"Eine schlechte Person hält nicht die Hände der Leute." Ada gives Marx a watery smile and he breaks down. Sirens are going off and all I can do is hold these two close to me.
"Will... Will my parents miss me? Will anyone miss me?" I hear Marx out loud. He's not asking anyone in particular but I know the words that will save him.
"I'm sure they will." I say softly. It's so quiet between the three of us now and we look at each other, helpless.
"How can you be so sure?" He asks. He whispers this but I can hear it clear as day.
"I'm not. To be honest, I don't know much about you. But I will say this. I'll miss you." I show him a watery smile and then look to Ada. "I'll miss you too." Ada breathes out one last laugh. Marx just looks at us, like a lost child. I think of the man I love the most.
The one who I want to see and wrap my arms around him. The one I want to kiss and marry and have children and great grandchildren with. The one who I was going to tell him that I loved him. We haven't kissed properly yet and all the missed chances between us go through my memory. I'm going to really miss you. I wish there was more time. If I'd known this would happen... And then I remember.
"What other girls?"
"Finally..."
"I want to kiss you now."
"I have something to tell you too."
"So come back, okay?"
All of those times were precious and I wouldn't have changed a thing. I'm not sure what wells up in me, if it's sadness or happiness or just a mixture if both. But I laugh. "Heh... Hee hee heh." I look at Ada and Marx. I can't hear the screams and cries of the other people. I don't see anyone or anything beyond these chairs and these two faces near me. There's nothing but a quiet and peaceful feeling filling me now.
"I miss you already and you're not even gone yet."
"Looks like I'll be going first." I look to Marx and Ada and for some reason, I can't see them. The tears in my eyes are blurred so much that I can't make out what's in front of me. I speak to them but the words aren't directed at them. It's not for them. "I miss you already." And I close my eyes.
Everything goes white.
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I have just one wish.
Please, before his life is over...
Let my feelings reach him.
Somehow.
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"Wake up Haru."
Brown eyes flutter open and a sense of loss and longing linger in Haru's heart. That... Was more than a memory, wasn't it? Her heart beats steadily and Haru feels a little more certain of where the voice she hears comes from. Her own sadness, Haru's own sadness, overwhelms her. It... Can't be. She can't believe it. Breathing slowly, the brunette groggily gets up and rubs at her eyes.
"Haru-chan?" A voice nearby asks. Looking up, Haru is surprised to see Kyoko who has a tray in hand. On it is pancakes, eggs, bacon and little kitten mug. The strawberry blonde female hands Haru the tray and she takes it gracefully. "You're awake. You woke up pretty late today." Kyoko says this in good cheer and Haru is somewhat thankful that Hayato hasn't mentioned to anyone about her absence last night.
"Hahi? What time is it?" She asks and begins to munch on the bacon. Haru peers inside the kitten mug and is surprised to see that there is hot cocoa inside. She isn't sure if she's happy or a bit disappointed now.
"It's a bit past noon." Answers Kyoko who climbs into bed with Haru and takes one of her fried eggs.
"Heeey!" Haru shoots a playful glare which causes Kyoko to laugh. She's sitting on top of the blanket with her legs crossed. Haru notes that Kyoko is dressed rather warmly. Haru is also in a change of clothes. She's in her dark gray sweats and a loose, long sleeves white shirt. "Hahi? My clothes."
Kyoko clears her throat at that. "I changed you and am currently sowing your skirt. What happened to your skirt, by the way? It was all dirty." Haru gives a nervous laugh.
"I played before I went to bed." She laughs awkwardly but is so thankful that Kyoko doesn't question it and accepts that answer.
"Makes sense."
"Yeah." Haru smiles. Thank goodness she's so air headed. The two eat her breakfast together and take turns drinking from the mug. Haru notes that Kyoko made enough for the both of them to literally share and eat. "So what are we doing today?" Haru asks.
Kyoko's eyes brighten. "We're going to this reaaaaally good pastry place I've found when I was with Reborn!" Haru's face mirrors Kyoko's and the two shine like diamonds. "Real. Italian. Desserts." Kyoko adds to emphasize the importance of what she's saying. Drool seems to come out of their mouth a bit.
"Haaaahiiiii. What are we waiting for?!" The two young woman jump out of bed and get ready.
"Wait!" Kyoko stops before she reaches Haru's door. Said girl jumps, startled. "Who will be our translator!?" Willingly. This isn't said but Haru knows what she means. A smile appears on her face.
"Who else can't say no to the both of us?" She smirks and places her hands on her hips. Kyoko giggles with a slight deviousness to it.
"Oh."
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"Voi due siete crudeli! Tu sei due sorelle più vecchie! Sei fortunato che ti amo tanto quanto altrimenti sarei allenato con Reborn e Bakadera. (3)"Lambo speaks in rapid Italian but Haru and Kyoko don't mind the words he's saying. They both know that Lambo would never say anything mean about them. They are dressed in casual clothes. Kyoko is in white jeans with a pink top with a white scarf around her neck. Her hair is longer and reaches her shoulders so she clips half of it back with a clip. Haru is wearing a long, thick purple sweater with dark jeans underneath. Her hair is longer now, reaching around her waist and is pulled into a pony tail. Lambo...
He's nine years old now and his hair had mellowed out over the years. It's still curly but the tips are wavy. His thick hair is no longer in an afro. He still wears cowboy print clothes despite the two older girl's attempt to have him outgrow it.
But if ten years later Lambo wears them still, they ought to know it's a lost cause.
"There it is!" Kyoko links her arms with Haru as she points to a small, square building. It's by no means larger, Haru's house is bigger. But one peek inside the display case and she can feel her mouth water again. They don't notice Lambo who is looking at them with a bit of disgust.
Why is their one true love always sweets? Lambo shakes his head before rolling his bright green eyes. "Come on," he starts in Japanese, "let's go get your sweeties." Lambo digs in his pants pocket and brings out a black card. Haru notices this and narrows her eyes.
"What is that?" She says in a suspicious voice. The little boy raises his nose in the air a bit, feeling proud.
"It's a card full of money. All Guardians get one." He chuckles and crosses his arms. There is a gleefulness to him that Haru can't be sure where he gets it from. "Go ahead Haru-nee and Kyoko-nee. Buy whatever you want. I'll buy it all." Haru and Kyoko squeal and hug and kiss the little boy, much to his satisfaction. Lambo's face goes pink at their attention.
Soon after they shower him with praises (which was his true aim), the three go inside and Lambo interprets to the cashier the what the girls want. Haru and Kyoko go to sit down in a table near the corner of the room and closest to the display cases inside the small bakery. Kyoko praises this little place and it makes Haru grow excited. She shares in her best friend's happiness and can't wait to try real Italian desserts.
"We should have brought Hana and Nana-san." Kyoko sighs dreamily as Lambo begins to sit down in the empty seat at the table. "Definitely next time, you'll really like this place."
"Haru is so excited~!" Sings the brunette.
As they chatter, something catches Haru's eyes. Her brown eyes go wide with realization and she can feel her heart beat fast. Inside the same bakery is Angelo. He's dressed nicely in dark pants and a blue collared shirt. Angelo talking to the cashier and is taking a small box from her. The girls behind the counter gives him a warm but sad smile as she does so and he bids her a farewell. Haru watches Angelo leave and disappear outside the door.
Angelo!
The cry in Haru's heart startles her because it feels like it's shouting. She remembers this morning and is suddenly filled with a weird type of sadness and happiness. Before she knows it, Haru finds herself taking off after Angelo, leaving Kyoko and Lambo behind. I've got to catch him! Her small figure dissolves into the crowded streets of Italy.
"Haru-chan!" Kyoko calls out in vain. Said girl is long gone before Kyoko and Lambo even have the change to get up from the table. This makes her frown. "We didn't even have dessert yet." Kyoko looks down at Lambo. "Let's find her Lambo-chan. Haru-chan couldn't have gone far."
Somehow, I doubt that. Lambo groans and nods his head before walking over to the cashier. He asks her if they can instead deliver it to a certain address (another small home located in the small city for Vongola purposes). With that, Lambo grabs Kyoko's hand and they leave the small bakery in search for Haru.
(A/N: We're gonna end that there. Here are this chapters translations.
(1) Thank you for bringing my friend home.
My pleasure. She said she was looking for someone, I hope she finds that person.
(2) We're not going to make it.
I am a bad person.
A bad person doesn't hold people's hands.
(3) You two are cruel! You two are bad older sisters! You're lucky I love you as much as I do otherwise I would be training with Reborn and Bakadera.)
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Omake
"You bitch." Hayato is pissed off first thing this morning. "Where the hell is the report?" He is glaring at Takeshi who is lounging on a long seat in the large common room. He is looking more relaxed with each passing second.
"Well... You said to give it to you first thing tomorrow morning. It's not tomorrow yet." He laughs at the dumbfounded expression on the silver haired man's face. Then he rolls his eyes.
"That's not what I meant! Hurry up, give me a verbal report then." Hayato nags until Takeshi sighs and sits up from his spot.
"Fine." Hayato mentally congratulates himself on his. A small smile began appearing on his face. "I first saw the old man as he picked up Haru, I followed them to his place. When I was about to take her away, Haru woke up, made googly eyes at the old man, he gave her food and they talked. I'm not sure what they said but then he took her home." Takeshi explained in more detail how Haru seemed more than comfortable with the stranger. He didn't want to intervene because the man was nothing but kind to Haru. As he was saying all this, he watched Hayato's face and was more than amused to see the Italian man's smile fade and his left eye twitch.
"Googly eyes?" He asked bluntly.
"Is that all you took from that?" Takeshi laughed. "Then I guess I should skip the part that the man was kind enough to not look at Haru's skirt which was ripped open. She was wearing red panties."
Hayato growled. "I want that man's name. I want to know everything about him and have him followed 24/7. You'll be the one doing it." That being said, he angrily left the room. Takeshi sighed.
"What have I gotten myself into?"
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