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Chapter Five

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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: Hi! I'm here. Summary in the process of being changed

Edited, summary change as of 08/27/17.)

Where is he? Breathing deeply, Haru runs. Her eyes are scanning every direction with the hope of finding Angelo's figure. I should be close, he should still be walking. There is something she wants to confirm with him before she returns his jacket. It can't wait. I can't wait. She tells herself this and runs a little faster, searches a little harder. Turning right and left, Haru finally catches sight of Angelo's collared shirt. "Found you, desu."

Feeling triumphant, Haru goes in his direction and calls out loud for him. "Angelo! Angelo!" She shouts and smiles when she watches Angelo stiffen for a bit before turning around. His eyes widen in surprise to see the small Japanese woman. A smile graces his face then.

"My foreign friend." He speaks in English. She giggles at this.

"Hey." She says with a bright smile. "I umm..." What do I say? Haru berates herself. She didn't think this through, something she finds that she does often the past couple of days. "I... Wanted to thank you." She began slowly, forming the words she was going to say in her mind. "For picking me up last night. I realized that... It could have been anyone. But it was you and... Thank you." Haru gives Angelo a low bow, which startles him.

"It's okay, what are you doing child?" He asks while trying to stop the small nineteen year old from bowing any lower. She looks up at him, confused.

"I'm thanking you?" This is more of a question than it is a statement and Angelo scratches his head with a free hand.

"Is that how you thank people where you're from?"

Hahi, Haru you dummy! She forgot about culture differences. Haru replied with a nod. "Yes, I'm from Japan." Angelo nods his head.

"This is my first time meeting a Japanese person. Your way of saying thank you is very...polite." Angelo chuckles. The teen feels her cheeks flush but she fights the feeling down. Instead, she focuses her attention to the box he got from the bakery instead. Much to her horror, the moment she does, her stomach gives a large growl. Angelo chuckles some more.

Her face grows hot. "H-Hahi..." Mortified, her hands go immediately to her stomach. The young woman honestly cannot believe that this is happening and that she has embarrassed herself again.

"Hungry?" Angelo lifts up the box filled with pastries. "I was on my way to eat this, would you like to join me?" Haru's reply is immediate.

"Yes!" Her eyes sparkle with childlike joy. "I love sweets!" Angelo watches Haru with amusement. Her brown eyes don't stray from the box in his hands.

"Well, come then." Angelo motions for Haru to follow him. She listens but gives him a questioning look. He notices it before winking. "I have a special spot I go to when I eat these."

A special...spot. Haru is reminded of a memory she had growing up. It happened before she met Tsuna and the others.

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"Please don't cry." Angelo, age seven, begs Skye as she is crying. She turned eight two days ago and he forgot to wish her a happy birthday. It couldn't be helped though, he was really sick and tried to talk to her yesterday but she didn't want to see him. They're standing in front of her home (which is three houses away from his) and he finally has her in front of him. She's taller than he is right now, painfully so. He doesn't like looking up to her, especially when she's crying. There is a box in his hands that he has in front of him. It's sloppily wrapped but he worked hard on it all last night just for her.

He takes one hand and tries to touch her. "I'm really, really, really sorry." He's tone is sincere and sad. So sad, Skye looks up and is surprised to see Angelo almost crying too. His face is pink and his eyes are turning red. She begins to feel guilty and wipes at her cheeks with her hands. She's in a green dress that reaches just below her knees while Angelo is still in his Batman pajamas. She let's Angelo grab her hand. "I didn't mean to miss your birthday. I was really sick and only got better yesterday morning." He explains and Skye can't hear even a hint of a lie in his voice.

"So you... You're still my friend?" She asks him. Angelo sniffs and nods his head. He hands her the ugly wrapped box. "What's this?" She asks as she takes it from him. Skye has stopped crying and is looking at the box with curiosity.

"It's your present. I couldn't buy you anything so... So I did my best to make you something instead. Oh, before that... I wrote you a letter too." Angelo reaches into his pocket and brings out an uneven folded piece of paper. It's the regular lined paper they use in school but Skye still takes it with care. As she opens it, she reads it out loud.

Dear Sky3,

Im s0rRY I m3sseD youR B-Day. hapy beelated ONE. YouR speshal spOt is NEXt to M3.

- YouR bestest frend, Angelo

He still can't write or spell well. Skye giggles at the attempt. She doesn't see Angelo's face light up as she does so. She then opens the box and is surprised to see food inside. It's bread but it doesn't look pretty. It's a little clumpy looking and doesn't look good to eat at all. There's a dark kind of filling inside but it's so terribly done that the filling is mostly inside the box than it is inside the pastries. Skye still takes one of them out and eats them.

Her eyes widen with surprise. "It's good." She admits truthfully. Skye gives Angelo a long stare. "You really made these for me?" He nods his head.

"They're called sfogliatelle. It's an Italian dessert." He looks up to Skye and is pleased to see her eating another one.

"It's my favorite." She says this cheerfully, her tears drying up. Angelo is so ecstatic by her joyful reply that he begins to sway on his feet. Skye laughs. "You're so weird. By the way," she motions to the letter she received, "what do you mean by a special spot?"

The little boy perks at this. "Oh, I asked my mom. She said you might be sad that I forgot and that I should make sure you know that you're my best friend still. So then I thought... That your special spot is next to me." Skye looks confused when he says this. Angelo shrugs his shoulders. "I'm not sure what they mean either. But my parents say that a special spot is a spot where you can always tell one person stuff and be there for each other. So I wanted you to know that even if I forget your birthday," Skye glares at him, "which won't happen again..." He adds. "Your special spot is next to me. I'll be your best friend forever."

Skye smiles at Angelo's sincerity. He was always so thoughtful and kind to her. "S-Say something?" His voice interrupts her thoughts. She's surprised to hear him be nervous.

"That's kind of... Weird though, don't you think?" The eight year old tilts her head cutely and this makes the boy sigh. He feels strangely disappointed but shakes it off.

"Never mind, stop talking."

Angelo leads Haru to a rocky shore somewhere a bit off from where the little city is. She shivers a bit. It's cold. She notes and wishes that she brought a thicker jacket. The brunette looks to Angelo and frowns. He only has that shirt on. "Aren't you cold?" She asks him, her accent thick and full as she speaks.

Angelo shakes his head. "No, I don't mind the cold." He tells her.

That's a lie. Haru knows that winter is Angelo's least favorite season. She worries for him and he can see it on her face once he looks at her. He gives her a tiny smile.

"Don't mind this old man." He tells her. They share a spot close to the water. It's a large rock, big enough for them to share. Angelo carefully places the box between the two of them.

Strategic. Haru is sure he places the box in between them so that they're not too close. This saddens the usually cheerful woman. The Angelo in her memories is always sincere and warm and everything kind and loving. He's different towards me. I'm not Skye. Haru realizes this and sucks in a breath. That dream I had... She remembers the feeling from this morning clearly.

It was more than a memory for Haru. For the first time, it was like Haru living that moment. It wasn't Skye, it was her. Haru felt everything. The pain, the fear, the sadness, the regret and the love. It's quiet between Angelo and Haru. They don't touch the box yet. She won't touch it until Angelo does and he's staring out to the water. She looks out with him.

The ocean is quiet and peaceful. It splashes gently against the rocks and recedes just as gracefully. Trouble begins to stir in Haru's heart. She's trying to figure out how to approach Angelo without giving away everything she knows. If she were being truthful, never in her wildest dreams would she ever think she'd meet him in real life. Haru brings her knees to her chest and hugs herself. "Angelo, what makes this spot so special?" Haru begins here and hopes for the best.

"It's my favorite place to think." He admits. The crinkle around his eyes crease as he says this. "To be honest, I don't know why I decided to let you follow me." The honesty in Angelo's voice is raw. "You just remind me of someone from a long time ago." There is longing in his voice and Haru can hear the loneliness echoing in his voice as he says this. Her heart breaks and the voice that is usually inside of her is strangely quiet. The older man turns to Haru and gives her his full attention. His dark eyes narrow and Haru gulps.

He looks dark all of a sudden. She has never seen him like this in any memory she's had and she's not sure how to feel about it. "If you don't mind me asking... How do you know my name? I don't recall telling you it since we've met." Haru feels her heart stop.

Hahi...

"WHAT?" That's Hayato over the phone as he talks with Takeshi. The swordsman traveled back to the home of the nameless man that helped Haru and began searching for any kind of information about him that he could find. "You said his name is Angelo?" There is genuine surprise in Hayato's voice as he asks this.

"Yup." Takeshi confirms this as he looks through some of Angelo's personal belongings. He's found an ID, some notes, a passport and was currently going through some books he found. "He seems like a clean kind of guy. I can't fault him for anything really. Seems to be a genuine, kind, hard-working civilian." Takeshi closes the book and puts it back exactly the way he found it.

"Hmm... Well keep searching." This is an order. Takeshi looks to his partner in crime, Ryohei, and rolls his eyes. The white haired man in his Vongola suit is sitting in a chair by the dinner table. He groans when Takeshi does that because that means Hayato isn't giving up just yet. "There has got to be something about him that connects to that stupid woman."

The raven haired man chuckles. "Don't be the suspicious, jealous, overprotective boyfriend Gokudera." He then quickly puts Hayato on speaker.

"I'm going to hang up and if you so much as utter something as ridiculous as that again, I'll kill you." Hayato hangs up which leaves Takeshi and Ryohei roaring in laughter. They stop too soon and continue their search. Ryohei is walking in one of the rooms of the small house while Takeshi is looking for anything that could give away the man knew Haru.

Which he doubts because as far as he knew, Haru has never left Japan in all her life until she came with them to Italy. He opens drawers, inspects the corners of the house, the walls for any safe. There's nothing. He does feel strange though because he notes that there are no pictures in the house. It's a warm kind of place but it also feels empty. Takeshi turns thoughtful for a moment. It isn't until Ryohei calls him to the room that he thinks he's onto something.

He enters the room. "What is it?" Questions the swordsman. Ryohei lifts up a few photo albums. "Oh ho ho." They begin to look through them.

Much to their surprise, it's filled with old photos. Really old ones. But they're taken with great care. A lot of them have Angelo in them. From childhood to adulthood. Takeshi notes right away that next to him is always a girl. She's pretty cute. He thinks as he looks at her. She grows up right alongside Angelo and he can tell that their close. She's a pretty tanned girl with bright eyes and long black hair.

The further and longer they look at the photos, the more Takeshi begins to notice something amiss about them. "Hey nii-san, do you see what I see?" He nudges the older male.

"How the girl isn't in any more photos when he's older? Yeah, I noticed." Ryohei doesn't look bothered by it, but he does look sad. He continues to search through the album he has until something fall out. "Oh shit." He curses as a little clang sound echoes inside the room. Bending down, Ryohei picks up the item that dropped.

It's a pretty silver band. It's a little plain but also a light little thing in his hands. Ryohei takes a closer look at it. What's this? He thinks as he feels there is something inscribed on the inside of the ring.

Ti amo, il mio posto speciale

"Let's go." That's Takeshi as he closes the album he has. Ryohei subconsciously places the ring in his pocket before nodding his head. He places all the albums in a box where he found them and puts it back where he last saw it. "As far as we know, he's clean. Just an ordinary Italian guy." Stated Takeshi as he and Ryohei begin to leave the small house.

"Are you going to tell octopus head that?" Ryohei asks the younger mafia member.

The swordsman in question nods his head. "Yeah. Then this guy should be okay." The young men are now walking in Italy's streets. They stick to the shadow and away from prying eyes. They are careful with with their surroundings just in case anyone suspicious happened to pass their way. "To be honest, all Reborn wanted us to do was follow Haru around. I wonder why Gokudera is hung up on this guy."

Ryohei gives a deep chuckle. "It's because he likes Haru-chan."

"Yeah, that has to be it." Takeshi adds in with the laughter. They both know that deep down, Hayato wouldn't date Haru even if she were the last person on earth. But she was family and Hayato was as loyal as a dog to family. That included Haru, much to said man's dismay.

Takeshi then remembers the night that Haru was found by the old man who he now knew was named Angelo. It was a stroke of luck that someone kind enough like him found her. Takeshi had followed them all through the night and was impressed with the gentle attention Angelo had towards a stranger. He was going to swipe Haru from his care but the moment he was about to, Haru had woken up. The minute she laid eyes on Angelo, he could have sworn nothing but tender affection filled her and she almost looked like she was in love with him.

Or knew him. He wasn't too sure now that time has passed since that night.

"Sucks to this old fellow." Ryohei mutters under his breath. Takeshi hears it and can't help but agree. Once Hayato has his eyes set on someone, it will take a lot to get him to turn away from his focus. And having the younger Italian's focus wasn't a good thing, especially if you seemed to pose a threat to someone in the famiglia. The Rain Guardian just hoped that he would say just enough for Hayato to make sure that this guy wasn't suspicious in any way. He'd hate for the old man to get into an accident.

For Haru's sake, he would try to protect Angelo.

"Oh, I see." Angelo smiles and Haru is so thankful he bought the lie she just told him. "That's some real luck you got there." He pats her on the back and Haru strains a laugh.

"Yeah, I know. Ahahahaha!" Nervously, she waits for it to go quiet before waiting to ask Angelo something very important. The moment it does, she attacks. "Umm, I have a request to ask of you." He looks at her from the corner of his eyes and waits for her. Haru feels her throat grow scratchy and she finds herself losing nerve already. She steels herself against the uncertainty she has with Angelo. "Would you... Please spend tomorrow with me?" Her voice comes out higher than she wants it to and Angelo's troubled look makes her feel uneasy.

"I'm... Too old for you." Angelo says this carefully, watching Haru with wary eyes. She flushes and slaps her forehead.

"Hahi, no! That's not what I meant!" Shaking her head, she looks at Angelo with embarrassment. "Har-I mean. I was to thank you, cleaning a jacket isn't enough for thanks. Or bowing low." Pouting, the brunette activates her large puppy eyes. Angelo winces a bit. "I may seem overbearing now, but I promise... Please just give me the chance to thank you properly."

Angelo goes over Haru with his dark eyes. She's a young girl who honestly looks sincere. She's such a small thing in a large sweater. Angelo has been alive for many years and he likes to think he knows enough to judge someone's character.

As those puppy eyes are really doing her a favor.

A smile crosses his face. "Alright then, if you reeeally insist." He teases and takes the box from in between them. Haru uses this moment to scoot just a little closer so she can see what's inside the box. There is a deep rumble coming from Angelo and Haru takes note that he's chuckling. "Such a curious one, aren't you?" He grins at her. Haru flashes him one to match.

"I really like sweet things." Is what she says. Angelo nods his head as he slowly, painfully slowly, opens the box. She doesn't realize it but drool pools quickly at the corner of her mouth. Angelo looks away, not having the heart to tell her.

"I knew someone else who really liked sweet things too. You remind me of her a bit. She would act just the same way if she saw something sweet she could sink her teeth into." Angelo tells this with contentment. Haru perks at this.

Could he be talking about Skye? She thinks and bites her lower lip. He has to be. "Who is this person?" She dares to ask.

"Someone very dear." Angelo evades and Haru bites her lower lips, saying nothing more. Not until Angelo opens the box and she gets to see what is packed inside. Haru's eyes grow wide. "Do you know what these are called?" He picks one of the pastries that has a berry filling. It's bread, baked neatly and has no clumps or bumps in them. "It's called a sfogliatelle." He explains with a smile. "It's an Italian dessert, a favorite of mine. Have you tried one before?" Haru just shakes her head, speechless as she is given one. "It's really delicious."

"Thank you." She whispers. As she takes a bite, Haru is pleased to find out that it is indeed very delicious. It's a soft bread with just enough filling inside. It's also still warm. However, despite its sweetness, she feels just a little sad. Haru flashes Angelo a smile despite the lack of sweetness she feels on the inside. "It is delicious." She tells him.

Angelo nods his head, happy that his young companion liked the pastry. A thought occurs to him then. "If you don't mind me asking, your name?" Haru stills at this.

"Uhh..."

"I think it's fair enough to say that meeting twice like this makes us friends." There is a light air about that and Haru feels her heart swell with pride for some reason.

"My name is H-"

Skye.

"Hyūga Sora." She lies. "First name is Sora."

"Sora?" Angelo looks interested as the name rolls off his lips. "That's a pretty name. What does it mean?" Haru winces but decides that if she is ever going to confirm her belief today, right now, she'd have to lie. She needs to know the truth. If Skye is...

"Sora means *Skye. My name means Skye."

Haru watches carefully as Angelo's eyes widened. She could see the sharp pain that flashes through and heard the harsh intake of breathe. Angelo grows quiet and then he gives her a warm smile. In that smile though, she feel his sadness and longing. Mist seems to gather in the corner of his eyes but Angelo is quick to laugh it away. Her heart breaks for him.

"Skye? That's my favorite name."

That's all Haru needs to hear as she gives him a slow nod. "Yeah, I like it too." So she... She's really gone, huh? Haru takes a rough bite into the Italian dessert and tries not to show the tear that managed to roll down her face.

(A/N: Ugh, this is mostly a filler chapter. I'm trying to move this story along because I don't like dragging it on and on and on.

Ti amo, il mio posto speciale means I love you, my special place (how romantic Angelo lmao)

Also, *Skye, I know that Sora translates to Sky (without the letter "e") but I'm not sure if this makes much of a difference. Here, Haru uses it because that's how she knows Angelo knows the name Skye.

Lastly, I hope everyone knows that whenever Haru talks to Angelo, she's speaking in English. Because she doesn't speak Italian and he does not speak Japanese. Whew, please review and let me know how I'm doing.)