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I have died every day waiting for you.
![]() I have loved you for a thousand years... Some say that if a pair of lovers die together in tragedy, they will get another chance when they are reborn. Even if the two of you keep losing each other, you'll get to meet again. This meme is that meeting. For the first time? For the hundredth time? That much isn't clear. What is clear is that on this, your seeming first meeting - Everything rushes back to you. Memories, emotion, and all the comes with it...including the memory of how you two died. Overwhelming, isn't it? Some people find it hard to accept, for good reason. What will you do? You can't just bring it up, they'll think you're crazy! Maybe you don't want to bring it up, as you refuse to believe it yourself. And even if you do believe it, that doesn't mean you have to embrace it. You're your own person, after all. You refuse to love someone merely because of who you were in the past. Or maybe you can't help but let these feelings rise to the surface because they're too strong. No matter what, you can't repress it. In fact, the more you two meet and spend time together, the more you find yourself falling back into the old roles...and making the old mistakes. That isn't good, though; there's one more thing. One of you, when you first met, had a vision about how the two of you would die this time. You can't let that happen. Not again.
...I'll love you for a thousand more. |
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Even with the way the compliment through her off, she was still plotting based on what he was offering. It was essentially, to put himself not exactly at her beck and call but definitely volunteering for anything she might be involved in. It was the perfect opportunity.}
Actually, your presence and approval could solve a problem I've been having. I'm looking to move my center of operations to Italy to better handle our international trade rather than being on the far side of it in Japan. If you're willing to lend the support of the Varia, through allowing me to live in your territory, Tsuna-san can't protest me moving away from all of the Guardians.
{She laughs quietly to herself. She's been dealing with the constraints of international travel and jet lag for years because Tsuna was determined to run things from Japan, and while it was all fine and good for the Boss to move everything to himself, the actual process of trading and selling goods wasn't as flexible.
The added bonus, of course, would be getting a chance to see each other often, and maybe figure more of this out.
She huffs and rolls her eyes at him when he pulls a gun on his Sun guardian to make sure she's treated first. It's a bit of a shell shock dealing with the combined blur of energy, muscles, and color that is Lussuria while trying to keep from dropping or shedding Xanxus's coat, but Haru manages it. She then promptly shoos Lussuria back up to Xanxus, ignoring the incredulous looks the man was passing between his leader and herself.
It takes her a couple of minutes to climb out of the crater by herself, but she manages without any further injury. After only a couple moments of consideration about her place in this situation and what she should be doing, she takes a quick selfie and sends it to Gokudera-kun as proof of life, safety, and just to annoy him. She stops Squalo-san when her phone number and is only slightly more deaf by the time they've arranged for information to go to her first rather than the main Family in Japan.
Eventually, she feels that she's done everything she can to be sure their dinner won't be interrupted by idiots wanting confirmation of her safety, or other business, so she takes to hovering just outside of Lussuria's work range and watching as the sun flames knit Xanxus's skin back together.]
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Instead, he puts up and shuts up and will deal with the hair growth that came from the after effects, even if until he could deal with it, it made him look even more like his past self, that dark tail spilling down his back.
He sees his people off and makes his way to the girl still left behind. Without thinking, he offers an arm in order to escort her away. Surely the car they came in has been hidden somewhere. If the driver is gone, he'll be happy to drive her.]
You would love Tuscany. The Varia's front yard is Florence. Our headquarters is at your disposal until you find a place suited to your needs. I'll make sure you're given noise canceling headphones.
[And he'll beat the hell out of any of his underlings that have a problem with that.
He gives her the smallest smile and once they found the car in, he once more opens the door to her. There is another awkward smile and he nods for her to get back in.] Haru.
So when I take too long, just talk about Ricardo???
For your hair. I can cut it for you when we get back to where I'm staying.
{She'd comb her fingers through it and remember playing with it in such a length from days long, long, ago, but then she'd cut it off for him, because they aren't those people that they were.}
For all my traveling and trading, I've missed out on a lot of beautiful parts of Italy, I feel like. My tour consists of docks and warehouses. I'll start making the move as soon as I can.
{She chuckles as she slides into the car.}
I think I'll only need the headphones to sleep. Otherwise, it will just mean the workplace is lively.
Re: So when I take too long, just talk about Ricardo???
I promise you I'll fix that problem for you. I'll show you so much of Italy, you'll be sick of it.
{And not just the Varia territory, but the rest of the country. No one would be stupid enough to attack them unless they were like those he just fight. He would be happy to punch their one way ticket to hell. But he doubted it would happen often and Haru would get to enjoy an extended vacation.}
You haven't heard Squalo sing in the shower. I even soundproofed that shit and you can still hear him.
{He busies himself with pulling back his hair in just the fashion as his former self might have before settling again] I'll be certain the guest room is ready for you.
{He'll call Bel the second they arrive at Haru's temporary home. He'll get bitched at by the lazy prince but eventually, Bel will do as asked. And strangely, he actually is looking forward to having Haru in his home, if even for a little while.}
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I think it will be very hard to get sick of it. Especially in your company.
{She loves Japan and always will, from the cute of her favorite desserts, and the deceiving simplicity of their traditions and architecture, but there was something about Italy, about the light contrasting with the hidden dark, the glamour versus the dirt, she can't resist it.}
Squalo-san's lungs must be incredibly strong indeed.
{She watches him do up his hair and has to blink and look out the window for a moment to clear the strange past after images from her eyes. It really wouldn't be good for her to reach up and run her fingers through it. }
Thank you for your hospitality. I'm sure I will enjoy my stay.
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He does. It's terrible. But if he's too loud, I give you blanket permission to throw things at him.
{Not that he thought she would, but just talking about this, about having her in his home, even for a short time, makes him feel a bit warmer. Makes him make such flippant comments about his right hand man and their working relationship.}
And I should probably thank you for yours. If you're still willing to feed me, that is. You've had a hard day of it and you should just relax. I'm sure I can arrange something to be brought to where you're staying and it can be ready when we arrive.
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{Then again, Squalo probably was used to Yamamoto's arm. Xanxus himself was sorely mistaken if he thought Haru wouldn't actually throw things if she had permission. She had definitely gotten things stuck in Lambo's hair more than once, and that was when she was being kind.}
Nuh-uh. No takeout. Not tonight. I don't want to see any more strangers near either of us tonight.
{Reflexively, without thought she presses harder against his side thinking about ghost memories of Spade and unfamiliar people parading in and out of their home.}
I'm more than happy to cook. I already know what I'm going to make. If you really want to though, you can get me lunch tomorrow.
{She pauses then realizing--}
Well, I mean, if you aren't needed back early in the morning.
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{He lets her press against him. He keeps telling himself that they're not those people anymore, but the feel of her right there is too nostalgic to ignore and also too nice. If he was in any less control of his own faculties, he might have pulled her between his legs to rest his chin on her head. But he has far more control than that.}
Then I'll get you lunch tomorrow before I need to head back. It's not like I don't set my own schedule when I feel like it. It wouldn't be the first time I decided to do whatever the hell I wanted just because I felt like it.
{And this is the one key difference between them. He can remember his schedule once ruling his life. Everything down to the smallest detail was accounted for. He was Boss of the Family during a time of war. He didn't have time for playing around. Spade had him busy almost constantly. Only she managed to ever get him to rearrange things. Because his Chiara always came first.}
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{Nothing about her words are a complaint, just the simple truth of how they'd grown up doing everything for themselves in middle school and high school and it had just continued that way once they graduated despite their greater responsibilities in the actual Family.}
You know your work the best. I'm not going to shoo you away as long as you feel you can stay.
{She'll have to leave eventually, to supervise the move of her main stock, and the few people she does have to Italy, but for a little while, she definitely wants to stay with him.}
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He resists until they are almost at her safehouse, but by the time they arrive, he does have his arm over her shoulder in a way that's far too familiar.]
I suppose this is our stop.
[Of course he'll get out first to make certain it's secure.]