bakerstreet | 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.

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...I'll love you for a thousand more.

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{Haru thinks it's a little sweet how Xanxus's commanders move around him alternately taking orders and fussing over him. Even if she thinks it's cute the way Lussuria frets, she's careful not to laugh. She knows how huffy the men can get, and when she thinks more about it, watching Ricardo---Xanxus be injured is never going to be funny in her book. Her fingers twitch towards her his hair after it's grown and she pulls the extra elastic off her wrist offering it to him even as she takes his arm and they head towards the car.}

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.

{He takes up the space next to her and it's hard not to sling an arm about her shoulders and pull her close. In the past, he could remember riding in carriages like that. One arm wrapped about her, watching the country go by. But after what she had seen, even if she was willing to come and stay at the headquarters with him, he's a little reluctant to do such familiar things with her.}

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.}

{Haru, for her part, has absolutely no reservations about leaning against his shoulder once he slides into the car. As far as she's concerned the moments after the fight removed the first couple levels of personal boundary between them for a while.}

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.

{There might be a ghost of a smile upon his lips. He can't help it. Though he's tired and though he had just been through quite a bit, something about her makes him smile. He's not sure if it's her or memories of a woman who always brought joy to his heart, even when there was none left to be had.}

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.

You might regret that! I've had throwing lessons from Yamamoto-kun!

{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.

If you insist. I suppose I just didn't want you to overwork yourself. It's been a pretty hard night.

{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.}

I definitely insist. It's not overworking at all. The night was surprising and a little difficult, but you did all the fighting. I'm used to doing stuff like this. We don't have the same kind of set up and extensive Family in Japan, a large part of the reason why I want to work in Italy, so a lot of the basic stuff like cooking falls on everyone's shoulders no matter how powerful or higher ranked you are.

{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.}

[ He won't argue further with her. A nostalgic note in his heart tell him that he's probably never won an arguement with her. If she insists, it's just best to let her do what she wants. He's not in the mood to fight her anyway. Instead, he just rests a little, barely resisting the way he wants to put it over her shoulders and pull her close again. They aren't like that anymore. They are different people. He has to keep the two lives separate.

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.]

I have died every day waiting for you.

So when I take too long, just talk about Ricardo???

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