Fic 'Becoming a Mafia Boss's Wife' /Haru
Title: Becoming a Mafia Boss’s Wife
Author/Artist: chaernotwasted
Rating: PG-13 (just to be safe; for implications)
Warnings: Vague spoilers for the most recent chapters
Prompt: I-89. Tsuna/Haru/Xanxus - Choosing; "Two weddings, two grooms, one bride"
Word count: 1,254
Summary: A photo found in the future makes Haru rethink her position on becoming a mafia boss’s wife, but in the end it’s the only thing for her.
The trip to the future was a blessing and a curse for Haru. She saw pictures of her dreams come true that the older Yamamoto had not done a very good job of hiding. She was no longer Muira Haru but Sawada Haru. The wedding seemed to be everything she had ever planned from the flowers to her dress…except no one was smiling happily. They smiled, but there was no joy in it not even on her lips. Confused and disappointed she shoved the album away from her. It slid too far and spilled to the floor. Ashamed of her childish actions for once, she picked it up and resettled the photos until a sudden sharp pain split her finger. A paper cut… She took out the hidden paper behind the photo and opened it.
Haru,
I am sorry to have to ask what we discussed with you, but Kyoko-chan wishes not to be a part of the Family any longer. She fears for the outcome of this battle that has begun more than the rest of us.
If you are still agreeable, Reborn has arranged everything. Thanks to you, the Vongola will hopefully go on. I am sorry for the way this has to be done.
Vongola Decimo, Sawada Tsunayoshi
It is not hard for her to understand then why no one smiled joyfully. She kept her knowledge tucked away in her mind and shored up Kyoko’s spirits whenever she could even after they returned triumphant to the past. She is determined to make her friend strong enough for Tsuna-kun.
At first she did it because she thought she loved him and wanted him to be happy…but later it was more because of the secret letter burning a hole through her mind. She had taken it back with her as a constant reminder, that and the photo of the disappointed smiles. Whenever she saw Tsuna do something particularly hero-like, something that made her heart flutter she would take out her wallet and look at the picture, read the letter, and know he wouldn’t love her.
She threw a huge party when they become engaged and something in her breathed a sigh of relief when everyone’s smiles radiate happiness around the room.
It did not occur to her that she had altered her own future to one of loneliness until they leave for their honeymoon. She wandered the base in Japan slowly digesting that she gave him away. She had had him. She had proof that he was hers and she chose to give him up. The giddy feeling in her stomach left her laughing nervously for an hour until Gokudera (chain-smoking worriedly) threatened to send her to the hospital hall.
Instead, she granted herself a vacation and took off to study fashion for a while in Italy, but she kept the letter and the photo in her wallet as a reminder of her strength. By sheer coincidence, she bumped into him one day at a private fashion show with the best models in Italy. She did not recognize him in a suit (so different from white shirts, feathers, and black leather) until he took out his gun and fired into the air. Then she wondered how she ever forgot what he looked like.
The Varia swarmed the show taking it over completely. Apparently, it was Lussuria’s birthday and, of course, the Varia never did anything in halves. The various guests and the audience are shuffled into the corner as they wet themselves, but Haru wriggled her way to the front to say hello to the green haired diva.
It takes a few minutes for them to be sure of her identity, (second-hand memories were muddling after all), but once Squalo broke Yamamoto’s eardrums with a phone call she’s offered a seat in the audience right next to the oversized throne that seemed to appear out of nowhere to hold the lounging Varia Boss.
In between applauding and laughing with Lussuria at his outrageousness she found herself watching the lazy seeming man next to her. She remembered the battle from the future, (and the quick but too late covering of her eyes) but fear never occured to her once. It’s a bigger surprise somehow than even their arrival when Lussuria demanded for her to live out the rest of her stay in Italy in the Varia castle. Xanxus did not even bat an eye as they clear out and she was drug along behind.
They are even wilder at home she soon discovered and it was not long before she had rigged her bathroom with traps befitting of her intelligence to serve a certain prince his just punishment while she showered peacefully in Lussuria’s rooms. When Squalo disturbed her ‘Haru-Time’ he regretted it for the entire month it took him to get the orange nail polish out of his hair. She managed to help Fran work out three varying poses for each and every occasion in only two hours of practice and she laughed at Levi when he tried to intimidate her.
A terrorist threat closed Japanese airports for all, but private and screened planes two days before she is scheduled to go home. She had her suspicions when Lussuria ordered in sushi, but he could have been just trying to cheer her up. Tsuna offered to fly her home on the private plane but she turned down his offer claiming it wasteful.
While waiting for the flight to be rescheduled Belphegor challenged her pride as a woman and as Vongola by claiming she cannot hold her liquor. Unfortunately, for him she can drink everyone in Tsuna’s side of the Family under the table. Unfortunately for her…the Varia were of a whole different caliber.
She did manage to stay on her feet longer than the prince, though, and that was her goal. It’s the walk back to her room that does her in. She found herself lurching through the nearest doorway and curling in a rather comfortable chair.
The entire time she was there Xanxus couldn’t decide if the woman was even more of an idiot than those trashy guardians or if she just had no survival instincts whatsoever. He didn’t give a shit either way but the thought had to cross his mind when he found her curled up in the bottom of his arm chair. The thing swallowed her small form and if he hadn’t wanted to sit in it himself he would have liked the way she looked. As it was he dumped her on the floor and took his chair back. Haru never answered a drinking challenge with the Varia again.
She did, however, frequently seek out that throne wherever he had last had it carried and curled up in it with a book or to take a nap whenever he was gone to a meeting or on a mission. Originally she had thought he took the same one with him all the time but actually there were quite a few he had broken in over the years…and her favorite was the one with the cracking leg that never traveled anywhere. The problem arose then because it was his favorite, too.
Eventually mutual respect for good leather apholstery led to dinner and light drinking (for her), in between thrown steaks Haru decided she was still going to be a mafia boss’s wife; Xanxus was still the Varia’s Boss, after all.
Six months later she burnt the photo and the letter to replace it with a picture of her own happy wedding.
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Author/Artist: chaernotwasted
Rating: PG-13 (just to be safe; for implications)
Warnings: Vague spoilers for the most recent chapters
Prompt: I-89. Tsuna/Haru/Xanxus - Choosing; "Two weddings, two grooms, one bride"
Word count: 1,254
Summary: A photo found in the future makes Haru rethink her position on becoming a mafia boss’s wife, but in the end it’s the only thing for her.
The trip to the future was a blessing and a curse for Haru. She saw pictures of her dreams come true that the older Yamamoto had not done a very good job of hiding. She was no longer Muira Haru but Sawada Haru. The wedding seemed to be everything she had ever planned from the flowers to her dress…except no one was smiling happily. They smiled, but there was no joy in it not even on her lips. Confused and disappointed she shoved the album away from her. It slid too far and spilled to the floor. Ashamed of her childish actions for once, she picked it up and resettled the photos until a sudden sharp pain split her finger. A paper cut… She took out the hidden paper behind the photo and opened it.
Haru,
I am sorry to have to ask what we discussed with you, but Kyoko-chan wishes not to be a part of the Family any longer. She fears for the outcome of this battle that has begun more than the rest of us.
If you are still agreeable, Reborn has arranged everything. Thanks to you, the Vongola will hopefully go on. I am sorry for the way this has to be done.
Vongola Decimo, Sawada Tsunayoshi
It is not hard for her to understand then why no one smiled joyfully. She kept her knowledge tucked away in her mind and shored up Kyoko’s spirits whenever she could even after they returned triumphant to the past. She is determined to make her friend strong enough for Tsuna-kun.
At first she did it because she thought she loved him and wanted him to be happy…but later it was more because of the secret letter burning a hole through her mind. She had taken it back with her as a constant reminder, that and the photo of the disappointed smiles. Whenever she saw Tsuna do something particularly hero-like, something that made her heart flutter she would take out her wallet and look at the picture, read the letter, and know he wouldn’t love her.
She threw a huge party when they become engaged and something in her breathed a sigh of relief when everyone’s smiles radiate happiness around the room.
It did not occur to her that she had altered her own future to one of loneliness until they leave for their honeymoon. She wandered the base in Japan slowly digesting that she gave him away. She had had him. She had proof that he was hers and she chose to give him up. The giddy feeling in her stomach left her laughing nervously for an hour until Gokudera (chain-smoking worriedly) threatened to send her to the hospital hall.
Instead, she granted herself a vacation and took off to study fashion for a while in Italy, but she kept the letter and the photo in her wallet as a reminder of her strength. By sheer coincidence, she bumped into him one day at a private fashion show with the best models in Italy. She did not recognize him in a suit (so different from white shirts, feathers, and black leather) until he took out his gun and fired into the air. Then she wondered how she ever forgot what he looked like.
The Varia swarmed the show taking it over completely. Apparently, it was Lussuria’s birthday and, of course, the Varia never did anything in halves. The various guests and the audience are shuffled into the corner as they wet themselves, but Haru wriggled her way to the front to say hello to the green haired diva.
It takes a few minutes for them to be sure of her identity, (second-hand memories were muddling after all), but once Squalo broke Yamamoto’s eardrums with a phone call she’s offered a seat in the audience right next to the oversized throne that seemed to appear out of nowhere to hold the lounging Varia Boss.
In between applauding and laughing with Lussuria at his outrageousness she found herself watching the lazy seeming man next to her. She remembered the battle from the future, (and the quick but too late covering of her eyes) but fear never occured to her once. It’s a bigger surprise somehow than even their arrival when Lussuria demanded for her to live out the rest of her stay in Italy in the Varia castle. Xanxus did not even bat an eye as they clear out and she was drug along behind.
They are even wilder at home she soon discovered and it was not long before she had rigged her bathroom with traps befitting of her intelligence to serve a certain prince his just punishment while she showered peacefully in Lussuria’s rooms. When Squalo disturbed her ‘Haru-Time’ he regretted it for the entire month it took him to get the orange nail polish out of his hair. She managed to help Fran work out three varying poses for each and every occasion in only two hours of practice and she laughed at Levi when he tried to intimidate her.
A terrorist threat closed Japanese airports for all, but private and screened planes two days before she is scheduled to go home. She had her suspicions when Lussuria ordered in sushi, but he could have been just trying to cheer her up. Tsuna offered to fly her home on the private plane but she turned down his offer claiming it wasteful.
While waiting for the flight to be rescheduled Belphegor challenged her pride as a woman and as Vongola by claiming she cannot hold her liquor. Unfortunately, for him she can drink everyone in Tsuna’s side of the Family under the table. Unfortunately for her…the Varia were of a whole different caliber.
She did manage to stay on her feet longer than the prince, though, and that was her goal. It’s the walk back to her room that does her in. She found herself lurching through the nearest doorway and curling in a rather comfortable chair.
The entire time she was there Xanxus couldn’t decide if the woman was even more of an idiot than those trashy guardians or if she just had no survival instincts whatsoever. He didn’t give a shit either way but the thought had to cross his mind when he found her curled up in the bottom of his arm chair. The thing swallowed her small form and if he hadn’t wanted to sit in it himself he would have liked the way she looked. As it was he dumped her on the floor and took his chair back. Haru never answered a drinking challenge with the Varia again.
She did, however, frequently seek out that throne wherever he had last had it carried and curled up in it with a book or to take a nap whenever he was gone to a meeting or on a mission. Originally she had thought he took the same one with him all the time but actually there were quite a few he had broken in over the years…and her favorite was the one with the cracking leg that never traveled anywhere. The problem arose then because it was his favorite, too.
Eventually mutual respect for good leather apholstery led to dinner and light drinking (for her), in between thrown steaks Haru decided she was still going to be a mafia boss’s wife; Xanxus was still the Varia’s Boss, after all.
Six months later she burnt the photo and the letter to replace it with a picture of her own happy wedding.
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