Chapter Warning(s): Some crude language

Chapter Pairing(s): None

Disclaimer: I do not own HP or KHR, obviously.

Haruki, with a rare show of concentration, was focused on slowly adding exactly ten drops of basilisk venom into a green concoction - being extra careful due to the highly explosive nature of this potion recipe.

The reason for why he was making such a deadly poiso- ahem, potion?

Bianchi.

The arrival of the hitwoman in his sister's home made him remember a deal they had struck when Haruki was in his old information broker days, and when the Poison Scorpion was merely a wet-behind- the-ear rookie.

What the deal entails was, basically, Bianchi would retrieve a thumb drive 'Info Broker Harry' had lost by accident during one of his lazy days, and in return for said thumb drive, would give Bianchi 1L of deadly poison that could melt a person's innards upon consumption - a drop would work well in torture.

Bianchi managed after a month (pretty good for a newbie), and when she handed the thumb drive over, Harry just blinked, confused, before having a poisonous cake slammed into his face for 'being forgetful'.

Of course, that didn't make Harry remember such a deal, but after a not so gentle reminder by Death (who had come to visit and played his assistant for a bit), he ended up saying that she would get the poison after he made it.

Which he never did because Okaa-sama called him back to take care of his little sister and nephew.

Oh, and he did apply a seal to himself...

Now that he has a chance to fulfil his end of the deal, he would do so. Since he was active again, though yet to make an appearance just yet.

The timing was a little off. Maybe in another year or so after he collected all the data on newly formed Famiglias, rumours and gossip, and greenhorn Hitmen/hitwomen... etc etc...

Just as he was about to add the fifth drop, he heard his nephew's signature screeching. Thankfully, he had prepared for it, so he was unfazed and carried on. Maybe he should create and sell a customised T-shirt that says; 'Ignore the HIIIEEEs and carry on'. It would've definitely sold like hotcakes in Namimori.

At the ninth drop, however, his alarm clock of a nephew barged uninvitedly into his room (he should've locked his door), glomping him from behind. The teen clung onto Haruki's back like a koala, his grip unyielding.

"Ah..." Haruki let out a weak sound as he realised that he had accidentally released his hold on the vial of basilisk venom, causing it to land directly into his mini cauldron.

The concoction turned a ghastly colour, and weird sounds could be heard emitting from it. As Haruki stared blankly at his failed creation, the liquid started to bubble alarmingly as hissing sounds continued to rise in volume. Even the mini cauldron began to shake as if throwing a tantrum. To sum the whole thing up, it looked ready to blow up like his favourite poisonous fish.

Without wasting a second, he willed his magic to force the failed poison to evaporate, making sure that the gas does not reach his unguarded nephew. A human's insides would've melted immediately upon inhalation.

Now that he wasn't concentrated on his failure of a potion, he noticed that his nephew was actually crying silently, the back of his hoodie feeling damp.

Not knowing what had happened, and him being a total retard at comforting someone, Haruki tried to remember what was written on Death's handy dandy notebook on what to do.

When he found an answer written in Death's chicken scratch the entity called a handwriting, Haruki wanted to facepalm at the pillock.

'Find out the cause of the problem and get rid of it. I'll follow up here.' doesn't help in comforting someone, Death!

Haruki can't help but to sweatdrop at the useless contents of the guidebook and question the facts written on it. After experiencing over thirty years of being a human again, he acknowledged that Death's notebook was getting a little outdated... or to put it in an easier way; everything was written half-heartedly?

Haruki decided that this wasn't the time to question Death's knowledge (or lack thereof) on human life and reached a conclusion to just do what he saw others did. Time to show what he had learnt after living here for almost four decades!

... Hopefully, the dramas he suffered through were good references.

"Tsu-chan? Buddy? What's wrong?" Haruki greeted his nephew soothingly, his head turned to look over his shoulder so that he was seeing his nephew's head. He also decided to test the waters a little. "Did Lambo steal your cupcakes again? I can always make you a new one?"

The fluffy haired teen's shoulders trembled a little before the teen shook his head in a show that his guess was wrong.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Another shake of the head in negative.

"Were you bullied? I can sack Kyoya-kun on them?"

Another negative.

"Did a cockroach fly through your window again?"

Tsuna's grip immediately became borderline deadly, even if his face was still buried within Haruki's back

"Ok, no saying the name of those things 'cause it'll summon those hell spawns. Got it."

He was doing... not good. At all. In fact, he was doing exceptionally well in making this awkward for himself. And maybe causing Tsuna to hate him for being abysmal at human interactions.

That thought made Haruki desperate for a solution. Or Nana. Nana would've probably handled this better.

Whilst Haruki was lost in the sea of self-doubt, Tsuna's silent crying had turned into loud sobbing - even hiccuping due to how hard the boy was weeping.

Ah, he really fucked up.

With clenched teeth, he decided to screw everything and just do what he felt he needed to do.

He turned, carried the teen over to his bed, and placed the sobbing mess of his nephew on his lap, his arms wrapped around Tsuna in an embrace.

Whilst he made shushing sounds, he began to rock the teen, resting his chin on the fluffy head.

"Hush, child. I'm here. Uncle Hari won't let anything happen to you whilst I'm still around."

That, apparently, was the right thing to say, because Tsuna peeked at Haruki, eyes red and puffy. The emotions swirling in those chocolate orbs of his were unidentified by Haruki. All but one.

He was familiar with this one due to his previous job in the afterlife.

Extreme fear.

Haruki's eyes were icicles beneath his lids.

Who dared?! Who dared to cause this emotion to appear within his precious person's eyes?!

With a gentleness that was only shown to his most important people, he caressed Tsuna's brown locks and kissed the crown of the teen's head, trying to dispel the fear that was still apparent in his nephew's eyes.

"Hey." He whispered lovingly, warm emerald green meeting with shining chocolate brown as he brought their foreheads together. "There you are. I was missing those beautiful eyes of yours, buddy."

He could see the flush on the teen's cheeks, but he paid it no mind, knowing that Tsuna was easily embarrassed by these things.

"Do you want to talk about it? No? That's fine. You can tell me whenever you're ready. For now, why don't you accompany me to bed? I know it's still early, but I'm sure you're tired after a long day at school."

At first, Tsuna looked afraid that Haruki would force his problems out in the open, but when Haruki assured him that it was fine and that they could sleep together, the teen's eyelids suddenly felt heavy.

"Sleep, love. Don't worry about anything. I'll be here when you awaken."

As if Tsuna was put to ease, he fell asleep abruptly (in his uniform... urgh). His hands, though, were still grabbing a fistful of Haruki's hoodie in a show of not wanting to let Haruki go even in his sleep.

Haruki guessed that crying must've tire the teen out.

Since Tsuna was now in Morpheus's safe embrace, the warmth in Haruki's eyes vanished, murderous thoughts clouding his mind.

It was at this moment of time that the door to his bedroom was knocked. Haruki wanted to dismiss the person away, but they seemed to have read his mind because they stepped in without waiting for his permission.

The infant's fedora was slanted downwards, shadowing half of his face and giving him an unapproachable appearance.

"Sorry, Reborn-chan. Tsu-kun isn't in the right state of mind to be tutored right now. Let's have today be a day off for both of you? I'm sure Lambo would love to have more time to play with his friend."

Even though his voice was soft and he phrased it as if he was making a suggestion, there was a hint of warning to comply. Haruki did not want the sadistic not-baby anywhere near his nephew - especially when Tsuna was currently at his weakest thus far.

Reborn tilted the tip of his fedora with a finger, an apologetic and regretful expression on his face. Haruki didn't know if it was true or false due to how experienced the hitman was with acting. And how inexperienced Haruki was with humans in general (apart from those he interacted with, the rest of humanity remains a mystery to him).

"I pranked him too far. You have my apology, Haruki-san."

For the first time in front of someone other than his family, Haruki's eyelids lifted, void black clashed briefly against cold emerald green, an instant connection was formed, unaware and left sleeping until the future.

He could see that Reborn was frozen by his death glare, but their eye contact remained - as if the not-infant wanted to convey his sincerity. Haruki mentally commended the hitman for not shitting himself right there and then. His glare would've been able to make a lesser man shed tears and run back to his mommy.

After a minute of tensed silence, Haruki closed his eyes and smiled, sharp and dangerous.

"What. The. Fucking. Hell. Did. You. Do. Infant?" Each word was pronounced with killing intent, causing Haruki's voice to deepen.

He knew that his behaviour was causing alarm bells to ring inside of the hitman's head, but he couldn't control himself.

Tsunayoshi was one of his precious people.

And Tsunayoshi was weeping as if he had been told that Nana and Haruki had contracted an incurable disease and would be dying soon.

Haruki wanted the little shite dead. Death would follow up like the entity had written so, right?

Lady luck must've been by the world's strongest Sun's side because as soon as Haruki decided to damn the consequences and just go 'off with the fucker's head!', Tsuna groaned, causing all of Haruki's killing intent to dissipate as if it was never there the first place - leaving Haruki looking harmless and innocent.

Not that that was going to fool Reborn.

"Uncle...?" Was asked groggily.

Tsuna's hold also relaxed, letting the front of Haruki's hoodie go in order to raise a fist and cutely rub one of his puffy eyes.

Awww!

Haruki almost died of cuteness overload!

"I'm here, Tsu-kun." He whispered, a kiss being placed on the teen's forehead, his expression soft and loving.

"Wha-... Hmm..."

"Why don't you sleep some more? You've only rested for five minutes or so."

"Can't. Felt danger."

"Nonsense. Our home is the safest place in the world. How can there be danger here?"

"No... Reborn. Felt him in danger."

That caused Haruki to stiffen. Tsuna's hyper intuition was too accurate. Can you take a break for a minute or so? That would've been enough time for Haruki to make Reborn disappear - being the bringer of death and all that shite.

"Hahaha. No way~ Tsu-chan must still be sleeping! Reborn-chan is the world's greatest hitman, yes?"

Haruki tried to make it sound as if he was indulging a child's wild imaginative playtime.

It, however, seemed to have an entirely opposite effect.

Tsuna suddenly snapped awake, screeching about how Reborn was just playing a 'mafia game' and wasn't really a hitman.

Haruki could only chuckle nervously, thinking that he should've just kept his lips sealed and wait for Tsuna to fall back asleep. Didn't he already confirm that he was shitty with words and emotions?

Having been misunderstood is just sad... Was his acting that sucky? He thought he was a great actor. A world class actor.

After a few minutes of sweatdropping as he watched his nephew try to make some random excuses whilst still obliviously seated on Haruki's lap, Reborn cleared his throat, causing the two relatives to turn towards the suit-wearing infant.

"Tsuna, let's go back to your room. We're short on time. One hour and forty-five minutes remaining... and counting."

Tsuna paled rapidly, causing Haruki's arms to tighten their hold on his nephew's waist. He, also, frowned angrily at Reborn.

What had that sadistic little shite threaten his nephew with?!

"I-it... huuu..." Tsuna stuttered, but stopped and took a deep breath before he continued, sounding more relaxed and... mature. "It's fine, Hari. I won't leave you or okaa-san behind. Promise."

Haruki was very confused. Like, very.

But seeing how those orange (yes, orange) coloured eyes were burning with resolution and determination, he could only smile - albeit a little unsurely, but who was paying attention? Not him - at his nephew.

"Alright. I trust you. But if you really do leave us behind, I'll cry. And everyone won't want to see an old man cry hideously, right?"

The two grinned at each other, the room's atmosphere feeling much lighter than before.

"I doubt anyone's crying can be more hideous than Nakamura-chan's [1]. Her runny mascara and eyeliner made her look like an evil spirit who got rejected from even King Yama."

They shared a laugh at the memory of Haruki pranking the hormonal college student. Those were the good ol' days.

(A/N: Would you guys like to see an omake of that?)

After sharing a couple more funny stories, Tsuna kissed his uncle's cheek, reluctantly got off of Haruki's lap, and left the room, looking more peaceful than ever.

Before he left, however, Haruki heard a whisper from the teen.

"Time to convince Shamal that I'm worth saving."

Hm?

Haruki tilted his head, and looked around, wanting to question Reborn as to why the pervert was here in Namimori.

Reborn, the cunning shite, however, took the time when both uncle and nephew were busy reminiscing to escape from the room. Probably going to find out Haruki's identity as well as connection to the mafia soon - after resolving whatever deadline those two were trying to settle.

Tsk.

"Don't make me regret letting you go, Reborn." Was whispered out loud, but after a minute, he continued, his eyes widened. "Wait. Will that womaniser Shamal hit on Nana?"

Before I start with the A/N, I would like to thank you all for being patient with me, and for all your support. I seriously can't thank you enough. Thank you so much!

[1] Anyone remembers who Nakamura-chan is? No? She's the one who had her underwear stolen in chapter 3, hehe.

A/N:

Fufufu! A quick update, if I do say so myself! I wrote this during work in my phone's memo, which started from an idea, that turned into a word, then extended to a paragraph... which somehow became a chapter?

I hope you guys enjoyed this! I'm trying my best to introduce all canon characters and progress to another Arc ASAP (Haru will appear in Tsuna's POV soon since I had this idea and couldn't add that part in this chapter), as well as to not write it as if I'm just re-telling you the anime. That would be boring, so I added some angst! I meant twist! Even though it was supposed to be a funny episode/chapter on the anime/manga...

If you read my other stories (which majority of them are not on this account... ehh, why do I have separate accounts? I ask myself that question all the time when I log in) all my work involve dark/angst... I can't break the habit, you see! I've tried writing a fluffy chapter, but somehow, it turned really gruesome at one point and ended really badly. So this is the best I could go without making this chapter into something people cry over (mainly me accidentally killing off a character somehow).

Ok, enough of my rambling.

Let's do some Q&A since it's been awhile?

1. Why did the gang not explain anything to Haruki after the stunt Tsuna and Takeshi pulled?

- Haruki is always oblivious, so the gang just assumes that he is like everyone; thinking that the two teens were both just acting. Maybe I'll put that part in as an omake?

2. Is Kawahira Misaki Uncle Kawahira?

-Well, I gave obvious clues so I won't even hide it here. Yes. They have both been friends for quite a long time, and Haruki was the one who pushed 'Misaki-san' to open a pottery shop. The reason being... You'll have to stay tuned to find that one out! It's quite a rib-tickling one if I do say so myself (^_−)

3. Did Nagi's (Chrome) past change?

-Yes, it did. It has to do with Haruki being in this universe. A butterfly effect, I guess. Nagi's parents weren't supposed to be divorced as well. But because Nagi's mother met Haruki, she was changed by being involved with his group of friends - which are all mothers apart from Kawahira and Haruki. Thus, she learnt how to care for her own child rather than to despise the poor girl.

4. Why do the Arcobaleno assume that Aria is the Sky pacifier holder?

-It has been passed down from mother to daughter for generations, so I guess they just... assumed. As I have answered above, Haruki's presence in this universe was unexpected, so there will be minor and major changes due to the butterfly effect. Just like how he affected Nagi's past by being friends with her mother. Haruki is also someone who doesn't care about humans in general (other than his precious people), accepting their faults and whatnot, making him an excellent sky in the eyes of Kawahira - leading them to meet and him being the Sky pacifier holder. The pacifier Aria is holding is something a like a dummy that Haruki made with his magic. He doesn't want to get involved in troublesome things, so he tends to be low-profile. A reason why, even though he's involved in the mafia as an information broker, he still wears a mask to hide his face.

5. Wouldn't Reborn have felt the pacifier underneath Haruki's clothes when he was being hugged?

-I'm ashamed to say that that is a plothole. I didn't think of it at all. Let's just pretend that the pacifier wasn't felt due to their positioning, and it was tilted to the side or something and wasn't poking against Reborn. Or maybe Reborn did feel something but wasn't concerned because he thought it was just a normal necklace in the shape of a pacifier... since all the colours are occupied? ┐ ( ´ ∀ ` )┌

6. Why is Harry unemotional? Or, where did his emotions go?

-I think I answered this before. Maybe. I'm not sure? Well, nevermind. I'll answer this again(?). Harry isn't unemotional! After his death, he stayed with Death for a really long time. So after spending thousands upon thousands of years interacting with only Death, he forgot how to communicate with living humans. The only humans he saw were usually screaming at him to bring them back to life, or too afraid to speak, or sobbing so hard that they can't speak, or are stiff because they are in shock that they are dead. He knows emotions, he just sucks at expressing it because Death is a blunt idiot and is the only person(?) he interacts with. And with Death, he doesn't need to worry about being lied to, or knowing how to comfort the entity, because unlike Harry, Death doesn't understand emotion. The entity copies them from humans and tries to make it their own. Try being the keyword. To sum it all up; Harry hasn't been reincarnated after his second death, which he lived up to a hundred or so years old, and interacted only with Death, who is like an AI trying to understand the way of life. Thus the reason for why he is so awkward in human interaction and misunderstands almost everything. Bonus Q&A Why does Nana think he is unemotional? Fufufu! She has known him all her life, and from her perspective, he doesn't care about anyone - which is, in fact, true. She just doesn't see that he cares for family and not strangers. A huge misunderstanding caused by a fact. I love misunderstandings that can cause family members to kill each other and then regret it after finding out the truth (◕‿◕✿)

7. On the side note, was the sliding dogeza a reference from Beelzebub anime?

-Yepp. ౦０o ｡ (‾́。‾́ )y~~

I will see you guys next update! Whenever that is...

Ciao,
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