Chapter Text
Prelude: Haru’s Choice
She hated this.
The lights flickered as the Millefiore Famiglia continued to attack the Vongola Base. Haru wished she could blame the shaking of the glass in her hand on the continuing tremors and not the fact she was scared to death. Kyoko seemed unfazed and carried on, a bright smile on her face intended to the keep the kids’ and Haru’s spirits up.
Haru wondered if behind that sunshine smile of Kyoko’s lurked the same emotion that had her heart pounding triple time in her chest. Every time she heard another explosion echo, she wondered if it was closer than before and if there would be time enough for someone to get there to save them.
She stopped cold as that thought crossed her mind.
Soft brown eyes moved over the inhabitants of the room. Lambo played on, completely oblivious as always. I-Pin was playing with Lambo with a wary look in her eyes that said the girl was more than aware of the danger lurking. Fuuta, ten years older than her most current memory of him was leaning against the wall—his stance was casual, but even Haru could sense the tension of a coiled spring ready to burst into action at the first hint of danger. Bianchi was arranged in a similar position on the other side of the room, the green eyes hidden behind her goggles everywhere all at once.
Haru’s hand clenched hard around the glass in her hand and she took a deep breath.
This would not happen again.