When Storms occur in Spring

Two

They landed in Paris about a day before the party to rest and finalize their infiltration plan. The Vongola was a filthy rich organization, as evident by the fact that the two Storms had been given a penthouse suite in one of the costliest hotels of Paris. The suite was huge with comfy furniture and a fully equipped kitchen. The two of them had separate bedrooms and a shared bathroom. They immediately put those two rooms to use by taking a shower (separately) and going instantly to sleep. The next morning, they were having breakfast (courtesy of room service) when Hayato asked the question that had been on his mind for a while. Breaking the awkward silence he said, "By the way, what do you fight with? I know you have a specialised weapon but I've never seen you battle so..." and he awkwardly trailed off. Haru blinked once and pulled out two knives from God-knows-where and held them for him to see. They were small, barely four-inches, but Hayato had no doubt whatsoever that they were as lethal as his dynamites. He raised an eyebrow, "Knives?" the brunette just nodded, "Tsuna-san gave them to Haru when she was sworn in. Fon-san and Bel-san taught her how to use them." She smiled a little remembering her training days. "Fon-san mostly taught her how to use her flames but it was Bel-san who taught Haru the merits and demerits if using a knife."

"You went to the fake prince!!"

She shrugged her shoulders, "We are training-buddies. After all, both of us are Storms."

"So am I, but I don't recall you requesting for training." Haru shot him an incredulous look and started slowly, "Gokudera-san, you are Tsuna-san's Right-hand man. I've seen the amount of work you do every day. Bel, on the other hand, just lazes around the Varia Mansion throwing knives at Fran. I believe the job of training a recruit, an inexperienced one at that was far better suited for him."

The green-eyed Guardian was a bit elated to find that she observed his actions so closely but that soon turned to annoyance at her casual manner of speaking about that girly, no-good, psycho blonde.

"Bel? You guys must be pretty close, huh." Haru was surprised at his accusatory tone. "We do train together sometimes and I suppose you could call us friends but-"

"I see, you finally realized that Jyuudaime would never look at you like a woman so you redirected your feelings at the first person to show you any shred of kindness, even if it was a sadistic, cruel assassin." He knew he was being cruel but his own innate nature prevented him from apologising.

Haru felt that someone had stabbed her with her own knives. This was what he thought of her! Was she just a whimsical, harlot to him?! Moisture gathered in her eyes as she spoke in a low voice, her eyes were covered with her bangs. "Gokudera-san," he looked at her, shocked to find her eyes filled with tears. "You are the worst." And she fled to the safety of her own room.

Hayato couldn't get the image of her crying out of his mind. Her chocolate-brown orbs had been swirling with emotion and he was paralysed by the sheer intensity of her emotions. The line she spoke was haunting his mind and even now, hours later, he couldn't help but feel like she was right. He knew that she loved Jyuudaime as a friend and a brother. He also knew that Bel would never –despite his twisted personality- cheat on Mammon like that. But the mere thought of her being friendly with any other male made him...uncomfortable.

He had felt this emotion before, a few times; like when she and Takeshi made a joke that only the two of understood, when she and Mukuro teamed up to tease Chrome, when the stupid cow hugged her extremely tight because 'he missed his Haru-nee'. All of this, things he brushed off as nothing, came back rushing to him as he lay there pondering his actions. Distractedly he remembered the sound of the door opening and closing. Ah! The stylist must be here to prepare them for the gala. He got up deciding to examine these thoughts thoroughly at a later date. Right now, he had a mission to complete.

Two hours later Gokudera Hayato was hardly recognizable. He had dirty-blond hair and his spring green eyes had been changed into an inky blue, thanks to contacts. He wore the standard waiter uniform and was adjusting the uncomfortable bow tie when the door opposite to his opened and out stepped Miura Haru.

Later, Hayato would deny any claims of such, but his jaw had dropped at the sight of her. The brunette's shoulder length hair had been put up in an elegant twist with sweeping bangs and a jewelled brooch. Her makeup was subtle yet classy, hell even seductive. Her dress, oh Lord her dress! was purple in colour with a halter neck and made a criss-cross pattern at the back. A slit ran up to her right knee, showing brief flashes of her long leg. When she reached him Hayato's breath caught in his throat. She looked even more beautiful, if that were possible, up close.

The silver head wanted to compliment her, he really did, but before he could utter a single word she had already moved past him towards the main door and was looking questioningly at him. So, he did what any good twenty-two year old man would do, he followed the woman.

The car ride was tense and both of them were glad when they reached the venue. A glamorous and ritzy hotel, like thousands of others Haru had been to during undercover missions. The interior was overly done and the guests were all dressed to the nines. Haru quickly spotted the target and started working her magic. In less than twenty minutes, he was under her spell. After all, honey-trap was her forte. When she suggested that they move to a more private location, he readily agreed, missing the look she shared with Hayato over his shoulder. They retired to one of the rooms with a blond waiter hot on their heels.

The work from there was easy. Hayato interrogated him using...extensive methods and soon he was out cold with no memory of the evening. The two of them reverted back to their own selves and went to attend the party as Vongola ambassadors. The rest of the evening went along smoothly; the laughed, they danced, they dined, except, that whenever their skin came in contact a surge of electricity went through both of them. By the time they reached the penthouse both of them were eager to go to their own bedrooms, away from the charged atmosphere.

Hayato changed into pyjama bottoms, forgoing the shirt and plopped on his bed. His mind was full of a certain brown haired vixen. After trying for a while, he gave up on sleeping and went downstairs to make himself a drink. It seemed he was not the only one with a drink in mind, for his partner was standing there, beside the counter, mixing a cup of hot chocolate. He coughed, trying to dissipate the tension but it was futile. So he stalked towards the kitchen and searched for a cup of his own.

As fate would have it, the shelf which contained the cups was directly above the brunette. He stood behind her to get a cup. Haru suddenly became very aware of the fact that she only wearing a flimsycamisole and shorts which was enough for her to fell his abdominal muscled very clearly. His breath tickled her ear and a shiver went down her spine. She turned around to face him, to tell him to back away lest she do something very, veryinappropriate for work. But as soon as she turned green orbs bore into her chocolate ones and she forgot how to speak. His eyes were fixed on her pink, plump lips slightly opened in a silent gasp. She whimpered at the sheer lust projecting in his eyes.

Hayato lost it. He pulled her to himself and kissed her. The moment their lips touched it was like a dam had broken. Waves of lust and longing, that had been secretly culminating between them for months overcame them and the kiss deepened. Tongues battled for dominance and Haru wrapped her arms around his neck. They broke away for air but Hayato continued nibbling and sucking along her neck, eliciting a moan from the brunette. Not wanting to be left behind, Haru pulled him up, again crashing their lips together. This time, she trailed kisses down his neck, rejoicing in his groan as she sucked his pulse point.

Not knowing how long he would last under her playful ministrations, Hayato picked her up by the waist. Haru helped by wrapping her legs around his torso. He had full intention of taking her to his room but his plans were foiled when she started kissing and scratching his chest, teasing him. He looked around for a suitable replacement and decided on the couch. It was big and comfortable enough for both of them and he wasted no time in throwing her on it and continuing their session.

Soon, clothes were lost and skin to skin contact started.it was burning hot in the room or perhaps it was just their cores on fire. Even in the haze of lust, both of them looked at each other in complete seriousness asking the same question - were they ready to sacrifice their somewhat friendship for something more? The answer was unanimous and now they were one.

(Cheesy I know but I just loove cheese soooo much!XD)