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Cosa Nostra	By : stormflame89 Category: +G to L > Katekyo Hitman Reborn Views: 2689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ok so chapter 2 is done. This chapter takes place over a period of five years and really is some of the stuff I feel had to be said before we can get into the actual story. Just one more chapter of background after this I promise. If you have any questions or would like update information please either review or friend me on Facebook, the link is in my profile or simple search stormflame in facebook my cover page is KHR related. Ok so please review I live for reviews and while I would never stop posting because of a lack of them it does make me write faster so even a quick good job would satisfy. Umm what else oh please look at Before and Hated Silence my character pieces. Translation list at bottom.
Chapter 2
The last clear memory Iemitsu had was of dying. He could remember the bone deep cold washing away the summer heat and the horrifying feeling of drowning in his own blood. So when Iemitsu woke in a yellow tinted room he recognized as being part of the hospital wing in the Iron Fort he was very confused. It didn’t make sense; he’d felt the life leave his body despite the massive amount of Sun Flames that Saffron had poured into him.
He ran a hand down his chest and stopped at a place that felt tender to the touch. It was a round hole about the size of his thumb on the left side of his torso just shy of the deep thump of his heart. Iemitsu didn’t know why but he was almost certain that he had given a second chance because he sure as hell shouldn’t have been alive.
“Glad to see you’re awake Capo¹.” A deep tired sounding voice drew the blond from his thoughts. His brown eyes panned around the brightly lit room to find the tall Saffron sprawled out over a set of uncomfortable looking chairs. His coal black eyes peered out of an exhausted face as he attempted to straighten out with little success. Finally he just slumped back into the same position and reached up to wipe at his face. “Been sleeping longer then you should’ve been.”
Iemitsu didn’t say anything; he just stared at the Sun user. He couldn’t quiet describe what he felt as he looked deep into those tired eyes. It was kind of like he had found a long lost piece of himself that he hadn’t even known was missing to begin with and a little like he wasn’t alone for the first time in a long time. It left him breathless and just a bit scared.
“We…”He struggled to say, throat to dry and filled with emotion to work the right way. It didn’t matter because the big black man seemed to understand and nodded solemnly as he heaved himself up to help Iemitsu into a seated position. He picked up a glass from the bedside table and took a small sip before lifting it to the bed bound man’s lips.
Iemitsu drank as deeply as Saffron would permit before allowing the other man to help him lay back. The utmost care that Saffron showed him only brought home the fact that they’d Harmonized.
Iemitsu had always been a little afraid of being one of the poor frail Skies who suffered from Sky sickness but he suddenly had a Sun, someone to light the darkness around him and it felt good.
The Sky lay back and closed his eyes as exhaustion came over him.
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Four days after waking up in the hospital wing Iemitsu was released. Saffron, who had not left his side for more than a few minutes, wheeled him though the halls of the Iron Fort on their way out. Iemitsu was less than pleased to be restricted to a wheelchair but had permitted it with the knowledge it was just until they reached the car that was waiting to take them to the airport.
Iemitsu clenched his jaw as he was wheeled towards the front door. He had almost died, it was only Saffron’s Flames and God’s grace that saw him sitting there and he didn’t want any regrets if he were ever to meet his maker. That was why he had gotten permission from Nono to marry Nana as soon as possible. So he had made plans with Saffron to leave the country as soon as he was released. He planned to give her his mother’s ring, given to him by his father, so the only thing needed was a wedding gown that had already been ordered and would be picked up on the way.
He loved Nana and there wasn’t any doubt of that in his mind that she would say yes to his proposal. Iemitsu was however worried that Atsumori might have something to say about the matter. He had attempted to call the retired giovane d'onore² but the man had not answered the calls, leaving Iemitsu in a hard place.
At age 19 Nana was too young to get married without a guardian’s permission in Japan and he was aware that the Japanese man had taken over her guardianship after her parents were murdered. If he decided that Iemitsu was unfit to care for his charge it was likely that the man would do everything possible to stop a wedding from ever happening. If such a thing were to accrue then Iemitsu would be forced to take drastic measures, the thought of which left a bad taste in the Sky’s mouth.
They arrived at the car in short order. Saffron helped him from the wheelchair and into the backseat before sliding in next to him. It went without saying that the new Guardian would be accompanying Iemitsu on his journey even if he hadn’t been ordered to by the C.E.D.E.F. Boss. The blond knew that the other man would likely follow him to hell because Iemitsu felt the same way. It was the nature of the bond they now shared, to protect and serve to fullest extent of their bodies.
He knew that not all Skies were kind to their Guardians but he couldn’t understand why, the feeling of being connected so deeply with another was indescribable. It was a feeling that would have led him to sin if he hadn’t been so deeply in love with Nana; he knew that he wouldn’t have been turned away either but it wouldn’t have been right.
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Iemitsu and Saffron arrived in the Nagasaki airport in the early hours of the morning with nothing but the cloths on their backs, a canvas garment bag and a small black box. They left the airport easily enough and made their way to a local hotel. The proprietress, a short woman with dark hair and brown eyes, was not happy to be woken up so early but gave them the rooms that he had booked the day before without much more than a grumble under her breath.
They didn’t stay at the hotel long; just enough time to wash their faces, before they were making their way to the home of Nana and Atsumori. They had decided to walk there so as to arrive at a more reasonable hour but it was still before 7 when they stepped on to the front porch. He took a breath straightened his back until he stood at his full height of 6’3”, rang the bell quickly and stepped back, nearly running into Saffron who stood behind him.
Several minutes passed and Iemitsu was about to ring the bell again when the door opened and Nana stuck her head through the creak. Her long hair was tasseled and her brown eyes were sleep clogged but that was understandable given the early hour. Iemitsu thought she looked beautiful just the way she was.
“Iemitsu-kun?” Nana asked as she tried to wipe the sleep from her eyes.
“Marry me, Nana?” He practically demanded as he went down on one knee in the Western tradition. She blinked several times before smiling beautifully.
“Of course I will Iemitsu-kun!” She exclaimed as she danced into his arms, much more awake then she had been moments before. Iemitsu twirled her around once before setting her back on her feet. “When?”
“Today.” He responded as Saffron handed him the garment bag that had been brought from Italy. Iemitsu unzipped it to show her the sparkling white dress that had cost him more then he would ever admit to spending.
“Oh, Iemitsu-kun it is beautiful.” She gushed, her eyes wide in wonder. She reached out with a small pale hand to touch the dazzling material.
“Not as beautiful as you.” He had to say because to him it was the truth.
“Nana-chan, who is at the door?” A voice asked from inside the house.
“Oh Oji-san³, Iemitsu-kun asked me to marry him!” She exclaimed in joy. Atsumori stepped onto the porch and crossed his arms.
“He did, now did he?” The old man looked hard at Iemitsu. “And when exactly is this wedding going to take place?”
Iemitsu reached a hand back to rest on the silent Saffron’s arm as he knew that the big man would take offense at Atsumori’s tone.
“Today; I just want a simple thing.” Iemitsu answered quickly in hopes of staving off tempers. The elder man nodded and turned to Saffron with a raised eyebrow. The black man bowed politely but didn’t say a word. “This is a friend of ours, Saffron.”
Both Nana and Atsumori returned the bow though his was less polite. It seemed like he had caught the hiding meaning in Iemitsu’s words and was less then pleased to have another mafia man on his doorstep. Iemitsu cleared his throat nervously when the silence became awkward.
“I have everything ready. All that still needs to be done is to fill in the Kon-in Todoke⁴.” Iemitsu said as he stepped from the porch into the modest house, Atsumori stepped aside reluctantly to allow them both into the dwelling. He handed the dress to Nana who rushed down the hall to her room to put it on. When she was out of sight he raised a hand to his recently healed wound and grimaced as the new skin pulled and rubbed against his rough tank top.
“Gaki⁵ could have asked.” The old man said as he leaned against a cane. The blond frowned at the sight; Atsumori had never needed a cane before or at least not as far as he knew. The silver haired man followed his eyes and stomped the cane in irritation. “It’s called getting old, Gaki.”
“You’re not old.”Iemitsu denied. “For the record I would have asked in Ojii-san⁶ had answered his phone.”
“You could have dressed for the occasion.” The old man said as he waved the accusation away grumpily. Iemitsu smiled impishly as he pulled on the orange jumpsuit shirt that was tied around his waist. At that moment Nana appeared looking simply gorgeous. The gown fit her like a glove just as he had known it would. Both Atsumori and Saffron seemed awe struck as his beautiful wife-to-be threw her arms around him.
“Oh Iemitsu-kun it is simple lovely.” She exclaimed into his ear causing him to wince slightly, both at her being so close to his ear and because she jarred his wound.
“It is not as lovely as you Nana-chan.” He responded breathlessly. He hurt but he would live.
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The ‘wedding’ itself was a simple affair, they simply filled out the Kon-in Todoke with Saffron and one of Atsumori’s acquaintances as witnesses and Atsumori himself giving permission as Nana’s guardian before having pictures taken. Iemitsu smiled at the man behind the camera as he pulled both Nana and Saffron into the shot. Atsumori had paid to have pictures taken of the makeshift reception. Once he was released the Sun quickly moved back to his spot at the edge of the party, where he was making sure there were no interruptions.
It was perhaps the best day Iemitsu’s life.
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Two days later Sawada Nana and her husband touched down at the Namimori airport on Hokkaido. A car was waiting at the entrance for them after they collected their bags. Saffron was so fucking attentive to his needs that Iemitsu found it a little scary.
The drive to their new home was silent except for Nana’s sighs of happiness as she stared at the white gold solitaire diamond ring on her hand. The house they arrived at was more than modest, two stories with five bedrooms and a large kitchen. Iemitsu had spared no expense when it came to the home that his family would inhabit. He wanted them to be happy and safe when he couldn’t be there with them.
He stayed for two weeks, just enjoying being in love.
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Two months after his wedding all of the Vongola celebrated the introduction of Nono’s⁷ youngest son into the Famiglia⁸. Xanxus was a bastard son born after Nono’s wife had died, whose only true link was Flames of Wrath, Sky Flames warped and twisted by strong corrosive Storm Flames but the entire Vongola Alliance partied for days.
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Iemitsu was just leaving a meeting with Nono about his recent promotion to capo bastone⁹ when he ran into his new cugino¹⁰. Or more correctly Xanxus ran into him full speed and both of them fell to the ground in a pained heap. The boy untangled himself quickly and stood up. He looked at Iemitsu and sneered like he was a bug before taking off again.
Iemitsu shook his head as he righted himself. The boy had been living in the Iron Fort for two months and had already adapted the Mafia Prince attitude even though as a bastard he would likely never inherit. He was intelligent to be sure, especially for someone raised on the streets but he constantly abused his tutors and Nono’s warnings and punishments did little to curb the boy’s behavior. In fact it seemed to encourage Xanxus to be worse.
Iemitsu didn’t blame the nine year old, not only had he been taken from the only place he had known but he was also dealing with fallout of his Flame types. As a Vongola Sky Iemitsu understood that Skies were unique in that they had no sub-type but could be influenced by one of the other Flame sub-types. For Xanxus this was difficult as he was Sky with a Positive Storm sub-type, leading to Flames of Wrath. However, the closer a Sky’s link to the sub-type the more out of balance their Harmony and from what Iemitsu had seen of the boy he was fighting to Harmonize himself as well as fighting the people who expected so much of him.
Iemitsu almost felt sorry for the boy.
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“Anata!¹¹” Nana exclaimed when Iemitsu entered the kitchen of the house he had bought her. “If I had known Iemitsu-kun was coming I would have cooked a welcome home meal.”
“I wanted it to be a surprise Nana-chan.” He admitted as he drew her into a tight embrace. The woman giggled and snuggled into his arms just happy to be with him. They stood in the kitchen for several minutes before Iemitsu lifted her into his arms. “I have two weeks off Darling.”
Nana made a happy noise as he carried her to the large western master bedroom.
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Nana was pregnant.
Iemitsu was ecstatic; he caught the first flight to Japan after hearing. He arrived at their door at nearly five in the evening with a bouquet of roses and a bottle of good red wine. Only he dropped both of them as he swept his glowing wife into his arms. He spun her around not even caring about the glass that was scattered across the entrance of their home.
“I love you Nana.” He said as he set her down on the main flooring so as to avoid putting her barefoot onto the broken bottle. Nana giggled happily and spun around, her hair and skirt flowing in the air, and walked into the kitchen.
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Nana was blissfully happy. She had everything she had ever wanted; a good husband, a nice house and a baby on the way. She hadn’t been so happy since her parents had been alive. She paused in putting away the dishes as the thought hit her. She frowned unhappily and put the dish she had been holding down a little too hard, drawing her husband’s attention from where he was sitting in the dining room.
“Is everything alright?” Iemitsu asked. Nana turned to him and smiled, the bad thoughts floating away.
“Yes Anata.” She giggled as he stood to embrace her. She loved the man to distraction, he was a perfect man; handsome with a good job and he loved her with all his heart. She just wished that he was home more often, but she had learned to hold all the love inside so she didn’t miss him while he was gone. “Is Anata still hungry?”
Iemitsu turned his head to look at the dining table which was piled with food before smiling gleefully at her. She turned and started to get out the dishes she had just put away, her pregnant belly making her movements more ungainly than normal.
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Sawada Iemitsu took the stairs of Namimori Central Hospital two at time in his rush to the third floor. He’d been in a meeting with Nono about the possible threat of the Estraneo Famiglia when he’d gotten a phone call saying Nana had gone into labor. Nono had immediately excused him and had even given him permission to use the Vongola jet so as to avoid having to wait for a commercial flight.
That had led him to climbing the hospital steps at breakneck speed, pushing random people out of the way in his rush to get to his wife. He pushed open the third floor stairway door and hurtled down the hallway toward the sounds of his wife screaming his name. He was held up by a nurse before he could reach her however.
“Sawada-san can’t go in there.” Her pale face was set in a determined scowl as she stood in front of the door to his wife’s room.
“Don’t stand in my way!” The blond man snarled as he fought the urge to reach for a gun or even to draw his Flames to the surface. Just as he was about to push the stupid woman out of his way a high pitched wail filled the air causing him to stop breathing.
The woman backed down after a moment and Iemitsu threw open the door to the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. His gorgeous wife lay propped up against some pillows, her long brown hair stuck to her sweaty face and her cheeks were rosy with exhaustion but her chocolate brown eyes were fixed on the tiny blue bundle in her arms.
A son.
That was the only thought that entered his head. He had a son, a little boy who was half him and half the woman he loved. He took several stumbling steps forward until he was at her bedside looking down at the tiny bundle.
“Anata made it.” Nana whispered roughly, her face was lined with tiredness but she smiled at him like he was an angel. She held out the blue bundle for him to take. He swallowed but placed his hands where she indicated he should, and then suddenly he was the only thing supporting the tiny life. “His name is Tsunayoshi.”
He pulled little Tsunayoshi close to his chest, half afraid that he drop the precious baby. The blond man just stared at the tiny bundle for a moment, completely absorbed in the small being that was now his responsibility. He slowly repositioned the baby in one arm so that his other one was free to push aside the blanket that blocked his view of his son. The boy was beautiful with a thick thatch of cinnamon brown hair and a button nose.
Iemitsu brushed a finger against a baby soft cheek and froze, two things happened in that moment. First soft chocolate eyes opened to peer at him and then he felt it, the tiny sliver of Flames buried deep inside the boy. Tears filled Iemitsu’s eyes because he hated himself in that moment; his boy was cursed with the rare and coveted Sky Flame and it was almost a certainty that he would be drawn into the dark world of the mafia.
Less than 5% of the world’s population were Skies and every last one of them was in the mafia or a similar underworld organization. It wasn’t fair; he’d started courting Nana because the likelihood of her having a Sky child was so small and he hadn’t wanted to love a child destined for the cruel world of crime, and he did, he loved the little boy with all his heart and it hurt because he knew one day the boy would be taken from him.
Just when he was beginning to bring himself back to a more stable mindset a nurse walked to Nana with a second tiny blue wrapped bundle. He felt his heart break anew. Twins, what had he done to deserve this? Could it be his penitence for a life of bad deeds to suffer a loss such as this? Well not a rule it was common enough for twins to share the same Flame type which would mean he had been blessed with two small Skies.
Tears poured from his eyes as he pulled little Tsunayoshi tighter against his chest. It took everything in him to keep from falling to his knees and sobbing his heart out or cursing God with every ounce of his being.
It took longer than he would ever admit to calm down enough to hold his second son. Yoshimi was his name, after Nana’s father. That made sense because little Tsunayoshi was named after Iemitsu’s families tradition. He was saddened to feel the Sky flames in the boy’s small body but he didn’t start crying again.
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Iemitsu stayed in Japan for three weeks helping Nana take care of the twins. He loved his boys even if all they did was sleep, eat and poop. He would have loved to stay forever but he had responsibilities back in Italy that he had to take care of.
So he stood above the crib holding his youngest on his last night with them. Yoshimi was sleeping soundly, which was a rarity. Iemitsu ran a finger down the baby’s smooth cheek and played with his thin blond hair as he recited the Catholic prayers that he had learned in Nono’s house. Little Mi-kun scrunched up his face in discontent and Iemitsu drew back his hand to prevent waking the child.
He moved over to the other side of the room and looked down at his precious little Tuna-fish. He gently picked up the baby and held him against his chest. Unlike his brother Tuna-fish slept like the dead so it didn’t matter if he moved him. He repeated his prayers and if he slipped in some of the Shinto prayers he’d learned at his mother’s knee well no one was around to hear him.
He slowly placed the delicate bundle down and turned to pick up the bag of things that was sitting by the door to the nursery. With one last look back at his boys he turned out the light and closed the door most of the way. Iemitsu had already said goodbye to Nana who was in their room so he left the house without stopping, he was running behind schedule because he had wanted to say goodbye to his family.
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Nana hummed quietly to herself as she walked down the aisle of the local grocery store. She had run out of certain staples without even realizing it until that morning which had required a quick store run. She had just about gotten everything and was getting ready to head for the register when she bumped into a tall white haired gentleman.
“Pardon me.” The man said before turning back to his perusal of the instant noodle. In a passing glance she noticed the man wore an interesting spiky ring one his middle finger. She wondered where he had gotten such a thing but considered it rude to ask such a personal question of a stranger so she resumed her walk to the front.
After paying for her groceries Nana left the store and walked to her home in the residential neighborhood. She could have taken a car but it was just easier for her to walk; besides she liked the feeling of the wind in her hair.
She arrived home soon enough and juggled her bags a bit in order to open the door which she had left unlocked so that she wouldn’t need to fight for her keys. As soon as the door creaked open the plaintive cries of an infant filled the air.
She paused, blinking in confusion for a moment before remembering it was near the time to feed the babies. She decided to put the groceries away before going to check on her sons, so as not to have the food spoil while she was dealing with the infants. Her quiet humming was drowned out when a second voice joined in the crying.
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He watched the twins play at the playground all the time. The brunette was a sweet little boy who was always willing let people join in on what he was doing. His blond brother though was always trying to be the center of everyone’s attention and threw huge fits if he didn’t get his way.
The twins couldn’t have been more different but he couldn’t really blame them given who their parents were. Sawada Nana was an airhead at the best of times and the Young Lion of the Vongola was never around. He felt that Iemitsu might have made a good father if it wasn’t for his strong commitment to the famiglia.
He’d once thought of taking the twins and raising them by himself but he knew that Iemitsu would stop at nothing to get them back. So instead he guarded their play and watched over their dreams like he was being paid to and if little Tsu-kun asked him every day to play with them well who was he to deny the tiny Sky.
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Enrico was died.
All of the Vongola mourned the loss of the heir to the throne. Sadly Iemitsu and most of the mafia knew that the terms of the man’s death had been unfavorable, a shootout with a minor famiglia over a married woman that Enrico had slept with and supposedly gotten pregnant. Four of the man’s Guardians had also been killed and the other two were injured enough that they would be retired out if they survived both their injuries and the depression caused by their Sky’s death.
Iemitsu himself felt little for the man himself as Enrico had been a womanizing cheat who would never have made a good Decimo¹²; however he felt for Enrico’s close family who had loved the man. Nono had secluded himself in his office doing paperwork. Massimo, the new heir apparent, had been seen in more than one bar downing glasses of strong whisky. Fredrico barely left his room and young Xanxus had become even more of a handful.
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Tsu-kun loved his tou-chan¹³.
He loved his kaa-chan¹⁴ and otouto¹⁵ too but he loved his tou-chan even more. So when his kaa-chan had woken him up with news that his tou-chan was coming home Tsu-kun was super happy and even did the happy dance. Tou-chan worked far away and didn’t get to come home often but whenever he was home he played the best games and read bedtime stories with funny voices and he gave the best hugs.
Tsu-kun knew that Mi-kun didn’t like tou-chan very much but Tsu-kun always made sure to include his otouto in all the fun things the he did with tou-chan so as to show him that tou-chan was the best. Not to say his Kaa-chan wasn’t great but to Tsu-kun tou-chan was just better.
“Come along Tsu-kun.” His kaa-chan called to from in front of him. He blushed, he must have stopped walking while thinking and he didn’t have time to fall behind because tou-chan was waiting for them, so he quickly caught up to his kaa-chan and Mi-kun. They walked through the crowded place the car had dropped them off at for a little while until they heard him.
“Nana-chan!” His tou-chan’s voice filled the room and the crowd of people seemed to part for the super tall man to walk towards them. Tsu-kun giggled when his kaa-chan blushed, she only did that when his tou-chan was nearby. His tou-chan rushed toward them and scooped Tsu-kun’s kaa-chan into his arms and spun her around. He set her down and gave her big kiss on the lips before turning to a man behind him. “Nana-chan, this is my boss Timoeto.”
Translation List
1 - Capo - Italian - Captain
2 - Giovane d’onore - Italian - Made Man/ Man of Honor
3 - Oji-san - Japanese - Uncle
4 - Kon-in Todoke -Japanese - Marriage Document
5 - Gaki - Japanese - Brat
6 - Ojii-san - Japanese - Old Man
7 - Nono - Italian - Ninth
8 - Famiglia - Italian - Family
9 - Capo Bastone - Italian - Underboss
10 - Cugino - Italian - Male Cousin
11 - Anata - Japanese - Used by woman to refer to their Husbands
12 - Decimo - Italian - Tenth
13 - Tou-chan - Japanese - Daddy/ cutesy form of Father
14 - Kaa-chan - Japanese - Mommy/ cutesy form of Mother
15 - Otouto - Japanese - Little Brother
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