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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 I promised that the intro would only be three chapters but that just won’t be possible. This chapter just spiraled out and there is still so much left but just one more I promise. Well I am sorry it took so long but school and my health but I haven’t stopped thinking about this story and almost always have it open on my desktop. So never fear we will get through this come hell or high water which given the state of California is more likely than not. Sorry I am rambling, ok so there are a few spots that I feel people will get a little mad at me for but the muse has spoken.
I really hope people like this overall and I would love reviews, I am starving here people. So be they kind or not plz review. Anyways as always the translation list is at the bottom and I hope you enjoy. Oh yeah there is an exert from one of my side pieces in here somewhere so if you haven’t read that one then please read Hated Silence.

Chapter 3
Timoteo sipped his tea slowly as he watched Sawada Nana dance around the spacious kitchen. Nana was a doll to be around and he was extremely glad that his distant ¹ had married such a charming woman. The twins were a pleasure to be around also. Little Yoshimi-kun was a rough and tumble child not unlike Timoteo’s own figlio² Fredrico, who’d always loved being outside and getting into trouble. Tsunayoshi-kun on the other hand was a born leader, constantly trying to get everyone to join in on the fun but taking the blame if something went wrong with the grace of someone many times his age.
Timoteo enjoyed visiting Iemitsu’s family. Spending time with such lovely people helped heal a little bit of the hurt from losing his oldest figlio. It helped that Nana was an excellent cook, often filling the dining table with excess food in her happiness. It left her guest and husband happy and full the entire visit. Just as Timoteo took another drink of tea the front door slammed open.
“Tadaima³.” A small voice called as little feet pounded down the hall.
“Okaeri⁴.” Nana called back as she wiped her hands on her apron. A small body came hurtling around the corner and straight into the brown-haired woman’s arms.
“Kaa-chan⁵, kaa-chan.” Little Tsu-kun exclaimed as he wiggled about in his mother’s arms. His excitement caused both adults to smile. “Is tou-chan⁶ home?”
Nana nodded as she smiled blissfully. Tsu-kun danced around some more before he noticed Timoteo’s presence.
“Jii-chan⁷.” His cry caused more running feet before little Mi-kun came around the corner at Mach speeds. He paused briefly before throwing himself at the mafia Don. Timoteo laughed heartily as he hugged the five-year-old to his chest. After a moment he set the boy down and took a good look at him.
Little Mi-kun was a virtual clone of his father with Italian blond hair, deep brown eyes with his mother’s Japanese features while Tsu-kun had a fluff of chestnut locks, wide chocolate eyes and fine Sicilian facial bones. The old man knew that both boys would be handsome when they grew older though he suspected that Tsu-kun would be more gorgeous then handsome.
It wouldn’t help that both boys had Sky Flames. Their physical attractiveness augmented by the call of their Flames would draw in other people with and without Flames. It would make their teenage years a handful but he knew both of them would come out alright as they had great parents. Timoteo listened as Mi-kun babbled away at him, happily letting the boy direct the conversant.
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Iemitsu sat across from his boss as they both sipped sake after a pleasant meal. Nana was in the kitchen cleaning up and the twins were in the backyard playing.
“Thank you for having me here Iemitsu.” Timoteo said after taking a drink.
“No problem cugino.” Iemitsu replied as he reached to fill the other’s cup. Iemitsu enjoyed having his family together like this. Since his father’s death, shortly after the twins were born, he had grown significantly closer to his cugino and he knew that the man was still having trouble with Enrico’s death. If being around his family helped ease the man’s sorrow than it was the least he could do.
It helped that Yoshimi loved Timoteo to an almost scary degree. The little boy constantly followed the man wherever he went and always wanted to be in his company. Tuna-fish seemed warier of the mafia Don, making Iemitsu wonder if the boy had gotten more than a little of the famed Vongola Hyper Intuition.
The blond was just taking a drink when it happened. A spike of Flame pressure erupted from the backyard as he heard his little Tuna-fish scream. Both men scrambled to their feet, overturning the small table they had been sitting at, they rushed outside only to skid to a halt.
Iemitsu knew he would never forget the sight that greeted them. Yoshimi was sprawled across the ground with Tsunayoshi standing over him. The brunette child was trying to pry a small dog from a bleeding wound on his arm, with little success, and on his forehead was a large Flame.
The crystal clear amber Flame was not what he had expected even though he knew his figlio was a Sky. Even Nono didn’t have such a clear Flame and he was known to have the purist of all known Flame users. It was enough to keep them frozen in shock even as Saffron and Bouche Croquant, Nono’s Mist, scaled the backyard fence with guns drawn.
Tsuna finally shook free of the animal, which ran away as fast as it could, and turned to stare at his father. Iemitsu found himself caught in the suddenly amber gaze of his figlio, who he was even more sure had inherited a great deal of their ancestor’s famed Intuition. His own brown eyes widened as the boy held out his arms to be picked up and the large Flame puttered out.
It was as if time suddenly had sped up because he went from being unmoving to holding his figlio in the blink of an eye. He hoisted Tuna-fish into his arms and held him pressed against his chest. Iemitsu swallowed as he looked into tired chocolate eyes, he didn’t know what to do. He’d been so sure of everything he’d done in regards to his figlio but now he had no idea and it could put his figlio in danger.
Unlocking one’s Flame was always a risk because a person could unload every drop of Flame they had and die from the exhaustion. In a child those risks increased by a hundred-fold because they didn’t know how to regulate their Flame or sense their limit.
Just as Iemitsu was working himself, and his guardian by default, into a panic attack, he felt the calm soft presence of Timoteo’s Flame. He lifted brown eyes as the old man brought a glowing finger to little Tuna-fish’s head. Iemitsu almost took a step back but he trusted his cugino more than he trusted himself. The Flame touched the dozing boy’s head and disappeared. Instantly Iemitsu felt the difference; where before he could feel Tuna-fish’s Flame bubbling happily under his skin it was suddenly constrained and closed off. His little boy was a Neutral.
“I have locked his Flame Iemitsu. It is just too dangerous to him and others to have his Flames unlocked.” The old man said as he shook his head sadly. “Maybe when he is older with training…”
“No.” Iemitsu exclaimed as he pulled the sleeping child against his chest. His mind was racing as he thought of the consequences of that day’s events. He’d never wanted his child to be a Sky and to have to go through the harsh training demanded of Sky users or even be involved in the Mafia. As a Neutral his little Tuna-fish wouldn’t be hounded or head hunted by the various Famiglias. When he spoke again his was hoarse with emotion. “Promise me…”
“Promise what Iemitsu?” Timoteo asked after a moment. His eyebrows were drawn together as he stared into serious brown eyes. Iemitsu swallowed roughly and squared his shoulders as much as he could while holding his precious figlio.
“Promise me that so long as Tsunayoshi’s Flames are locked he will not be brought into the mafia.” His voice was low so that only the old man could hear.
“Iemitsu…” Timoteo drew back, shocked at the request and Iemitsu felt a dark pleasure at ruffling the capo di tutti capi⁸. The old man licked his lips and ran a hand through his shock of white hair before he met the younger man’s eyes again. “I promise.”
The blond sighed in relief as he sunk to his knees, the tension that had held him straight suddenly gone. In the background he could hear Saffron dealing with his second son and suddenly he felt ashamed of himself because he had forgotten about the boy.
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Tsu-kun knew something was wrong as soon as he opened his brown eyes. His head felt like it was filled with syrup and the world seemed to tilt wildly when he sat up. He sat there for several moments just waiting for the room to still; even then the world seemed off, less bright and straight. When he stood up his legs felt like jelly and he fell to the ground.
He stayed there for a while just breathing before standing again. Tsu-kun swayed as his room danced around, finally the room stilled enough to allow the boy to walk slowly to his door. He opened it with shaking hands and used the wall to steady himself as he stumbled in the hall.
When he reached the tall stairs that led down stairs he gripped the handrail tightly and began to descend. He made it almost all the way down before he tripped, his hands slipped and he went tumbling down the last few steps. He lay at the bottom of the stairs for a moment before tears sprung to his brown eyes. He cried softly, not wanting to wake his family.
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Iemitsu knew that he was fucked the moment he looked into the child’s eyes. Those blue eyes where a painful reminder of his one night of drunken fun prior to marrying his love, Nana. Maria had been a beauty with blue eyes and a wicked sense of humor that had left him in stitches and it hadn’t been a surprise to wake up next to her one morning.
Her son looked just like her and Iemitsu was sure that no one else would ever guess who the boy’s father was. The boy was only a little older than his twins making him the blond’s first born but he didn’t feel the same gut wrenching love towards him that he felt towards Tuna-fish or even the love he had for Mi-kun. Perhaps it was because the boy was a Rain, like his mother, or maybe it was because he hadn’t loved Maria.
Whatever he felt toward the child didn’t matter, as the boy’s only living parent it was his God given duty to care for him. Perhaps one day he would love the boy but for the moment Iemitsu felt it was enough to take the blue-eyed child in and give him the training to protect himself.
From that moment the child would be known as Basil and would be trained by the best in the world as an agent of C.E.D.E.F.
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Iemitsu arrived back in Japan six months after his hasty departure following the incident with Tuna-fish’s Flame and he was glad to be home. He had missed his family but lingering guilt had kept him away. The blond smiled as he looked up at the house that was his destination. His family had no idea he was coming but that was probably for the best, Nana was sure to be sore with him for leaving so suddenly and the twins were at that age where time moved too fast and he had already missed so much.
He almost turned back, went back to Italia⁹ and Basil, but he had missed his family so he got out of the car that had brought him from the airport. Saffron nodded at him and pulled away. Nana must have seen him from a window because the door opened before he had even reached the steps and his beautiful wife was throwing herself at him.
“Anata¹⁰!” Nana exclaimed as she clung to him. From the house pounding feet could be heard.
“Tou-chan!” Two bright and cheery voices drew his eyes to his twin sons. Little Mi-kun looked happy and healthy but Tuna-fish had a cast on his right arm and bruises doting his face. Iemitsu frowned as he set his wife down, and crouched in front of his boys.
“How’d Tuna-fish get hurt?” He asked the little boy, not caring that they were still on the front porch.
“I fell.” Tuna-fish said softly as he looked down. Iemitsu frowned harder but reached forward and ruffled both boys’ hair. They both beamed up at him and he led them back into the house. He would study this problem later.
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He’d been home for five days and he was not happy. Iemitsu had noticed it almost immediately, Tsunayoshi was different. For one thing he was clumsy and constantly getting hurt. For another he seemed to have trouble with school, like he couldn’t seem to remember even the simplest things or if he did it took everything he had to drag the information from the depths of his brain.
That just wasn’t the little boy he’d left all those months ago. This led him to thinking that it was a result of locking the brunette’s Flames, it seemed like someone had taken everything that made Tuna-fish the great child he was and locked it away as well. Iemitsu felt so guilty because he knew that the boy was hurting but he refused to undo the lock because he didn’t want the boy drawn into the mafia.
So, the blond man drank. Anytime he felt the guilt starting to strangle him he would pull out the bottles of sake and drown the feeling. He found that it helped and Nana didn’t seem to mind so he drank even more.
That day Nana had to go to the store and took Yoshimi with her, leaving Iemitsu alone with Tuna-fish for the first time and he found the guilt becoming too much as soon as the boy laid down for a nap without any fuss, he pulled out a bottle and drank.
Only half an hour later a thud sounded from the hall sending the drunk man into a panic. He rushed toward the sound only to find his Figlio curled up at the bottom of the steps. Iemitsu scooped the boy into his arms and hushed him as he started to cry. He quickly did a check to see if anything was broken and was thankful to find only some new bruises.
He carried the brunette child into the living room and cuddled him as best he could. Only the boy wouldn’t stop crying and holding his arm that was still in a cast, making the adult think he had jostled the bone. He didn’t know what to do to make his figlio feel better until he saw the bottle resting on the table where he had left it.
“I have something that will make the pain go away Tuna-fish,” He cajoled. He picked up the bottle and poured a good amount into a cup. He sat the boy up and handed him the cup. The boy drank the rice wine with a grimace but took it like a champ. Iemitsu filled the cup up again and held it out when the boy shook his head obviously not wanting to drink any more. “Please take your medicine Tuna-fish.”
The boy drank; he drank and drank until he passed out because he believed in his Tou-chan. Only then did Iemitsu allow his tears to fall. He’d crippled his figlio, for his own good, yes, but that fact didn’t make it any easier to handle. His bright little Sky would never be the same, that he was sure of now. The loss of Tsunayoshi’s Flames had changed the brilliant boy into a shadow of himself and Iemitsu wasn’t sure if the boy would be able to adjust, to live a happy life.
The blond man sat for an hour like that, holding his ruined figlio as he rocked back and forth, sobbing for the atrocity they committed onto his precious figlio. The boy remained unconscious the entire time, cuddling into his Tou-chan’s chest in his drunken stupor.
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Tsu-kun waved sadly as his Tou-chan pulled away. A tear slipped down his cheek as the black car disappeared around a corner. Tsu-kun felt a distance appearing between their little family and it left him shaken. Beside the little boy his Kaa-chan had a lost look on her face like she could feel it too, the darkness that had started to creep into their home.
Their shared companionship ended almost as soon as it started when his Kaa-chan shook her head and smiled brightly. It left Tsuna feeling more adrift then he’d felt since that morning he’d woken up and found the world around him not making any sense.
He felt as if for a second the world came to a standstill and once again he knew something just like he had before and the thing he knew without of any doubt was that his family was broken. Broken in a way that probably could never be repaired and that no matter how much love was poured into it or how much he tried to hold it together, one day it was going to shatter and the thought scared him to his bones.
And then the feeling was gone, the world began to spin again and his mind clouded over. Tsu-kun was left to drift once more in the amber fog that had taken him over all those months ago.
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Iemitsu returned to Japan, all too soon for his liking, seven months later when his dear friend Yamamoto Tsuyoshi called him in a panic, the man’s tsuma¹¹ and musuko¹² had been kidnapped in broad daylight. Tsuyoshi suspected his Harua-chan’s ex-famiglia had finally tracked them down. Iemitsu didn’t doubt it, runaway mafia princesses didn’t just disappear while in a protected area.
He feared that it was already too late the moment his feet touched down on Japanese soil. Too much time had passed since the kidnapping and he was sure this was a recovery mission instead of a rescue though he didn’t say a word when he met with the retired giovane d'onore¹³. The man held onto hope like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
The search surprisingly didn’t take long and C.E.D.E.F. agents were pounding down the door of an old warehouse within hours of landing. Iemitsu was one of the first into the dilapidated building, with his Sun and Lightning, Turmeric, on his heels he stormed the inner sanctum. The sight was horrific; the woman’s face was torn apart and he could see other signs of torture. The blond man scanned them room frantically until his eyes landed on a boy curled up in a corner.
“Thank God.” The blond man said as he rushed to scoop the boy into his arms. “It is alright now Takeshi-kun, your tou-chan sent me to bring you home.”
Iemitsu started walking out of that death chamber when the boy opened his mouth. The child’s voice was rough and damaged.
“Are you going to take Kaa-chan home too?” Iemitsu flinched hard and kept silent until they were outside when he turned to Turmeric and whispered quietly in Italian to package the body for shipping. Once that was done he slid into the back seat of an operations vehicle. The drive back to city was quiet and Iemitsu found himself unnerved by the boy’s blank amber eyes.
The man wondered if they had rescued young Takeshi to late, was he irreparable damaged by the sight of his kaa-chan’s torture and execution. It would be a shame if the boy was, given his parents Takeshi could very well be a great asset someday though Iemitsu was skeptical if Tsuyoshi would allow his son to be drawn into the life he and his wife had worked so hard to escape.
The familiar buildings of Namimori appeared outside the windows and Iemitsu felt dread in his stomach. How was he going to tell a friend that his wife who he had left the underworld for had been killed brutally. The blond sighed heavily as the car pulled to a stop. He opened the door and stepped out. Tsuyoshi was waiting outside TakeSushi.
“Iemitsu-kun did you find them? Please, say you found them.” Tsuyoshi demanded as he grabbed Iemitsu by the shoulders. He nodded silently and motioned for the ebony haired child to exit the car. Tsuyoshi looked about to cry as he stared at his son’s face before turning back to the other adult. “And Harua-chan?”
“I am sorry.” Iemitsu said as he shook his head sadly. Tsuyoshi fell to his knees as several days worth of pent up tears began streaming down his face. The raven-haired man stayed like that for several long minutes sobs shaking his body before sitting back on his heels, his face blank.
“Thank you, my friend, for bringing my musuko back to me.” His voice was rough with more tears but he didn’t start crying again. Instead he stood and picked up his quiet son and turned to the sushi shop. “If you don’t mind I wish to be alone with my… family.”
“Of course, Tsuyoshi, I will be back later to check up on you.” The blond said as he returned to the car and shut the door. Saffron started the car and drove away. As they passed into a familiar neighborhood the tall black man started to slow down but Iemitsu shook his head.
The car speed up again as they passed his house, guilt ate at him as he saw the porch light shining. He knew from reports that Nana left the light on every night he wasn’t there but Iemitsu just could not bring himself to go home yet. Saffron drove instead to the nearby Namimori hotel where the other members of C.E.D.E.F. were staying.
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Iemitsu wasn’t sure how he felt about the scene before him. It wasn’t an uncommon picture in the mafia world, someone on their knees before another offering up the reigns of a famiglia. But watching the new Sword Emperor, Squalo Superbi, give up the power of the Varia, to Xanxus of all people, left a sour taste in the blond’s mouth.
It wasn’t that he thought that his cugino wasn’t up to running the branch famiglia, in fact Iemitsu was sure that the raven-haired teen would be a great leader, in a few years. Xanxus was just a little too young, a little too wild around the edges, a little too rebellious. All perfectly reasonable given his age and background but Iemitsu felt it was a big risk for Nono¹⁴ to take.
Nono had never been fully embraced by his youngest figlio and now the man was handing the kid the control of the world’s best assassination squad. True it was Squalo’s decision as the current leader but everyone knew that the whole affair was taking place with the Don’s blessing and as both a father and the newest head of the C.E.D.E.F. Iemitsu just felt that it was a bad decision.
From his place in the front row of the small gathering he could clearly see the youngster’s arrogant smile, the entitled tilt to his head and the victorious gleam to those red eyes. Iemitsu pressed his lips into a harsh line as the Varia Sky ring was handed to the teen. Around him cheers went up at the successful passing of the torch so to speak, the loudest cheers came for the blond’s left where Nono and his remaining legitimate figlio were seated.
The young Squalo fell in behind his new leader as the celebration was moved into the inner halls of one of the Varia manors. Iemitsu was also worried about how that relationship was going to end. Squalo was noted to be brash and in your face, the perfect example of a Negative Rain, while Xanxus was a rash, demanding and enabled little bastard courtesy of his Flames of Wrath.
It was a match made in Hell, coupled with their teenage hormones they would either ending killing each other or fucking. He wasn’t sure which he would prefer. He took a deep breath and leaned against a wall semi-hidden in the shadows of a potted plant. As he watched the Don interact with all of his sons made his heart ache. He missed his Family, especially his Tuna-fish but he felt such guilt that he wanted to put some space between them, with the hope that the boy would heal from the damage they had inflicted. Besides he had the C.E.D.E.F. and Basil to take care of.
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He was a watcher. It was his job to watch and care for Iemitsu’s family from the shadows. To make sure the Sawadas were happy and safe. And he had, he’d done everything in his power to make sure no harm came to the people under his protection.
Over the years, he had come to care a great deal for the older of the twins, the tiny perfect little Sky. And then in the blink of an eye that little boy was gone and in his place was something else. Tsuna who had been such a happy, outgoing child with a heart as big as the moon was now a quiet, uncoordinated boy with no friends. The boy had even picked up a cruel moniker amongst not only his peers but the adults too, dame-Tsuna¹⁵.
He wasn’t quite sure what had caused this change in little Tsuna, only that the blame lay squarely on the shoulders of the Giovane Leone¹⁶ and Vongola Nono. And he found himself hating them for ruining the perfect little Sky. It was made worse by the new instructions he had been given, under no circumstances was little Tsuna to have any contact with the mafia.
That meant that he couldn’t even be seen by the boy anymore, leaving little Tsuna on his own to be bullied and tormented. His hate for the Vongola grew every day that he was forced to watch his little boy go through such pain and he knew that one day he’d make them pay for the things he was forced to watch the boy endure.
Translations
1 – Cugino – Italian – Cousin
2 – Figlio – Italian – Son
3 – Tadaima – Japanese – I’m home
4 – Okaeri – Japanese – Welcome home
5 – Kaa-chan – Japanese – Mommy
6 – Tou-chan – Japanese – Daddy
7 – Jii-chan – Japanese – Grampa
8 – Capo di tutti capi – Italian – Boss of Bosses
9 – Italia – Italian – Italy
10 – Anata – Japanese – Husband
11 – Tsuma – Japanese – Wife
12 – Musuko – Japanese – Son
13 - Ginave d’onore – Italian – Man of honor
14 – Nono – Italian – Ninth
15 – Dame – Japanese – Useless
16 – Giovane Leone – Italian – Young lion
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