This idea has been floating around in my brain for quite some time, so I decided to finally write it down. This is my first multi chapter fic, so be tolerant, okay? I'm so much better at oneshots. The first chapter is a bit short, but I promise they won't all be! Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: If I owned, khr wouldn't be as good as it is.
Iemitsu held the wailing baby in his shaking, blood soaked hands. Somehow, he knew that this would happen. His intuition told him. His intuition told him that if he was open with her, if he kept no secrets, if he was one hundred percent honest, she would be killed.
He couldn't even tell whose sobs were his by this point. He felt another surge of anger, at himself, at the baby he held, at the dead men lined up on the floor. A mixture of Nana's bodyguards and the assassins.
They weren't supposed to kill her. They were supposed to kill the baby. They were supposed to kill the Decimo.
He hadn't gotten there in time. He had burst through the door to find his wife bleeding out on the ground, multiple bullet wounds in her chest. He found his crying baby on the ground, another gun aimed for it's tiny head. The rest was a blur, all he remembered was rage, and then he was covered with blood.
He clutched he baby tighter, trying to sooth it, but only managing to smear the crimson liquid all over it's face. Nana's face.
He stood, running for the door. He can get away from here. He can go to Italy, where his baby will be loved. Where Nana's baby will be loved. He looked down at the small, now calm face of his child, the big, doe like eyes staring into his soul. He can already tell that his child, their child will grow up to be as kind as she is, as she was.
And now, looking down onto the sleeping face of his daughter, he knows that it'll be alright. They'll make it through this.
They have to.