Nana not my most favorite character but, I feel she should have a story of her own. Get her point of view on what it's like to married to a man who's in the mafia and be the mother of a son who's going to be a mafia leader.

Enjoy.

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Mother Nature Chapter 1 Assassination Attempt

When Tsuna was two, some strange man broke into our house and tried to kill him. Of course I saw the attempt because I usually check in on him to make sure he was alright. The man saw me and he tried to stab Tsuna, but somehow I was faster and I killed him first. I don't remember grabbing the scissors by the door and I don't remember running across the room to stab the guy, I just did. And when it was all over, I just remember being entranced by the man blood. I freaked quietly as to not disturb Tsuna, I didn't want to wake him.

I glanced at the body of the man and threw up. His eyes were wide and unseeing. Never to see the light again. I wondered who the man was. He couldn't have been a robber because if he was he would've came through the kitchen window or the front door and he couldn't have been a serial killer after all, I watched the news and there nothing mention about killers being on the loose. I shook my head. I was stalling from trying having to clean up the body.

I went to my room and went to the closet. I found a pick axe, a shovel, gasoline, acid, I used to wonder why my husband would bring stuff like this home, but I'm glad he did. I grabbed a plastic wheel barrel and rolled it to Tsuna's room, then I picked the body up the best I could because the man had hundreds of pounds on me.

Looking around the room the blood splatter on the walls and on Tsuna's bed. The happy yellow wall paint was tainted. I needed to hurry, I thought as I looked at the canary wall clock it was three o'clock in the morning and in two hours people were going to start their day.

I made a mental note:

1. Grab a gallon of gasoline.

2. Grab two gallons of acid.

3. Grab a shovel.

Okay so here's the game plan, I'm going to take the body out to Namimori forest and I'm going to dig a deep enough hole. Then I'll dump the body and pour gasoline and acid onto it, then… matches that's what I need. Can't forget that and burn the body along with all the evidence and clean the house as thoroughly as possible so nobody will notice.

It was virtually fool proof, I pick up the blankets, the rugs, and shoved them into the barrel, stain removal nor peroxide was going to clean them, so I might as well burn them too. I pulled the body out of Tsuna's room and dragged it down the stairs. I almost forgot the crucial fact about me; image. I needed to uphold my appearance no matter what. I hurried up and change into yesterdays clothes and set off leaving Tsuna alone. Foolish I know, but I put him in my bathroom and locked the door, nobody was getting in and he couldn't get out.

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I made it home in a record of time. Getting rid of the evidence was easy enough. I pour acid on the body and it dissolved almost right away. Then I dumped the towels into the hole that the body was currently dissolving in and I poured gasoline over it and lit it up. It was done and I started crying.

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Against my better judgement I kept the bucket and I felt if I hosed it down, it be fine and I'll put it in my closet and none would be the wiser. I pulled Tsuna out of his bloody clothes and moved him to my room, and I started cleaning the room. I never been so glad that Imeitsu was so adament about keeping rugs it made cleaning easier.

By the time the sun rised, I had the walls and floors cleaned and repainted. I was my clothes and hung them out to dry and cook breakfast in a matter of hours.

I looked at my hand and in my mind, I knew my hands would never be cleaned again, but it was okay. I would go to hell and back for my son, he's the only person I have left in my life since Imeitsu us working a traffic constructor.

"Mama," I hear Tsuna calling for me. I sighed and put on a big smile for him. It's okay, it was a one time deal, it'll never happen again.

Little did I know I was going to get a whole lot creative for the next couple of years.

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