A/N: *Regains consciousness, only to find myself in what looks like an underground bunker* My captors are stepping up their game it seems. They just tied me to a chair with a cup of coffee and the order to write. *sweat drops* If you want to suggest another character to create a backstory for, feel free to suggest one in a review or PM. And if you like learning random facts like I do, feel free to read the note at the end.
Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! and I'm legally obligated to write this. God knows if I was a mangaka I would have sooo many hiatuses on my stories. *Tries not to look at unfinished stories needing an update*
Nana's Story: The Shrine Maiden That Wanted More
Nana Higurashi knew that she came from a strange family, that much was certain. Her father was the head priest of a small shrine while her mother was often working in Europe. Since her father couldn't cook to save his life, usually burning everything he touched, Nana quickly took over cooking. It was therapeutic for the young girl, allowing her to concentrate on creating dishes instead of her surroundings.
Masaru Higurashi was a man with a broad build, messy dark brown hair and an always present grin. As a priest, he knew many of the people in town and genuinely cared for the people. There were even times when he would do an exorcism or purification ritual for free if the family couldn't afford the fees. As time passed their services were called upon less often, but would often give back to the community in other ways.
Nana's mother was a foreigner. Violet Higurashi was an Interpol agent and often was away for long periods of time. When she was home, she would bond with young Nana over cooking and gardening. She had long light brunette hair and light blue eyes, she looked like she wouldn't harm a fly. Nothing could be more wrong.
On one of the rare days the woman was home, Nana was telling Violet about her day while her mother cut some vegetables. They heard something thud against the window in the next room, a man's voice cursing from the outside. Nana screamed, clinging onto her mother's apron. Violet's eyes narrowed and she gently patted her daughter's head. "Hide behind the island my little sunshine." She says softly as her eyes darkened. Wordlessly Nana nodded as Violet reached into the false bottom of the silverware drawer, revealing her pistol.
Nana heard the window shatter as Violet walked into the room, taking off the safety of her gun. "What the!" The burglar wasn't expecting to find someone in the home. "Get out of my house." Violet says icily, pointing the weapon at the man. Her eyes burned in anger that, not only was someone invading her home but that they were terrifying her child! "You wouldn't-" Violet gave the man a warning shot, shooting mere centimeters from the man's foot. "One more step and the next bullet will go into your head." There was no fear, no hesitation. The man let out a high pitched screech and was so terrified that he went back through the window he broke.
Violet rolled her eyes, noticing the blood on the shards of glass. The burglar's face may have been covered but there was enough DNA to get a decent profile. "Okaa-san? Are they gone?" Nana asks quietly, Violet gave the child a reassuring smile. "He's gone and he definitely won't come back. Just stay in the kitchen while I call the police, okay?"
Masaru had returned from a purification ritual to see a police car in their driveway. Violet and Nana were on the front porch, speaking to an officer. His wife looked irritated by the officer's lackluster job of investigation, the young man kept asking her if she was aware that her firearm was considered illegal to citizens. "Of course I'm bloody aware! I made sure to register my service firearm. Would you rather I have used a shotgun and actually killed him?" She asks sarcastically. "Violet, what happened?" Masaru asks. "Police incompetence, that's what. I'll gather up the evidence and hand it in to the chief myself. Could you keep an eye on Nana?" Violet asks, itching to get her hands on her camera. "No problem. Let's go get some ice cream Nana." Nana beamed, ecstatic to spend time with her father.
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In her teenage years, Nana was hit with the devastating loss of her mother. Violet had been investigating the Estraneo family, a crime family that was rumored to be experimenting on young children. She and her team hadn't known what they were walking into and weren't prepared to be attacked by humans with pyrokinesis. It had taken a month to find her remains. Masaru's smile had dimmed, not as spirited as he had been. Nana was now acting as a miko for the shrine, using her polite demeanor and bright smile to sell charms.
Most of Nana's classmates would preach about Nana's heavenly cooking, but would admit that the girl wasn't all there. She had trouble concentrating in classes but managed to breeze by with average grades. In memory of her mother, she decided that she would become a chef. All she wanted was a loving husband and a child of her own. Since she only worked part-time at the shrine she decided to apply for a position in an Italian themed cafe. She was hired as a waitress and would often chat with the chefs, learning foreign dishes and practice how to make them herself. Masaru was very supportive and loved eating the new dishes that she would prepare.
It was this job that lead Nana to a handsome young man named Iemitsu Sawada. He was with a older man in a suit, both looking sharp in Italian suits. There was just something about the rugged man that drew Nana to him like a moth to a flame. Timoteo watched in amusement as his flustered Outside Adviser tried covering his anxiety by speaking even louder than usual. Nana giggled as Iemitsu tried not to embarrass himself. Both Italian men left and Nana sighed dejectedly. She picked up the check and smiled when she spotted a paper with the name Iemitsu scrawled on it, as well as a phone number.
Having a long distance relationship wasn't strange for Nana, she remembered staying up with her father in the past for her mother's nightly phone calls. She learned that he worked for the Vongola company as field adviser and Iemitsu would often grumble about his fellow co-workers. They fell in love over letters and phone calls, Iemitsu visiting Nana's small town once a month. Masaru hadn't liked the man but Nana was surprisingly stubborn. Her father was worried that, like his wife, the man would die over seas and break Nana's heart.
When Iemitsu and Nana got married, they moved to a small town called Namimori. It was a new start, where Nana Sawada would be her own person instead of Masaru's daughter. Nine months after their marriage Tsunayoshi Sawada would greet the world. Iemitsu was already on the phone, talking to his boss in hurried Italian. "It's nice to finally meet you Tsu-kun." Tsuna opened his eyes, blinking innocently at his mother before he began to fuss.
"Iemitsu dear, come over here for a moment." The Italian was like a giant child, nervously fidgeting beside the hospital bed. "Tsu-kun, that's your Papa. Do you want to hold him Iemitsu?" Iemitsu sputtered, not wanting to accidentally suffocate or drop the baby. Nana carefully instructed her husband on how to support Tsuna in his arms, watching as Iemitsu seemed to melt when he held their child. She smiled, taking a well earned rest.
*For anyone interested in Japanese gun laws, they're very strict and only allow citizens to carry air rifles and shotguns from what I've seen. Handguns are strictly forbidden and can earn a person up to ten years in jail. You have to take an all day class and pass a written test held once a month as well as a shooting range test. Then you have to take a psychological and drug test and hand the results over to the police. Going even further you have to document where you keep the firearm in your home and pass a background check. Even the yakuza tend to use knives instead since guns are looked down upon in their society. (At least that's the gist I got from an article I read.) So Nana's mother having connections to Interpol was really the only thing keeping her from jail time.