A.N. So this is my first story here on fanfiction. The title is currently Blooming Flowers, Floating Clouds, as you currently know. If someone would like to be my beta that would be great. I'm sure I have spelling mistakes and grammar, my grammar has died in a hole. I'm not sure how quickly I will update, I guess it's how happy I am with this fic. All reviews will be much appreciated and if any one has any questions feel free to leave a review or PM me.

Disclaimer: I do not, in any form or fashion, own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. I do however own Emiko and all persons related to Emiko, such as her 'Kaa-san Azumi. I also own Hibari Akiko.


Namimori, Japan

The first time that Kurowa Emiko met Hibari Kyoya was on the first day of preschool. Although of course, by all rights they should have met sooner, but this was their first meeting.

Their mothers were great friends, Hibari Akiko and Kurowa Azumi often chatted after work, or spent time together during the weekends. They had been childhood friends, but with the business of marriage had forgotten to introduce their children until they were both three years old.

Kyoya was just about a month older than Emiko, although the two children were far more grown up than the normal three year old, and therefore their age difference did not seem all that prevalent.

Of course, the two mothers regretted not introducing their children now as they stood in front of the Namimori Preschool gate. It really looked like it would take a miracle to get their children to speak to each other.

Kyoya, a stiff, strong willed little black haired boy stood in front of Akiko, and Emiko, a normally friendly little girl, stood awkwardly a few feet away from him.

"Ohayo." She said quietly, her red eyes meeting his steel grey ones evenly in the face.

"Hn." Was his only reply at this attempt to reach out to him. And just for a moment, a bit of hurt flashed across Emiko's face. She had only tried to be friendly. Although...as she assessed the boy in front of her, perhaps he did not agree to friendliness.

Akiko admonished her son gently, trying to get him to understand that 'Hn' was not the proper way to greet someone. Kurowa Azumi simply squeezed her daughter's shoulders, and whispered goodbye.

"I'll pick you up when your finished alright Emi?" She said fondly. Emiko looked up and nodded.

"I'll see you later 'Kaa-san." She said quietly.

A little while after, Akiko left as well after saying goodbye to her son.

The two children were left to their own devices. Both of them did not look at each other at all, and stared determinedly ahead. A little while afterwards they simultaneously began walking, stopped, and began walking again. In the end, they walked side by side into the school building, still not looking at each other.


In front of the Sawada household, the one year old little Sawada Tsunayoshi was being cradled in the arms of his mother. His father was leaving for work again as Sawada Nana tried to look happy and cheerful. That of course was her usual self, but Iemistu was leaving again, and she was far from overjoyed.

Iemistu however, did not seem to notice her unhappiness and proceeded to tell her how he was 'going off to become a star.' After he disappeared from her sight, Nana walked back into the house, her shoulders hunched. She had no way of knowing when her husband would be back, sometimes it was as little as a week. Other times it was months. Either one left her unsure of where he was or what he was doing.

But she would have to stay strong. For her, as it was only 8:30 in the morning, there was still a long day ahead in an large, empty house with her son whom she adored. She would make sure that Tsuna was loved to the best of her ability. She was young still, and just 21 years old. There was still a lot to do, the breakfast dishes to be washed for one.


Yamamoto Tsuyoshi held his one year old son, Takeshi, in front of his wife's grave. Yamamoto Kana had been a beautiful woman, but she had died just before Takeshi's first birthday due to cancer.

It was around midmorning, the sky was a little cloudy but it was only in splotches, and the sky was very blue behind the clouds.

"That's your Kaa-san, Takeshi. Say hello?" He said quietly blinking back tears. The death of his wife had been quite recent after all. Even though the years may pass he would never forget her.

He placed a bunch of white lilies in front of her gravestone and just stood there for a while, remembering.

I promise that our son will be happy Kana. He vowed before leaving the graveyard. Today, because he had come to visit Kana, he was a bit late in opening his sushi shop. It wouldn't happen tomorrow. Perhaps he would have to get up earlier.


In the Sasagawa household, two year old little Ryohei watched his little sister Kyoko sleep. His Otou-san had gone to work already while his Okaa-san was cooking lunch in the kitchen.

However he was currently still marveling the perfection known as his younger sister. Kyoko was definitively perfect. Her eyelashes were long and fluttered very peacefully as she slept. Her little fingers and toes were all perfect as well. She was just generally perfect to him.

He was only quiet when one or both of them were sleeping. Currently Kyoko was sleeping, and he was silent, an odd rarity in the Sasagawa household. Indeed, Ryohei was that obsessed with Kyoko.

His mother tiptoed into the room, Kyoko was a light sleeper.

"Ryohei, it's time for lunch." She whispered, and he nodded back. Taking one last adoring look at Kyoko he went to join his mother for lunch.


Florence, Italy

Lavina Gokudera cried silently as she handed her son, Hayato, over to the stern, stiff men who had come to pick him up. Illegitimate children were not allowed in the mafia, and it had been foolhardy for her to believe that she could get away with keeping Hayato. If she wanted him to survive, her only option was to give up her claim to him, and be known as only his piano teacher.

It was a cruel blow, but she was strong enough. He would be happy with his father, that she knew. He would survive. The other option was unthinkable.

She had already decided, and handed her one year old child over to the stone faced men.

"He'll have the best of care."

"I know."

And little Hayato was taken away from her, and wouldn't be seen again until another year.


Headquarters of the Estraneo Family

The three year old Mukuro Rokudo looked around as he woke up from his nearly dreamless sleep. He had no idea what time it was. It was permanently artificially lit where he was. The cages which housed children just like him were filthy. There were many children here, but he didn't talk to them. He was still permanently traumatized.

At least they had let him keep his sister. As his thoughts went along this thread hatred stirred in his heart. There was no reason for them to do this, to take away their family.

He was sure that something had happened to his parents. They had told him that he wouldn't be taken just the night before everything went black and he woke up here.

It had been a few months since then. He didn't recall the name given to his little sister. In a way he didn't understand how to name a human, so he just rearranged the letters of his name. Kuromu Dokuro. That would do, he thought, it was alright as far as naming went.

He was going to get out of here that much he knew. There just was not enough of a future here, and it was all misery anyway. When he got out they would all pay for his suffering.

He looked down at Kuromu, who he was currently holding. They had been taken, and he was going to get out. She was a little heavy for his three year old arms, even though she was quite thin. Still he refused to put her down.

They would have to be fed at some point. That much he was certain of. They would be fed at some point.


A.N. Please tell me how I am doing. Also this story is strictly AU as some of you may have already noticed. If you start to see any Mary-Sue-ness in Emiko tell me, because that is not the intention of this fic.

Thank you.

Leaf-chan.