Late Night Call...

In Japan

It had to be about midnight when the phone rang. Nana, who was just barely asleep after a long exhausting day, sat up reluctantly and rubbed her eyes. A yawn escaped her lips as she left her bedroom, wrapped in a pink house robe. She shuffled her way down the steps to where the phone was located. A mirror she had passed reflected her brown messy hair and her tired half lidded eyes.

"Moshi Moshi," Nana yawned, answering the phone.

"I'm very sorry ma'am, have I interrupted your sleep?" The voice on the other end definitely belonged to a woman. Before Nana could respond, the woman continued, "I'm calling regarding my child, who I have reason to believe you have in your custody. This is the Sawada residence, isn't it?"

"Yes," Nana responded automatically, trying to keep her attention on the caller, which proved to be quite difficult.

"Then it should be no problem if I came to collect him tomorrow, correct?"

"Nope, no problem."

"Excellent. Have a nice night, ma'am. We'll be seeing each other very soon."

"Alright."

The conversation was over just like that. Nana rubbed her eyes, yawned, and shuffled her way back up to her bedroom. It wasn't until she was under her blankets again, her eyes closed, that she realized the words she had exchanged with a woman on the phone. Suddenly, she was not so tired. The worry ate her fatigue away and she sat up.

She was about to lose one of her children.

In Italy

"Madam?" a servant adorning glasses poured coffee into a cup before his mistress, "I'm assuming you had a stroke of luck."

"My father believes he can keep me away from my child," the woman cut into the pastry set before her, "I don't appreciate the notion at all."

"The boss is simply trying to do what he feels is best for you," the servant offered, "I'm sure he had good intentions."

"I have half the mind to go up there and tell him where he can shove his good intentions," the woman frowned at the thought of her father lying to her for months, before sighing, "It doesn't matter anymore. I've located him and will be going to Japan after dinner to reunite with him. As my personal servant, I would like it if you were to come with me Julian."

"Of course, madam."

"And remember," the woman, who could not have appeared any older than twenty, put a finger to her lips as her green eyes shimmered mischievously, "It's our secret."

"I understand."

"Good. Make the preparations."

Julian was out of the room in an instant. The woman sipped her coffee, loose curls falling into her face. She tucked them away with one hand, a knowing smile slipping onto her face.

If Julian doesn't betray her she'll pretend nothing was different during dinner as she conversed with her loving father. She won't smile too widely or fidget too much, nor will she have any sudden reactions when he asks her if she found her son, whom he claimed ran away.

At that moment, she'd lie – say she hadn't located him – then she'd stand. She'd stretch and leave, muttering about going to bed early as if her heart had cracked just a bit more at the thought of her son. Once in her room, she'd pack for her trip. She'd have Julian drive her to the airport across town and she'd be gone.

Yes, her plan was foolproof. She had even devised a plan for the scenario in which Julian told her
father. Her eyes narrowed.

The woman was not fond of the ways of the mafia. She was the least involved amongst her siblings – two older brothers and an older sister – but she stayed in the mansion for several reasons, one being that she was the youngest of her father's children. But in the event that Julian ratted her out, the woman would show them all just how much of a mafia boss' daughter she was.

She'd kill him.

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Okay, so here's the thing – this whole scenerio came up when I was watching Reborn with my friend and she suddenly said, "Where did all of these kids come from?"

And then I realized that no child, mafia or not, could be born without a mother. So, in the end, this is what it became. It's fun to write, too.

Of course, I know you know who's mother was on the phone. It's kind of obvious. If you don't, then you won't know for sure until chapter three.

Of course I don't own KHR.

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