Sepira honestly hated Kawahira sometimes. Just because the humans didn't live as long as them, or possess the same flame capacity didn't mean that they were inferior. In fact, their short lives made them far more motivated to change themselves and the world. Take that young man she'd entrusted the Vongola Rings to. He had a heart of gold, and the neighbourhood he'd grown up in had transformed into a bustling town. She was sure he'd have a bright future ahead of him, regardless of the strangely fuzzy image she got whenever she tried to take a peek. Calling her proud was an understatement.

After she and Kawahira had had their umpteenth argument, she'd given up. Let him live like a recluse. She'd found herself a wonderful man-Antonio was sweet and caring and didn't mind that she'd still be alive long after he'd died. He'd even suggested that they have a child, so she wouldn't be so lonely after he passed.

That had been thirty years ago. Antonio had sadly perished in a gunfight, something he'd been resigned to ever since he'd joined the mafia. Sepira had cried for days, and created her own famiglia to honor him. The Giglio Nero was flourishing and she was expecting grandchildren any day now. She was a bit torn over the fact that it would be a girl, since it made it all the more likely that they would inherit her shaman powers. She didn't want to burden them with visions of the future. They were always just obscure enough to make them extremely difficult to change, but clear enough that there was always that whisper of guilt. That she could have done something to help.

But that wasn't the problem right now. The problem was that she'd had another vision. One where that blithering idiot Kawahira was rippng the pacifiers from the "Arcobaleno", in order to pass them onto the next seven. The poor things would almost certainly die from it, and it wasn't even necessary! So long as the two of them or any of their descendants worked together, it was possible to gently extract the pacifiers without harming the hosts. If it came down to it, they could split the pacifiers down some more. But when she confronted the idiot, he'd spouted some nonsense about the risk of failure and how splitting it would reduce the efficiency. He'd dared to tell her that small sacrifices are necessary to prevent greater ones! If he 'd just stop being so stubborn, there would need to BE any sacrifices. While she'd been momentarily stunned by his specious arguments, he'd run off. Now he was refusing to respond to any of her messages. Unfortunately, her powers lay mostly in precognition, and she wouldn't be able to force the man to see reason. Hence her current decision.

She ran through her mental checklist. She'd passed on the Mare Rings to her little boy, and he'd understood its importance, promising to pass it down the family line unless they found someone who was more fitted for it. She was sure she could trust them with her mission. Then she'd found that young vigilante who'd impressed her so, and he'd pledged that his family would protect the rings, even if he had to seal their powers. The strange young blind boy he'd had with him had promised to care for the rings, always. Despite being sure he was a human, she was strangely inclined to trust his words. She sat down, and focused. This would be her last contribution to this world.

Kyuseishu Ichi was the perfect Japanese woman. She'd often been called a Yamato Nadeshiko, something she found rather insulting, since she knew Nadeshiko and the girl was a good ten years younger than her. But people only saw what they liked to see, and Ichi was perfectly comfortable with that. One small insult could never be bad enough to ruin the fact that everyone came to her with their own expectations, and no one bothered to look into who she really was. If only they tried to look deeper, they'd see an intelligent young woman who was motivated by far more than empty compliments and mindless flattery. What she wanted more than anything, was to make a difference to this idiotic world. And to that end, she'd do anything. What she couldn't stand was the fact that no one listened to her calls of peace and coexistence. Despite the men around her claiming that they'd do anything for her, when she tried to get them to use their words rather than their swords, they just patted her head and told her nonsense like "It's not your place. This is a man's duty". Hah! What drivel, they just reveled in the feeling of power, using purely their instincts to make decisions. What was the point of evolution is they were just going to act like barbarians? It was the last straw when she saw a pair of idiots fighting over a child, spouting some drivel about taking him on as a protege. Yet they cared not for the boy himself, as she watched the boy totter unsteadily towards the river. She saw him slip, and her body moved on it's own, running to him and throwing him back. She lost her balance. Kyuseishu Ichi plunged into the icy water.

Sepira took calm deep breaths, and channeled all of her energy into one point. As the ball of energy in her heart slowly culminated, she thought of a person that she believed had the greatest potential to change the world: someone born in the wrong time, but had the greatest heart. Someone whose resolve was strong but had the flexibility to adapt to anything. As she released the energy from her body, Sepira smiled, and took her last breath.

Kyuseishu Ichi woke up in a pool of blood, and a splitting headache. Despite the lack of injury on her person, the blood obviously belonged to her. Wasn't she in a river? She remembered regretting how little she'd done in her life, but being grateful that she could have saved one life in her last moments. So what was she doing here? And what were these things surrounding her?

The crying of a baby startled her out of her mental spiral. A baby? What would that be doing here? Following the noise, she found a little boy. He looked obviously uncomfortable, and she intuitively knew that he'd wet himself. What? Checking the diaper, which she somehow understood, she found that she was right. What's happening to me? Why do I know this? Wait. Did he just call me mama? Oh no, where's his mother? Omigodamihismotherwhatdoidowhereshisfather. His father! Grasping this tiny ray of hope she ran about the house looking for the boy's father, only to find the house empty. An earsplitting cry rang through the house, and Ichi remembered that she hadn't changed the boy's diaper. Rummaging in a cupboard, she found a new diaper and changed him. Picking him up, she rocked him until he fell asleep.

At which point she looked down and saw the blood drying on her shirt. Omigod! There's still blood everywhere! What if the father comes back to this! With that thought, Ichi ran about the house, cleaning everything up. She seemed to know intuitively where everything was and how to use it. I guess instinct is useful sometimes, huh? How ironic. The only thing keeping me mostly functional is my intuition. Guess I shouldn't have insulted it so much, huh?

After a few minor mishaps, and entertaining the baby until it went back to sleep again, the sun had set. She still saw no sign of anyone returning to the house. I guess I'll turn in. Can't leave a baby in the house alone. Scooping up the baby, she took him to the large bed in the master bedroom, and tucked them both in.

That night Kyuseichu Ichi dreamed. A black-haired lady with a star mark under one eye appeared before her.

"Who are you?"

"I am Sepira, the one who brought you to this time"

"YOU'RE responsible for this?! What am I doing here? What did you do? Why am I here? What's with the baby? "

Sepira held her hand up, stopping the outburst.

"I know you must be confused, but I believe that you are the best candidate for this job."

"Job? What job? "

"The boy you hold in your hands, is a vital to the good of the world. He will bring peace to the Underworld, and subsequently the world itself.

So what am I here for?"

"You have the greatest resolve to change the world, and have a pure heart, but were taken before your time. So I am giving you a chance. A chance to raise the wind of change. "

The conversation continued. Sepira patiently answering all the questions Ichi had, having had enough of the obscurity of her own visions. That night, Ichi became Sawada Nana, loving housewife and mother. And, unknown to anyone else, personal teacher for one Sawada Tsunayoshi on the morals and goodness of the world. She would be his staunchest supporter come what may.

A/N: This story mainly came from my inability to accept that Nana is such an airhead. Slight AU. Smart!Nana, Probably BAMF!Tsuna! Hope you enjoy.