Un Cielo Etorno - A Eternal Sky. Translated from google and all language translations will be from there-apologies in advance, I don't mean to offend anyone.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn, it's too awesome and while I can be awesome it doesn't reach that level of awesome. This is my first time writing a Katekyo Hitman Reborn fic, so I hope it goes well and is well liked. Do enjoy this because I know I am going to enjoy writing it!

Summary: Nono raised his hand, index finger outstretched ready to seal young Tsunayoshi's flames, only for his hand to be intercepted by a smaller one,"You can't, they're mine" and his breath hitches as his eyes meet resolved orange orbs.

Warnings: Overprotective!Guardians, Child!Guardians (for now), Mama Bear!Nana, Strong!Smart!Tsuna and Reborn-'cause the shit he does and comes up with deserves a warning.

Extra Warnings: This is being typed up on wordpad so please forgive me if there are any typos/grammer mistakes, I need to re-install Microsoft Word and it's going to take a while!

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Prologue.
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Nana knew the instant her brown eyes met her newborn son's equally brown ones that he was going to grow to be a kind and wonderful man and she is going to be there every step of the way and watch him transform into that man.

She cooed softly at him, her fingers lightly brushing the brown tuff on his head and watched delightedly as his own fingers stretched, reaching out for her's and then clasping his fingers around them. She gasped softly as a tingle ran up her arm, Kami her son had quite the grip despite being a newly born, she thought! Well, looked like her son was going to be just as strong as his papa! She giggled, turning to the man who had given her such a bundle of joy.

Iemitsu grinned at his wife, running his hands through his beloved's hair. "Oh Nana, My Nana, thank you for bringing our child into this world." He said it earnestly, with love pouring from his words and eyes.

Nana smiled lovingly, "Tsunayoshi," Iemitsu blinked at her, "Our son's name will be Tsunayoshi, my Tsu-kun!"

Iemitsu smiled fondly, planting a kiss on the crown of his Nana's head before bending over his wife's form and peering at his young child. His eyes gazed in awe at his son-who upon seeing another figure let out a small sound, his left hand reaching out for him. Breath caught in his throat, Iemitsu offered his right hand to his son watching closely as his son captured the tip of his index and middle finger in his own tiny hand. Eyes widening at the grip, he came to the same conclusion Nana had and laughed softly. "Tsunayoshi, papa's going to teach you to be just like him!"

As if understanding his words, Tsunayoshi let out a gurgle, grip tightening and Iemitsu's heart pumps faster at the warmth that came with it. Within him, his flame reacts-his own body heating and Iemitsu gasped, lightly letting go of his son as to not jostle him and took a step back trying to control his flame. 'What was that!?' Iemitsu thought, he was always one to be in control of his flame especially around his wife! Said wife turned to look at him questioningly, her thoughts expressed on her face 'is something wrong?'. Iemitsu shook his head, grinning so to ease her. "Our son is amazing! Papa's so proud of him!" Nana beamed at her husband, turning back to coo at her son again-"Hear that Tsu-kun, Papa said his proud of you and so is Mama!"

And he was, now that he had regained control of his flame he stared at his son with a new perspective, after all his son had just enticed his flame to respond to his own. Iemitsu hadn't seen his son's flame manifest but he had felt it-in the moment his fingers touched his son's, his son had enforced his flame to create a connection. Now, not many mafioso's new that dying will flames(the mafioso's that did know about them) could be used to establish a connection. A connection that could be used to track down people-as long as the flames had touched.

His son had lighted his flame (you just couldn't see it) and even urged his papa's flame to connect with his! His grin grew, chest puffing with pride and Iemitsu knows that his son will grow to be powerful with a firm and unwavering resolve that many will willingly follow.

Lost in his newfound realisation regarding his son, Iemitsu is oblivious to Nana's gaze as well as the new perspective she looks at him from.

Nana is not as ignorant like many people believe, she is in fact rather observant but unlike others is well aware of which observations she should share and which she should keep to herself. This recent observation she has made will be kept in the latter category. Nana knew her husband was most likely not a construction worker like he claimed he was. Some of the postcards her husband sent were simply too farfetched but she wasn't going to pry. She briefly wondered if she should-especially since they have a child now.

She had been watching the father-son interaction closely not wanting to miss a single thing(after all, these will be precious memories of her Tsu-kun) and therefore caught sight of the sudden soft, light orange glow from inbetween the two hands. Nana would have thought it to be a trick of the light but it is past midnight and the hospital lights are bright and white. There is no orange light within the hospital room that would have caused a glow like that especially within the enclosed space in her Tsu-kun's palm. She didn't know what it was or what it meant but having looked from the corner of her eyes to discern her husband's reaction and mentally noting every little thing down(for later observations) she realised Iemitsu wasn't surprised, meaning this isn't the first time he had seen the glow-whatever it was. So she decided to keep this to herself, a lack of reaction from something strange indicated that person had already seen something like that before or had witnessed even stranger things.

For that reason and because her husband, irrespective of his take-things-easy-and-go-with-the-flow attitude, always meant well and if it had been alarming he would have long since had it dealt with so she had no cause to be panicked or worried.

Both parents lost in their muses were unaware of the fixed, intent look their son had on them. Had a nurse walked in she would have flitted in astonishment at the mature, knowledgeable stare the baby had on his parents because it would have been abnormal. For no baby should have a studious gaze on their parents let alone a newborn baby, specifically a glowing one with orange flickering.

Baby Tsunayoshi peered up at the two people who had been around longest and knew instinctively that they were his parents because he had a feeling in his tiny chest mineminefamilymine. And that feeling had only increased when he had touched them- a tingly feeling going through his small body before setting with a light flutter in his chest. He let out a pleased sound.

Nana blinked, startled at the sound and feeling a slight tug on her maternity dress, looked down to see her son gazing at her, eyelids fluttering, making her realise her son was feeling sleepy. She put her newest observation at the back of her mind to ponder on later, rocking her son softly. Beside her, Iemitsu smiled looking over his new family.

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This is just the beginning and I will have the next chapter uploaded soon. I hope you enjoyed this mini pre-cap of the whole story-I actually wanted to give an insight on the family bond between the Sawada family. There will be no bashing-well not planned ones anyway, I'll drop a warning if there is.

I do have other stories but being an avid reader and anime watcher-I'm watching one anime and then writing/reading a story then watching another anime and writing/reading stories about that. I'm sure you get the gist of it by now. I actually-using the sticky notes app have one list of stories to read and another of anime to watch so yeah...but Katekyo Hitman Reborn just has something that's got me hooked. Other than the times I'm day-dreaming or going about my daily life, I'm internally vibrating with story ideas. Oops, that would sort of go into the day-dreaming category too.

Anyway's, do leave a review 'cause it's a writers fuel. Like a petrol car that only run's with petrol, writers run for reviews. So~leave a review!

P.S. The positive point for having wordpad means I can type phrases in other languages and not have the auto spelling checker blaring angry red squiggly lines at me beacause of my grammer/spelling mistakes. And frankly, I'm going to abuse it,

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