Sawada Nana lay, once again in a pool of her own blood.

Luckily, she'd left little Tsuna with a neighbour that day, having realised a week into her new life that her "husband" was clearly a lost cause. Unfortunately, she'd been putting off all the chores that weren't essential to their survival so she could spend more time with Tsuna, thinking that she could do them when he came home. Thus dust had piled up, dishes were unwashed and the entire house needed a proper clean. So she'd left Tsuna with a neighbour. Halfway through cleaning the kitchen, she was assassinated. She should have listened to that feeling telling her leave the house that morning.

"Huh. I am ridiculously easy to kill. It only took one hit! I didn't even sense someone in the house!"

As she lay there, bleeding out, she thought of all the things that she'd promised to do, and how she would raise Tsuna to be a strong, benevolent boy. She regretted once again, how little she'd done, and how Tsuna would have to adopted or left in an orphanage because of her. The thought of Tsuna being all alone filled her eyes with tears. She'd only known him a week, and he was already her raison d'etre.

I wish I could have raised Tsuna properly

And with that. Nana passed away.

Only to wake up again, in a dark empty space. She felt kinda floaty actually. Was this death?

"Oh, Ichi-chan! I'm so sorry for the burden I've placed on you! It must have been so painful."

"Sepira? Where are you?"

"Ichi-chan, you're probably trying to find me now, but unfortunately I used the last of my energy to teach you when I brought you into this world. The voice you're hearing now is just a projection I've left in anticipation of this occurrence. You've died, with regrets about Tsuna. I can give you one more chance at life, but you won't be able to communicate with me any longer. Please, do whatever you can to live. I'm counting on you."

And with that, Nana's world turned white and she found herself back in the kitchen.

"Yknow, this feels an awful lot like deja vu. Except you were a lot less helpful this time, Sepira." she sighed. "Did I really die?" she asked herself, rubbing her chest. Her hand came off red. "Well, I guess that answers that question"

Nana stood up. Locking all the windows and the doors, pulling all the blinds and shielding the house from view, she pushed aside the lingering feelings from her healing wounds and began to clean up.

Once she was satisfied with the house, she carefully covered her face and went to pick up Tsuna.


Hibari Liya was a beautiful specimen. She was petite, with jet-black hair that fell softly around her heart shaped face. She was also deadly.

Long ago, she'd been the daughter of a Long Triad leader. She hadn't been named heir, due to being female, and had not desired the position. Fortunately (or unfortunately for the Triads), she had inherited an iron will and a propensity to work for what she wanted. By the time she was 15, her strength and intellect had been unparalleled. It was also around this time that her father reached his twilight years and retired into obscurity with her mother. The matters of inheritance left to the clan, as per tradition. They were none of a retired leader's business - if an internal fight caused the group to splinter and lose their power, such was their fate. She was elected as the most eligible candidate.

She'd been displeased for being tied to the Triads in such a way and having her freedom limited, and declined. After fourteen dead assassins (causing her "opposition" to lose their power) and the decimation of a small outside group (who had attacked her because her clan had named her heir anyway), the fools lay their arms at her feet and begged her to be their leader. Liya relented, on the condition that she was allowed to do what she wished, wherever and whenever she wished. Having borne witness to the consequences of defying her, the clan had quickly agreed, adding that they humbly requested her to please communicate with them when she could. They'd worked out (read: she implemented and they gratefully accepted) a global communication system which allowed her to see reports and give orders wherever she decided to go.

Liya fingered the necklace resting at the hollow of her throat. Oh yes, it was a very handy thing indeed. It had a small, but powerful tracker contained in a Faraday's cage that, if she chose to open, would summon all clan members to her side. Failure to comply meant expulsion from the group, usually leading to a swift death. There were dead drops in all the cities she frequented (and some she didn't, you could never be too careful), in all of which physical copies of the clan reports were left. Some of the clan has seen it as a weakness in security and disapproved. After several spies and assassins had blinked out of existence trying to break into her dead drops, the opposition hadn't dared to question her again. Orders "appeared" on the desk of her second in command when she felt it necessary (They just chalked it up to her strength and speed but truthfully, she couldn't be bothered to deliver them all personally. She had her ways. To rely solely on the Triads was foolish. But they were free to think what they wished).

On her travels, she'd encountered Hibari Kyou. After a rather epic fight, she'd defeated him. He had accepted her superiority but demanded further fights. She ran. He chased. Sometime during their game of cat and mouse across the world, he'd managed to romance her and they were married by her twentieth birthday. They settled in his hometown of Namimori, where she found out that the local Yakuza obeyed his every word and all other crime was swiftly stomped out. She thought it was cute. She didn't think it was nearly as cute when they found out that she was pregnant, and every person even marginally associated with the Underworld refused to meet her eyes, but watched her closely wherever she went. That had ended rather suddenly. Nonetheless, she was happy here in Namimori.

She appreciated how expansive and beautiful the mansion they occupied was, but from
the outside, she knew it was intimidating. Added to her husband's violent reputation, she knew that he was viewed as far more of a tyrant than the protector he tried to be. Then again, He had always been awkward at socialising. So, she took it upon herself to be their intel.

Liya took the name "Kobayashi Himari" and rented a small house. She posed as a supported housewife, and spent her days socialising. Any problems that she felt needed attention, or a gruff warning at the very least, she quietly persuaded her husband to take care of, slowly building Hibari into a name that the townspeople recognised and respected as enforcement and protection. They had nothing to fear if they followed the rules, after all.

As a result of her mingling, she became friends with Sawada Nana. The two women had taken one look at each other, and had seen the quiet strength and secrets they both held. The common ground had allowed them to bond, though neither shared nor pried into the other's business. Which was why it was so surprising when Nana turned up at her door to pick up Tsuna. Oh, she was on time and immaculate as always, but there was a haunted quality to her gaze. Liya immediately let her in.


Nana was surprised when Himari-chan bustled her into an overstuffed sofa, placing a cup of soothing chamomile tea between her hands. She didn't look that bad, did she?

"Nana, dear. What happened?"

"I, um…. I, uh…."

"Nana, dear. We both have our secrets - and I respect that - but you need to tell me what's gotten you so shaken. I don't need the whole story if you don't want me to know, but I'd like to stop this from happening again"

And, here in Himari-chan's home, with her soothing voice, reality finally hit. She'd died. Properly, and completely. She hadn't even had the chance to fight back. How could she be a good mother to Tsu-kun if she could even stay alive?

"I…..I died, Himari-chan! I bled out on my kitchen floor!"

Liya would never admit it, but her mind blipped. "What?"

"Oh, I know it's hard to believe. I know I'm alive now, but I died for a good while! And then I came back to life!"

As ridiculous as it was, Liya was still a Triad Leader. She was acquainted with technology and secrets of the Underworld, and it paid to roll with the punches. She looked into Nana's eyes and only saw distress - she wasn't lying.

"It's okay, it's okay. Calm down. I believe you."

"Really? I don't quite believe it myself, and I lived it or did I die it?"

Nana's confusion was too cute and Liya stifled a laugh. "Really."

Nana hesitated. Sepira had never said that she had to keep it a secret...and Himari-chan would never tell an untrustworthy soul - she had her own secrets under lock and key. But...would she believe me? And would she remain my friend?

"I...I have something to tell you, Himari-chan. I...I'm not from this time"

"Really? Well, that certainly explains a lot"

Well. She certainly took that well. Nana blinked.

"So? Are you going to explain anything else?"

And so Nana began to tell the story of her journey across time.

A/N: I cbf retelling the story you already know, so here ends this chapter. Oh, and this was supposed to be like, a short oneshot based on the prompt "What if Sepira gets a vision of the future, and blesses one more line of humans? In which Nana has strong intuition too - explaining why Tsuna has such amazing hyperintuition" It was supposed to connect to canon! But that's not how my muse works apparently, so you get this monster. I'm not going to stop writing until I get this to a satisfactory end, but fair warning: I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm just writing whatever makes sense to me at that particular moment. BTW If anyone wants to try and make that prompt actually work, or just wants to play with it, go ahead. Pls tell me about it when it's up, so I can see what should have happened.