A/N:I dont think I mentioned this last chapter but Tsuna is totally Bi! Happy pride everybody. Also not sure what the endgame pairing should be, so comment what yall think. Also this takes place in 2019, so years will be adjusted accordingly.

Reborn realized he should have looked into Nana sooner. (No one would blame him for looking her over. Iemitsu reassured him that she was a born and bred civilian, and it's not like her actions proved any different.) He should have paid more attention to her.

Nana Sawada, maiden name Nana Amano. Or rather, Nana Furata. Furuta was a name that rang a bell, even if it had been sixteen years since the last he heard it.

Honotora-Ikka was a Yakuza gang run by the Furutas up until '02, when Iemitsu had been sent to destroy them on the basis of encroaching on neutral territory. (In reality Ninth just wanted the group gone. They were preparing to go world wide, and if they had succeeded, then Vongola would have had a powerful competitor.)

He wondered if Nana knew what he was there for, and abandoned her family for love. (Or had they both thought the other was civilian. Had they been dancing around their real identities until it was too late and Nana's family was dead.)

The Furata were one of the few Yakuza groups who externalized their flames. Which meant that more likely than not, Nana was flame active.

That wasn't in the file he was given on her.

Nana Sawada walked out of her house, intent on getting groceries. She would be making Tsu-chan a hamburger steak, which would hopefully bring up her mood. (She ignored the pang in her chest, because that had been Yoshi's favorite too)

There wasn't much that caught her eye as she walked to the supermarket, at least not at first. Until she noticed a flyer.

It was too convenient. First her son, now her daughter. She could feel the mist flames on the flyer( probably to hide from others. This was meant for her to find) and scoffed. She resisted the urge to burn it right then and there, but she had to wait until she was home. Who knew where the prying eyes were.

Still, she knew better than to get rid of the sheet without committing it to memory. One way or another she would need it.

So she walked home, groceries and paper in hand, smile ever-present on her face.

Lets see if she could still summon her flames without a ring.

She fucking lit the flyer on fire. She lit the goddamn flyer on fire. And were those fucking Sky Flames?

Scratch one or two calls. There were protocols for these type of things. Reborn was not being paid to deal with a Sky whose kid was just killed.

Leon leapt off his fedora, before turning into a telephone.

"Ninth? We have a bit of a problem…" A bit of a problem was an understatement.

Tsuna arrived home drained. Absolutely, utterly drained. Her secret admirer disappeared half way through the day, which was unnerving to say the least. Then Hana with her insistence that something had happened (something did happen, but you can't force an unwilling mouth to talk.)

There had only been two saving graces for her. Kyoko, and Kyoya's unexpected absence.

She went straight to her room, avoiding her mother entirely. Most of her grief was gone, leaving her with empty anger (and nerves, energy that made her so frightened she wanted to jump out of her skin. The feeling of being watched left her paranoid and tired). She didn't want to face her mother until her nerves had settled to an acceptable point.

So she went straight to her computers.

Her love for computers started around age ten, when the bullying first started. (After her father did something to make her cold, because the warmth in her chest died the last day she saw her father)

She took to long adjusting to the body that had felt foreign, her mind muddled and her body seemed to react either too fast, or not fast enough. She remembered feeling helpless in her own body, like an alien. (She remembered the looks Kyoya gave her when she told him this. The look she had seen when he realised it was her father's fault that she felt that way)

She remembered finding joy in computers, being able to control everything she saw. It helped her find control when she had felt lost and spiralling downwards. So in return she poured everything into her pursuit if knowledge. (The pursuit that led her to uncover her father's violent job. The pursuit that gave her access to places a regular hacker could never dream of.)

It was how she became Arancia (she had named herself after the bright orange flame that was missing from her chest. The orange that she remembered seeing for the first time and knowing it was hers. A warmth, a reassurance,that was gone)

She remembered her first time in the hacking into a mafia family.

Panic crept into her heart as she stared at the computer screen. She was only twelve, what was she doing, planning something like this.

She was only sending simple malware, set to download and send, so it shouldn't raise any flags. She had programmed it that way. Even if it was stopped, she had made sure she was using multiple web proxies (and she was using Tor but did it really count. She hoped so). The program would simply have to go through a back door in the firewall, without getting caught on both the entry and return trip. (Panic seized her throat at the thought of getting caught. At what would happen to her and her mother. It almost had her back out at that moment)

It wouldn't be too difficult. She had set a separate script, to mess with the display slightly. It was nothing much, just a personal flare that wouldn't mess with anything major (though she said that, the amount of time it took her to design that said otherwise). It would just turn the Wi-Fi symbol orange. (Soon it would become a staple of her attacks to turn something on the display orange, but this was her first attempt)

She was hacking into a familiga called the Calabria, who had been a dominating force before the Vongola. But now they were long since their days of power in the Sicilian Mob. (At least not until the ninth generation boss Michael had taken over) But they had a wealth of information on other small Mafioso groups. And that was what she was after.

They were on of the few dumb mafioso willing to store things on computers, where information was near impossible to delete. So she was going to take full advantage of it.

Nana realized that whether she liked it or not, the mafia was coming for her daughter.

She could delay it all she wants, burning notes and hiding her daughter,but nothing would stop the Vongola family from getting their heir. Or their broodmare, if Nono ended up deciding against having Tsuna even being a figurehead.

No, if the mafia were going to come for her child, they would have to be prepared for the hell that would be her mother.

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"Tsu-chan," Nana called from the kitchen. She had to prepare for her new guest. "Come down to the kitchen." She said

She heard some shuffling from upstairs, before getting a response. "Is dinner ready?"

"No,"

"Then I'm not coming down," And the shuffling retreated back to her room.

Nana blinked. On one hand, if Tsuna was sassing her then she was feeling at least a little bit better. On the other hand, has Tsuna forgot who she was?

"Tsuna," She called out, her voice still cheerful (eerily cheerful), "I'm going to count to five,"

The reaction was immediate.

"Five,"

She heard the pleasant sounds of her daughter running down the stairs.

"Four,"

She watched a bundle of blankets fall down the stairs, her daughter emerging like a butterfly from its cocoon, frantically fluttering to its destination. As she opened her mouth to say three, her daughter finally made it into the kitchen. "I'm sorry Mama," She practically yelled.

Nana blinked innocently, tilting her head. "Thank you for coming Tsu-chan, you should invite your friends more often." Tsuna's face blanched. This was why she called me?

Nana's eyes sharpened, "Maybe then they would have something better to do than watch us."

Tsuna's face was full of surprise. "You noticed too," She whispered.

Nana laughed. "No reason to whisper Tsu-chan. If its mafia then he can probably read lips." She stated mirthfully.

"HIEEE!" Tsuna screeched. "Mama how are you so calm about this?"

Tsuna's reaction was funny, so Nana continued to laugh. "Well if they wanted us dead an attempt would have been made."

Tsuna didn't calm down, but she wasn't screaming anymore, which was good.

"Mama, why exactly did you call me down here?" Tsuna asked hesitantly. She had a feeling she didn't want to know. (She was right)

"Well it's time to put those skills of yours to good use. Playing with Kyoya is nice and all, but you need to start putting that same effort into the big leagues."

Tsuna stiffened, (she always did when her mother brought it up so casually, like it was something to be talked about over tea) glancing at her mother irritated. "I've been working on it. People know my name," Nana's blinks at this, worry in her eyes. Tsuna quickly amends her statement. "My codename. But I don't like going after too many too fast. It's too easy to find me. Helping Kyoya from home is much safer."

Nana sighs, (feeling so much pity for the girl in front of her, knowing that the mafia would not be kind to her. It would change her the same way Nana's parents had when she was her age) and shakes her head lightly. "You might not have a choice, Tsu-chan." Tsuna's eyebrows furrow at this, but Nana doesn't continue her thought.

"Mama," Tsuna starts, trailing off worried.

Nana claps, a determined look crossing her face. "There are things I have to do Tsu-chan, like finish cooking dinner," She says cheerfully as though their conversation hadn't just happened. "I need you to get some practice in. We need to be ready."

Tsuna eyed her mother, making sure that was the end of it, before heading upstairs. She had a feeling she would need all the rest she could get, with what had happened that morning. There was no avoiding that with Ieyoshi gone, the mafia was, more likely than not, an inevitable.

After Tsuna left, Nana picked up her phone, dialing the number she had seen on the flyer. If she and her daughter were to be thrust into the mafia,it would be on her terms.

It only rang once.

"Hello," A clear voice rang out from her phone.

"Hi, I was calling to inquire about the tutoring program that was being offered on a flyer I saw."

"You would like to request Reborn,our personal stay at home tutor. He will teach your child how to be the leader of the next generation," (Nana stiffened at the mention of Reborn, for even the smallest branches of Yakuza had heard of the hitman and his might)

"Yes, that would be lovely. When would he be able to make it."

"Ma'am it's your lucky day. Reborn was already in Japan, so he will arrive at your home tomorrow,"

"Thank you," She replied smoothly. "Good bye,"

She hung up without another word. So Reborn was being sent to teach her daughter. Things were certainly shaping up to be interesting.

A/N: So that was the chapter. Remember to comment which ships you think should be canon. That includes for Nana too. I already have some ideas but I want to hear from you guys. Also I was using the discord format for last chapter, but since at symbols dont pop up here ill just use the + sign

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