Rule Two: Never cross Sawada Nana. She will break you. And Dear God don't make her cry! Sincerely, the whole of the Vongola family

Sawada Nana was a saint. Not kidding, the woman was a Goddess personified. Reasonably, because of this she was also Captain of the disciplinary Committee in Vongola… I know. People who knew Hibari Kyoya would swear up and down that the man would take the position. But he hadn't for two sole reasons.

One, being head of "security" and "interrogation" gave him more interesting people to bite to death. Two, Nana Sawada pouted at him. He could not resist a Nana Sawada pout, no one could. Not Reborn, not Mammon and Xanxus was as easy as one, two, three. The woman had skill. Traitors in Vongola were brought to her for a reason. Hibari had seen her in action. In fact, he recalled a particular time when he'd actually been there to see it, and it was, in all rights, stupefying.

Sawada Tsunayoshi's intuition had struck again picked out a rat inside of Vongola with startling accuracy. When he had met the man, Ricarden Crisio, he'd given the man a look of ultimate disappointment that had the man turning stubbornly away.

The small animal had sighed, ran a hand down his face and stood from his desk. He slid his hand down the elbow of Crisio to grip him and gave the man a weary look before turning to Hibari. "Come on, Kyoya. Let's go find my mother." At the time it hadn't been well known that Nana Sawada had the power to make a grown man piss his pants in nervousness so Kyoya had given him a blank stare worthy only of true idiots. "Trust me," Tsunayoshi responded, "She'll take care of this."

The traitor Crisio snorted, knowing full well that Nana Sawada, Vongola Decimo's mother, was a saint and would not "take care of him". Tsumayoshi simply ignored him, a ghost of a sardonic smile on his lips. Hibari's lips had curled in irritation but he'd remained silent and kept his weapons were they were.

There were better things to do than beating the small animal to death.

Silently, they trekked down the weaving, unfollowable paths of the Vongola Mansion hallways and came to a stop at the kitchen. Kyoya rose yet another eyebrow and his boss only smiled at him, an almost sadistic glint in his eyes. Excitedly Decimo pushed open the swinging door, prisoner in tow and called out, "Kaa-san!"

Sawada Nana hummed in response, instinctually turning around. She had flour on her cheeks and dapping her nose. Flour littered her apron and her hands were covered in a sticky substance that looked suspiciously like Nana's Famous Double Carmel Chocolate Chip Cookies.

When her eyes meet Tsuna's she gasped, and her eyes sparkled. She let out a girlish squeal and rushed him, wiping her hands on her apron in order to hug him without getting him messy.

Kyoya watched in disbelief as Decimo actually let go of the prisoner, turned his back to him, and hugged his mother. Meanwhile, Sawada Nana was squeezing the life out of poor Tsuna-kun.
"Mother," he gasped, "Need air to live!"

Nana giggled and released him. "Good to see you Tsu-kun! How's work going?"

Tsuna smiled and began a short Son's report about his day while Nana washed the flour off her face and the cookie dough off her hands. By the time he was about to get to Crisio, she was already leaning on the counter across form him, listening attentively as he recounted his day, smiling proudly.

"And then," Tsuna hesitated. Nana's eyes hardened just a little bit, "We found him." Tsuna finished lamely.

Nana's eyes locked onto Criscio before he could blink, and Crisio could tell you that, when afar it looked like the innocent smile of a mother, but on him it was like she was ready to murder him in a moment's notice.

Her smile sweetened. "And who are you, Dear?"

Crisio cringed at the title but said nothing.

Nana pursed her lips and stared.

And stared.

Crisio started to sweat.

Nana continued to stare, her pursed lips melting into a too sweet to be true smile.

Criscio's breath hitched.

"Ricarden Crisio, Ma'am" he said dejectedly.

Nana smiled wider and turned to Tsuna. "Well he seems just lovely! What's the problem Tsu-kun?"

Tsuna pulled a sad look. "It turns out that he's been selling information about Vongola to the black-market." Tsuna explained. "I just don't know what to do."

For added effect, Tsuna pouted, lips trembling, and stared with pleading eyes at his mother. Sawada Nana's smile had frozen, her eyes flashed to Crisio, to Tsuna, back to Crisio, and finally to Kyoya.

"Well, Honey," she patted Tsunayoshi's shoulder, "why don't you take a break from that awful paperwork and finish making the cookies, hmm? Mama will take care of it, so scoot!"

"Are you sure, Mom?" Tsuna interjected. "You don't need any help."

"Oh, no, no, no!" she waved him off to the counter, handing him a blue apron, "Me and Kyoya-kun can handle this just fine!"

Kyoya again, raised an eyebrow.

Just when did he volunteer himself to help the herbivorous woman? But then again it wasn't like he could disagree. Sawada Nana was more of a mother than his mother was, not that he'd ever say. So instead he simply nodded to Tsunayoshi and flashed the herbivore his tonfas telling him that he would be paid for his services later.

Nana clapped excitedly, "Alright! Now that that's solved, Kyoya, how about you help me escort this gentleman to the interrogation room for a chat?"

Maybe it was the way the woman had said 'gentleman', surely it didn't matter, but, Crisio gulped, despite knowing her pacifist and oblivious nature.

What he did not know was her devious nature which she had been developing since childhood. But he would learn.

Hibari gripped Crissio's arm in a bruising grip completely unlike Tsuna's and jerked him out of the room with Nana right behind cheerfully saying goodbye to her son.

They made it to the interrogation room without incident and opened the door. Nana walked in first, turning on lights and cameras. "Make yourself at home!" she said cheerfully.

Crissio was dumped into a sterile, cold metal chair in front of a silver metal table with a camera pointed at his face.

It was all very covert, except surprisingly Nana insisted on keeping the door open. Kyoya found a nice, dark, quiet corner to stand in, alone and simply watched this play out.

Nana sat down across the table, her green sweater swishing. She smiled motheringly at the gentleman across from her.

"Ne," she began, "Crissio-kun are you comfortable?"

Crissio said nothing.

"Do you need anything? Would you like some tea? A pillow?" she asked.

Crissio said nothing even if the metal was biting into his legs, he would like some tea and he needed to get out.

Nana frowned. "Ne, does Crissio-kun not l-like me?" her eyes watered and Kyoya stiffened in the corner. But the tears didn't fall over and she blinked them away.

"Ne, why would Crissio-kun betray my Tsu-kun? Tsu-kun's a good boy, I raised him nice, I swear." She said. "Does Crissio-kun not like the Vongola? Was he bullied? You can tell me, it won't get you in trouble."

Crissio was beginning to get irritated. She was treating him as if he were a misbehaving grade school child!

"Did some other family give Crissio-kun something? Or- oh heavens me!- did they take something from you? Did they take away one of your precious people? Is that why you hurt my Tsu-kun? I don't like it when people hurt my Tsu-kun but if they took something I can understand."

Finally Crissio was on the edge of breaking.

"Ne, Crissio-kun, I don't like when people hurt my Tsu-kun. Things get ugly when people hurt my baby. Do you want things to get ugly Crissio-kun? I'm already very disappointed in you, you've been a very bad boy."

She frowned at him, expelling all the disapproval and disappointment that only a mother could. She looked at him with such sadness and heart wrenching understanding that Crissio broke under the pressure.

Hibari watched in amazement as the man went screaming bloody murder. Sobbing pathetically about how sorry he was and who he'd sold the information too. Nana just sat there and smiled through his breakdown saying a couple well placed "There, there" and "I'm here for you"'s. Until finally she turned to Kyoya and asked him to step outside for a moment.

Hibari merely tiredly raised an eyebrow before waltzing out.

Nana smiled as she watched him go and once he was out the door she lunged over the table and had Crissio by the tie.

"Now listen Crissio-kun, I want you to know I was very merciful today, understand?" she yanked on his tie nearly suffocating him. "I also want you to understand that if you ever endanger my Tsu-kun again I will rip out your intestines and make a scarf out of them. I have the medical experience to keep you alive while I do, understand? No one ever hurts my baby. Do you understand me?" she snarled while keeping a smile.

Crissio about pissed his pants, that he did. He whimpered and nodded. Nana smiled sweetly and released his tie.

"I'm glad we had this talk Crissio-kun, otherwise I would have had to kill you. Well, I think I'll go back to my cookies, ja ne!"

Kyoya witnessed as Nana Sawada cheerfully came skipping out of the room.

"Ne," she said to him, "Kyoya-kun can you just punish Crissio-kun but let him stay? He wouldn't dare do anything to hurt the Vongola anymore so he's safe! And my powers don't exactly work where I can't get to him."

Kyoya raised a brow (he seemed to be doing that a lot lately).

"My mothery powers, Kyoya-kun. It's all very easy to do when you have a child. You'll get them to when you become a father. After you have children to protect most of your actions revolve around eliminating threats as best you can."

Then she skipped off, Kyoya in state of shock peeked into the interrogation room.

Crissio was curled into the fetal position on the chair, whimpering with a suspicious stain on his pants and yellow liquid dripping down the chair.

"Sawada Nana is the devil." Was all he'd say, over and over and over again.

..

Hibari smiled in amusement as he remembered that time. The small animal had then carefully explained to him that, since he was a child, his mother had been frighteningly protective of him. Since his father had left her to care for a child with no way to protect him as she was leaning on Iemetsu for that, Nana became quite frankly one vindicate bitch when it came to her child. Tsuna explained how he mostly never saw that side of her and he only knew because a neighbor had called him a "little shit" once in front of Nana. Tsuna had shivered then and told Hibari how he'd snuck of to see what his mother was doing to the lady even if he was told not to.

What he saw scarred him for life.

What scared him more though was that Nana was completely willing to go through with all her threats. If she said she'd make a scarf out of Crissio's intestines, then she really would. She'd wear it too.

That was why she was the head of security and Interrogation. She could scare a motherfucker better than Hibari could sometimes. Mostly because Nana was creative.

Hibari smiled at the thought and then frowned as the thought of other times, Times when Nana was hurt or cried.

When those things happened the Guardians and their sky turned into the worst monsters imaginable.

..

Kyoya remembered the one time Nana came to visit the Italian Vongola Base, once Tsuna was officially crowned.

She was oh-so-happy, truly was. Kyoya was her designated escort. Mostly because Ryohei was to loud, Lamb was to young, Takeshi and Nana got along a little toogood, both being happy freaks, Gokudera felt the woman mothered him to much and didn't want to be a burden, Mukuro was just a bad choice, Chrome was to shy, and Tsuna had Reborn breathing down his neck about paperwork.

So logically Kyoya was the choosen one. He escorted her down hallways and gave her the full tour, speaking the most words in one day than he had since childhood. She hummed happily at everything she saw, cheerfully commenting, until they had covered three floors and had six more to go, that weren't classified. It was going fine until she suddenly grabbed his arm and grinned.

"Ne, Kyoya-kun! Does my husband know I'm here, right now?"

The pathetic herbivorous man? No he did not. Kyoya shook his head.

"Ne, ne! Can I surprise him? Please?" she begged.

Kyoya saw no harm. In fact it could even be entertaining seeing as Iemetsu didn't know Nana knew the mafia.

"Yay!" Nana squealed, "let's go!"

Kyoya watched in disgusted awe as Nana Sawada went skipping down the hallway. He enjoyed the woman's presence but her cheerfulness was almost sickening.

He followed her, every once in a while ordering a turn, until eventually they were at the designated throne room where Iemetsu spent the time he had at the Vongola base arguing with the Omnivore. Hibari smirked; it was more like yelling at the Omnivore and the omnivore passively saying a "no" as he signed papers. Nana pushed open the door enthusiastically, shouting a happy, "Anata!" at the man.

She paused however, as her eyes took in the scene. Iemetsu had leaped to his feet screaming at Tsuna with a fury. Tsuna however was lax, with his legs crossed and his head rested on his hand. He had deigned to actually sit on the throne in the room and he lazily flipped through the pages of a magazine. When the door opened he looked up and smiled in glee.

"Kaa-san!" he exclaimed, he stood up from the chair and opened his arms for a hug as he walked towards her. Nana squealed like a highschooler and ran into his arms. "Tsu-kun!"

"How are you doing, lovely Mother of mine?" Tsuna asked charmingly.

"Great, thank you for the tickets!"

"It was no problem, I'm just sorry the kids couldn't be here."

Despite the annoying cow being in his early teens, he was still referred to as "the kid".

"It's fine, it's fine." Nana waved it away. "Is he on an assignment?"

"Was," Tsuna answered, "He and Hayato took out the Pricello Famagilia earlier. They're resting in their rooms now."

Nana giggled. "I can imagine how that went. Those two boys fight like cats and dogs."

"Yes, they do." Tsuna said warmly.

"Tsuna!" Iemetsu barked, having been ignored for the whole exchange. "What are you doing? You can't tell her that."

Hibari leaned against the door and watched with sadistic glee as it began. Tsuna whirled around with a cool look of annoyance. "Excuse me?"

"Nana is too delicate and weak to be told these things. I thought we agreed to keep her out of this!"

Kyoya audibly heard the Omnivore's teeth click as he restrained himself. "No," Tsuna began, "You agreed. I said no way in hell. And what did I hear? Weak? Kaa-san is stronger than you'll ever be."

During the argument Tsuna and Iemetsu had slowly closed the distance between them.

"Don't be ridiculous!" Iemetsu began ignorantly. "Nana is too fragile to know the things of, you know what! Why do you think I lied to her about it so much? She would break under the realization."

Tsuna attacked with a fury. "One, as I said before Mom is not weak. Two, I refuse to lie to her and keep her in the dark. I won't have her ignorant and vulnerable as you had her!"

"She can't!" Iemetsu roared. "She's supposed to stay my oblivious and delicate little house wife!"

Tsuna's face had turned an alarming red, his eyes had bled gold and he was ready to lay the law down on Iemetsu however, a trembling voice interrupted him.

"Is that how you think of me?" Nana whimpered.

Hibari stiffened, this, all of a sudden was no longer amusing.

"You think I'm a w-weak little girl who needs your protection? That I can't eve handle a little bit of the truth? Is that how much you t-trust me?"

Tsuna whirled around fast, panic evident in his face. "No, Mom don't cry. Please don't cry." He begged.

Iemetsu approached. "Nana, honey, it's not that I don't trust you. It's that I know you have a weak mind and you are far to fragile. Your just weak honey, it's nobody's fault."

That did not make it better.

The room was flushed into a dead silence. Maybe for mere seconds, maybe for minutes, maybe even hours, it was completely silent.

Until Nana whimpered.

Then she sniffled.

She brought her hands to her face as heart wrenching tears began to build. She gave a little cry.

Hibari watched in outright terror as Sawada Nana began to cry holy rivers of tears.

Tsuna turned and leapt at Iemetsu, tackling him into the hall. Then he stood and tossed him down the hallway, stalking after the man like he was prey.

Through it all, Nana Sawada cried, her shoulders shaking from the weight of it.

..

The other Guardians felt it like a fiery shock. A burning heat when down their backs and their flames blared to life in fury. Sawada Tsunayoshi met them in the hallway, face shadowed, and a snarl pulling at his usually polite lips. The guardians formed an impenetrable wall behind him, eyes shrouded with darkness and clouded with anger and a little bit of fear.

But no matter what they were all out for blood and murder and gore.

Someone had made their Mama cry.

So somebody had to die.

..

Hibari was the first on the scene and despite his every being wanting to tear the insignificant scum apart he could not, because Nana was still crying and the sound made his skin itch. (To Hibaris that was the equivalent to worry and sadness).

He crossed the room in two long strides, gathered the mother up in his arms with her leaning on him for support and ushered her further into the room gently, murmuring gentle, calming things that he would never say to another person. Ever. Even if it killed him.

Nana still sobbed into her hands murmuring things like, "I-I don't know w-what I d-did w-wrong. H-How could he say that! I-I'm not-"

Hibari calmed her the best Hibaris could and escorted her to the throne, sitting her down and mummering encouraging words and cooing gentle reassurances.

Nana was still crying. Hibari began to panic.

In a panic, he whistled, calling Hibird to his side and opened his box weapon so that Roll came out. He used the two animals to comfort Nana who he knew had a vicious love of cute things.

Nana sniffled, eyes red and puffy, as she reached out to pet Hibird and even smiled as Roll settled into her lap, his spikes withdrawn.

Hibari smiled a little too.

.Meanwhile…..

The beating Vongola was laying on Iemetsu was brutal and to hash for words. Little Lambo had been vicious, periodically electrocuting Iemetsu in different places at different burning voltages. Out of everyone he was the most enraged. He'd grown up with his Mama. Mama had accepted him when no one else had. In his little mind, anyone who made Mama cry anything other than tears of Joy had to die.

Iemetsu had tried to fight back. He'd threatened them with Mafia code, but nothing he said got through. The guardians were on a singular mission to tear him to pieces.

He was just lucky Nana loved him. If they hadn't know that nana would only cry more if they killed him. They would have. No questions asked.

As it stood they tore him apart. A mangled, almost corpse of a man is what you got when you mixed a trigger happy tutor (Yes, Reborn had joined in the carnage disgusted with Iemetsu), a bomb expert, a boxer, two sadistic illusionist, a guy with a sword, and Sawada Tsunayoshi.

In the end, after the bloodlust had stopped urging them on, Tsuna had tightened his gloves and glared cooly down at his father.

"Sawada Iemetsu," He announced to the mangled blood pile, "You are hereby stripped of your title as CEDEF head and will be deported back to Japan. Any further involvement with the mafia without my say so will have strict consequences. This is NOT up for debate."

Tsunayoshi's eyes were cold as he stood and adjusted his gloves, brushing off specks of blood. The Guardians, still roaring in left over bloodlust were tense. Tsuna turned his cool eyes to them.

"Takeshi-kun would you be kind enough to take this gentleman to Shamal?" he asked kindly.

Takeshi by far the kindest of his bunch and the least likely to do Iemetsu permanent damage nearly sneered. He let out a Gokudera like tch and grabbed the former CEDEF leader by his foot dragging him down the hallway. Before they were out of sight, Tsuna called out to them.

"Word to the wise Iemetsu, remember that it was mom who had to deal with the assassins when I was growing up. She was the one who had to deal with the neighbors scorning her for having an absent husband. She was the one who had to deal with the jokes and talk behind her back and then come back to take care of me before leaving out for her second shift at work because what you sent was never enough. She was the one who worked herself ragged for me and protected me at any cost and yet still, despite what everyone said, loved and defended you. Yes, that definitely makes her the weak one, Father." He spat out sarcastically.

"Tsuha…" Iemetsu crowed out but Tsuna had turned his back and Yamamoto continued dragging.

"Now," Tsuna clapped, adjusting his gloves, "The Prokisen Family has been giving us problems, yes? With their child trafficking, and rape and all the crimes we despise…." Tsuna trailed off. "Won't you all go and solve that for me?"

He smiled, hoping to sedate their bloodlust. The Guardians smiled back, grateful and bloodthirsty and headed out, to do some real carnage.

What they did to the Prokisen Family would live for years as the worst massacre in Mafia history.

Tsuna meanwhile turned back and strode down the hallway to comfort his Mama. God knows she needed it.

.

Mama had scorned Iemetsu for months, going as far as to throw all his things out on the front lawn and change the locks. She would not be seen as weak by the man she loved. He'd have to change that attitude before she let him anywhere near her.

Iemetsu vyed after her sending her flowers every day from the tradition rose to Azalea and then to Camellia and Chrysanthemum.

Mama sent back yellow Carnations.

Iemetsu, versed in the Language of Flowers was crushed but never stopped. Sending flowers of what he thought made up her. Love, delicacy, hidden strength, passion, determination and countless flowers that meant he was sorry, oh so sorry. Slowly, those flowers, started to make Mama smile, if only a little. And then he sent letters. Begging her to take him back, telling her how sorry he was, how much he loved her, etc., etc. Then he started to do things for her. She'd find at every store and restaurant she went in Namimori she had a reverse tap. Iemetsu had paid them up to the thousands so her groceries were free. She started finding more than flowers on her doorstep; she started to find fliers for Martial arts classes and gun glasses and whatever she wanted. She'd go, interested and find it would be paid up to ten lessons each time and that Iemetsu would continue to pay for them and do whatever he could. This went on for a full year.

….

Nana woke up feeling good and well, surrounded by flowers as always, she smiled, soft with love. She shifted out of bed and put on her slippers, wrapping herself in a robe. She padded down the stairs and out the door into the cold morning chill. She approached the gate and peaked over. She knew he'd be there. Unshaven and propped up in an uncomfortable position the same way he'd been for the past year. She reached over the gate and shook his shoulder.

"Ara, ara, Iemetsu-anata are you going to sleep out here forever? I have breakfast with your name on it."

Iemetsu jerked out of sleep, blinking bloodshot eyes. "Nana," he breathed looking like he'd seen a ghost, or maybe in his eyes, a goddess. Nana unlocked the gate and pushed it out opening her arms. Iemetsu jumped to it, clutching onto her like a lifeline, tears coming out of his eyes.

"Nana," he repeated, just to make sure she was there. Nana's delicate hands, rough now with callouses, wrapped around his body. "Hello, Anata." She whispered. "Hello again."

They stood in each other's embrace for a long time. To make up for all they days they wanted each other, they stood, in the cold morning chill, just for a little embrace.

By that time, it had spread throughout the Mafia that the first man to ever make the mother of Sawada Tsunayoshi cry had been beaten within an inch of his life, then infected with every deadly disease in the world, forced out of his position and reduced to living on the streets in front of the scorned mother. Also, later that same day, the Prokisen family was slaughtered.

The Mafia then learned rule number two and kept it close to their hearts.

Do not make Nana Sawada cry.

It got to the point they were extra nice, cordial and helping to the woman and no one dared to attack her when she casually strolled the streets.

Because they knew better.

The only thing worse than a crying Nana was an injured one.

An Injured Nana would probably result in the termination of the Mafia. Everyone knew Sawada Tsunayoshi could do it with his hands tied behind his back.

And they honestly didn't want to find out how he would do it because if Nana had gotten hurt, not only would everyone die,

They'd suffer.