A Natural...

In Italy

"We have confirmed that Signora Rosetta's plane was headed towards Namimori. Her credit card also has record of purchasing two tickets to Melbourne."

"When does it leave?" the mafia boss asked, irritation evident on his face. The lackey looked at his watch, replying, "About an hour ago."

"Get out."

"But boss-"

"OUT!"

The young man scrambled out, hurriedly closing the door behind himself. The sudden sound the wood made against the door frame caused the boss to jump. He pinched the bridge of his nose, his elbow resting on the mahogany desk before him.

"How could I have let this happen?" he asked himself as he thought back to the night of his daughters 'escape'.

The boss always enjoyed checking his weapon vault. It was his pride and joy. Weapons would go in and out of the vault regularly for cleaning, so some missing artillery here and there was nothing to worry about. A week before Rosetta's little 'stunt', twelve hand guns had gone out. Only eleven came back.

Of course the boss, being more carefree than other bosses, brushed it off. It wasn't anything special – a custom semi-automatic pistol with a Bovino styled sound suppressor (it was more than likely the quietest moderator in the world). There were others like it within the Bovino boss' vault and, being a favorite series in the family, there were plenty more in production. Besides it had to turn up at some point, right?

It did; the night of his daughter's escape, right next to the corpse of a half naked servant. His body was splayed across the bed, covered partly by once crisp vanilla sheets. Upon further inspection, the late butler still wore his undergarments and a pair of cozy black socks. The rest of his belongings, his uniform for instance, were no where to be seen (aside from his glasses which set neatly folded on the bedside table).

If the lack of clothing and struggle marks was anything to go by, he had been dead before he had been stripped of his uniform.

It was quite obviously Rose's doing.

The window had been open, and Julian's keys to the house were missing. The gate enclosing her window was meant to keep intruders out and, subsequently, her in. It was unlocked, though, and wide open, its bars gleaming on either side of her large windows.

Later, the security footage had been played. It revealed that Rosetta had simply walked right into the garage dressed as Julian and borrowed a car, which was later tracked to an airport on the other side of town. She had left the keys in the ignition and neatly written note on the dashboard.

Yeah, about the whole murder and theft thing... sorry about that.

She must have thought herself clever. Not only had she gotten her son back, but she must have been planning to get lost in Australia, where the watchful eye of her father could not reach her.

He could not allow it. Not only was his daughter, his little girl, his princess, making the mistake of ruining her life, but she also became a threat to the family. If the Bovinos were to move up, they would require Lambo to stay nestled with the Vongola Decimo and his famiglia.

But really, what could he do?

In Japan

Identical green eyes bore into each other as a silence filled the Sawada household, which was not a normal thing. There were more people than before since Tsuna seemed to pick up more than just two little. Somehow he had found himself accompanied by some of his friends.

Rosetta had been holding her breath, trying so hard to wipe the apprehension off of her face. Lambo, for once, was quiet and looked thoughtful as he tried to recall the familiar face looking back at him. Finally, Lambo's face lit up in recognition, his finger pointing right at Rosetta's nose. Maybe, just maybe...

"Seni!"

The dark haired girl in the back of the crowd, who stood close to Bianchi (as Rose was introduced to her as she waited for Tsunayoshi's return), squealed in delight.

"He remembered!"

"Haru," Bianchi's hand clamped down on the young girl's shoulder, before she leaned in to whisper into her ear. Instantly, Haru's cheeks flared up as she let out her infamous 'hahi?'

The few in the room who could understand Italian (oh, and Haru) were torn between being mortified for the Bovino woman and being amused. But everyone else was utterly lost.

"Wait a second," Tsuna said, looking at the various expressions in the room (particularly Rosetta's, whose eyes were wide and whose mouth was gaped open), "What did he say?"

Rosetta looked utterly embarrassed as she looked at the child, who was proclaiming the greatness of his astounding memory. She willed her mouth to seal shut before she gulped and managed to force a smile on her face.

"Ah, yeah, that's me..." Rose scooped up the boy, who didn't seem to mind at all, "You've spent too much time with Otavio, I suppose."

Rosetta was grateful that nobody answered the Vongola boss' question. She was thankful that the raven haired boy standing beside Tsuna laughed it off. She felt blessed that Nana just smiled innocently, completely lost.

"Well, since there's a lot of us here," Nana suddenly said, gaining everyone's attention, "Why don't we all celebrate the reunification of Lambo and his mom?"

The party was on.

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Rosetta was sitting comfortably at the kitchen table, away from the rest of the little get together that had been taking place in the sitting room. She chewed absently on food that Nana had prepared. It was delicious, but really: why had the woman gone out of her way to cook a feast? She could hear the group of people in the other room chatting and laughing. Suddenly, Reborn, a baby who rubbed Rosetta the wrong way, was standing on the table before her.

"Ciaossu," he said in greeting. Rosetta only nodded in acknowledgment, for her mouth was full.

"So, 'Seni'." Rosetta flinched. "Care to explain?" Reborn smirked. The teenage mother nearly choked on her food as she swallowed. Her eyes swiveled to the baby, her green optics twitching ever so slightly as she stopped herself from glaring.

"Why so interested?" she grumbled.

He offered no answer besides looking at her with that same smirk on his face.

Finally she sighed, deciding that the story behind the dreaded name (if you could call it that) was not that personal. She started, "Well, it isn't that interesting, really. I wasn't always there for Lambo. He lived with his aunt for most of his life. She was never really fond of me, but the feeling was mutual," the Bovino explained, "My father practically ripped him away from me after he was done breast feeding. He forced my sister to take him in and I visited him when I could."

"Your sister's fault, then?" Reborn predicted.

Rosetta's face scrunched up, "She had him convinced that I didn't deserved to be called his mother because she was the one taking care of him. To her I was just a breast feeder, so she made him think the same. I don't think he even recognizes me as his mother."

But she was fine with that. She was just happy he remembered her at all.

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Seni – breasts (*gigglesnort*)

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Sorry for any inconsistencies, mistakes, or OOCness... my bad...