AN: Hi guys, I have not updated this story in many months and this story just became too complicated for me to write well enough and don't have the time that I used to. I'll leave these last bits of writing I managed to do for you guys to read if you want. So good luck to everyone who enjoyed this and again I'm sorry.


Iemitsu stared at the phone listless, knowing his options were backed into corner.

He didn't even want to keep lying to himself that his daughter wasn't powerful enough in terms of her flames. She was a natural Sky and with proper guidance, she would be on par if not surpass Vongola Primo. But she was a civilian first and foremost, a person who should not have her life as a prime target.

On top of that, his wife was still kept out of the loop of what his actual job was.

'Nana…' Iemitsu thought forlorn, 'What can I honestly say to you? Could you even forgive me for this?'

His father Ietsuna, although Sawada by name, told him early in his life that the only and true blood heir of the Sawada was decidedly kept hidden by disassociation. The daughter of Sawada Yoshinabu, was Sawada Setsuna, a woman that Ietsuna valued as younger sister and pained to think as a target for any potential misgivings of the Vongola. As painful as it was, they severed any ties they had and never saw the other since that day.

He and his father were appointed heirs, they had not a drop of Sawada nor Vongola blood in them. His father had passed on fond stories of the blood heir to him, but it was until his father's health clearly deteriorated that Iemitsu tried to search for Setsuna or last known association with her.

But he was too late to know that Setsuna had long passed on and left the world with a daughter.

Takechi Nana, the last blood Sawada and more importantly, the woman Iemitsu never expected to fall deeply in love with.

"Anata, breakfast is ready!" Nana called to her husband.

Iemitsu steeled himself to lock his mounting fears. Any sign that he's troubled can't show with them.

"Coming Nana!" Iemitsu replied cheerfully and made his way to the dining room. He was met with hearty scent of food and the sight of Nana looking over their daughter trying to write in bold calligraphic script in the western alphabet.

S U N A

"Is this right Oka-san?" Tsuna asked slightly uncertain of name from her dream.

"Mmhm! That's right Tsu-chan, very good!" Nana praised her. "If you want to write your own name, here's how you write it." Nana proceeded to do so.

S.E.T.S.U.N.A

"See? You and your friend have names close in spelling." Nana explained. "So when you write it, you know a part of him is always with you."

Tsuna felt an odd, bubbling heat in her heart. "Suna will always live with me…" It felt embarrassing, but even so it was a small comfort knowing he lives in some way.

Nana noticed her husband standing by the doorframe watching in some trance "Iemitsu, your plate will get cold. Come join us."

Iemitsu blinked and snap out of it, "Oh right. Sorry about that Nana."

Unbeknownst Iemitsu, Nana was not lost to the troubled conversation her husband had. She didn't understand a thing of Italian but just reading his shift in tone and the mention of their daughter's name was enough to worry her.

There had been moments in their relationship where he had been deep in thought about something. Focusing on some distant danger beyond comprehension.

This was the time she needed to know what they were.

After breakfast, Nana started cleaning up.

"Thank you for the meal Oka-san." Tsuna greeted, her features brighter.

"I'm happy you liked it Tsu-chan." Nana beamed. "Your father I need to speak alone. So could you stay in your room for a bit?"

Tsuna for a moment wondered what it was about, but just as quickly left it as a grown up discussion. She nodded and smiled in understanding. "Okay Oka-san."

Both parents watched Tsuna picked up her writing materials and went up to her room, leaving them to themselves.

"Iemitsu why don't we talk?" Nana asked him, she started running water on the dishware.

"I'll help you with that," Iemitsu offered and step in.

"It's alright Anata, it's not much work," she gentle declined, "sit and relax, your…conversation seem heavy from what I presume."

Iemitsu felt drained just thinking about it, "It was."

"Was something work related troubling you?" She asked.

When her husband didn't elaborate further, Nana decided to change the topic. She smiled at the memory, "Do you remember the first time we met?"