A/N:

Ciaossu!

Sorry about the long hiatus. I've been quite busy.

But due to the amount of support, requests, and love, I've decided to continue ^^

So thank you to all those who reviewed, favourited and story alerted. You have motivated me to keep writing.

Plus, a special thanks to Narutopokefan, who pm'd me. That was a major breakthrough for me; to realize people are still interested in my story.

To all those who are wondering about Iemitsu, you will find out in a few chapters. He will be a significant character ~

Mockingjay Rose: Yes, Basil was the head of CEDEF in Tsuna's timeline. Iemitsu was killed in action.

Enjoy~


No…This wasn't supposed to happen. The young man backed away in utter horror. The mother he had known was strong. Why...?

Without looking back or saying a word, he sprinted towards the direction of the Namimori hospital.

He did not feel the strain on his legs as he ran.


He did not even notice his heavy breathing and burning lungs.

All that mattered at the moment was his mother.

She was the one who raised him and cared for him until her last breath. The one who had been with him for his entire life. To think that she was in the hospital… was frightening.

He could not bear to lose her again, after all the years of mourning her death. He didn't want it to happen again. He would not let it happen again. Whatever it took, he would make her better.

The hospital doors slid open and Tsuna nearly collapsed on the counter. Now that he stopped running, the air around him seemed to suffocate him. It was a difficult task to even breathe, and his knees were shaking from the overuse. Namimori hospital was not far from his house, but it was by no means near. To even make it here as fast as he did, would be quite an accomplishment.

He managed to lift his head from the counter, regarding the worried receptionist who fretted over him.

"Sir, are you alright? Do you need medical assistance?"

Tsuna coughed and gasped, trying to take in oxygen. He managed to wheeze out, "No, I'm fine. Can you tell me where Sawada Nana's room is?"

The after effects of the sprint were getting to him. He felt light headed and dizzy from the lack of blood flow, and every breath he took was painful.

The receptionist stared at him in concern. The young man was deathly pale, and the way he breathed make it look as if he was having an asthma attack. She debated whether to just call the doctors to strap him to a bed, but his eyes burned with determination and urgency she just could not deny. The woman sighed and began to find the information he asked for.

"Room 206. You'll find her in there."

Tsuna bowed and thanked her quickly, before making his way towards the elevator. He would have ran, if the world was not still spinning. The brunette leaned a thin arm against the walls for support.

He let out a shaky breath, unable to stop his shivering body. Still, he did not stop. Being involved with the mafia, this was nothing compared to what he endured.

The young man pressed the button, and waited until a ding signaled the arrival of the elevator. Luckily, it was empty.

He stumbled inside the confined box, leaning against one of its side. Sweat trickled down his forehead, which he quickly wiped off. It seemed to be hours before the he reached the designated floor. With a ragged breath, he continued his search.

After a few minutes of stumbling, apologies, and worried nurses, he finally stood in front of Room 206.

If you thought he would barge right in, you were quite wrong. If anything he froze on the spot.

The last time his mother was in the hospital, she had died before his eyes. It was result of a successful assassination. Her bodyguards were present at the time, pushing her out of the way to only have the bullet pierce her lung.

Once he found out, he nearly killed the so called bodyguards in rage. The only thing that stopped him were his guardians. Without them, he would have kept pounding their faces until there was nothing left.

Even after several hours of surgery, the doctors could not save Nana. The memory still burned in the back of his mind.

The flat line, the stench of blood... But worse of all, the awful silence that followed.

He was scared of what was beyond that door. Afraid of what he would see.

Because even now, he was a terrified boy who need his mother.


Every day. One after another.

She waited.

And waited.

And waited.

For Iemitsu.

He said he would be right back.

He had a business trip to go to.

But where was he now? Was he okay? Was he eating? Was he-

The slight creaking of the door caught Nana's attention. The person was too discreet and quiet to be a doctor or nurse. They tended to make their entrance well known. It couldn't be a visitor; she never got visitors. Unless...

Iemitsu.

A mess of brown, spiky hair greeted her. No... this was not him. Who was it?

Tsuna.

That is my son, Tsuna.

My little Tsu-kun.

Tears filled her eyes as she struggled to get up. If only she had her strength again, she could run to him.

But now, wires and cords restricted her movements. Fatigue weakened her body.

She could no longer be the mother he needed.

He looked at her with wide, shocked eyes. He looked just like he did when he was five, awoken from a nightmare and looking for comfort.

Tsuna noticed her struggle and pleaded,

"Please don't strain yourself. I'll go to you, just don't hurt yourself."

It had been ages since she heard his voice. It was the same as before; soft and caring.

She complied to his wishes and leaned against the bed frame. That's right... Tsuna is my good son.

The young man sat on the chair in front of her. He looked so thin and small.

"Tsuna... have you been eating properly? A growing boy like you needs to eat more," she reached a frail hand to his cheek, "Here, let me make you some-"

Her forehead creased in worry, emphasizing the worry lines which plagued her for years.

She could not cook any more.

She couldn't provide food for her beloved son.

She could not do anything for him.

She was a failure of a mother.

The thought brought out tears.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

Nana looked into the frantic eyes of her son. He did not deserve someone like her.

There was only one thing left to do.

She curled up and cried. For hours. And hours. Until there were no more tears left to cry.

Because that was the only thing she could do.

Because she didn't know what else to do.


She was in a trance. No matter what Tsuna did or said, she would not respond.

A deep voice called from the door.

"I presume you are Tsunayoshi Sawada?" He nodded, not even bothering to turn around.

"Then I suggest you leave the room. You are causing the patient unneeded trauma."

Though he did not want to go, he understood he needed to. Without further persuasion, he left.

Once the door closed, he regarded the doctor with emotionless eyes.

"How is her condition?"

The older man sighed.

"Physically, she is weak. Her immune system is weakened and her body is not able to preform everyday activities."

The doctor paused and stared straight through Tsuna's eyes.

"But the real issue is that she is mentally and emotionally unstable. She stares out the window all day long, never speaks to anyone, and continually replays her voice messages. She waits every single day for Iemitsu to come home. That fact, I cannot change," the doctor's voice rose in anger, "But you! It has been seven years and now you decide to show up out of the blue?"

Tsuna flinched in shock. Seven years? It had been that long? Why... why didn't I take care of her?

"I do not want to see you here ever again. You've done enough damage."

The man shook his head in belief.

"You know... she used to worry about you when she was better. She was always asking if her son was okay, if you could visit her one day. But it seems like you don't even care. So go now. Before I call security."

The former mafia boss nodded numbly before making his way outside.

He did not know any more. He did not know what to do.

His plan that was once so clear, was not shattered in pieces.

He just did not know who to be angry at any more. He did not know who the enemy was.

He did not see the point of anything.

Somehow, he had ended up in an alley. His feet were taking him somewhere even he didn't know. But Tsuna couldn't care less.

Houses and building blurred into trees. He was in Namimori park.

He was walking toward a park bench.

But this park bench was special.

He closed his eyes and remembered.

A snowy winter. With two figures sitting close together. And a warm kiss against the cold, bitter wind.

If only happiness could last.

He curled up against the stuff wood and drifted.

No one would miss someone like him.

It was cold, just like last time.

It was something familiar, comforting even.

I love you, Tsuna.

His mouth curved into a small smile. He could never forget that voice.

If only...


A shadow neared the sleeping body of Vongola X.

He looked at the scene in amusement.

"My, my. What do we have here?"

He flicked a lock of caramel brown hair away from the man's face. Long, thick eyelashes fluttered slightly at the contact.

"Well, I can't just leave you out here in the cold. I guess I'll just have to take you home."

Without skipping a beat, Tsuna was flung over their shoulders. He mumbled at the sudden movement, but otherwise stayed asleep.

He was going to be in for a surprise once he wakes up.

End


I wonder who kissed Tsuna... Tell me what you think ;)

Oh, and who's bringing him home?