A/N: Hi people! This is my first KHR fic, I hope you like it! This will probably be drabble-esque. Please let me know what you think! I am open to ideas, as long as they are shared politely.

In which fate starts to change

In Italy, the Vongola Mansion

Currently, there were two headaches in Timoteo's office. Said man was trying to block out Iemitsu, the first headache, while working on the second headache, paperwork.

"My Tuna-fish is so cute!" Was basically all that was coming out of Iemitsu's mouth, albeit in many more words. The blond had been randomly visiting the Ninth for a week, just to chatter on about his "lovely Nana" and "cute Tuna-fish". At first, Timoteo would nod along, smile, and ask some questions, before attempting to go back to his work. But the blond would not. shut. up. Hence, Timoteos growing headache, which was caused by the blond one. With Iemitsu always hanging about, the Ninth was falling behind on the evil that is paperwork. Said paperwork seemed to multiply every time he looked away. Honestly, it was almost as though Iemitsu was trying to drive him insane.

"...and my darling Nana just loves to have guests over! Her cooking is heavenly! Ah, how I miss her. Did you know that jet fuel is quite cheap right now? And my cute little Tuna..." Iemitsu continued to go on and on about how wonderful his wife is, how nice Namimori was this time of year, how amazing his son is...

Wait. A new headache started to form as Timoteo started to connect the dots.

"Iemitsu", he interrupted, "what is it you want?" A triumphant gleam flashed through Iemitsu's eyes before being replaced by faux innocence.

"Ah, well, since you're asking, I'd like to go home for a week or so." The ninth was tempted to bash his, or Iemitsu's, head against the desk. He resisted the urge, but only just.

"Iemitsu", Timoteo began, in his are-you-serious-right-now? voice; privately wondering if Iemitsu had been hit on the head too many times, "You have vacation time saved up. You could have just asked."

Iemitsu sort of chuckled, a hand going up to scratch his face as he sheepishly looked at the floor. Timoteo frowned slightly, his intuition telling him that he was still missing something. He sighed. He was about to ask further, but Coyote, who had been silently standing behind the Ninth, chose that moment to interrupt.

"Nono, you have the meeting with the alliance dons in 15 minutes." This distracted Timoteo from his previous thought, and he stood up.

"Iemitsu, you have a week, then I need you back here to look into some things for me." Seeing Iemitsu open his mouth he continued, "and no, you can't take the jet." Iemitsu pouted a bit, before brightening and thanking the Ninth for the vacation.

"Thank you Nono, I'll leave at once!" Iemitsu then hightailed it back to CEDEF before the Ninth could request to go with him in a few days. Ah well, he supposed that he was rather...occupied...for the foreseeable future anyways. He chances a glance at his desk and almost burst into tears. The paperwork demons were multiplying again!

A day later, Timoteo realized why Iemitsu was in such a rush to leave. Lal Mirch burst into his office, clearly furious, demanding to know where Iemitsu was. As it turned out, Iemitsu had lost some rather sensitive documents, and had wanted to escape the explosion that would occur when Lal Mirch found out. This time Timoteo did let his head hit his desk.

And thus the sad fate of a little boy began to change.