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Summary: Tailors are strict informants that have been around since the beginning of the Mafia's creation. However, Tailors are unique and are different from traditional Mafia members. They follow a series of rules called the 'Old Traditions'.

"Tailors" - the original informants of the world and hid behind a fake business of making some type of traditional clothing native to their culture. Some "Tailors" have stopped making clothing, but still keep in touch with the "True Tailors" as their all closely related/ connected somehow.

In Japan where "Tailors" all initially originated from, only three families are considered "Tailors" and only one of them continues the traditions of the original "Tailors".

The three families are: The Hibari Family, The Yamamoto Family, and the Klaire Family, with the Klaire Family being the Tradionalists. The Klaire Family is also the oldest "Tailor" family in the entire world.

Nana is a Klaire as is Tsunayoshi, they both continue the family business of making genuine 100% original handmade kimonos.

Chapter One: True Tailors in Namimori

Nana had only just turned seventeen when she feel in love with Iemitsu Di Vongola. She loved him with her whole being and was willing to sacrifice the family business and quit being a Tailor for him. She was willing to give him everything, do anything, she loved him that much. Iemitsu had loved her just as much at the time and ended up marrying her and impregnating Nana when they were both 22, Iemitsu being only a few months older.

Nana hadn't told him her greatest secret about being a Tailor nor about her 'gift', all he knew was that her mother and sister were very strict and that she made professional kimono's by hand. That she ran a world renowned kimono tailoring business from her small traditional Japanese house, and that her family closely followed Japanese traditions, with her always wearing high-class kimono's created by her family.

Nana's mother and sister lived in the smaller house behind Nana's, as they weren't the Head of the business. Nana inherited as she was the youngest, which Iemitsu found interesting because normally it's the oldest not the youngest.

However, after Nana got pregnant, Iemitsu didn't come back to Japan to visit. Most of the contact he had with Nana was placing orders for traditional kimono's in compliance with his jobs cultural meetings.

Once Nana had finally had Tsunayoshi- a beautiful baby boy with a bunny aspect that invokes when his eyes are open and he makes a noise from his mouth, Iemitsu stopped placing orders in person and began placing them over the phone, never coming and seeing Nana nor their child.

Nana already knew that Iemitsu was the head of the CEDEF in Italy; she's a Tailor she may act dense, but she has too act as such in order to protect herself and her family, not because she actually is. Nana sent "Trainees" to watch over Iemitsu and to send her updates on him once Tsuna became old enough to begin learning about "Tailors" and their duties.

"In the corner of Namimori"

"Is a young lady who owns a tailoring shop"

"With a good attitude and a fine skill"

"She is the talk of the neighborhood."

Nana was known in her family as being one of the most gifted with stitching designs. Her measurements were almost exactly perfect. At the time, she was known as the best with the brightest (happiest) designs for kimono's.

"What was always on her mind was"

"Her lovely person's unfaithful attitude."

"Even though he has someone like me, he never comes home."

"But I have to concentrate on my work"

"I carry my scissors in one hand."

Nana pushed Iemitsu to the side and out of her mind, as she worked on her new orders of kimono's and she began showing Tsuna how to choose fabric and color for the kimono she's making her clients.

"The sewing scissors my mother used to use"

"The more you sharpen it the better it cuts."

Nana gave Tsuna her mothers old scissors to use until he was old enough/ or skilled enough to get his own, which ever came first. She taught him tips on how to angle his wrist and others on how to make the job less tedious.

"The neighborhood's the same as always."

"Such a calm and peaceful life."

Namimori's has always been peaceful, as it's neutral territory for the underworld. Many of the older, Elder, members of the underworld come to settle down in Namimori after years of being in the darkness of the underworld. Yet, once you've tasted the underworld you can never truly leave, so many of the elders that know of Tailors and their traditions stop by the Klaire's family business for answers... Information to benefit their family/ business in the underworld.

"I got a picture of him today out on Main street (Italy)"

"Who was that girl next to you?"

"With a red kimono suiting her well"

"You seem friendly with that beautiful woman."

Nana's "Trainees" sent her a photograph of Iemitsu standing next to a lovely looking lady with short red hair in a red kimono she had spent days on making, an order that had come in a few weeks before, because a cultural meeting was called for big shots in the mafia and it was themed; Japanese Culture, so the Klaire shop was very busy. Iemitsu's arm was around her waist as he guided her to a car. The red head was his date to the meeting.

"I couldn't stand the sight"

"So I set the picture face down and left the room."

Nana was jealous of that girl that got her loves attention. She was in denial because she didn't want to believe that he was cheating on her. Her husband. Her lovely husband would never do such a thing.

She shook her head to dispel the thoughts.

"I have to concentrate on my work."

"I carry my scissors in one hand."

Nana walked into the fabric room to see her mother dressing her son up in a lovely brown silk female kimono, to follow the Original Traditions of having male "Tailors" follow female expectations of Japanese traditions. Tsuna's balance and gracefulness when walking was at a far greater level than anyone else in the Klaire family. Now it seemed it was time for him to begin dressing as a female.

After he was dressed, Nana called him over to get something out of her room, so that she could start on her next order. A long green sash. Only this time she was going to let her son help, as his skill with sash's was far beyond hers already. Her baby was so talented.

This would be his first time helping with an order. He left right away, eager to finally help officially.

"I wet my cheeks with tears"

"And tailor the kimono in front of me."

Tsuna walked gracefully into his mothers room and curiously lifted up the small picture laying on her bed. His eye twitched as he heard his mother begin to cry to herself now that she was alone. Always hiding her tears away from him. Tsuna's teeth gritted unseen to those looking, as his eyes stared coldly at the picture of his father- he thought with rage- that always caused his beloved mother sadness.

Yet, Tsuna never made a sound as he grabbed the kit that his mother asked for and headed back to her, knowing that she was done crying for now.

"The neighborhood seems to be uneasy today"

"looks like there was a crime."

An assassination of one of the Elder underworld lords that was causing trouble for being in the neutral zone. Whispers were that the Vendice were involved. Their very presence makes even those not involved with the underworld uneasy, for reasons unknown.

"I got a photograph of him today in front of the gondola"

"Who was that girl next to him?"

"He looked depressed that day and next to him"

"That girl with the beautiful hair was comforting him"

"That green sash looks good on her."

At the last thought, Nana froze. It was the very sash Tsuna and her had worked on. Tsuna's first order that she just touched up on. Tsuna's first work. And it was on some girl that was trying to impress him. She remembered the order, every detail of it. The girl had wanted to surprise her new lover as she had heard rumors that he liked Japanese cultural and thus clothing a lot.

"Ah, so that's the type of girl you like."

Nana thought with growing depression as she added that picture to the increasing pile of different girls Iemitsu had been with lately. She walked passed the 'jewel room', her sisters favorite room because she can make traditional hairpins with glass beads for customers as gifts to be used as additional pieces to complement the ordered kimono. She once again headed to the fabric room; where she spends most her time because she takes care of the bulk of the orders. The kimono making.

"But I have to concentrate on my work"

"I carry my scissors in one hand."

She picked up a yellow fabric to start on a yellow kimono with small white flowers; that she'd die onto the fabric after the layout was completed, then picked up a thin piece of fabric to create a white sash to match the kimono.

"With my red swollen eyes"

"I start fixing the sash"

Even though she had just finished crying; without knowing she was being watched by her saddened son, she continued to work. Continued to occupy her mind with more important things, than the girls that were cozing up to Iemitsu.

Even though it had been years, over ten years since she last personally saw Iemitsu.

"The neighborhood is growing restless"

"Looks like there was another crime."

Nana was scared and afraid. Her mother, sister, herself, and her beautiful son were overpowered by a group of men seeking information that they didn't have at the moment. They had gotten angry and had attacked. They had won by capturing her mother Kyla and holding a gun to her head.

Her beautifully strong ten year old boy had followed the traditions that were pounded into him since he was little and he offered himself up, all of himself, until they got the needed information. He knew what was going to happen even before he was picked up and thrown over one of the grunts shoulders and carried out. His grandmother and his aunt had warned him about the things to come should he ever have to sacrifice himself.

And his family of "Tailors" could only watch him go, into the world none of them have even had to be, with dread and fear in their bones. Dread and fear for him though. Because they too know what the six men that took him would do with him.

Tsuna was only thankful that they tied a blindfold around his eyes. He was with the six gentlemen- slobs- for a span of three days as the needed information they asked for was gathered.

Tsuna had been forced to walk back to his families kimono shop by himself, with a bad limp. His body was trembling uncontrollably, he was covered in grim and other substances that he didn't want to think about. His once beautiful blue kimono was ripped and torn showing black and purple marks under his kimono. His once combed out long brown hair was knotted and messy. He had rope marks around his wrists and ankles. And he was tired. So very tired and in pain. So much pain. He felt disgusting, his skin felt like there was something moving underneath and all he wanted to do was claw it off.

The second he slide the door open and his family realized it was him, Tsuna pushed his grandmother and aunt away from him as he smiled weakly and let his mother hold his exhausted and bruised body, his trembles softening slightly in his mothers hold. Appreciating the warmth of love he desperately needed right now to stay afloat, to make the disgusting feeling under his skin disappear.

Nana lead him to the bathroom so that he could clean himself, before she left to go and catch up on her orders that she was running slightly behind on because of the information gathering she had gotten involved with herself.

She loves her son, but she is so used to dealing with her fear by disassociating as she worked that it has become a massive crutch and interfered with her duties as a mother.

Tsuna didn't speak much after that, not that he ever really spoke much before, but now it was even less than that. And his emotions became even more closed off than what he was taught by Kyla and Anita, when he was in front of customers that wanted information.

He strapped a small sword to his left arm underneath his kimono as a just-in-case. Anything Tsuna worked on, were now some of the best ever made as he began putting everything he had into the stuff he created. Be it hairpins, fabrics, layouts, dyes, glass beads- anything he worked on.

He became fast and strong when fighting, and silent as he walked. He trained himself into the perfect assassin Tailors originally envisions themselves after. Kyla had been almost as strong as he was, but Tsuna's a natural. Sometimes he just had a sense of when he was doing wrong, a sort of mental nudge.

His fathers genes carried strongly in him after all, and the Klaire's knew it. They began to teach him how to use his flame; an amazingly pure Sky Flame. While Kyla could materialize her flame; diluted Rain Flame, hers' wasn't potent enough to be used in fights with the mafia.

Nana's; Rain Flame, and Anita's; Storm Flame, were strong enough so they taught him that aspect. But, flames could only be used on members of the mafia, it was apart of the Omerta Code. The Yakuza that previously attacked them weren't to be involved with flames, they weren't directly associated with the Mafia.

That's why Nana and Anita couldn't lift a hand against the six men from all those months ago.

"I got a picture of him today at the hair saloon"

"Who was that girl next to him?"

And because of the training, orders got halted, and they were growing behind, so Nana walked to the dye room to dye the pink flowers by hand onto the white kimono, for her latest order from a regular customer whose family has bought their homemade customized kimonos for generations.

"To that girl who seemed to young"

"He fixed her yellow hairpin for her"

The yellow hairpin dangled small yellow and white glass pins in the shapes of stars- Anita's specialty, it was a gift with the yellow kimono she had created months ago a bit before Tsuna was taken by the six men.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"You really are indiscriminate"

With choosing friends, Nana mentally told her self. Friends. Because that's all the two were as he is her husband. Her husband. She reminded herself, her loyal but busy, husband. She liked to fool herself, creating her own imaginative stories for why her husband was standing with all those beautiful women. Anything to prevent her from thinking about the truth. Oh, Nana, so adept at misleading yourself, with no regard to your son. Stuck in a world where you only think of yourself. So selfishly holding on to a rose tinted past. How sad you've become, as your precious son watches you wither away.

"But I have to concentrate on my work"

"I carry my scissors in one hand."

She pulled out the next order form, right after Tsuna took an order for a long black kimono.

"That's strange, were my scissors this color?"

They were rusting, she realized upon a closer look. A bad omen to kimono tailors.

"I work hard again today."

She grabbed a spare out of the drawer, as she set hers aside to be taken to the metal shop to get the rust removed, as they're still perfectly usable. The rust just makes it harder to cut, making the cuts sloppy and less professional.

"I've finally finished my work."

All their orders were finished and caught back up as summertime began once again. They'd be getting more orders soon as the festivals rolled around; however, summer was only just starting so it's a luxury period for the Klaire family.

"If you're not going to come to me"

"Then I'll come meet you."

It was Nana's relaxing period and she wanted to go to Italy to see her husband and introduce the man to his son.

(Scissors are made from two blades. They carry out their tasks by being close and scrape against one another just like a married couple who get along well.-That's what my mother used to say.)

Nana instructed Tsuna of her choice of clothes, and her son only looked at her in a knowing sort of way as she listed what she wanted. Resigned, he helped his mother pack.

"Red Kimono"

"Green Sash"

"Yellow Hairpins"

"I put in my hair"

"I've become the type of"

"Girl you like"

Tsuna knows. Of course he knows. He's seen the pictures. And his gut is twisting and curling with negative emotions anytime the trip gets mentioned. But, he knows his mother needs this. Whether it's to move on or to make recollection, he doesn't know, but if his gut has anything to do with the answer then he's more willing to dreadfully bet the first one.

"How is it? Aren't I beautiful?"

They arrived in Italy the next day and saw Iemitsu at the front gate. Tsuna holding a box of traditional male kimono's that Nono had ordered personally, for himself and his four sons, plus one of the Vongola's most trusted allies; Reborn.

"Today the neighborhood is chaotic"

Those in Namimori have always been able to sense the feelings of the Klaire Family as the families always lived in Namimori, and the ominous signs aren't common in Namimori as the towns usually bright and peaceful. But it's not like the people of Namimori really know what's going on. They can just kind of feel it with in the air, a slight shiver, or something of the sort.

The town is worried it won't be so bright and shiny after today. That change is coming.

"Now a women's hearts been killed"

"Her feelings have been killed by someone."

Tsuna had distracted her for as long as he could, but that man- he refuses to call him father- could not keep his tongue from trying to go down that women's, with light brown hair, throat. The nerve of this man! And in front of his darling mother!

And if Tsuna wasn't mistaken then that women was Iemitsu's secretary; Oregano.

"Besides that, he was acting so awful."

"Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you" He says"

Tsuna bristled internally, but he stayed emotionally blank on the outside, treating Iemitsu like he would a customer coming in for information.

"It was like he was talking to a stranger"

"It was like he was talking to a stranger"

Tsuna could hear his mothers heart shatter in her chest as her face too lost it's loving smile and was replaced with an emotionally blank mask, blanker than he's ever seen on her before.

A smaller boy, just slightly younger than fifteen year old Tsuna, ran up to Iemitsu and Oregano with his arms spread out wide. "Momma! Papa! Welcome home!"

Tsuna's heart panged in his chest, but he ignored it. He caught a wistful look in his mothers eye as she looked at the couple before him, most likely remembering all the times see wished for this scene in front of him to happen but with her and himself instead of them, he thought with venom.

He nudged his mom with soft eyes as he softly took the bag of supplies from her and handing her, her plane ticket. She doesn't need to be here. He's long surpassed her and the rest of the Klaire's.

His mother nodded as she walked out with a soft clack of her straw sandals hitting the ground and the arms of the green sash dragging across the ground. His beautiful mother that got all dressed up to see this... this Fiend.

Fairytales did not originally end with happy endings. They ended dark and cruel as lessons to the naive.

Tsuna closed his eyes from the sight of this oh so disgustingly loving couple as he spoke, his words crisp and polite not giving a single inch of the anger and absolute hatred spinning inside of him right now. "I have an appointment with Timoteo Di Vongola, do you know where I might meet him?" He spoke Italian with no accent, even though he too is dressed in traditional Japanese wear.

He was currently wearing a modified kimono that he made himself for himself in his free time. It has long black sleeves and only went to about two inches above his knee. A sowed in red dragon curled around him. His sash was also red and was tied in a medium sized bow behind him. Tsuna's hair was pulled up into a bun with the front of his hair braided into the bun and black and red glass beads made up his hairpin. Black straw sandals with red straps curled around his ankle. He looked just like a well refined women with grace filed in every millimeter of his body a million times over. An aura of pure sky flames surrounded him unknowingly, and always. Just like an aura of rough sky flames surrounded Iemitsu.

It was disgusting to know he was related to this awful, awful man.

"Who are you?" Iemitsu tensed at hearing his boss's name.

Tsuna would have sneered at the blunt disrespect he's being treated with. Obviously, Iemitsu doesn't know who exactly he's talking to and who exactly he left, cheated, and broke oh so sharply, all those years ago. Tsuna's voice was like ice, "My name is unimportant to you. I have business with your boss, his sons, and Reborn. Now either you can tell me where he is, or I can find him myself. Pick your poison. If you need to know what I'm here for to ask permission or whatever, tell him the kimono tailor has arrived with the requested kimono's."

Iemitsu didn't show any sign that he heard him, besides reaching for him phone, calling a number, checking, hanging up and saying, "He's in the east wing. I could sho-"

"That'll be fine thank you. Go back on to shoving your tongue back down her throat, I'm sure that's got you much more occupied." Tsuna cut him off before he could even finish his offer, not wanting to spend a second longer with the man. Before Iemitsu could blink, he was gone and at the door to the East Wing. A handy application of Flame manipulation and a soft activation of his gift.

Tsuna could feel seven aura's in the room, but left his completely covered as he knocked on the large oak door.

Before the door was opened Tsuna held the box out on his arms as he bowed, low to the ground, in Japanese traditional greetings to those of a higher standard level; not that Timoteo is- even though he's the current head of Vongola. It's because he's a customer and he gets the highest level of respect/politeness shown too him, just as he does for all his other customers.

Though Reborn, he will be treated the best out of everyone in that room, because it's well known he doesn't like Iemitsu. He simply tolerates the blasted fool with a patience not many have. Tsuna has patience, he's tolerate to a lot of things Reborn's only seen or heard of, it just snaps easily when in Iemitsu's presence because of what the mans done to his mother.

Timoteo was the one to answer the door and the first to see Tsuna following old Japanese traditions. "Young man, what is that box?" He asked having just got off the phone with Iemitsu merely seconds ago, nobody could have got here that fast unless his 'suspicions' are true.

"It is not obvious?" Tsuna asked, slightly rude, but his head still bowed politely, "I believe a blond subordinate of yours called to inform you that I have arrived with your handmade customized kimonos. I would have sent them through the mail, but I have to make sure the kimono's are well fitted." Tsuna's voice was speaking in perfect Italian despite the fact that he's obviously Japanese. "Vongola-sama, you see you've never purchased a kimono from us, so we don't have your exact sizing records. First time customers usually place the orders personally, but you did not. I came out personally to do the fittings with my mother, but as she was not feeling well I sent her home."

Xanxus raised a brow, "You can control your mothers actions?"

Tsuna still did not raise his head as he has not been granted permission to rise as he answered, "For certain matters, yes I have full command. The kimono's for this order were made completely by me. The fabric, the dye, etc.. My creations, my call. Besides she knew she wouldn't be able to concentrate the way she was and would end up creating a mistake. Those are unacceptable." Tsuna finished with a slight darkness to his voice to emphasis his point.

"You man rise. I take it those are Old Traditions?" Timoteo guessed knowingly.

Tsuna raised from his bowing position regally, but his eyes remained closed as he spoke, "For our Elders, mistakes are not allowed because they reflect badly." Tsuna said.

Only Reborn and Xanxus caught their drift, and to say they're shocked wouldn't even be the tip of the iceberg.

At Timoteo's welcoming gesture, Tsuna entered the large room and sat the large white box on his arms onto the table. It set down with a small thunk, but it made a muffled noise that most likely would have been much louder if he just dropped it onto the table. Thus showing that the box is quite heavy.

Tsuna opened his eyes to look at all of them before asking with his eyes closed again, "Who would like to go first?"

Nobody stepped up, so Timoteo decided to humor everyone by going first.

Tsuna opened the white box and pulled out an elegant summer brown male kimono with the bottom pelted softly with dyed sakura petals, a light gray obi, and a pair of light gray straw sandals.

Tsuna commanded softly, "You're going to need to strip down into your boxers. I'm here to resize your kimono to make it fit you properly. I can't do that if you have all your clothes on."

'Damn.' Was the collective thought as they all thought of what Timoteo would look like almost completely naked. 'Egggh! The mental image!'

"I'm going to be scarred for life." Xanxus mumbled under his breath. He received nods from his brothers agreeing with him.

"Don't worry, he's not that bad off." Reborn commented, "I had somehow found my way to his room when he was changing while crawling through the air vents."

"Ohhh- You crawled through the air vents?" Enrico asked curiously.

"Yeah, I'm the reason the vents were shrunk. If I can fit through them someone else can to." Reborn said with a small shrug.

"That's not even the point, and we shouldn't get into that." Massimo stated before he hissed, "Aren't you a girl?"

Tsuna stopped pulling the next kimono out of the box. It was like Timoteo's, only Red with black sakura petals. "Do you think I'm a girl?"

"Yes." Came from everyone loudly, save Reborn who knew better.

"Don't worry. I'm not." Tsuna informed for many of them to gasp in confusion or for Frederico to frown.

"Your lying." Frederico stated bluntly. "Prove it."

Tsuna mentally shrugged as he walked over to Frederico, discretely grabbed the eighteen year olds left hand and brought it to the hidden buldge underneath his kimono. Tsuna walked away leaving a madly blushing Frederico, a mildly amused Reborn and Xanxus, and a confused Enrico as he went back to pulling out the rest of the kimono's.

"So?" Enrico asked.

Frederico coughed and turned his head away, "He's telling the truth."

That was Timoteo's sign to start undressing. When he was left in nothing but his boxers, everyone took to appraising him, making him very self conscious.

He wasn't bad off. He was hairless as all people that unlock their flames are, his abdomen muscles were just beginning to deform, so he was still in very good shape. Especially for his age.

Turns out none of them become mentally scarred. Tsuna began to dress Timoteo into his kimono. Once it was finished, Tsuna grabbed a few pins out of the bag he took from his mother, and began pinning along the lengths Tsuna needed to shorten.

Tsuna nodded when he was done and helped Timoteo take it off without jostling any of the pins he placed. "Next."

Enrico being the oldest son decided to step up. His kimono was the Red version of Timoteo's but with black sakura petals. He easily stripped down into his plain blue boxers.

He looked like a half-way naked Elvis. Seriously.

Tsuna helped him into the kimono with professional ease. Fewer pins were placed on his than Timoteo's. Tsuna helped him out of it.

Frederico, being the second oldest stepped up without being asked and stripped down into his plain green boxers. Tsuna helped him into a green version of Timoteo's kimono, but with white petals. His didn't need any adjustings, so Tsuna just let him keep it on to get used to wearing it.

Massimo stepped up a little shy about stripping, because he knows he's going to get teased about his boxers. He stripped anyways just to get it over with.

They were white with strawberry's all over.

Nobody laughed aloud but there were a few snickers at the beginning reveal. Massimo took that as a sign to continue and let Tsuna help him into a baby blue version of Timoteo's kimono only with darker blue sakura petals.

Massimo's was littered with pins, as Timoteo messed up on his size making it a good size and a half bigger that it should be. Tsuna only had slight trouble getting Massimo out of it without displacing any of the pins.

Xanxus stepped up and was in his boxers. Tsuna looked at Xanxus's body for a second before closing his eyes and saying, "Yours and Reborn's kimono's are very different from Timoteo's and his first three sons. Xanxus wouldn't get caught dead wearing anything flower related on his clothing and Reborn is badass." He didn't sensor his word choice and Reborn loved the way it stroked his ego.

Tsuna pulled up a fiery red kimono with very detailed flames on the bottom along with an orangish red obi and red and black straw sandals. The inside of the kimono was completely black. Xanxus looked very nice in the kimono.

Only two pins were added, but they were to the sleeves as Tsuna finds it safer to make the sleeves a little longer just in case.

Xanxus was able to stay in his rocking kimono as the pins Tsuna used on his sleeves had caps so they won't come off.

Reborn was stripped down to his plain black silk boxers and in front of Tsuna in seconds wanting to be inside his kimono already.

Tsuna began to pull out a much higher quality kimono out of the box, "Timoteo payed extra for yours to be gifted as a supposed 'thank you for all your hard work' kind of thing. I went in and made it even better than his budget because I believe the greatest hitman in the world deserves the greatest kimono quality in the world." He paused before adding, "And don't worry about the extra cost. It's on the house."

Tsuna helped Reborn get into a black silk kimono with a silver stitched raven on the right side that's wing span stretches across his chest and back with a few feathers stitched towards the bottom. The inside of his kimono was a scarlet red, the color of blood. His obi was of matching color to the inside. When Reborn slipped his hands into his slightly longer than usual sleeves he felt small gun holsters in the sleeves making their length purposeful. A pair of black straw sandals with silver straps were handed to Reborn.

It fit Reborn perfectly. In every way. Reborn looked highly sexy in his high class kimono.

The moment of staring at Reborn was cut short when the oak doors were knocked on. Nono's Storm Guardian; Coyote Nougart, answered the door to see a beautiful women with shoulder length brown hair in a red short kimono with a long green sash and yellow hairpins standing next to Iemitsu, Oregano, and Basil without any emotion on her face.

The three CEDEF members/future members (Basil) froze at the sight of Reborn in the high class tailored kimono.

Before anyone could move or say anything Tsuna's voice cut in icily, "Mama, what are you doing here?" 'Next to them,' wasn't said but it was heard by seeming everyone save the ones it's about.

"Tsu-chan, forgot his phone in the hotel room." Nana said emotionlessly as she walked gracefully to her son.

Tsuna's eyes pierced her making her flinch a little, before he closed them and he stated, "Liar. You just want to be remembered." He said cryptically to her, knowing she and only she will know what he's talking about.

Nana's expression didn't change, but it did tighten slightly at the reminder. "I simply wanted to know if I was truly forgotten." She replied back blankly.

Emotionlessly Tsuna replied, "That is why I sent you home. Your mind is placing you in a state of denial and you've done it for years."

"That is no-!" Nana was cut off when Tsuna pointed at her attire and she realized that he was right. The disillusionment hurt.

Iemitsu moved and it grew very cold inside the room. Only that they knew it was coming from Tsuna.

"Mama, go home. Anita and obaa-sama will need help with festival orders soon." Tsuna said.

"But-!" Nana yelled displeased.

Iemitsu went to lay a hand on her arm to calm her down, but before his hand could even brush against the kimono's fabric he was on the ground with Tsuna's foot on his stomach and a small tanto angled against his throat.

Oregano reached for her gun as she pulled Basil behind her.

"Don't move or I swear I'll remove his head from his body." Tsuna said darkly as his eyes remained firmly closed. "Mama, you want him to remember you? I can help with that. Nah, Iemitsu-san." Tsuna spat out disgusted. "What is miss Oregano to you?"

"She's my wife." Iemitsu spat irritated at the boy who held him at his sword.

Nana felt faint and it was easily noticeable to everyone in the room, however Tsuna wasn't finished. Iemitsu needs to pay for the pain he's caused his mother.

"I see." Was all Tsuna said before he added, "For how long?"

"Eleven years." Iemitsu answered blankly.

Tsuna's sword pressed a little firmer against Iemitsu's throat, drawing out a thin trail of blood. "Was this before or after you got her pregnant?" He threw a pointed look at Basil after he said this.

"After." Iemitsu answered truthfully.

Tsuna nodded, "Because you very well couldn't leave you subordinate once she was pregnant, right? Other wise you would have dumped her and moved on after you had your fill of lust at the moment, right?" He asked darkly.

Iemitsu paled, showing that Tsuna was right. Oregano felt betrayed as she sent Basil out the room. Everyone else just let the drama unfold in front of them.

Reborn felt even more disgusted with Iemitsu at this news. And Timoteo has never felt more ashamed at employing Iemitsu than he does in this moment.

Seeing that his ploy was up Iemitsu demanded, "And how the hell would you know that?!"

Tsuna scoffed at a rare show of emotions on his face since he was ten. "You've already done it once before, you absolute piece of crap, only it wasn't to your subordinate, it was to your own wife who you had already been married to for a few years before you got her pregnant."

The final dots were connected. In a highly gruesome display of truth and knowledge.

The beautiful lady in the kimono is Iemitsu's wife and the young man holding Iemitsu with a blade is his son. His first son.

"Then you're, and she's and-" Iemitsu was cut off from Tsuna continuing with a growing anger as his mother finally lost control of her emotions and fainted- a defense mechanism to not show people she doesn't trust her half-form.

"And up until today, when she saw you shoving your tongue down your secretary bitch's throat with your 'son' running up to you with childhood happiness, she completely fooled herself into thinking that you were still 100% loyal to her, even though she had valid evidence that you weren't." Tsuna said before his eyes opened and they flashed dangerously before they closed again as he continued, "You've had numerous of other sex flings with all kinds of women, both allies and enemy's of Vongola. Not only that but your playthings would call our shop to create them kimono's so that they could get inside your pants." Tsuna said furiously.

Everyone else in the room would be extremely pissed off as well, if this happened to them. All of their hard work going to a girl that his father was using to cheat on his mother with.

"Do you have any idea who you're messing with?!" Tsuna yelled his fury finally expanding past a point that he can't restrain it. "We'r-" Tsuna was cut off from a wooden cane and a light pink sandal hitting him in the face. Tsuna recognizing the objects paled drastically and went into a formal seiza his forehead connecting to the floor. "I was out of line, forgive me." He stated immediately.

"You better believe you were out of line. You almost just committed a Taboo." An elderly women stated sternly.

Tsuna paled more if it was possible as said old lady walked through the open oak doors followed by a young lady that looked a lot like Nana, but slightly older with longer hair.

"You've been out of line, Tsunayoshi." Anita said darkly. "You know what happens when we return home."

Tsuna had to force his voice to not quiver in fear, "Of course."

"Good. Anita grab your sister. Tsunayoshi, you stay and finish your job before you head back, right away, no dilly dallying." Kyla ordered before looking down at Iemitsu with distain heavy in her voice, "And Iemitsu, I get another image with you and another girl in it and I'll personally let Tsunayoshi cut your head off. I'm sure he'll be pleased to do so after so long of watching his mother break down in tears by herself, over the pictures she's received of you and your damn escapades." Kyla turned around, adding, "Tsunayoshi, you've got three days to be back, or I'll make it last longer."

"Understood, Kyla-sama." Tsunayoshi replied completely blank. When his eyes opened to look at his maternal grandmother, they too were completely blank and void of all emotion.

"Anita lets get home." Kyla said.

Anita lifted her unconscious sister onto her back before walking past Tsuna and stepping on his hand, hard, and twisting her foot.

Tsunayoshi didn't show any signs of pain or emotion. Anita left. Slowly, Tsuna got off the floor, he picked up his small tanto, sheathed it and placed it back within his sleeve. He grabbed a handful of pictures out of the bag and threw them at Iemitsu.

They were just of a few of the wretched mans flings from over the years. They, the Vongola party, stared at the photo evidence with disgust for a small bit of time before Timoteo dismissed Iemitsu and let Tsunayoshi get back to work. The room's atmosphere was somber and unlikely to change for a good while.

The entire room stayed quiet save the sound of Tsuna's scissors gently cutting fabric.

"But I have to concentrate on my work."

"I carry my scissors in one hand..."

AN: The Centered Words are the lyrics to Megurine Luka's, "The Tailor Shop On Enbizaka" I modified some of the lyrics slightly.. I Do Not Own The Song's Used in this Fanfiction! This is going to have major Iemitsu Bashing and slight Nana bashing- very minor.

Not every chapter is going to have a song in it. So I won't call this a song-fic. This is going to be a multi-relationship fic. Some will be yoai pairings, some will be yuri pairings and some will be hetero relationships.

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If you do NOT like Yoai/Yuri, do NOT continue this story and just forget it exists. I do not like flame mail just because you're bias!

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UPDATED: June 22, 2021