Original KHR characters and plot are NOT mine. Though this somewhat dumb plot is mine. I don't warn you of whatever cuz there won't be any SPG scenes there.

Tsunayoshi Sawada died at the tender age of five.

The dying flicker of sealed flames, the very essense of his life force, had tried to claw and burn, doing anything it could to damage the stranger who dared to snuff out its flares.

"P-Papa," Tsuna whimpered.

Tiny hands that have yet to contain enough strength to even properly grip his sippy cup reached out towards his father. Another part of home, comfort, warmth, and safety that isn't his but is still a part of him that he recognizes as family.

"Papa, it h-hurts." Tsuna squirmed, his movements getting sluggish and painful. "Pap–"

Iemitsu took a step back, making Tsuna's dewey eyes widen with unshed tears as he curled on himself with a startled gasp.

Another stab of cold pain finally made Tsuna give out the dam of tears he desperately tried to hold in because... because Mama said that big boys don't cry.

And...and Tsuna's a big boy now even if he still couldn't sleep without his nightlight on.

He's going to be a brave hero. Brave enough to pet the neighbor's scary dog someday.

Tsuna's going to grow up big and strong and smart to protect his Mama from people who would do bad things like what the nice man had told him – "Not everyone will be nice to you little Sky" – back when he and his Mama bought ice cream to eat.

"Mama," Tsuna lowly called out, flames congregating in his eyes as it gave a beautiful golden orange glow as he longingly stared at the part of the house where he knows his mother is in.

'Everything will be alright,' his tired flames crooned. Tucking itself tightly, almost vanishing, within the depths of the toddlers heart.

It was a last ditch of warmth and Tsuna realizes it despite his age.

With a voice too low to hear from the adults, almost gibberish to anyone but himself due to his sniffles and choked cries, Tsuna whispers, "Tsu's sorry, Mama."

Meanwhile, the two flame active adults were not able to hone down on why Tsuna's struggles came to a halt, their attention still focused on crystalizing the toddler's flames.

"It's for your own good, Tsuna." Iemitsu smiled, his eyes flashing burnt orange with guilt and a bit of vindicative glee before fading into a blank mask he dons for formal mafia gatherings. "Papa's just keeping you safe."

They didn't stop to question themselves as to why the younger's flames seemed to converge into one big ball of starlight. Gathering every drop, every bit of reserve it could before finally...

"Tsunayoshi-kun, your father is correct. We're just protecting y–" Nono yelped at the sudden – how had he not noticed? – spike of hot, searing pain from the weakened toddler's flames.

'It's fine. Mama would be safe this way,' Tsuna thought as he went limp like a marionettes with cut strings.

In Nono's surprise of the sudden flare of Sky flames, it led to the older man dropping Tsuna from his earlier hold as he too, took a step back to put out the seeping Sky flames – still young yet already filled with too much potential – that snagged his Hawaiian themed shirt, burning holes and searing through his skin, hot enough to leave a mark no matter how little it may be.

That step though, that one major misstep Vongola Nono made along with the fast reflexes of Iemitsu as he caught his competition – no, no, what are you thinking?! It's your son! Your child! – costed them everything the Vongola would ever know.

Not now perhaps, but in the far future.

Because when Tsuna fell down from Nono's hands and Iemitsu tried to catch him, Fate played her game and mocked them both with a dauntless laugh.

That forgotten ball that Tsuna played with before he was interrupted by the neighbor's playful chihuahua? It was just one big step away from Iemitsu's feet.

So when he sped up, his foot coincidentally landed on the toy and made him lose his balance.

That one step he took, made him miss catching his child and instead made his hand smack down on the already exhausted, unconscious toddler, who landed with a heavy thump within his home's grassy lawn.

After Iemitsu landed on his knees, righting himself too late, he crawled to his son's sprawled body and heaved a relieved sigh.

'Thank goodness there was grass to soften the impact,' was his thought as his mind went through the number of Suns nearby that would be willing to cast a diagnosis on his little Tuna-fishy.

Maybe he could even make them promise to secretly blur a few memories of this day to minimize damage of mafia discovery. It wouldn't hurt to be thorough, right?

"Tuna-fish, are you alright?"

No answer responded. A niggling feeling at the back of Iemitsu's head made him frown.

"Tsuna?" He called out again as he proceeded to heave the unresponsive toddler from where he lays prone.

Cupping one hand under Tsuna's brown, fluffy hair, he felt the thick viscosity of liquid, something he's very familiar that made his stomach roll in knots. As the smell of iron hit his nose and the drip of blood dropped like freshly fallen dew on the grass, Iemitsu felt his heart drop; his blood felt cold.

There, on the center part where blood had stained the grasses red, was a rock with a sharp edge. Its tip was coated with a deep red hue that it might look like it was painted that way.

With shaking hands, Iemitsu steadied his breathing and settled Tsuna on his chest, his back turned away from the aforementioned stone.

The blond pressed Tsuna's neck to see if he could find a pulse. A sign of life. Something!

"There should be one here. Our guys could still last long enough for Suns arrive. Tsuna could hold on, right?" Iemitsu deliriously mumbled.

"Iemitsu, is something wrong?" Nono asked from behind him. Similarly looking worried as he scanned the rapidly paling child in the CEDEF Head's arms.

"There's no pulse."