When Nana's husband, Iemitsu, had left with his boss in such a hurry, the mother knew something was wrong. It was confirmed when Tsuna began to trip everywhere he went, her once free little bird was now constricted as if his wings had been ripped off of him.
That man must've thought she was stupid because granted, she may be a civilian, but that doesn't mean she can't tell when she married into the mafia. It was all much too suspicious, from the guns that used to lie around their bedroom to the way Iemitsu's boss held himself with power and pride.
She ignored it all and played the ignorant fool. Why? Because she loved Iemitsu despite everything he has kept from her.
But now she has a son that she loves much more, a son that if anything happened to him, she wouldn't hesitate to kill someone.
There was an instance like this, it was the first time an assassin had attacked their home. They immediately went after Tsuna. Nana saw her son being choked by a man holding a gun up to his temple. Her vision turned purple, everything around became that same color except for her and her son that was crying in the woman's arms.
A body was left on the floor, with messy knife wounds.
That was the first time she activated her flames and the first time she made a man drop to his knees. She found a book her husband left in the attic, stupid man, in Italian. She learned bits and pieces of the language to understand it. It talked about Vongola's history and the different flame types. Nana was a cloud apparently and her son used to be a sky before he was sealed.
That day, she broke and became ignorant of the world around her as she did her best to protect her son from its dangers.
Nearly eight years later, a baby was at her doorstep claiming to be her son's tutor.
She ignored it like everything else. She ignored the child with weapons in his hair and the little girl that claimed to be an assassin. She ignored Bianchi's weird food and how it would sometimes melt her counters. She ignored the boy that made things float and somehow had rankings from, what he claimed, the universe.
She would ignore the fact that sometimes her son and his friends would be fine for some time and then return with terrible injuries.
What she couldn't ignore was how one night, when it was just Nana and Tsuna for once, her son began crying. Saying how he was sorry, how he didn't mean for people to get hurt, and how he didn't want Yuni and Gamma to die.
Something in Nana seemed to return that night as she knelt down and hugged the crying boy, "I don't know what is going on, Tsu," she rubbed circles on his back soothingly, "but I promise you, that whatever it was, it wasn't your fault."
Her words were firm as Tsuna's crying became choked sobs. As he began clinging to his one pillar of support.
Even as wrinkles began appearing in Nana's clothes from the desperation in Tsuna's grip. Not once did Nana let go.
Instead, that beautiful and protective purple surrounded Nana and Tsuna. The purple she thought she would never see again was a furious flame ready to burn the world for her child.
After all, Hell hath no fury like a mother scorned.