Nana tucked her son under the covers and watched fondly as he calmly slept. The puffy red eyes from crying made her upset, and while she was usually willing to ignore it, she couldn't this time.

She left the room and gently closed the door. The quiet click when it finally closed caused her to sigh. She walked downstairs and began to grab her coat and shoes.

She needed to visit a certain someone.

Someone she should have listened to when she first found out about this mess all those years ago.

She slipped on her shoes and began to walk the peaceful streets of Naminori. She searched for the shop she entered all those years ago and located it after some difficulty.

Kawahira's Antique Shop

It's where she got that beautiful purple and orange vase for her room. It's also where she met that man.

Nana opened the door and could already smell the dust in the air. She looked around and found Kawahira cleaning the shop.

The man looked at her and nodded his head in acknowledgment, "Hello, little cloud." He turned back to cleaning his antiquities carefully.

The woman hummed in response, "How do I free my son?" She stepped forward and straightened her back, her eyes glowing a deep purple.

The man looked at her in amusement, "Straight to the point like always I see." He put down his duster and sat in a nearby chair, "Let's talk about this over tea, shall we?" With a wave of his hand, there were two teacups on the round table as well as a teapot.

Nana reluctantly sat down in the chair and inspected the tea, "I'll pass on tea," She looked at the man seriously, "Please just answer my question." She pursued her lips tightly together

The man's smile became dull, "You want to know how to free a sky?" He clarified questioningly, "Do you realize the ludicrousy of that?" He took a sip of tea as he waited for an answer

The woman felt her purple flare in anger, "He is my son." She stated, a scowl forming on her face, "He is meant to be free."

Kawahira sighed and set his teacup down, "How long will you keep the disharmonious sky flames in both your and your son's lives?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Nana paused, "...Iemitsu?" she asked reluctantly, the name tasting like acid on her tongue.

Kawahira nodded, "He is what brought your son into that world," he paused as he stood up. "His flames that had forced yours into submission have done something similar to your son's flames." he looked around his shop slowly.

The woman paled as realization poured on her, "How bad is a disharmonious bond?" She asked fearfully

Kawahira gave Nana the most serious look she had ever seen from the man, "It can kill a pure sky like your son."

Those words shook the woman to her core.

She couldn't stay there any longer. She needed to go home.

Her son is alive. He will stay alive.

She ran. She ran with everything she had until she reached the familiarly cold home. The small gate that creaks every time it moves.

Nana never had the energy to get it fixed.

Though, looking closer, she realizes that the whole fence has gone unstable. And all it took was a neglected gate.

A tired, scratchy voice called out to her, "Mama? Where did you go?"

Nana looked up and saw her son standing in the doorway, his expression twisted with worry.

She smiled and opened the creaking gate. She'll get it fixed, step by step, "I just wanted to go for a quick walk." She hugged her son tightly, "Let's go back inside, Tsu."

Tsuna nodded tiredly, "Okay." He didn't comment on the clothes his mother was wearing. Clothes that weren't made for going out in the cold night air.

The two walked inside with Nan pausing as she stared at the phone.

Maybe it was time to reconnect with them.

Because in the end, they were right about Iemitsu and while she hates giving them something to brag about, her son was more important than her pride.

If need be, she would get on her knees and beg to at least protect her son.

Tsuna tugged on her clothes with pursed lips, "Are you coming?"

In this dim lighting, he looked like the small child she failed once upon a time.

Nana smiled as she held her son's hand like she should've all those years ago, "I am, Tsu, don't worry," she reassured him like she was always supposed to.

The teenager smiled brightly as he let her lead the way.

That smile is something Nana is more than willing to die for if need be.

She tucked her son into bed again and stayed there by his side. Her thoughts ran wild with only one rational idea that had to be done shining through the rest.

They needed to leave.

They had to escape to Nana's side of the family. It was time to understand the family business after so much denial.

She shakily held her phone as she dialed the familiar number.

It rang through for only a second before he picked up the phone.

"Hello, Father, I need to come home."

A rough voice came through the phone, "Home? I believe you said that this was never your home when you left."

Nana pursed her lips together as she held back tears, "Please, I have a son and he needs to escape from this place."

There was silence until that rough voice spoke again with a sigh in his tone, "A son?"

The woman nearly sobbed in relief when she heard the reluctant acceptance, "Yes, he's a wonderful child."

"What's his name?"

Nana looked down at her child that was already fast asleep again, "Tsunayoshi, his name is Tsunayoshi."

The man chuckled, "That's a wonderful name."

The woman leaned her head on the bed and laughed slightly, "I picked it out by myself."

A hum of acknowledgment came from the man, "By yourself? What about that man?"

Nana bit her lip, she wanted to wait a bit more for this, but sooner is better than later. At least, that's what her mother always said, "You were right, Father," she admitted as she tried her best to not cry, "It took my son being poisoned by him to see it unfortunately."

There was a bitter chuckle on the other line.

The bitterness made Nana feel better.

"That's how it can be, daughter of mine," he paused for only a moment, "A parent's protectiveness is all it takes sometimes."

The woman laughed with her father, "You would like Tsu," she said to keep the conversation flowing, "He's such a sweet child."

Another quiet bit of laughter is what carried the rest of the conversation. Even as morning approached, Nana had never felt so light-hearted. Not since she had Tsuna.

They eventually parted ways with Nana's father saying words of reassurance.

She now had an escape plan.

Today, at eight in the morning, a car will be waiting for her and Tsuna.

An untraceable car that is an unreleased design from her family. It's not what they do specifically but rather one of the many things.

Not even the best hacker can track them.

Nana hurriedly began to pack lightly.

Some clothes that would last the duration of the trip. Nothing flashy or bright.

She looked in her room and decided to not take the albums filled with memories but the things Tsuna has made for her over the years.

The album only holds bad memories. Nothing good.

The last thing to do was wake her son up.

She gently shook him awake, "We have to leave, Tsu," she whispered into the morning air.

The boy rubbed his eyes like the child he will get to be again, "Where are we going, Mama?"

Nana smiled gently as she hurried him out of bed, "We are leaving to go to my home," she explained while handing him clothes to change into, "So be quick, ok?"

There was a nod as he held the clothes to his chest.

Nana left the room and shuddered lightly when she heard a car park outside the house.

It was time.

She grabbed the very few bags she packed and opened the door warily.

She paused when she saw her older brother.

He looked at her and approached carefully, "Hey there, Nana," he called out gently and held out his arms.

The woman fell into the hug easily, "You're an asshole, Haku."

There was a huff of laughter as he reluctantly moved back, "I'll put these into the trunk," he smiled softly as he grabbed the light luggage from Nana's hands.

The woman nodded as she hurriedly went back inside to see her son coming down the stairs, "Tsu, it's time to go."

The boy nodded as he approached the doorway. He put his favorite shoes on and smiled, "I'm ready."

His voice was as light as Nana felt.

Haku was waiting by the car. His hair seemed to be longer and a darker brown than when they were younger. His clothes same comfortable hoodie and jeans combo, at least that didn't change. He had their dad's green eyes but their mom's hair.

He stared at Tsuna in slight awe, "So you're my nephew," he said quietly as the mother and son approached the car.

Tsuna's eyes widened in shock. He looked at his mother, "He's my uncle?"

Nana smiled cheekily, "Yes, though he's not much," she opened the car door for her son.

Haku looked over at her and glared playfully, "Go die."

The woman looked playfully scandalized, "And leave my poor son alone?" She got into the car quickly to avoid the incoming fist.

Tsuna looked on curiously, unused to this type of relationship.

Nana isn't quite sure if it's a blessing or not that she never had another child.

It's definitely a blessing when a shoe is thrown at her face once Haku opened the driver's side of the car.

The man looked satisfied as he sat down.

The woman wanted to retaliate but quickly remember that her son was currently watching. She turned around to look into the back of the car, "This is going to be a long drive, Tsu."

The brunet nodded and smiled, "I know, Mama." He smiled at her knowingly.

The woman wanted to cry when she realized that he knew they wouldn't be coming back.

Haku started the car and began leaving, "It's nice where we're going, Tsunayoshi," he drove along the road quietly, "I can promise you that."

The early morning of Naminori on a weekend was always quiet.

They passed TakeSushi and the woman wondered for a second how Tsuna would do without his friends.

The thoughts were shaken from her mind. Her son would thrive no matter what.

Then there was the antique store that constantly moved around the town, conveniently appearing when she needed it most. The one that had welcomed her in this unfamiliar town all those years ago before her son was born.

"Haku! I need to say something to someone really quickly!"

The man looked over blankly and sighed, "Fine, make it quick." He stopped the car and turned to Tsuna, "So, kid, what do you like to do?"

Nana didn't get to hear the answer as she was already out of the car and running to the store.

There he was. Cleaning just like the night before and acknowledged her all the same, "Little cloud, I see you have found the answer."

The woman smiled and bowed, "Thank you, Kawahira!"

The man stared in contemplation before giving her something, "Use this to call me whenever you need."

Nana took the small talisman with reverence, "I will," she smiled again as she began to leave the small, dusty shop. "Also, I think I need a new vase soon," she said with a grin.

She saw the man pause as a smile slowly formed on his face. He said words that sounded foreign coming from him for some reason, his usual sageness gone, "I guess that means a sky can be free too."

Nana grinned as she shut the door and ran back to the car. Her flames were exploding with excited brilliance.

Yes, Tsuna, her sky son, will be free like she once was and will be again.