Little Wonders

By Cannibalistic Fury (Has anyone noticed I change my username a lot?)

2010-2012

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Warnings: Language, hormonal pregnant boys, bad writing, and other stuff.

ALSOOOOO: Pre-warning, as of this chapter, I don't know where this story is going. So, unfave, un-alert, flame me, I don't care. It's not up the the usual standard I want and it's actually shorter than most.

Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

Song Inspirations: "Eastern Homes and Western Hear" by Day At The Fair, "Sorry..." by All Star Weekend, "Who Are You Now" by Sleeping With Sirens, "Unison" by Quoth the Raven, and "Stay Together For the Kids" by Blink-182.

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Chapter 6: Irreversible Mistakes

22 Weeks (5 months, 2 Weeks)

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Tsunayoshi Sawada was pissed. No, he was beyond pissed. He was freaking livid.

Rokudo Mukuro was scared. Legitimately scared. Just what was he scared for?

Well, his life, if the seething, hormonal and pregnant minor next him had anything to do with it.

Mukuro nervously merged into the right lane, glancing at the brunet.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Mukuro questioned, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.

Tsuna grunted as he shifted in the passenger seat. He rested a hand on this stomach and clawed the arm rest with the other. Glaring out of the corner of his eye, he kept silent. Tsuna was sure and he was determined.

He was determined to at least have a fucking conversation with his baby daddy. If it was one-sided, even better. The brunet didn't want to hear one excuse pass Giotto's lips. If he even tried, Tsuna was pretty sure he would be on the verge of murder.

Tsuna was pretty sure Mukuro was thinking that he was over reacting. Maybe he was, but something clicked in Tsuna's mind. When Mukuro said he would marry the brunet in a heartbeat, it made Tsuna think, "why hadn't Giotto asked him to marry him." Maybe his hormones contributed to him blowing everything out of proportions, but the question kept bugging him and bugging him. Maybe he rushed to call Mukuro the father of his kids. Maybe he rushed a lot of things.

Tsuna didn't have the time to rethink his decision.

He just want to know.

If that was a problem, then Giotto could kiss their relationship good-bye. Tsunayoshi Sawada had enough left of his pride as a man to know that a man who can't take responsibility is not worth staying with. The brunet also knew he deserved better than that scum.

He would get better, too, god dammit!

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Mukuro parked the car into the closest free space. He looked over at Tsunayoshi, who was unbuckling his seatbelt. The illusionist still didn't think this was a good idea, but Mukuro knew that Tsuna didn't value this opinion in the least bit.

As the brunet reached to open the passenger door, Mukuro coughed. Caramel eyes glance at him, any anger seemingly gone.

"Tsuna, I'm just going to ask once more," Mukuro started, "Are you really sure you want to do this?"

Tsuna scoffed. "Of course I do! Quit asking me that, I'm tired of it!"

Mukuro sighed as he face-palmed. "I'm just asking, because his answers might not be ones you are hoping for."

Tsuna glared then slammed the car door open. He looked back at Mukuro. "You think I don't know that!" he hissed, sliding to the side of the seat. "Believe me, Rokudo Mukuro, I have run almost every possibility through my head. Don't take me for an idiot." The brunet wrapped an arm around his bump and pushed himself out of the car. "I just need someone to believe in me, right now; not patronise me."

Mukuro sighed as he watched the pregnant boy walk up the side-walk to the apartment building in front of them. This was definitely not a good idea. Mukuro unbuckled his own seatbelt and got out of his car. He locked it and followed Tsuna into the building.

The apartment building wasn't bad, but Mukuro didn't care for the details, considering that a hormonal teenager was currently raging his way up five levels and no elevator. Which floor Giotto lived on was pretty predictable, too.

The fifth floor, in the apartment farthest away from the the stair case.

So, by the time both Tsuna and Mukuro reached that fifth floor, Mukuro was laying on the top of the staircase, heaving for air. Tsunayoshi, however, was still stomping along the hall. Mukuro watched as the brunet stopped about a yard away from Giotto's door and in front of the window to the brunet's boyfriend's apartment.

After finally getting enough of breath, Mukuro pushed himself off of the cement ground. He started walking towards the apartment. When he was about 2 feet away from Tsuna, the brunet turned around and rush passed Mukuro, pushing him in the process.

And, Mukuro didn't miss the tears that were shedding from Tsuna's eyes.

The navy haired man walked up to the window, his cheeks flushing as he turned to the window.

Giotto Ieyasu was a dead man, for sure.

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Iemitsu Sawada knew he wasn't the best father in the world. He probably wasn't a good father at all, judging from the indifference and resentment he found in his own son.

He really knew that.

He's known it since the first time he was called off to work since Tsuna's birth, which just happened to be two weeks after Nana was released from the hospital. Iemitsu was gone for three years. When he got back, his own son didn't even recognise who Iesmitsu was to him.

Boy, did that hurt.

Soon, Tsunayoshi did recognise him...but as the man who could barely spend a week with his family. With all the resentment Tsuna held, Iemitsu just felt more and more guilty.

However, when Tsuna came home from seeing Giotto and he was in tears, Iemitsu knew it was that time to act like a father.

Giving Nana a kiss, Iemitsu set off on his mission.

The mission in question being to personally skin that dead-beat-ass-hole-who-knocked-up-his-son alive.

...And, maybe give him a good scolding.

Even if Iemitsu hated the younger blond, Giotto was the father of Iemitsu's grandchildren and Iemitsu didn't want Giotto making the same mistakes, causing the unborn children to hate their father the same way Tsuna hated him.

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At eight O' nine in the evening, Tsuna's father stood in front of that apartment and banged his fist on the wooden door as hard as he could. After three rounds of pounding on the door, Iemitsu heard locks being unlocked and saw a dishevelled blonde head peeking out of the crack of the door.

"What the hell are you doing banging on my door?" Giotto gritted out, angrily.

Iemitsu frowned but a little pleased that the younger blond was mad. Pushing the door open forcefully, the older blond walked into Giotto's home. "You know, if I knew you were such an ass-hole, I'd never let Tsunayoshi date you in the first place," he started, looking over at Giotto.

"What?"

Iesmitsu glared, continuing to speak, "You know why. I just want to know what you did to my son!"

Giotto flinched but gave him a hesitant smile. "Besides the obvious, sir?"

Iemitsu nodded.

"Nothing, sir."

The older blonde let out a spiteful laugh. "Then, why did he come crying after visiting you?"

Giotto's eyes widened as he froze in his place. Worry began to paint his features. "When..." the younger blonde began, "W-when did he come over?"

"About two hours ago."

Iemitsu watched as a blush bloomed on tan cheeks. "T-t-two hours a-ago? I-I...Tsuna...I did...I d-didn't see Tsunayoshi, two hours ago," Giotto stuttered as he began to pace across his carpet. "He came to see me?"

The question wasn't addressed to anyone in particular, but it worried Iemitsu a bit.

Iemitsu was even more curious when shocked realisation crossed the younger blond's face. Giotto mumbled "shit" before pushing passed Iemistu, and practically running into his room. Sighing, Iemitsu followed him. He was about enter the room, when he saw a flash of red.

"What do you mean he saw us?" an unknown red head sneered from Giotto's bed.

Giotto answered him with an exasperated groan. "I mean, Tsunayoshi saw us having...you know..." he said, the words dying as he spoke. The blush soon returned to his cheeks.

"Having sex?" the redhead replied?

"Yeah, that."

It was that moment that Iemitsu Sawada saw red.

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Author's Note: Wow, it's been over a year since I updated this. I'm so sorry, if anyone actually missed. This story took a turn that I couldn't figure out how to fix and the fact that my writing was horrible and I had this horrid case of writer's block.

So, if I can get enough inspiration, the next chapter should be out relatively soon.

Sorry, once again!