A/N: I took a long writing hiatus didn't I? *dodges various spoiled produce* I was so busy trying to brainstorm and outline story ideas that I forgot to actually write. It would have been so simple to make Iemitsu a clueless moron, why did I have to make him a decent human being?

Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! nor Doctor Who. Otherwise Classic Doctor Who wouldn't have "lost episodes" due to BBC recording over them.

Crippled Sky

On a small playground a young boy with spiky brown hair was playing on the swings with his mother. He was wearing his favorite overalls with a lion cub patch, giggling as his mother pushed him higher.

His father was on his cellphone, his brows furrowed. The man's instincts were telling him that something was watching his small family but the only people he saw were children and their parents. "Nono, are you certain that I need to return right away? I just got here two days ago!" Iemitsu exclaims.

His shoulders slumped at the negative reply, he supposed it couldn't be helped. Famiglia had to come first, he'd known this from the very beginning. If not then it could be considered treason and his small family would be hunted down alongside him. "I'll be sure to tell them. I'll be on the next plane to Italy. Arrivederci."

Iemitsu closed the flip phone and watched Tsuna and Nana. He'd do everything humanly possible to keep his innocent family away from the criminal underworld. His young son had a striking resemblance to the founder of Vongola, so he couldn't allow the other famiglias to know of his existence. They were pure and a part of him hated himself for touching them with blood soaked hands.

Shoe soles scuffed against the ground, Tsuna gave his father a worried look. "Papa sad?" Iemitsu gave him a large grin of reassurance, Tsuna frowned. "Something came up at work Tsuna-fishy. I'll be back home when everything is settled."

Tsuna dismounted from the swing and stumbled, Nana's grip on his arm keeping him from falling. "Can't the project be pushed back?" She asks quietly, her eyes pleading for him to stay. "Sorry darling, I'll be back as soon as I can."

A shadowed man in a black suit watched the small family, Tsunayoshi in particular. He couldn't afford to be soft with the boy, not with everything that was at stake. His timeline, like every mortals, was visible to the man and he latched onto it. Out of all the versions of Tsuna in all the multi-verse, this one too was meant for great things. The only difference being his potential wouldn't be limited to just the Earth.

Everything was slowly coming together, from certain renegade Time Lords escaping the Time Lock to Timoteo's paranoia of young Tsunayoshi stealing away his sons inheritance. The Guardians of Time for once were acting of one accord. Should anything deviate from the main timeline, there would be no guardians at all.

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One year, one whole year that Iemitsu was held up in Italy taking down a group of organ traffickers. Normally this sort of work would be left up to the police but they'd been useless and corrupt for as long as the CEDEF boss could remember. Unfortunately this sort of shady business often involved hefty bribes to corrupt officials to "misplace" the evidence. The family wasn't flame active so the Vindice were unlikely to intervene, even if some of their targets had been flame active children. There was also evidence that someone was pulling the strings behind this group that was a powerful Mist user.

Several CEDEF agents kicked open the door to an abandoned warehouse that was the most logical location of the famigilia's headquarters. Iemitsu felt immense satisfaction when his operatives gunned down the traffickers, several lucky victims saved by the quick intervention of Sun flame users. He watched their Storm cleaners use their flames to disintegrate the bodies. A year of chasing shadows and finally their hard work paid off.

Lal Mirch observing the scene with disgust. The concrete was stained with blood and other fluids belonging to those that they'd been too late to save. "It's messy boss, the kids made it personal didn't it?" The woman turned child looked to Iemitsu sympathetically, the man hated child abusers and disliked being away from his family for long periods of time.

Over the years, Vongola Nono had gotten more and more paranoid. It was time for the man to retire but he refused to give up the reins for his sons. Iemitsu Sawada was always his go-to man for investigations and didn't have much time to himself. "At least now it's finally over. You can take over from here." Lal Mirch nodded. "Make sure you buy your missus something romantic, no matter how much you want to be a lazy bum and pass out on the couch." Iemitsu's booming laughter echoed in the warehouse as he finally had time to relax.

There was a celebration at CEDEF headquarters, the operatives finally having a chance to relax. Several were already drunk, with one of the mischievous Mists spiking the punch bowl with liquor. In one of the far corners was a cork board, showing the progress of tracking down the organ traffickers. Iemitsu was reclined in a rolling office chair, occasionally yawning into his hand. He already made an order of flowers and chocolates to be delivered to his beloved Nana along with a plush lion for his son. He gave a tired grin, there were minimum casualties during the raid and his job was finally over.

Iemitsu only closed his eyes for what seemed to be mere seconds when the background noise of the party stopped. He opened his eyes to see Vongola Nono walking into the room along with his right hand man Coyote Nougat. His posture straightened, his eyes alert. "Nono, what a pleasant surprise. Hopefully this doesn't mean there's another investigation." Iemitsu says with a light chuckle, silently observing the old man's body language. Timoteo must've recently visited his sons, there was a bright gleam in his eyes that had all but disappeared in the past few years.

"Not at all Iemitsu. I know how much you're looking forward to seeing your family again." The old man comments, Iemitsu held back a full body shiver. As much as he loved his boss and distant relative, he was becoming more senile. His increased work load was only one of many signs. Timoteo hinted more than once that his family could move to Italy so he'd be around them more often. He didn't have much faith in Vongola security, bringing them to a foreign country unfamiliar to them would be a death sentence. Iemitsu shook off these dark thoughts and grinned.

"Of course, not even the finest of Italian cuisines can compare to my Nana's cooking." Iemitsu gushed, his subordinates sighed. For a man that worked for what was essentially an intelligence organization, he tended to brag about his civilian family far too often. There was nothing about their location but they all could name his son's favorite animal, a lion, and Nana's favorite flowers which were cherry blossoms. And don't get them started on the sappy poetry phase the man went through. Poor Basil thought the archaic style of Japanese that Iemitsu used in them was common in Japan.

"That's why I wanted to join you on your visit to your wonderful family. I'd like to meet these people that are so dear to you." Timoteo's tone may have been light, but the slight narrowing of his eyes told Iemitsu he didn't have a choice in the matter. "O-Of course! Nana dear loves guests!" Iemitsu declared with a hearty laugh. Inwardly he was praying that their visit would be uneventful. The sense of dread that Iemitsu felt, likely from his intuition, was not encouraging in the least.