Painted Blind - Chapter 17

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

Summary: Timoteo dies young and Iemitsu becomes Vongola Nono.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

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Chapter 17

‘’What uncivilized dolt called the Varia?!’’ Donna tears at her hair, pacing up and down Daniela’s office, wearing a hole in the carpet.

Seated on top of Daniela’s desk, Marcello twitches. ‘’…I wasn’t supposed to text Tyr?’’

Daniela sighs. ‘’Too late to do anything about it now. Let’s go stop him before this turns into an even bigger disaster than it already is. Xanxus’ case of hero worship worsening is our least worry here.’’

However Tyr might’ve gotten better over the years, Tyr’s not very child-friendly, which is, incidentally, why Xanxus is drawn to him. Tyr’s control-freak tendencies, not to mention his habit of injuring those who do not follow them, is not so great to have around with little children. The one saving grace of the entire situation, in all actuality, is that Xanxus’ hero worship does make him follow every order. He often takes Bel along, which is probably good since Bel’s attitude is going to be a one-way ticket to the local crazy assassin house once he grows up. Tyr, ever the mother-hen, is awfully fond of them.

Daniela knows what her Storm is thinking: Someone took his latest toy, and they’re going to pay.

‘’Xanxus, where are we going?’’ Levi would follow Xanxus anywhere, because Xanxus is so cool, and he’s older, and he lets Levi actually be part of his group. Which nobody has ever done before. But still- he’s out of breath, the bag filled with bricks weighs him down and he’s scared to death he’ll lose the others and have no idea where to go.

Xanxus snorts. ‘’To the whore house, stupid.’’

Dino pales, clutching his sides as he stares the ground. The shadows in the street grow lower. ‘’Mama will murder us if she finds out!’’

Bianchi scoffs. ‘’Why ever would we go to the brothel?’’

She taps her foot impatiently, throwing her hair back. Bianchi does that a lot, Levi knows. He’s pretty sure she thinks it makes her look older, but it’s just dumb. Like a milder version of Squalo when he’s fighting with his hairbrush at eight a.m. Levi shivers, despite the warmth of the sun on his skin. He’s got enough trauma from eight a.m. Squalo to last him a lifetime. Regardless of being Levi’s junior, Squalo is more than terrifying enough to scare Levi into hiding underneath his bed.

Xanxus groans. ‘’To find my family, trash! Keep up!’’

She raises an eyebrow. ‘’…Because your family lives in a brothel?’’

Xanxus shrugs, uncaring. ‘’Used to. My biological mother was a whore before she went insane and we moved to the slums. Mama paid her off to get me away from her, so she definitely didn’t stay there. If there’s anyone who knows a thing about my dad beside her, though, it would be the girls in the back.’’

Squalo raises his branch in the air. ‘’Good! What street?’’

‘’I have no idea.’’

Their jaws drop. ‘’WHAT?!’’

‘’We’re going on an adventure, trash! That includes going to all the brothels in Palermo to ask!’’

Bianchi sniffs. ‘’Who, you? You’ve got no manners!’’

‘’Neither do you!’’ Xanxus snarls, kicking a stray can her way.

Bianchi smirks. ‘’Of course, I don’t. I’m the worst mannered brat here. After Bel, of course. The stabby baby is kinda hard to top in horrible manners.’’

Xanxus face turns red from anger, chest pushed out as he jabs a finger towards her, rising to the challenge. ‘’I’m the second worst mannered brat around here!’’

‘’Are not!’’

‘’Am too!’’

‘’Are not times thousand!’’

Xanxus screeches."You have fucking table manners!"  "You do too!"  "OUR FUCKING THREE-YEAR-OLD HAS TABLE MANNERS BECAUSE MY MAMA IS FUCKING TERRIFYING!"

Lussuria gasps as Bel bites his arm and squirms out of his hold. ‘’THE PRINCE IS FOUR!’’

And with that, and a lot of knives, the argument is ended.

A little behind them, Dino walks on, watching the shadows beside the sunlit street uneasily.

Painted Blind - Chapter 16

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

Summary: Timoteo dies young and Iemitsu becomes Vongola Nono.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

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Chapter 16

On her way to the meeting, Daniela’s phone goes off. Nana’s with her- on her way to help Marcello with the children. Child assassins are definitely a big security risk within the mafia, but Daniela’s currently not very concerned about that- not many know that the pregnant woman within the main family is Iemitsu’s ex-girlfriend, after all.

Not with how she and Lal are to be found together at nearly all hours, that is.

She really doesn’t have the time to take a phone call now, she’s far too late for the meeting already, but late is late, and this is her emergency number. She picks up.

‘’The children? Gone?’’ Daniela pales, watching Nana’s eyes widen besides her, the younger woman putting a hand on her arm with a concerned look on her face.

‘’…Blood or not? Wouldn’t Xanxus like to know that?’’

It echoes within Daniela’s head like her mind is a hollow cave. She cut her lesson with Nana short earlier, both left in awkward silence after that question. It was stupid, how she’d never looked at it from that angle before. Isn’t that awful?

It feels like yesterday that Xanxus was six- too young to understand things of this magnitude. God, back then she’d thought she spoke the truth when she told him they weren’t related. But as the years got on, her son began to look more and more like Ricardo di Vongola, and…

Well, Daniela wasn’t called Neo Secondo for nothing. The resemblance was certainly there. She was certain he wasn’t her son, if not because she didn’t remember giving birth to him, then because she had been too old to do so when he’d been born. But- she thought she had an idea of whose son he might be.

She hadn’t told him. She had done the one thing she swore she would never. Forgotten her children’s needs in the desire to keep her own world nice and tidy- not revisited by her recurring nightmares.

Parents make mistakes, she has known this all her life, but. What if?

No, she couldn’t think like that. What ifs only hurt.

‘’Would it have been better if I had been blind to your gender?’’

The question comes on Fabio’s deathbed.

Sweet and sour twist together in Daniela’s mouth, lemon and sugar torturing her tongue. ‘’Does it matter?’’

Her father lifts his head, coughs wracking his body, and says: ‘’But, what if?’’

It echoes through the room.

What if her father had seen her earlier?

What if Daniela had not had to break her own chains?

What if this society was not so damn misogynic?

But that is not what he asked.

What if I had been blind to your gender?

‘’Father, you would have denied me still.’’

He squeezes her hand and exhales, laying his head back down. ‘’Then I have failed you worse than I thought.’’

Daniela watches her father as he cries because she needs to see this. She has never once averted her eyes and has forgotten what it is like to protect herself from a world of hurt. There’s a lump in her throat and she’s closing off, tunnel vision narrowing down on her father.

Cry her a river, but every drop will be just as salty as the one before. But dio, it aches.

Xanxus wants to know. Xanxus needs to know. And Daniela? …She’ll try not to fail him, at least. That’s all a parent can do.

But first, she needs to find him.

Author’s Note

(Outshine) The Sun, my day one entry for YOI mythology week is up!

Painted Blind - Chapter 15

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

Summary: Timoteo dies young and Iemitsu becomes Vongola Nono.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

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Chapter 15

‘’HOLD IT, VONGOLA!’’

The sun is shining, the birds are tweeting, Xanxus just made his escape from the household, and now this. They’re not even at the end of the street yet, and the first obstacle to his mission appears. Squalo’s pretty sure that if Xanxus didn’t want to know his heritage so badly, he’d have turned back to the house and his chicken legs a long time ago.

Sighing, Xanxus turns around to face- at his side, Dino squeaks. ‘’Bianchi!’’

Stalking towards them like an apex predator is a small ten-year-old girl with pink hair. His fellow runaways crowd around Xanxus as if to protect him. Or, in Dino’s case, to try and escape Bianchi’s gaze by hiding behind him. You would think she had laser vision, with how eager Dino was to get away. Squalo thought he’d raised him better, but then again. Dino’s kind of the family disappointment and he and Squalo aren’t even related by blood.

…Disappointment is maybe a bit harsh. Let’s call him the puppy (Squalo refuses to call Dino a foal on principle).

Standing in front of Xanxus, Squalo brandishes a stick as if it’s a sword. If swords were used in wild west duels, that is, and it was one group of cowboys versus a single girl. ‘’You were in the kitchen!’’

‘’I snuck out!’’

‘’But, Marcello-‘’

Bianchi cuts him off. ‘’Was perfectly distracted by the other kids!’’ She turns to Xanxus, ‘’Face it, poophead, there’s no way you’re taking pipsqueak Dino on an adventure when you’re leaving me behind! Besides, I heard you mention Ottavo!’’

‘’Leave my mom out of this! She lied to me about my heritage! You of all people should know how important blood is in the mafia!’’

…Ouch. Squalo winces. Mentioning the bastard? Low blow.

Bianchi’s eyes narrow. ‘’Watch what you eat from now on, Vongola. Besides, Ottavo would never do something like that!’’

Xanxus balls his fist, leaning in until they’re nose to nose. ‘’Well, she did!’’

‘’Prove it!’’

‘’That’s what we’re here for!’’ Squalo snarls, throwing his hands up in the air.

Bianchi crosses her arms. ‘’Then I better come along, isn’t it?’’

Xanxus wrinkles his nose, tosses his feathers over his shoulders and turns around. Bianchi sticks out her tongue at his back and sneers at Dino as he quickly hurries after Xanxus. Squalo doesn’t even try to protest anymore. He just grits his teeth and walks after them.

Lussuria shrugs. ‘’I guess that’s a welcome to the club, darling!’’

‘’It better be!’’ Bianchi huffs, totally ignoring Levi’s attempts to glare her away, walking straight past him.

Levi’s not happy with that. ‘’You’re a girl, you carry Bel!’’

Lussuria gasps. ‘’But I wanted to carry Bel!’’

‘’Just keep the cockroach away from me!’’ Bianchi yells over her shoulder, ‘’I’m poking Dino already!’’

It’s been awfully quiet in the courtyard for the last twenty minutes. Marcello frowns, and peers through the window.

The children are nowhere to be seen, the gate is open, and Marcello is certain nobody went into the house- the door creaks too loudly, it wouldn’t go unheard.

Besides, the gate is never open. Especially not during Vongola Alliance meetings.

With his heart pounding in his ears, Marcello grabs the phone on the counter. ‘’Daniela, the children are gone!’’

Painted Blind - Chapter 14

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

Summary: Timoteo dies young and Iemitsu becomes Vongola Nono.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

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Chapter 14

Vongola Alliance meetings had two very important functions: First, to deal with any and all things concerning the alliance itself. Second, to let the next generation familiarize themselves with each other. There was a reason the alliance had lasted two hundred years already, and it certainly wasn’t because the families all liked each other so much.

It was teaching them young to keep it together.

Which was, incidentally, Marcello’s first an foremost job. Next to cooking, that was. Unlike Donna, who ran everything organizational, or Tullio, who guarded Daniela so well there had been rumors of them being lovers despite his flaming homosexuality, Marcello’s domain was the kitchen.

Filling it with children once a month? Certainly no hardship. He couldn’t help but smile at the table, where the children were playing games of all kinds.

Except for Bianchi, who is marching towards him with a deep frown. ‘’Marcello, where’s my victim?’’

Marcello peers at her over his reading glasses. ‘’I thought we agreed Dino was your playmate, Principessa?’’

‘’Fine! Natural selection will do its job anyway! Time will tell if he survives!’’

‘’Ah, yes, Squalo told me your class has been having lessons on the animal kingdom lately… He was excited about the sharks.’’

Bianchi wrinkles her nose. ‘’Not nearly as awesome as snakes, but I’ll accept it. Anything but horses.’’

Marcello sighs. ‘’I see I’ll be making no headway with you today. The troublemakers are in the courtyard- keeping them cooped up when they don’t want to lead to… less than diplomatic solutions. I think you’ll like Bel.’’

Bianchi grins and runs off into the long hallways of the mansion. ‘’I’ll see that for myself, thanks!’’

‘’Is he distracted?’’ Xanxus mutters, bouncing the ball up and down on the round stones that tiled the ground of the patio. The sound irritates Squalo’s ears, but he’s too distracted with balancing Dino on top of his shoulders to say anything about it. Preventing his Sasuke Uchiha hairdo from flattening in the process was quite the ordeal.

Finally getting him to stand straight, Dino squeaks as he is lifted up properly in front of the kitchen window. ‘’Can you see anything up there?’’

‘’Marcello’s talking to Bianchi- I think she’s going outside too!’’ Dino’s voice quivers, ‘’Bianchi always tattles when it benefits her.’’

Dino is Squalo’s friend, but god if he isn’t a baby from time to time. Bianchi is a challenge. Just not a very fun one, and Squalo’s not just saying that because he never wins. She’s just flat out mean.

‘’Fuck!’’ Xanxus rakes a hand through his hair. ‘’We need to get a move on!’’

Lussuria waves at him, stuffing more maps into his bag. ‘’I’ve got sleeping bags, maps, crayons, bricks, the lipstick Oregano keeps claiming she doesn’t own and Iemitsu’s My Little Pony lighter. The only thing we’re missing is Bel.’’

Levi baulks. ''We're can't take Bel! He's a baby!''

''A stabby baby,'' mutters Squalo under his breath.

Xanxus huffs. ‘’You trash just don’t know how to run away, isn’t it?!’’

Dino looks down at his hands guiltily. Which is dumb, because Squalo has run away with Dino before. Dino is definitely not a first timer, even if he keeps getting caught. Which was totally not because Squalo called his mom when he realized he’d forgotten his hairbrush (and even if it had been, Squalo had priorities, and his hair certainly came before Dino. Squalo was ten. He was allowed to call his mom if he needed something, Dino).  

‘’We don’t have fucking time for this!’’ Throwing his hands up in the air, Xanxus grabs Dino’s wrist and drags him towards the gate. ‘’They’ll be onto us before long, we need to be gone already!’’

‘’Wait for us!’’ Dumping the huge bag onto Levi, Lussuria grabs Bel of the bench- which is suspiciously covered in crude carving- and runs after them.

Are they leaving him behind with Levi? Squalo screeches in outrage. ‘’I’ll get you, Xanxus!’’ and races after them.

Somewhere behind, Levi calls out. ‘’Why are there bricks in here anyway?!’’

From the shadows, two pairs of eyes watched them slip away.

Painted Blind - Chapter 13

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

Summary: Timoteo dies young and Iemitsu becomes Vongola Nono.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

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Chapter 13

‘’Ah, don di Falco! Took your eldest with you, eh?’’ Marcello bends over to greet the little girl.

Di Falco nods. The ten-year-old thing at his side steps forward, sure of herself like nothing else. ‘’Of course he took me! It’s not like he would take Hayato!’’

Her father makes a pained noise. ‘’Bianchi, your brother’s name is Luciano!’’

Bianchi wrinkles her nose at him. ‘’He says his name is Hayato! I don’t go around calling Dino Gabriella, do I?’’

Her father’s face turns red. Seeing it for the lost cause it is, he turns to Marcello. ‘’Please, just take her to the kitchen!’’

‘’Please do!’’ Bianchi beams, her eyes dangerously narrowed. ‘’And when it’s time for snacks, please let me help prepare papa’s!’’

Marcello laughs. ‘’We’ll see, Principessa, we’ll see!’’

They walk away, leaving her pale father behind at the Vongola entrance hall.

‘’Thanks for playing along.’’ Bianchi grins up at him, a tooth missing in the middle. ‘’He’s going to sweat the entire meeting long!’’

‘’It’s his own fault, isn’t it?’’

Bianchi nods. ‘’Can you teach me how to make something without poisoning it today? Mama’s been teaching me how to do more dangerous things and I like that, but I want to make cookies for Hayato.’’

Marcello shakes his head. ‘’I’m sorry, but the other Vongola alliance children will be residing in the kitchen today as well, so I don’t think we’ll have the time.’’

Bianchi brightens. ‘’Is Dino there?’’

‘’Hmm.’’

Her eyes light up with hellish glee. ‘’This is gonna be fun.’’

‘’Xanxus?’’ Donna’s voice echoes through the marble corridor.

Looking up from the coats he was helping the maids put up neatly, Xanxus sighs. ‘’Yes, zia?’’

‘’Oh, there you are!’’ Tucking a dark curl behind her ear, Donna smiles. The bags underneath her eyes and her frazzled appearance don’t fool him. Vongola alliance meetings always stress her out, especially because they were often hosted right here, at home. ‘’Would you mind getting your mother? I think she’s still in the yellow salon. I hate to interrupt Nana’s lessons, but the first guests are arriving and we need her at the site.’’

And if Xanxus’ clicks his heels and salutes just to make his zia laugh, then nobody has to know.

‘’Blood, in fact, is a very important factor in the mafia. Especially within our own family. The Vongola cannot be inherited by someone who does not possess the blood.’’

Nana cocks her head, hand trailing over the saffron leather of her seat. The yellow salon is yellow indeed. Blood… ‘’I think I heard the kids talk about that before.’’

Daniela frowns and looks up from the whiteboard, the sun reflecting on her reading glasses. ‘’The children?’’

Nana nods. ‘’Something about Xanxus, I think. Didn’t surprise me, really. I was quite shocked when I found out Xanxus was adopted! He looks so much like you!’’ An expression Nana can’t quite read flickers over Daniela’s face before it shutters- as if she slammed the door shut. ''He's one of my sons now. Blood or not, that doesn't change. There is a Vongola heir already, and if Xanxus does have Vongolean blood, it would only make a target out of him.’’

What?

This… This is not the answer Nana expected. Not the answer at all. The things it implies… Laying a hand on her stomach, she feels the baby kick. ‘’…Blood or not? Wouldn’t Xanxus like to know that?’’

Outside the salon, a twelve-year-old boy with feathers in his hair stares at the door with eyes wider than teacups. He takes a step back.

His mother has lied to him.

Author’s Note 

‘’ I don’t go around calling Dino Gabriella, do I?’’ is a reference to the ‘’Flames and Pheromones’’ series by Hayato (FoxofPerdition) or their Tumblr name: @thenightisdarkandfullofbooty . Yes, we’re talking trans!Dino! *beams*

Painted Blind - Chapter 12

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

Summary: Timoteo dies young and Iemitsu becomes Vongola Nono.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

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Chapter 12

Language has never been Nana's forte. Equations flower where words do not, but when immersed in Italy, even she cannot help but pick some Italian up. Still, staring at her homework, this doesn’t help much.

‘’Xanxus?’’

The boy across the kitchen table chomps down on another chicken leg, but looks her straight in the eye. Angry-twelve-year-old speak for ‘’Go on,’’ then. She taps on the page before her.

‘’What does this word mean?’’

He grabs her book, flips it around, quickly scanning the text while swallowing his food down. ‘’Parameter. You keep forgetting that one.’’

‘’I know, but thank you!’’

He scoffs. ‘’Nothing to be thankful for.’’ He grabs the plate and stalks towards the door, before changing his mind and quickly washing his face. God-fearing he is not, but Daniela’s judging eyebrow works wonders even when it is not present.

He doesn’t say goodbye when he goes, but there are no grease stains on her precious schoolbook despite him eating with his bare hands out of his mother’s sight. Nana smiles.

For someone who tries so hard to be intimidating, he’s really too sweet.

Nana lets her head fall onto her textbook. It isn’t working. It just isn’t. The Italian is too hard, and if it’s not working now then how will she be able to concentrate when the baby starts to kick? Honestly, the mathematics aren’t the problem- she does those just fine.

But the damn reading.

‘’Sometimes… Sometimes I think I should’ve stayed in Japan. Not married Iemitsu, but… Raised him somewhere people wouldn’t have known about our child?’’ Nana rips grass out of the ground beside her head. It’s cold, which is excellent for watching the night sky, but bad for her health. She shuffles over the blanket, closer to Lal.

The hill was the perfect place for star-gazing.

Lal turns her head, watching Nana instead of the sky.‘’The chances they would have found out were too high.’’

‘’I know. I couldn’t have done that to my child. But being here is daunting. And… The idea of marrying Iemitsu was so idyllic. It was what I wanted, for the longest time. Just not directly. But the thought of actually doing it also used to choke me up and… and… God, Lal, if I’d found out I was pregnant just a few weeks before, I would have stayed with Iemitsu, married him in a second, and never gone to college. I would… I would have willingly walked into that cage, and it would have drained me until I was nothing but a husk. Only the love for a child left, vague fondness of the idea of my absent husband.’’ Nana clenches her fists, her horror bleeding through. ‘’I would have chosen it. I would have done that myself, if I thought it the best for our child.’’ Lal looks at her, takes her hand, and says: "Nothing is worth your misery. Love, the least of all."  Nana cries. 

Afterwards, they go to the range to shoot all the feelings out. They pass Xanxus and Daniela on their way to the range, greeting them before starting.

Lal chuckles when she sees Nana’s face.

‘’Daniela and Xanxus bond over weapons. In fact, the first time he called her 'mama' was straight after he hit the target with his first gun." 

Nana laughs, eyes gliding over the targets out in the open field before them. ‘’Is that how you got into this? Protecting your family?’’

Lal takes aim and fires. A bird startles and rises from the trees behind the range. Bull’s eye. ‘’No, I just like guns.’’ Her eyes shine as she puts the weapon down.

Nana looks down at the gleaming steel. ‘’I’m beginning to see why.’’

Her smile is beatific when she takes the next shot.

Painted Blind - Chapter 11

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

Summary: Timoteo dies young and Iemitsu becomes Vongola Nono.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

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Chapter 11

Daniela di Vongola is nothing like what Nana expected, and exactly what she imagined simultaneously.

‘’I don’t know if anyone told you, but my sons are all adopted. That was not always the case. I was pregnant, just like you. Most people believe I took a page out of the Giglio Nero’s book.’’ She faces straight ahead. ‘’I didn’t do that. ‘’

It hangs in the air between them.

Who are the Giglio Nero? It doesn’t matter. Not right this moment, not while the air is charged with silent lightning, thunder absent and the smell of rain in the air. The sky is clearing its heart, so Nana may see the sun.

There is something about this woman, who simply barged into her apartment, but politely put her shoes aside and waited for an invitation to sit, despite Nana being absent during her entrance. She broke in but did not invade, expected Nana to know her, yet introduced herself as if she was a perfect stranger.

…One should associate dignified words with a grande dame like Daniela di Vongola, but plainly said, she was a piece of work.

A piece of work with similar experiences. Nana was all ears.

‘’I found out the son of a bitch I’d slept with came from a family that experimented on children. It was the only murder I ever committed out of personal reasons.’’

Nana startles, eyes wide, lips trembling. She should’ve known. She can feel Daniela’s eyes on her face, studying her, cataloguing her every reaction. The mafia kills. There’s no way around it. The mafia kills, the woman before her has killed, Iemitsu probably has too, and Nana knows Lal’s hands aren’t clean. She knows killers. She has kissed a killer, even if she didn’t know his hands were painted red.

It doesn’t make her love Iemitsu less. It doesn’t devalue Lal’s friendship. It does not change the fact that the woman in front of her is telling her about how her dead child came to be.

They have killed.

Nana can deal with that.

Her eyes darken as she steels herself, determination burning through as if she’s painted it on and she breathes: ‘’Teach me,’’ as if she’s heard the voice of the Lord Almighty himself.

Daniela nods, and the deal is sealed.

From mother to mother, from blood to blood, it echoes as she puts her hand on her stomach. This child will be Vongola Decimo, and he will be safe in his mother’s arms. Always.

Nana goes to Italy with them.

‘’Now, Lal told me you’re interested in mathematics. I think you’ll get on quite well with Renato, but do tell me some more!’’

The flight to Italy certainly isn’t boring. And if Iemitsu was halfway from the airport to Namimori when Nana boarded the plane…

‘’Oops,’’ didn’t quite cut it.

(It wasn’t like she minded. She was going to be carrying this child for nine months, Iemitsu could take two flights without whining).

‘’Iemitsu got his girlfriend pregnant?! I’ve got to buy baby clothes!’’

Aria groans. ‘’Just what we needed.’’

‘’I know, right! It’s totally not the season for little sweaters and I want to give the cutest baby sweater around!’’ Lussuria cried out.

‘’VOI! Shut it before Xanxus hears! This is complicated enough already- can you even imagine what Iemitsu having an heir means for us?!’’

Aria shrugs. ‘’I was thinking it would calm the situation, actually. It’s just that babies cry a lot.’’

Bel humps. ‘’It’s not like you would know! You’ve never been a baby! The Prince knows much better! We Royal Babies do not wail!’’

‘’Yes, yes, that’s because you’re Royal. Now, please put the knife away.’’

‘’But Royals make other people cry in order to make up for not crying as a baby!’’

‘’Please stop stabbing Levi, Bel. No chewing either, darling.’’

‘’Peasants don’t know how to have fun!’’

Levi whimpered.

Did I imply Reborn learned his spartan teacher ways by being Lal’s student in the last Painted Blind update?

Yes, I did. 

Painted Blind - Chapter 9

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

Summary: Timoteo dies young and Iemitsu becomes Vongola Nono.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

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Chapter 9

Nana never noticed how unpleasant bathroom lighting was before. Harsh, artificial, glaring down on the evidence in her hands.

It’s been three months since she broke up with Iemitsu and she had definitely not expected this when she went to the doctor this morning. Just a recurring stomach-ache- probably an allergy of some kind, she’d thought. But no.

Staring at the plus on the pregnancy test, Nana has a vision. She’ll marry Iemitsu and they’ll be ridiculously happy. They’ll have a child, a perfect child, and the child too she will love with all her heart. She’ll cook and she’ll laugh and she’ll stay at home, except staying at home is not for her, and the walls will close in on her until she’ll go mad.

He’ll give her a pitch-perfect, safe world, but it will be his perfect, not Nana’s. And Nana? She remembers the girl whose parents told her to get married. ‘’Oh, Nana-chan, don’t you know? You’ll never get anywhere in life, you’re a woman! You’re so pretty, you’re a catch! You’ll get married, be a per-fect Yamato Nadeshiko, and it will be wonderful!’’ The rolling r in perfect still haunts her.

She remembers the girl who raged. The girl whose fury at those words exploded, who ran out of the house, who took a job waitressing in order to escape that life. If her parents wouldn’t pay, she would herself, and that was that.

The girl who reached for all of her chances with two greedy hands and never let go without a fight.

Until Iemitsu walked through the door, that was, because Nana has always been enamoured just a bit too quickly, and it felt like fate. She loves him. Oh, she loves him. But she doesn’t love him more than she loves her own happiness.

Click

‘’Nana? What-‘’

‘’Please give me Iemitsu, Lal.’’

‘’Did that idiota forget his phone again?’’ She sighs, ‘’He’s got to be around here somewhere… Ah!’’

Several screams and a muffled voice. ‘’That should teach you not to run from paperwork again!’’

‘’Found him. Nana wants to talk to you.’’

‘’Nanaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I’m in agony! Save me from the big, bad La-ow!’’

‘’Listen to the lady and learn some manners!’’

‘’Alright, alright! No need to bring out the hammers! God, no wonder Renato’s such a sadist to that poor Cavallone boy!’’

‘’I’ll have you know I’m a very good teacher!’’

‘’Colonello doesn’t count! He had a baby crush on you!’’

‘’Phone, Iemitsu.’’

Nana’s eyes water, but she smiles through her tears. They’re so lively. So happy, even through the banter. A family.

She’s about to tear it apart.

‘’Ahem. Sorry ‘bout that, Nana. You were saying?’’

Nana inhales. Exhales. ‘’Iemitsu, I’m pregnant.’’

‘’WHAT?’’

Painted Blind - Chapter 8

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

Summary: Timoteo dies young and Iemitsu becomes Vongola Nono.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

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Chapter 8

It’s funny, how involved she suddenly gets with the Vongola- Iemitsu’s famiglia- after she broke up with him.

It’s not like he’s out of her life- they do share an apartment, after all. Newly bought, big and empty of the happiness she’d hoped to find here. Iemitsu is rarely there. He’s in Italy, taking care of his famiglia.

The sunlight streams through large windows, cheery curtains tied to the sides. There’s a view on the city, and the kitchen is a dream. There’s one bedroom and a closet, but that’s it.

The desolation is cathartic, in a way.

It gives her room to breathe, to learn to live with herself again. To buy milk bread in the corner shop, so early the newspaper hasn’t been dropped on the doormat yet. To call Lal and listen to her complaints of the latest trouble the youngest Vongola boy and his friends have gotten up to. Or Iemitsu’s latest attempt to evade paperwork, which is met with an even harsher punishment.

Sometimes someone laughs in the background. Probably Daniela, Iemitsu’s predecessor, or Aria, her granddaughter. Oregano will sigh, Turmeric chuckle, and how is it possible to be a thousand miles away, yet feel like you know these people?

Nana has no idea, but she’s in an empty apartment, and filled with the warmth of a family. It tugs at her, this urge to belong. Biting her lip, she rakes a hand through her hair. She made her choice. So why can’t she accept it?

College will start soon. She should concentrate on that. There will be lessons, there will be learning, there will be a brand-new horizon for her to explore. Her dream is in sight, and she should go for it. Is going for it. The school supplies in the closet speak for themselves.

Besides, she’ll never belong to the Vongola. No matter how much she wants to.

‘’VOI! NO KNIVES IN THE HOUSE!’’ Squalo grabs the knife out of the child’s hand. ‘’You’re not allowed to break my stuff, stupid baby!’’

‘’Shishishishi, that rule only counts for peasants!’’

Squalo sticks his tongue out. ‘’You tell that to Ottavo!’’

The baby storm pouts.

Lussuria pipes up. ‘’The exact rule is: ‘No knives in living body parts when-‘’

‘’Shut up, trash, before I do something you’ll regret.’’

With wide eyes, they stare at Xanxus. Quietly, Lussuria sighs, picks Bel up, and ushers Squalo out of the room while confiscating the four-year-old’s knives and avoiding his teeth.

The hall is occupied by a yawning teenager. ‘’Aria, dear. How was the mission?’’ He adjusts Bel on his hip.

She smiles. ‘’It went well. But the help afterwards… wasn’t appreciated.’’

The corners of Lussuria’s mouth turn down.  ‘’They began about his position again?’’

She shrugs. ‘’What did you expect? They’re all obsessed with the fact that Daniela di Vongola of all people took in a non-blood related Sky. It’s like declaring she doesn’t trust Iemitsu, and the fact that they’re unaware of his ancestry doesn’t help. He didn’t even yell at them this time, but that makes me more uneasy than before, to be honest.’’

Her stomach growls. ‘’…Let’s visit Marcello. We’ll take something back for Xanxus. That might cheer him up!’’

Bel cackles. ‘’Marcello has good knives for a peasant!’’

‘’Uhuh, and if you’re good, he might even let you touch them, darling.’’

Squalo’s grimaces. Aria bites her lip. She puts her hands into her pockets and gazes at the ceiling. ‘’Trash belongs in the kitchen.’’

Lussuria can’t hold it anymore and snickers. The others follow soon. Laughter echoes through the halls.

Painted Blind - Chapter 7

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

Summary: Timoteo dies young and Iemitsu becomes Vongola Nono.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

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Chapter 7

‘’I know white lies are a part of life, but it’s been two weeks and I…’’ Nana closes her eyes. ‘’It hurts. It hurts so much. I understand he couldn’t tell me when our relationship started. It all happened so fast! But…’’

Kami, what is she doing, telling a stranger this?

On the other end of the line, Lal snorts. ‘’This is a whole hell lot bigger than a white lie. Two years. I ought to slap him again.’’

Then again, maybe Lal’s honesty is just what she needs. As the blue-haired woman said herself, she’s a fellow expert on dealing with Iemitsu. It eases her heart a little, as she watches the sun rise. ‘’Thank you. For talking to me, I mean. And giving me your number.’’

Lal hums decisively in a way that reminds Nana of the sharp, short nods so particular to the woman’s body language.

There’s a beat.

‘’….If you do slap him, I know nothing.’’

Lal’s laughter is distorted by the receiver, but with her hands curling around her warm teacup, Nana can’t help but smile too.

‘’What… What does you being in the mafia mean?’’

Iemitsu stares down at his hands. At least he’s still here. He’s got a habit of running away from his problems if he can’t face them head on, and this is definitely one of those issues.

It must mean he loves her enough to do so, right?

…

Wrong question. This is not about Iemitsu loving her enough. This is about Nana loving him enough to hear him out in the first place. This is about Nana, tipping the scales, both of them waiting in anticipation and dread, bated breath, whether her sweet feelings will be heavier than the bitter ones. Measuring hearts.

They’re at an impasse now, standing right in the middle of a bridge hanging over a ravine. A rope bridge, holding on, but the cords unravelling. Nana needs her answers. To cut the cords, or to replace them. That’s the question.

It must mean she loves him enough to do so, right?

‘’To be in the mafia means to kill. To be ruthless. There’s crime, and it’s gritty and dark, but there’s also family, and a lot of love,’’ He closes his eyes. ‘’Will you hold that against me?’’

Nana shakes her head, folding her hands in her lap. ‘’I won’t. I can live with that. Or I can learn to live with that. But how does this fit into us?’’

His eyes fly open as he shoots off the couch. ‘’You can’t come to Italy!’’

Nana studies him.

‘’…It’s too dangerous.’’ His shoulders slump as he looks at her, desperation dancing deep and dark inside his eyes. But his grip is slipping. This is his decision. He won’t change his mind. He has made his bed and will lie in it.

The thougth of a cold and lonely house, of truth only cold and hard- to know only the hardships, but not share the warmth… Nana closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. ‘’That, Iemitsu, is the end of us.’’

You are not worth my ruination.

With one fell swoop, knife glinting in the sunlight when her arm hits the top of its arch, she cuts cords right through. The bridge falls out from under their feet, smashing against the cliffside, and they fall, fall, fall, hurtling towards the wild river beneath.

Even in the free fall, Nana knows she’ll survive, even though the river below is made of tears. She could have lived her life here, spending little, but treasured time with Iemitsu. But he said ‘’It’s too dangerous,’’ and she knew, in her bones, that that was how it was going to be. Nana cannot live with a person who does not let her stand beside them, even in the face of danger.

Not even for love.

Painted Blind - Chapter 6

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

Summary: Timoteo dies young and Iemitsu becomes Vongola Nono.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

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Chapter 6

Most people would have said: ‘’A word, Iemitsu,’’ and taken it outside.

Others would have gone: ‘’I’m sorry, but he has lied to you.’’

Lal Mirch, however, does not. She says: ‘’Iemitsu is the head of the largest mafia famiglia in all of Italy. Welcome to the family.’’

That’s it.

It rings in Nana’s ears, like her mind is an echo-filled cave. Normally her mindscape is a city- busy, and bustling, sun shining and the occasional dreary weather. Right now, it’s not. The shock has worn it down, obliterated that entire city in a matter of seconds. Down to the bare essentials. The sky has been wiped away, the ceiling of the cave revealed, the cobblestones underneath her feet have turned sharp and the trees of love have withered right in front of her eyes.

Nana knew Iemitsu had his secrets, but everybody had those. If his was slightly larger than normal, let him have it. He’d tell her in time. But this? This is a different cookie. This meant her life could have been in danger. This meant something for their future. It meant… It meant that Iemitsu could’ve been killed, and Nana would have remained behind, still unknowing.

Nana met her only once before, and it’s barely been four hours since their second introduction, but already, Lal Mirch is the most honest person Nana knows.

It’s powerful, it’s harsh, and there is no pity in her whirlpool eyes. Goddamn, Nana is grateful for that.

Honesty, truth, is a type of respect. Her foundation may be swept out from underneath her feet, but at least there’s someone left who respects her enough to speak the truth. Kneeling in the rubble of her world, coloured by the dust of the buildings long torn down, Nana knows.

Iemitsu lied to her.

Most people would have screeched at him and eventually tried to talk.

Others would’ve denied it.

Nana, however, does not. She says: ‘’Get out.’’