Do NOT talk to me, or my son, or my son's son, or my son's son's son, or my son's son's son's son, or my son's son's son's son's son ever again. Especially NOT to my son's son's son's son's son.
Tsuna, Xanxus as Fathers and Chrome as a mother pls? about how they will act around their kids and stuff? Thanks, you guys rock!
~Whew! That was HARD! I hope this is okay, Anon!~
It’s been rumored― but never before proven― that Vongola knew their blood on sight. And as far as
Tsuna was concerned he had no interests in confirming the theory. Secretly he
had always viewed the Vongola blood in his veins as nothing but a curse and the
thought of producing progeny to make sure that blood will live on was something
he had viewed with contempt. A necessary evil that was expected of him and a
part of the mantle he had taken on as Don.
He slept with whoever he wanted whenever he wanted and no one called him out on it. Not his
Guardians, not his parents and certainly not the people he bedded. Every single
one of them knew the score and every single one was expected to deal with it or
So when he busted that disgusting pedophile ring that dared
operate on his territory and found
your four year old self on sale he was shocked at the violent, uncontrollable desire to protect, shelter, blood, mine, mine, mine!
playing on constant replay in his very soul.
Some of his men gave him curious looks when he swooped down and held you in his
arms, his burning golden eyes glaring death at anyone who came near, treating
everyone as a potential danger to your safety.
He would not let go of you even
after he returned to the mansion and wouldn’t even allow the servants to touch
you. Tsuna personally bathed you, and clothed you and fed you, his attention
blind to the world around you both. He was acting like a man obsessed and he
didn’t even care. Even Natsu was curled up around you, a carpet of devastating menace to anyone who might seek to take you away from its master. It had worried his
Guardians so much that they called Reborn. Seeing the situation, the hitman
immediately called for a paternity test. The test confirmed the hitman’s
You are Sawada Tsunayoshi’s heir.
His Guardians had tried to find the woman who had
neglected their Decimo’s heir only to find out it was not necessary. She indeed
was literally dead. Apparently she had went through the pregnancy hoping to use
you and force her new lover to marry her by saying you were that man’s child but she ended up getting killed by that lover. He was not very keen on fathering a child outside his own marriage. The man then banished the child to an orphanage barely even fit to raise
pigs. It was probably a good thing that your mother was dead. Had she still
been alive Tsuna would have probably crushed her neck himself.
He wrapped you up in his arms making silent promises that
you will only have the best this life had to offer. He will love you with all
his heart. He will make you strong enough to make your own choices.
Shockingly enough he raised you outside the Mafia while teaching you how to defend yourself and how to master your Flame. He wanted you to keep an open mind because Tsuna had seen how closed minded people who grew up and have been spoiled within the confines of Family could be.
He wanted you away from the lies, away from the betrayal and he had wanted you all to himself for a little while. He made sure to switch with his Guardians when he absolutely had to leave on Famiglia business.
He made you understand that he sought to be the best he could for you and that he will always be by your side. Even when you entered Mafia Academy during your high school that promise
did not change.
And you will always love that about him.
Xanxus walked around the corner of one of the Varia’s
favorite training areas and watched you try to cheat your way out of Squalo’s
training drill. It wasn’t like he can really fault you, though; you were trying your best. Add that to the
fact that you were barely six and the mistake was totally excusable.
He watched as you lifted your weapon one more time and make
another attempt at destroying your target and Xanxus could immediately see that
you were doing it purely out of frustration now. Clearly you inherited his temper.
Before you could get yourself killed he made his presence
known and walked up to you. Seeing him there you went still and winced right up
until Xanxus smacked you on the back of the head with the palm of his hand.
Normally an ordinary kid would have been thrown right across the courtyard but
it was a testament to your genes― the fact that you were his― that you stayed firm on your feet. It made Xanxus nod, pleased; before demanding what the fuck it was did you think you were doing. He then
learns the anger was coming from the fact that you haven’t been able to light
your Dying Will Flames yet.
Xanxus scowled at the frustration and underlying fear in
your admission. Squalo had been saying something about the kid wanting to be
Varia Quality as soon as possible. You didn’t want Belphegor to beat him. The
Varia Boss made a mental roll of his eyes at Bel and his love of baiting his
He then asks you if you really were serious about lighting
up your Dying Will Flames so soon and you reply you did with a stubborn pout
on your face that reminded Xanxus of your mother. He then gives you another
cuff to the head before dragging you off up a waterfall by the scruff of your jacket’s collar. Before you could ask
what he thought he was doing, you were thrown over the falling body of water.
You shouted for him but he merely stared right back down at you, watching your
descent to death.
Realizing you were about to die you felt despair and
regretted violently that you have failed to make your father proud.
It was then that your vision was enveloped in dense, orange
Sky Flames and you felt as though there was nothing else that you could
possibly lose. You turn your body in a graceful somersault until you land
safely on the ground. As the Flames faded from your person you stare at your hands
in awe and looked up in surprise as you felt a rough lick on your cheek. You
look up only to see Bester right beside you, the box animal nuzzling you
gruffly before running up the waterfall back towards Xanxus.
Smiling you realize he released Bester and made him wait on
the ground to catch you if you failed in the task of activating your Flame before
reaching the ground.
You look up just in time to see your father’s Varia coat leaving the
edge of the waterfall and you stand up gratefully, sporting a grin that would have made Uncle Squalo proud.
Xanxus never did like hearing thanks from anyone; not even
his own child. But that was the reason you wanted to be stronger faster, right?
So you can be a child he’d be proud of?
Chrome need only take one look at you to know that something
was wrong. She could sense it through the bonds you shared with each other both
mentally and emotionally. Right now she could sense the confusion and the hurt
in you and it was a measure of her respect for you as another human being that
she barely resisted invading your mind and taking out what was hurting her
Despite all this you act as though everything was fine. Chrome
gave you a fond, gentle smile knowing you were acting normally for her benefit.
Sometimes she wondered what she did to deserve such a wonderful child.
Chrome was not expecting to ever get pregnant. She had
thought that the damage to her organs back when she was a child was the end of all
her hopes of ever conceiving and producing her own progeny. So she was surprised and shocked when she was
told of her pregnancy. She was treated by everyone in the Famiglia like a glass
doll for the whole eight months she conceived you.
The moment you were placed in her arms at the hospital she
couldn’t stop her tears from falling as she held you to her. It was the happiest
day of her life. Loving you was easy for her as she has always been a loving
You were raised in freedom and with the assurance of a loved
child. You were never given cause to doubt the affection your family and Family
had for you. Yet you did your mother proud that you never took advantage of
that love. You have a tendency of harboring all your problems to the last
minute, hesitant to ask for help in fear of being a burden to your important people.
At first it made Chrome worried and wonder if she did anything to
earn your distrust. Although she had grown out of her shyness for the most part
her fear of not being a good parent― of turning into her mother― consumed her sometimes. She would give anything for you not
to hate her. She would die if you
told her you hated her. But she understood that she needed to trust you too. To have faith in your love.
When you excused yourself to go to school and kissed her goodbye Chrome did what any normal, self-respecting, law abiding parent would
Sent Mukurou after you, enveloping the Mist owl with Flames to make it
invisible to your yet partly trained, yet already skillful sixteen year old eyes. It was through
this method that Chrome discovered what was bothering you.
Chrome had been concerned about you not being able to make
real friends at a Mafia Academy so she had you enrolled at an ordinary public
school from kindergarten to middle school. The moment you stepped on Mafia
Academy for high school, though, things started taking a vicious turn.
Everyone had been calling you an abomination. Someone who
should not have been born of this world since your mother was no longer human.
Everyone had known about the mythos behind the Vongola Decimo’s female Mist
Guardian at this point. It was part of her infamy now that she was known for
sustaining her own life with organs made of illusions. So people around you keep
on thinking that perhaps you were no real person at all. That you were just an illusion;
a homunculus borne out of Chrome Dokuro’s Flames in her desire for a child.
It made you sadly question your own humanity. It also
bothered you that they were insulting your beloved mother.
That night Chrome waited for you in her study. It has been
tradition for you to tell her goodnight before you went to sleep whenever she
was in the house and not out on duty for the Famiglia. That night she hugged you close in a loving embrace and asked
you if you loved her.
Of course you tell her yes.
Chrome then looks you deep in the eyes and holds a warm hand
to your chest and tells you in no uncertain terms that as long as you feel love
in your heart― the kind of love that made you want to do everything you can to
make the people you love happy― then that made you human.
That night, as you lie in your bed you shed tears of relief
before sleep claimed you, a raging clarity calming your troubled mind.
Your mother was no monster. She was proof of your humanity.
Why oh why does everyone in the KHR fandom seem to think that Mukoro is Tsuna’s Mist Guardian? I mean, the guy repeatedly says he is not affiliated with the mafia. He makes a point to say it every time he turns up. He’s only there because he can’t let his precious Chrome get hurt. Chrome. You remember her? The actual Vongola 10th Generation Mist Guardian? She is the one who is introduced as Mist Guardian. She’s the one who calls Tsuna “Boss”. She’s the one who keeps the Mist Ring. She also gets way more character development than Mukuro. Yes, I’ll agree Mukuro is more than a bit affiliated with the Vongola, if only because his…(little sister? soul mate? body he likes to posses?) Chrome is a Guardian and therefore he’s in it by association. But he has never been asked to become a Guardian and he has never agreed to be, therefore he is not a Guardian. He doesn’t act like one either. He, again, only ever turns up when it’s a) convenient for him or b) Chrome is in trouble. I love Mukuro as much as the next person but it’s “The Vongola 10th Gen plus Mukuro” not “The Vongola 10th Gen plus Chrome”.
Reborn had seen young Tsunayoshi’s records – he’d
gotten it from the CEDEF when the Ninth had ordered him to accompany Croquant
to Japan. It hadn’t been
anything impressive – not even from a son of Iemitsu, who granted wasn’t always
the fastest bullet in the clip.