So I wasn't in the mood to update any of my fics and saw this challenge by Sorugao-BandGeek called 'What do the names mean?' Which was all about going onto this quiz that gave you a word for each letter of their name! And, since it seemed like so much fun, this was created as a result. So I mean to continue this and use side characters instead of main characters as the focus to be different I guess :) Somehow I ended up with pretty good words for Nana so she can go first! This may have had a bit OCCness since I'm not very good at writing Nana...

N is for Neglected

"There! All done!" Nana beamed proudly down at her basket finished laundry, wiping non-existent sweat from her brow as she did so. "Now all I have to do is put it all away!" She hummed happily as she hauled the great load into her arms and bounded up the stairs of her house.

Pushing open her bedroom door with her elbows, she navigated round the bed with practiced ease and placed the laundry basket down, still humming as she opened up her closet and began to hang the clothes up inside in her own precise order. Once finished, she closed the doors, lifted the laundry up again and began to walk out, meaning to now put her own son's clothing away.

But, as she ambled away, the edge of the basket suddenly clipped something on its side causing it to fall and smash, Nana so startled that she dropped what she was carrying. "Oh goodness!" She breathed, placing a hand to her heart as she cast her eyes over the mess she had made, clothes strewn across the floor and basket overturned. "Now look at what I've done!" The woman sighed, kneeling down as she began to fold everything neatly back into the basket, muttering about how she really should have been more careful.

"There. All finished, again." Nana smiled before blinking. "Hmm, now what is this...?" Covering the carpet was a thin layer of something brown-soil she realized after a few moments of staring at it. Reaching forwards in order to scoop it all into one place so she could even begin to tidy it all up, a sudden sharp feeling of pain bolted up her hand and she withdrew quickly, cradling it against her chest as blood welled from a small cut. Once again she sighed. "Cut myself, ruined the carpet and have to redo the laundry. Honestly..."

Taking a plaster out of her pocket, (Tsuna did always get into those scraps after all) she wound it round her injured finger and stood up, taking care not to step on the glass that had broken around her. She was just about to leave to collect the dustpan and brush from downstairs when her eyes focused upon a small, fragile little thing and pressed her lips together, hugging herself. After a few moments of quiet thought, Nana crouched and lifted the tiny thing up, holding it delicately in her fingers as she made her way towards the bed and sat down.

"Oh you poor thing..." She whispered as the small, shrivelled up rose lay pitifully in her hands, the once vibrant red of the petals replaced with an unbecoming brown, thorns brittle and easily snapped off. "Oh you poor, poor thing..."

"Happy Valentines Day!" Nana smiled adoringly at Iemitsu who looked at her, quite surprised by her outburst. His stunned expression then turned to one of affectionate amusement as he stepped towards his wife.

"Darling, it's only the tenth! Valentines day is still four days away!"

"But you'll be away for a business trip then now won't you?" She pointed out with that smile of hers.

A cold flash suddenly skittered across Iemitsu's eyes but Nana chose to pay no heed to it-today was a happy occasion. "I'm afraid I haven't got anything for you though..." He eventually said, shooting her an apologetic look.

"Oh dearest, your love is all I need!" She exclaimed as if it were the most obvious thing in the world before taking what she had been hiding behind her back and shoving it towards her husband. "Here you go!"

The man gazed at his gift: a red rose in a glass pot, the flower standing tall and proud. For a few moments he stayed quiet and then suddenly he reached forwards, grabbing Nana by the waist and kissing her passionately. He drew back with a goofy smile and cupped her cheek. "Thank you Nana. I'll take good care of it just for you." Resting his forehead against hers, he looked into her eyes, enchanted by her. "I love you."

Nana breathed deeply, raising one of her hands to rub her eyes. "Oh goodness, I've gotten a little sentimental haven't I?" She murmured, Iemitsu's words ringing in her ears.

"I'll take good care of it just for you."

"Poor, poor thing," she whispered, trembling slightly. "We've both been neglected haven't we?"

A is for Astounding

Reborn could never quite understand how Nana was capable of enduring what she had to.

She had certainly gotten the short end of the stick by having the bad luck of encountering Iemitsu and falling for him. Of all the people she had had to love it wasn't the handsome friend from university who she had once by the off chance said had pined for her, nor was it the safe businessman who even now kept in touch with her, always being at the ready to help if the situation ever called for it.

Instead she had fallen in love with the dangerous mafioso who couldn't bear to be around with her for too long lest she were targeted. That in itself must have been agonising as to be apart from the one of whom you loved so dearly should have broken this fragile woman's heart. But no, fate had more in store for Nana.

Her son was not an intelligent young lad aspiring to win at life, nor was he the understanding, comforting boy who would be able to help his mother along.

Instead, he was the helpless, bullied student who had been destroying his school career by bunking and only just was beginning to rediscover how much he enjoyed. To have not one but two males in her life inflicting pain upon her by being so distant must have been hell. But no, this still wasn't enough.

Tsuna wasn't an heir to a large fortune that would mean he would never be short of cash even if he didn't find a suitable job when he grew up, nor was he heir to a big business that would ensure his place in the future.

Instead he was heir to the most powerful mafia family that existed and would lead many assassins to him that would encourage him to lie to lied to by your own son as a mother who simply knew he wasn't being truthful must have killed her.

And yet, as he watched Nana scurry around doing jobs around the house, Reborn could not find a trace of sadness in her with her brilliant, joyful smile. Sawada Nana, who should have been crying, was laughing and enjoying life to its fullest. As a result, it led to Reborn coming to one final conclusion.

"Mama?"

"Yes Reborn~?" She beamed at him, patiently awaiting his response that used praise he so rarely gave out yet deemed necessary for this woman.

"You are astounding."

N is for Normal

Tsuna loved his family (although he hated calling them that as he was still opposed to the idea of even being a mafia boss). Tsuna really did love them quirks and all.

And yet sometimes these quirks got a little too much for him.

Sometimes Gokudera's bombs got a little too destructive. Sometimes Yamamoto's scary baseball skills got a little too intense. Sometimes Ryohei's constant shouting got a little too deafening. Sometimes Lambo's obnoxiousness got a little too annoying. Sometimes Hibari's tonfas got a little too painful. Sometimes Mukuro's meddling got a little too diabolical. Sometimes Chrome's bluntness got a little too demeaning.

Sometimes everything got a little too insane and Tsuna wanted to go and stab himself.

But when that happened and Tsuna found himself trudging into his house alone, wondering why the hell by this trick of fate did he have to become a mafia boss and thus gain this dysfunctional family of his, Nana was always there in the doorway, greeting him with a smile.

When he found himself reluctant to return the gesture, she would usher him into the kitchen, make them both a nice hot mug of tea and then sit down with him at the table, eagerly asking him how his day went. And the Tsuna would complain about everything and how Gokudera had an explosive temper and how Yamamoto had an intense love of sport and how Ryohei had an extremely loud voice and how Lambo was an irritating little monster and how Hibari always had his fangs out and how Mukuro had too grand plans and how Chrome was painfully straightforward with her speech.

And Nana would listen intently, nodding sympathetically as her son ranted and then, when it was all over, she would always lean over to ruffle his hair affectionately. For she was the one who, after Reborn had met them, had decided to be the person who would allow him to let off steam and, when the going got rough, would comfort him in her own little way. Soon he found her showering him with more and more motherly affection as he got older and older and his problems got more and more extreme.

So one day as the now twenty four year old Tsuna found his lovable and yet sometimes a little too quirky family was getting a bit too much for him, he realized after trudging inside his parents' house with Nana greeting him with a smile before ushering him into the kitchen, making them both nice hot tea, sitting down to listen to his ranting and comforting him in her motherly way, that he had never once done the same for his own mother.

"Mum," he began as Nana sipped on her tea. "How did your day go?"

Almost immediately she beamed happily and began to chat about how there was a sale on at one shop, how she met up with an old friend and other things much alike, Tsuna finding himself leaning his face on one hand with an adoring expression.

For he loved his family for their quirks that drove him up the wall. And yet he also loved his mother too for her wonderful, loveable normality.

A for Artistic

Nana was an artist.

Perhaps not a painter or a sketcher, but most definitely an artist.

Out of nothing she created full scale masterpieces that all would fall in love with at the smallest glimpse. She wove these great works of art with this great artistic skill using no paintbrush or pencil.

Iemitsu fell in love with not only the art but the artist herself, wanting nothing more than to spend his days gazing upon the art she produced.

Tsuna found himself wary of her art when his father had left but began to slowly gain back this recognition of his mother's pieces and even came to love them.

Reborn could see here talent quite early on and found himself questioning how it was she was able to make such masterpieces.

Fuuta, I-pin and Lambo saw how beautiful Nana's work was from the very start.

Everyone grew to adore what she could make and admired her artistic Nana was a born artist that could create something with such strong emotions, such vibrant colours and such beauty.

For Nana could be an artist with a smile.

Strange little things I know... I liked the one about her being normal best but maybe that is just me :/ So review and say what you thought and who you want me to do next if you like it I guess...? Now, to sleep :)
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