Warning! Mentions of Self-harm.

*Written by both Azrael and Autumn

Summary: Her heart breaks every time when she sees her son coming home covered with bruises and scrapes. When she saw that her son is starting to break pieces by pieces, she decides that enough is enough. She is taking Tsuna away from here to Italy and gets an appointment with the world greatest psychiatrist, Reborn. What she didn't know was that he is also the world greatest hit man too.

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"M-Mum! Why didn't you knock?!"

Her throat clenched tightly and tears pricked at the corner of her eyes as she took in the trembling form of her son, her precious, sitting at the corner of his room with his legs folded neatly against his petite body.

"Tsuna, give it to me." Funny how steady her voice is when all she wanted to, was to break something. Or scream at the sky at the unfairness of the entire situation.

"W-What? I don't have anyt-thing."

She slowly took another step into the room, her breath hitched when she saw several lines of red liquid trailing down Tsuna's milky white arms, soaking into the orange shirt.

The brunette could see Tsuna's eyes widened slightly with panic, his arms tucked close against his chest as his hands tightened.

She bit her lips, her heart pounding faster and soon all over the place as she closed the distance between them, a desperate attempt to stop the red, precious liquid from flowing down his palm, intermingling with the liquid flowing down from his wrist and onto his arms.

Nana kneel down gently and watches him for a long moment, hearing the words she knows that he can't, won't, will never bring himself to say. I'm scared. It hurts. I'm sorry for being such a failure.

I don't want…to be me…

When a lone tear trickled down from his eyes as if like a dam broken, at that very moment, she could feel the ache in her heart eased slightly because she knows that her son will be fine.

Not now. But he will be, as long he stays alive.

With a gentle and sad smile, she slowly peels open her son's palm and took the bloodied blade away and threw it aside, the sound of the mental clanging on the hard floor resounded loudly in silent room.

And she wraps her arms around her fragile, beautiful child.

"S-Sry…" He sobs into her shoulder, his tears staining the blue shirt she is wearing wet.

"I…" He chock back on his tears, his breath heavy with the effort to breathe through all the tears he has let out.

Her hold slackens and her arms drop to her side before she gently grasps his arm. With great care, she turns it over and her gaze trailed white, faint scars littered over his wrist before landing on the red, angry ones.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She whispered, her gaze, though blurred suddenly, never strayed from the cuts.

"Because." He squeezed his eyes shut tightly before taking in another breath. "I…I can hurt m-myself," he coughs before another sob escapes, "b-but I can't…h-h-hurt y-you."

Those words strike her like lightning, her entire world tilts and at that moment, she made her choice.

Enough is enough.

She is taking her son away to Italy where Iemitsu is and if her memory serves her right, a recent show that focuses on mental health has also mentioned that the world greatest psychiatrist, Reborn, is also there.

"Tsu-kun… would you like to move back with papa? In Italy?"

A/N: So...what's your thoughts on this story? Do review!