A/N Hey! just a quick drabble about what-if Kurosaki Yuzu was Sawada Nana!

"Hey, kid."

Tsu-chan jumped and turned his head, startled at the sudden voice. Blinking , he stared at the strange man in front of him. Following the long, tall body up he passed the face with barely a glance and his eyes immediately stuck on orange.

It was bright, it was fluffy, and it was ORANGE!

Tsu-chan's face split into a huge grin and he lifted a hand and pointed straight at the mop. "'ringe!" he squealed, bouncing as he beamed at the man. Startled giggles reached him and Tsu-chan glanced over at his Mama, who was laughed into her hand at the startled man. The boy grinned toothily at her. "Mama! 'ringe!"

"Oh, yes, Tsu-chan, it is orange!" giggling she came forward and patted the man on shoulder, ignoring the strange expression on his face. "Ah, nii-chan, I don't think he remembers you. Tsu-chan was just a baby when he last saw you." Still smiling, Yuzu came forward and sat down, drawing the boy into her arms. Tsu-chan went willing, happily latching onto his mother and starring curiously at the man. He was starting to get a little shy at the intense stare on the man's face, and tucked his face into Yuzu's shirt, peeking out at him.

"It's barely been a year, he used to love it when I visited," Ichigo huffed, reaching up and running his hand through his hair, ruffling it absently. He eyed the boy in his sister's arms, and felt a smile tugging at his lips. He reached over and fluffed the boy's hair. "Ah, Tsuna, I'm your Uncle Ichigo."

Tsu-chan blinked at him curiously. He knew that word! "A-ahncle?" he asked cautiously, caught off guard at the sudden touch, but liking the friendly nature.

"Bit of a mouthful for you, eh Tsu-chan?" Yuzu said, bouncing him to make him smile. She glanced at Ichigo and smiled cheerfully. "How about Ichi-nii, then?"

"Yeah, that works," the man said. Grinning, Ichigo held out a hand and said seriously, "I'm your Ichi-nii, Tsuna."

Tsu-chan eyed the hand then reached out and grabbed it, holding it tight and smiling shyly. "Tsu-chan's Ichi-nii!"

Ichigo barked out a startled laugh, grin widening. "Yep, your Ichi-nii."

She's sad, Tsuna thought, peeking around the door frame into the kitchen. His mother was at the stove, quietly stirring a large pot. She wasn't laughing, singing or humming, and Tsuna hated it.

It always happened when his dad left.

Why did he have to leave?

Frowning, the eight year old snuck away, trying to be quiet, but gasped as he tripped over his school shoes in the entranceway. Pouting, Tsuna staggered upright and raised his palms, frowning at his palms before brushing them off on his shirt. What could he do to make mama happy?

Tsuna crept up the stairs and into his room, quietly closing the door. The boy fell onto his bed with a huff, scowling at his pin board. It was covered with multiple postcards, most international. Strangely cute ones from his papa, sports from his aunt, iconic and weird ones from his uncle, and – strangely – baby pictures of his aunt, mum and uncle from his grandpa, who was barely two hours away. He'd seen Tsuna's collection and started yelling about how adorable his grandson was and wanting to join in on the post cards. Tsuna wrinkled his nose. His grandpa was so weird.

Sitting up, the boy stared at cards, eyeing in particular one of the photo-postcards of his mama, aunt and uncle when they were little. Sniffing, Tsuna blinked as he felt tears gathering in his eyes. I want Ichi-nii…

Making up his mind, slightly overcome with tears, Tsuna snuck out of the room and into his parents, aiming straight for the mobile on the bedside table. Swiping it, he crept back to his room and carefully shut the door, rubbing at his eyes. The boy climbed onto his bed and switched the phone on, quickly tapping the button with the green phone on it and studying the contacts. He couldn't read it very well, but he remembered his mama had put a picture next to each number to help him if there was an emergency. He scrolled down and tapped the picture of his uncle, barely able to see anything but orange through his tears. He quickly lifted the phone to his ear, listening to ring tone.

A quiet click preceded a sudden influx of screeching and yelling, and Tsuna jerked the phone away from his ear, startled.

"SHUT UP YOU BASTARDS! YUZU's CALLING!"

Tsuna blinked, tears frozen on his face at the bellow. It sounded like Ichi-nii, but he'd never heard him yell like that before! Be bit his lip, scared at the loud voices.

"Yuzu? You there-?"

"A-ah! I-ichi-nii…?" Tsuna whispered, holding the phone closer.

"Tsuna? Is that you?"

"U-um, yes?"

"Hey, kid, you alright?" surprise, then concern filled the voice, and Tsuna quietly revelled in the warmth and fondness that he could hear.

"I-ichi-nii -" Tsuna cut off, sniffling and feeling more tears spill down his cheeks.

"Tsuna, I need you to calm down, okay? It's alright, just take a deep breath, that's right," Ichigo's voice had taken on a firm, no nonsense tone, and Tsuna followed the order, gradually getting his breathing in order. "That's good, Tsuna, very good. Keep breathing for me, okay?" Tsuna hiccupped, unconsciously nodding. "Alright. Now, are you okay? Where's your mum?"

"M'kay, Ichi-nii," Tsuna slurred, scrubbing at his face, whimpering softly at the raw red skin. He sniffed. "Papa left, now mama's sad," he whispered, clutching the phone tightly and pressing his face into his comforter.

There was silence, and Tsuna thought the other had hung up. "That idiot." Tsuna felt a fresh batch of tears build up at the harsh voice, and his breath hitched. "Ah, Tsuna, not you! I mean your dad. It's okay to be sad, kid. Did you need anything? Or just want to talk?"

Tsuna paused, trying to think. "I need mama to be happy," he whispered. There was silence.

"Tsuna."

"Y-yeah?"

"Your mom is happy. She's very happy. You know why?" there was a pause, and Tsuna made a curious sound, not noticing the slowing tears.

"Because she has you. You make her happy, kid. She might be a little sad right now, but I know she loves you so very much. And that's the best kind of happy, okay?"

Tsuna blinked, sitting up and feeling a sense of lightness in his chest. "…I make mama happy?"

"Yes." It was a firm statement, and Tsuna felt a smile tilt his lips. "Now, no more tears, alright?"

"No more tears," Tsuna nodded, smiling. He could hear the grin in the voice when he heard a muttered "that's right."

"Now, kiddo, tell me what you're doing in school right now." Grinning, Tsuna proceeded to tell his uncle all about his school, and how he really didn't understand math and could he please help him when he came to visit next!

The next day when Tsuna came home from school, he saw an extra pair of shoes in the entranceway. Eyeing the sneakers, he wondered who owned them, before his attention was caught by the happy laughter from the kitchen. Tsuna froze, then ran to the kitchen, staring in the door at his mother, who had a truly delighted smile.

And at the tall, serious man with bright orange hair seated across the table, exhaustion obvious but bright eyed and smiling at the woman.

"Ah, Tsu-kun! Guess what, your uncle came for a surprise visit," his mother announced brightly when she spotted him in the door, eyes wide and body frozen.

"Hey, kid," Ichigo said, a slight twitch of his lip indicating his amusement at Tsuna's shock. It was that which broke it.

"Ichi-nii!"

Laughing, Ichigo easily caught the boy when he launched himself at him, easily hauling the boy into his lap. Wrapping his long arms around him, Ichigo savoured the embrace, squeezing lightly when he felt the small trembling body. Tsuna eventually pulled back and stared into his uncle's face, eyes wide and confused. "I thought you were busy."

Ichigo raised a brow and eyed the boy. He snorted and flicked the brunette's forehead lightly, grinning at the squeak of surprise. "I'm never too busy for family, kid."

Tsuna stared at him, the grinned so brightly Ichigo felt like he was looking at the sun.

Twenty minutes to write an improvised presentation about who you most respect. The hell kind of assignment is this? Tsuna frowned down at the paper, desperately trying to think of something. Ugh, he didn't want to do this! He just wanted to finish class and get home. It was his Uncle's scheduled weekly phone call tonight, and he wanted to – wait! Tsuna froze, a sudden thought coming to him. A grin blossomed on his face, and Tsuna leaned forward and startled scribbling furiously.

"Sawada, your turn," the teacher said, startling the brunette. Blinking, the teen slowly stood and made his way to the front of the classroom. Turning to face the room the teen mentally prepared himself.

"Ah, good afternoon," he said, clenching the paper with his notes. Glancing at the teacher, who nodded at him expectantly Tsuna continued, glancing at the rough scribbles. "Um, the person who I most respect is my Uncle Ichigo. He's my mother's eldest brother-"

"Eh, Sawada, your uncle was named strawberry?" called a voice, startling him and drawing out some laughs.

"Oi, shut up! No one interrupted you!" Gokudera snapped, glaring at the student. As the class quieted, intimidated by the Italian, Gokudera turned back to him, eyes bright and focused, a direct contrast to the judging stares and sniggering students surrounding him. That focus redirected him to his paper, and Tsuna gave a slight smile as he continued.

"Uncle Ichigo's actually written as 'number one protector', not strawberry," he clarified. A sudden grin lit his face and he sniggered, startling the students, "If you call him strawberry he gets really mad, and started lecturing everyone.

"But, back to the topic," he backtracked, looking apologetically at the teacher, "Uncle Ichigo is the eldest of three, and grew up in Karakura town. His dad, my grandpa, ran a clinic there. After high school my uncle studied to be a physician, and became a great surgeon and doctor by the time he was twenty five. He specialized mainly in trauma care and triage, since as he once told me he'd prefer to be protecting the immediate patients than long term. Instead of staying in Japan, he travels all over the world to help others. He was in Russia two years ago, and now he's in Switzerland at one of the hospitals studying and renewing his medical knowledge."

Smiling slightly in memory, Tsuna didn't notice the spellbound and curious gazes of the other students.

Who knew Dame-Tsuna was related to such a successful person! Was the general thought of many of the students.

Tenth! I knew your family was magnificent! Gokudera thought, beaming proudly at the other boy.

"Ah," Tsuna blinked, glancing back at his notes. "Um, in addition to that, Uncle speaks a lot of languages, most fluently in at lease the medical terms and such. He also sometimes teaches at a dojo in Karakura, since it's owned by a friend of his.

"So, uh, I guess the reason I most respect my Uncle Ichigo is because he's always done what he wants to, and what he believes is right. He's also never broken a promise and will always fight for his friends. One day I hope to be as great a man as my uncle is."

Finishing his speech, Tsuna jumped as he heard clapping, and glancing up he saw his friends applauding. Grinning, Tsuna bowed to the teacher and made his way to his desk, smiling shyly at the beaming grins from his guardians.

I've finally got something to protect, like you said I would. I understand now. I hope I make you proud, Ichi-nii.

A/N So what do you guys think? I honestly enjoyed writing this! Probably gonna make it into a drabble series ~ be great fun to see how everyone interacts! I reckon Isshin being all 'you hurt my cute grandson!' would be hilarious!