Prompt- He was blind, but that never stopped him from seeing colors.

Prologue:

When Tsuna came out legs first, and Nana was alerted of possible strangulation if she didn't start pushing harder- harder? what harder? Her lower body was already numb. The world was spinning. She could already feel the tendrils of a lying sandman wrapping its grasp around her consciousness promising a peace of mind if she just closed her eyes. But, no. She was pushing. She wasn't resting. She didn't want to rest. She just wanted this baby out. Safely. Oh, god. Please come out safely. Her baby boy. How is he? Is he breathing?- she thought the world was going to end.

It might as well had ended when the baby- Tsuna, her baby boy Tsuna- was finally out, and she noticed the concern on the surrounding staff's faces. What? What is it now?

Then, she realized.

He wasn't crying.

They whisked him away to another room.

They told her they needed to do extra tests.

They told her it would all be alright.

As far as she was concerned, nothing would be alright until she finally had the chance to hold her baby boy, see his eyes, feel his warmth, and hear his little heart beating.

It was at that point that she had lost consciousness.

If only Iemitsu was here, was the last thought she had before darkness took over.

When she woke up, it was no longer night time, instead there were rays of morning light peeking in through the window, and she was lying on a hospital bed. Her mind was fuzzy. She still felt disoriented. She was reaching for the nurse call when it had occurred to her that her lower body had a slight numbness, and then she finally remembered.

Her baby.

With a new sense of urgency, she fumbled with the buttons, hitting the call more times than she probably should have.

They raced in, questions on the tip of her tongue as they noticed her chaotic state.

Tsuna, tsuna, tsuna, tsuna, oh god tsuna.

"My baby..." She managed to whisper out.

From there, things settled down. They checked her over. Told her all the information she needed to know about her child, what to expect from then on. It was all going well, and then they abruptly dropped a bomb on her as one of the nurses carried her child in.

"I'm sorry. Ms. Sawada, but your son is blind."

She felt the nurse place her little boy in her arms, and she looked down at his still form.

Their eyes met. Her own caramel orbs met his mild brown, deadened eyes.

She wanted to cry.

She failed him.

She failed her child.

She should have eaten better food. She shouldn't have gotten sick so often. She shouldn't have fallen that one time. She shouldn't have- she shouldn't have- she shouldn't have- she should't have-

She smiled and pulled him closer to her body.

"Tsuna, my perfect little Tsuna. I'm so happy you're alright. We'll get through this. Mama's strong. You're strong..."

She was lying.

She was lying to her own innocent child.

The only thought that kept repeating in her mind was she had failed her poor baby.

He wouldn't get a chance to see the flowers she planted for him. He wouldn't get the chance to even see the sky. He wouldn't know what a smile looks like. He wouldn't know what it means to see a twinkle in another person's eye. How pretty a sunny day could be. How beautiful the ocean was. He wouldn't know what his own mother looks like. He wouldn't even know what-

She felt a tiny little hand wrap itself as much as it could around her own trembling one.

Her heart stopped for a beat, and she realized once more how fortunate she was.

Her baby was alive, well, and breathing.

That's all that mattered right now.

What she didn't realize was that Tsuna could see. Except, he didn't see what other's saw. He didn't see his mother's forced smile as she whispered words of comfort and love. He saw a flame- a beautiful, warm, slightly wavering yellow flame.

As if it was calling out to him, the flame would flicker in his direction, and in response, he had held up his small hand to reach out for it.

What he grasped had not been the strange flame he couldn't quite comprehend yet, his hand had grabbed his own mother's larger one and fisted it tightly.

He didn't see his mother's tears flow down her face and her smile become a slight bit more sincere, but he did see the yellow flame glow brighter and somehow more beautiful than before.

Tsuna may have been born without sight, but he hadn't been born without a way of seeing.

Instead of sharp outlines and plastered emotions, he saw flames- colorful flames that belied so much more.