Summary: A six years old Tsuna encounters a Vendicare ninja and Bermuda and enters the mafia after she is diagnosed with a haemophilia. Years later, reborn finds himself at loss when he is trained to the next useless tenth boss candidate, who might not be so useless after all. . Medic/Info broker Tsuna.

Disclaimer: I don't own it. It all belongs to the awesome creator who I am not.

Haemophilia: It is due to a genetic deficiency in clotting factor VIII, which causes increased bleeding and usually affects males. It's incredibly rare in females and even those who are haemophilic usually die after birth. Only one out of 100 female live up to see her teens.

And don't even ask why Vendicare have a ninja because I have no idea as of yet.

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The white of the hospital was gloomy. It looked empty. Too empty.

Caramel brown eyes shifted from the pale white of the walls to the pale white of her wrist which was warped in bandages. The white roll seemed to blend in with her white skin, making it look like there was nothing there.

It would have if not for the red spot which was starting to form on the spot which was spreading quickly. The white of the bandages was quickly turning pink and rapidly red was taking it's place.

Caramel brown eyes looked at the arm, the life almost drained from them. There was too much pain and top much red and the mind was so tired.

"It's not stopping. At this rate it'll bleed out, we have to stop it at any cost."

The pain was getting duller or perhaps she was getting numb? At this point she could not even tell. For her it was all a very long dream, filled with pain and red.

"Good, apply more pressure. It's almost stopped. We can still make it"

The warmth was disappearing form around her and her eyes were so heavy. All she wants was to go to sleep and escape there. Perhaps when she woke up papa would be there too? But for now she had to wake up. For her mama.

...

Sawada Nana had a good life. A husband who loved her and an adorable daughter whom she adored. Yeah, life was good for her. Even if her husband was never home, she still and her daughter. And the times he did came home he was so sweet.

It was all so good till the point the unfortunate accident changed her life.

The day was ordinary, as you would expect a Sunday to be. The weather was good and Tsu-kun was up early. Nana had decided to teach Tsu-kun to cook. For a girl it was one of the most important skill. If you ask Nana, she would say that cooking was a woman's essences, not to mention the way to a man's heart and one day it'll be a vital tool for Tsuna.

So she had prepared everything and kept it ready at the time of Tsuna's descent. She had decided on a simple chopped fruit salad. Noting to complicated yet. Tsu-kun was only five and skill needed to be gradually build up over time. You could not rush such things.

Tsuna came down, only tripping twice which was a new record for her. The girl was unexpectedly clumsy after her father had visited them with his boss. The girl seemed to even trip on air but it did not worry Nana that much. Children were after all unexpectedly clumsy. She was no exception in her youth.

She had just hoped that this did not prove her only daughter to be hopeless in future. The girl had not changed out of her t shirt and shorts she used for sleepwear q she still looked half asleep but since they were not doing anything dangerous she let it slide.

After all just how dangerous could making a fruit salad be? It was something even a five years old could do.

She had apparently forgotten to take in account the knife she was using. The girl's clumsiness paired with a knife could be lethal.

Yet, it was not her clumsiness or even her own self which had made the situation they were in. The catalyst was something entirely different.

Sawada Nana held a knife in her hand, peeling the apples for the salad as Tsuna washed the apples.

It was a total coincidence that the timing if the door bell ringing and Tsu-kun bringing the fruits coincided. Leaving the knife on the shelf, with was unfortunately just on the edge of the shelf, barely hanging on the thread. It only needed a push to make it fall.

Tsuna, who was balancing the fruits on a plate, watched her mother make a dash toward the door, just reacted in time to catch the plate she had accidently let go while walking and watching her mother dash. It just so happened that she stood under the knife, which was just above her head, only a few inches in between them. While caching the plate her balance was lost and she accidently crashed into the shelf. The thread snapped and the knife fell. Feeling a gut feeling Tsuna dodges. The knife missed her head but unfortunately enough not her arm.

Red exploded across her arm, flowing at an alarming rate. The plate crashed to the floor. Hearing all the noise Sawada Nana hurried back to the kitchen.

Her wide brown eyes took in the red first, then the bleeding. Seconds later a scream exploded past her lips. The other woman who had hurried back after her regained her senses first and called for an ambulance. While Nana was frozen in shock she quickly provided toward Tsuna, who was bleeding quite heavily. Taking her handkerchief she thankfully had in hand she applied the pressure. It was a habit she picked after an encounter with her husband's friends. But that was neither here nor there.

The paramedics arrived just as the bleeding stopped. The doctor arrived and signalled for her to give him a look at the arm. She removed the handkerchief only for the bleeding to start again. The doctor hissed and using the cloth in his hand applied the pressure again. Another moved in to pick the child up while the first one applied pressure. The child was loaded in the ambulance and taken for treatment to the bleeding.

All the while one nurse tried to consol poor Nana who was still not quite over her shock.

...

It had take a better half of three hours to stop the bleeding and it was only through a miracle that her Tsu-kun had not run out of blood and life through the whole the whole deal. There were times it looked like the bleeding had stopped only to start up again after few seconds of pressure removal. Other time took a few minutes to start. The doctor had wanted to stitch up the wound only to find that trying to hold it for stitching made it bleed more. After a four hour battle the wound was closed up.

Doctors had told her that it was unusual to bleed that much for an injury of this calibre and she had confessed that it did take awfully long time for her Tsu-kun's injuries to heal but thankfully she had not had a serious injury till then so she had not taken it seriously.

The doctor had asked if either her or her husband had any past records of haemophilia in their family. As far as she knew her husband did not have any but she did have an cousin who died of bleeding after a bullet wound. The doctor had warned her of a possible case of a haemophilic child which was almost unheard in a girl. The blood sample was given to test but Nana fervently prayed it was not the case.

She had tried to contact Iemitsu but had been unable to contact him. She had tried everything but he was just out of her reach. She wanted to tell him, inform him just how much her child was suffering but looked like his job was more important. Well if it was that important to him he could bear to not have this information about their daughter. Nana was a gentle souls but even she would not deny herself this small piece of revenge against her husband who had not even replied to her calls and she had made numerous of them.

She just didn't know it could come to bite her Tsu-kun in the future.

...

The hospital was a lonely place. There were you sitting on the hospital bed with no visitors because your mother had to go back after visiting hours and no other relative showed up. It was not like her father would visit her. Most likely he did not even know she was in the hospital.

Whole day she had been either treated like glass. They had taken out every sharp thing from her room and then some. Due to her natural clumsiness they had even banned her from getting up. Least she injured herself again. Didn't they get that she was not an invalid but merely injured?

The doctor had rambled about her mother about haemo-hamo something which was a mouthful for the five years old to pronounce. They had used too big words for the five years old to understand so her mother had summarised it for her. She would bleed a lot. So she must be careful not to get hurt. Mama had said that she'll not see her again if she got hurt this badly again. It scared her, not being able to see her mama again so she'll do her best not to get injured again. She just hoped she could get away from the mean other children who poked fun at her.

But coming back to the point, it was that it was all too lonely. And she was not sleepy. Even the doctors had left and those on night shift usually avoided this part. There was a rumour that this part of the hospital was actually haunted and one of the patients would die every month. Mama had been reluctant to leave her here but there was no other choice here.

There was a creek sound in the air, amplified by the soundless night reaching her ears. A pained groan followed. Being in hospital she had learned when a person was in pain. That and the warmth in her which had dimmed a lot after papa's last visit warned her that someone was in need of her help.

Carefully getting off the bed and taking the IV out of her she made her way toward the door. The arm bleeding a little. A body passed her door as she opened it. The figure had it's face covered in bandages and for a moment she wondered if the person was hurt. The next moment the body fell. Before she could panic one visible eye looked at her from behind the bandages.

"Do you what water mister? Doctor says to drink a lot"

She had to try to make small talks here. The person looked at her, no expression visible in his one eye, he just looked at her as she hurried to the water container. Filling the cup she brought it to the fallen figure who just continued to stare at her. For a moment she thought he was staring at her face but much to her dismay he was looking at her arm which was still bleeding.

"Don't worry mister, I bleed a lot when I get hurt. The doctor said it's haemo-hamo something"

The cheer in her voice was real. The girl was trying very hard to not let the other hear any gloom in her voice, that or she was not fully aware the situation she was in yet.

"There you are. I was wondering where one of my best and only shinobi went. What are you-is that a child with you?"

The new figure who had popped up had startled Tsuna enough that she had let the cup fall, which had broken into pieces and some had cut her in the arms. One piece had even bounced off to cut her on her face. The picture presented was not pretty.

"Are you hurt too mister? Do you bleed a lot too? Is that what all those bandages are for?"

And that was how Bermuda had his first encounter with one Tsuna Sawada who was bleeding heavily and still concerned for the strongest of the arcabaleno. The girl was almost swaying on her feet now, blood loss getting to her and the bleeding showing no stopping. For the first time in his life Bermuda, the leader of Vendicare and one of the most feared man in the mafia felt protectiveness of this girl who was not afraid of them and even was more concerned for him, even if he was jot hurt at all.

And she was still bleeding out. The girl had almost passed out at the spot. She would have hit the ground if not for the ninja at his side catching the girl on time.

"Haemophiliac"

The one word explained it all and at the same time interested him. The girl must have amazing will power to live this long. And he didn't want her to die just yet. So he would leave it to his subordinate, who fortunately was skilled in healing ninja arts. It was not often he got people who were not afraid of him much less concerned for him. He'll keep her close.

...

Their second meeting had been a day later when Bermuda had been out on an arrest. The other was with him and that was when they formally introduced themselves to her. Bermuda and Miharu. Too bad they were on a job and had to take their leave early. Vendicare did not fail, ever. And so they chased and caught the one who had murdered a whole mafiso.

Their third had been a formal visit by Bermuda along with Mahiru, who wanted to check up on the girl. The girl had been happy and everything was good till her name had been introduced. Tsuna Sawada.

It was not an uncommon name and would be easily overlooked by most but unfortunately for Vangola he was Bermuda, and arcabaleno who had even dealt with primo. With her looks along with her name she could only be tagged as the daughter of one Iemitsu Sawada, the external advisor of Vangola. Not that it mattered at all to Bermuda but should something happen to Nono's son's she would be the next in line for the thrown of Vangola. And it would be unlikely that she would remain out of danger long enough anyway. Not to mention her disease.

Bermuda felt it best to introduce her to mafia as soon as possible. It was best she adapted early here. Bermuda had unconsciously vowed to protect her and Miharu had taken up the role as her protector right away.

It had been the most difficult decision of Bermuda's life when he had to inform her about his job as the head of Vendicare which had lead to the whole argument about mafia and flames and after all was said and done has to say he was happy the girl had taken it all so well. She was grateful even more so when he had take the seal off of her flames. She had said it had felt unnatural to her, the seal that is.

His flames had almost purred as her own were unlocked. They were so pure and it make his want to latch on to her. Bermuda knew he was getting attached but at this point even was powerless to stop it. Not to mention the girl was a natural at charming people and getting information too. She just had to be her cute self and let her flames do the rest. She was a great assert for them.

Not to mention she had started to pick up on medical books in her free time and Miharu had taken up upon himself to teach her medicine. He might not be the best medic out there but he was above average that and hospital offered a lot of free time to her.

By the time her hospital release had rolled around she had became a world class information broker, her intuition were nothing to scoff at. They were so frightening that they even got things she never knew about right. If they needed the place a criminal was hiding all they had to do was tell her a name and Country. Her intuitions did the rest for them. She had yet to be wrong.

And that's when the mafia saw the rise of it's greatest information broker, Sora.

This was only prelude. I have yet to type anything solid for this. Tell me if i leave it at a one-shot or extend it? If I do decide to extend it who should be next to show up? Oh, I might have gotten something wrong, I do apologise for them.