Black-chan: Yo, everyone! Here's my promised series of the Question one-shots and nope, I won't delete the one-shots! They'll still be there and will act as spoiler and/or will be read separately if bored. Anyway, I still don't own KHR even if I wanted to. And enjoy~

Chapter 1: Born From The World

Nana stared at the child—her child—in her arms in happiness and content though there was a little sadness in it. "Iemitsu," she whispered sadly to no one in particular and her child wailed sadly in silent as well. "Where are you?"

The woman smiled weakly at her son whose big round eyes were staring at her innocently, slightly forgetting her dilemma. "Well, are you a smart boy?" she asked and giggled at the cry of happiness from the child. "You already know I'm having problem and cried with me?"

A slight curve found its way to the baby's lips and sounds of something like a keen to happiness came from the baby.

"You know...your father, Iemitsu," a slight displeased frown came to Nana's face which made the baby cried in displeasure.

The mother almost wanted forget what she was talking about but then she continued on with a sigh, "He's such an idiot. This was the time we were waiting for and he's not here because of work," her tone slightly turned dark at the last word before turning back to disappointment, "Today is the day you are born yet he's not here to see you."

A wail of sadness came from the baby again, almost as if he knew what she was talking about and not liking it at all.

"Well, now you do understand me...," Nana thought for a minute of what to call her child and brightened as she found the right name.

"Tsunayoshi! You're name is Sawada Tsunayoshi!" she stated and the baby—Tsunayoshi—made a tone of being pleased. The woman smiled fully, her mood brightening due to her child and embraced the baby. "Lucky rope. You're my cute lucky rope and I won't let you become like your father."

"You'll live in peace and happiness!" Nana promised determinedly. "I won't let the reality taint you, my child."

.oxo.

"Nana, dear, I'm really sorry!" Iemitsu's voice echoed outside the room Nana was staying.

"No! Don't dear me, Iemitsu!" Nana shouted back angrily though she did look apologetic to the nurse next to her. "You did not come yesterday and for that, I won't let you see Tsunayoshi!"

"Tsunayoshi? Is he our son?" Iemitsu asked confusedly before turning teary. "Dear, why didn't you let me think of his name?"

"Hmph. You should know why," the woman crossed her arms though she knew the other was not able to see it.

There came a sigh before a sound of a pair of boots walking away.

"Nana-chan?" the nurse, a young female who was holding the child in her arms, raised an eyebrow in question to her. "Is the one outside your husband?"

"Yes," Nana sighed heavily and then brightened at a thought. "Can I hold my son, Hana-chan?"

Hana sighed at that and glanced at the woman with exhaustion. "Nana-chan, you do know that you're still weak from laboring, right? Plus, I already let you last time and you said it'll be the last. I don't want to lose my job by letting my friend-slash-patient do something not allowed for the second time," she pointed out, making the lady pout childishly. "Do you want me to call your husband and tell him to hold your child?"

"No!" the mother stubbornly fumed, narrowing at the last words. "This is his punishment!"

"What did he do?" the young nurse asked curiously, wondering what was making the usually nice lady fumed.

"He forgot yesterday was supposed to be the day for my labor and he didn't even support me, nor come for me or our son!" the woman complained angrily but then softened her glance when she heard the cries of wonder from her son.

"I guess I can understand your anger," Hana said truthfully and moved to the fuming wife with the baby in hand. She looked at the baby who stared back with innocent eyes piercing to her heart and softened her gaze. "He'll be a wonderful son," she told the mother who watched with soft eyes.

"No," that confused the nurse but she made no comment to argue and only stare at the other woman who spoke up with conviction.

"He is already a wonderful son," Nana said firmly and Hana smiled at her friend.

"But of course that doesn't mean you can steal him!" the mother pointed teasingly and semi-serious. "I won't let you do that!"

"And the possessive and protective sides are showing," the nurse muttered under her breathe.

.oxo.

One weeks. It took one week—the day his wife and his child could finally left the hospital—for Nana to let him see his child and Iemitsu regretted immediately his decision of not being there in the day when his son was born as soon as he saw his newborn son.

His born was—for lack of words—beautiful and fragile like a girl and even as a baby, the man knew the boy would turn innocent and kind.

"Nana, I'm sorry for not being there," he said seriously and full of guilt.

Nana smiled weakly in respond and told the young personal nurse—Hana, he guessed was the name—to bring their child—Tsunayoshi—to him which the young miss did.

"If Tsunayoshi forgives you then it's fine," she said, confusing him. Babies weren't supposed to understand them for now, right?

Though, he didn't dwell too much on it. He gently took the baby in his arms and felt the rush of happiness as a father.

And then he felt uneasiness as the big round eyes of his son opened and stared at him like he was unveiling his heart—then and there, Iemitsu knew their child had the genes of his ancestor who was known to be the most influential person in Italy.

Tsunayoshi then smiled—and all the other thoughts were forgotten—brightly at him, his tiny hands trying to touch him and the man knew he was pouring out tears of happiness.

"Do you forgive me for not being there in the day you were born, Tsunayoshi?" he felt like asking his sanity about the fact no baby was able to talk but that was dumped to the back of his head. His heart was being eaten up by the guilt of not being there and—call him selfish—he wanted his son to send him signs he was forgiven.

But then again, another part of him knew he didn't deserved it.

At first, the baby did nothing but stare at him—and Iemitsu wanted nothing more than for the baby to hurry up!—then, he made sounds of...displeasure?

The man's heart clenched but he smiled slightly in understanding. "I'm not forgiven, huh?" he asked himself more than the child.

Narrowing the eyes, the child made noise which awfully sounded like a disapproval.

Nana and the nurse laughed slightly while Iemitsu just stared in confusion.

"Iemitsu, I forgive you," his wife said truthfully and it took a minute for the man to understand the other meaning.

"Tsunayoshi forgives me?" he asked wide eyes before bursting out happy tears and pulling the baby into a gentle embrace. "Thank you! Thank you!"

Nana smiled at the scene. Her family was complete. They didn't need any other child. They were fine with just Tsunayohi. But she knew there was still problems.

"Iemitsu, just remember to visit more frequently, okay?" she asked dimly, no one other Hana hearing it. She knew if her husband continued being like that time when Tsunayoshi was born, she couldn't stop herself for hating a part of the man she used to love fully—and hating the one you loved most before was so much painful.

Hana took notice of the dark glint that surfaced her friend's face. She knew by story that her friend's husband was not home often because of work—and just for that, she wanted to skin the man alive—but her friend was never angry. This time, however, was different.

She glanced at the happy baby on the husband's arms. The baby had magically left something in her heart that made her want to protect the baby. Tsunayoshi was different from any baby she had met and hated.

And prey tell, if this Iemitsu guy hurt the child and her friend purposely or not, she would not care about the laws and kill the man herself.

.oxo.

Nana glared harshly at Iemitsu. "Why are you leaving now?" she asked icy cold, making the man sweat. "It's just six months since Tsu-chan was born and you promised you'll be here for a year."

"I know. I know, Nana," Iemitsu said sadly. "But something comes up at work and I have to take care of it."

"Have or want?"

"...," the husband stayed quiet before looking desperately at his wife. "Please, Nana. I promise you I will visit Tsuna often. I just have important things to do in Italy."

"More important than your own son?" the woman asked again but this time she didn't wait for the answer. She opened the door that was separating the man and herself to the outside. "Get out," she commanded softly, her face down low—and it made Iemitsu even guiltier with his decision.

"I'm sorry, Nana," the man bowed in apology and left the female glaring at his back.

Nana let out a humorless laugh. "He could have disagreed and fight to stay," she mumbled under her breathe and felt her eyes giving out and letting the tears kept for so long flow down her cheeks. She picked up her telephone and dialed a number she knew all too well.

"Hana-chan, can you please come over?" she asked, knowing full well her voice was strained and smiled weakly at the answer. "Thank you, Hana-chan. Tsu-chan will be glad you will visit."

The woman let out a long sigh and made her way to her son who was sleeping peacefully on his bed. She caressed the face gently and smiled sadly at her baby.

She knew and understood the work of her husband but she also wanted the man to understand that this was different. She didn't want her child to grow up without a father's love and devotion—plus what could she tell her son when he asked about his unknown father?

Nana didn't know and was scared. What if her child grew cold? What if he grew distant? What if...

A knock snapped her daze and she quietly left to open the door. She smiled at the visitor who in turned glared angrily at her—though she knew for a fact it wasn't directed to her.

"Nana-chan, please tell your husband that if he come to my area," Hana started deadly serious and threatening. "Be prepared to die."

"Ara, ara, stop joking around, Hana-chan," the long-haired brunette laughed lightly at that and let the other young female in. "Please make yourself comfortable."

"So what are you going to do now, Nana-chan?" the ex-nurse asked curiously and sympathetically. "My advice of divorcing still stands."

"I can't do that," the woman stated as a matter-of-fact. "I loved Iemitsu and Tsu-chan needs a father."

"Loved as in past tense," the other pointed out with a knowing glance and she froze.

"I'm...," Nana started shaking and tears just fell down unconsciously. "I'm starting to hate him, Hana-chan! And it hurts real bad..."

Hana sighed at that and put an encouraging hand to the woman's shoulder. "Let's take care of Tsunayoshi instead of talking, okay?" she suggested gently and the older female smiled at that thought.

And so with the help of Hana, Nana was able to take care of his son and make him grow into a small shy but very cute boy.

Though, it only took some time in being able to speak before the mother realized her son was a very dangerously curious child.

"Okwa-kan!" one-year-old Tsuna called out excitedly and pointed curiously at the television. "Wats dat?"

Nana froze in whatever she was doing and turned off the television where some shameless actors were kissing a french kiss.

"Nothing! That was nothing, okay, Tsu-chan?" she said with no discussion for a disagreement which made the boy pout cutely.

And that was just the start of a Sawada Tsunayoshi's remarkably innocent questions~!

TBC

Black-chan: Somehow this is turning sad... But it will turn humorous in the next chapter! Oh yeah, you guys might think I'm bashing Iemitsu but I'm not. I'm speaking logic here since I have been having this thoughts as soon as I found Tsuna had a father who was not always at home. Anyway, please review~?