Hi hi~~

Well I wrote this in the middle of the freaking night and finished it off this morning. So I don't want to be that person but you guys better like this. (no i'm kidding- but seriously)

Um… what else. There isn't much really. Please review/comment/question and I may or may not answer them through PM. But seriously above all else enjoy.

I'm not a 100% sure if I should continue this fic- it really depends on what you guys think this time (yes for once I'm asking the readers to decide something) after all the idea is a little rough but meh.

Anyway enjoy~~~

Time.

It passed by so quickly yet so slow. Like the feeling of the cool, soothing water passing through the lips of a man who'd seen none in days.

But to Tsunayoshi the taste of time no longer satisfied him. It was bland and tedious yet necessary. He was sick of nonetheless.

Vibrant orange eyes looked on at the horizon where the sun would soon wake the new day. Even this beautiful sight had dulled over the passages of time.

The wind caressed his gravity defying chestnut brown locks, every whisper, every story, every song that the breeze carried was heard clearly. But he could only sigh at the repetition. The same gossiping whispers, the same stories of war and conflict, the same melodies. Everything this world had to offer has been offered to him and he was tired.

Walking toward the horizon uphill as if in a vain attempt to leave the place that forever grounds him, he looks down at the chaos and fire. So different, the view beyond the hill, yet so similar. Tsunayoshi could only look on indifferently at the lives ending, watch blood being shed needlessly and hear cries of fury, sadness and pain. Even these humans with their foolishness, their greed and their naivety no longer surprised or entertained him. They had become predictable. Disappointing.

The familiar symbol scattered around the violence like sprinkles on a cake made his rather refined, angelic features frown slightly. Another sigh escaped his lips. He'd been doing that a lot lately.

Vongola. Such a pity. He had such high hopes for it as well. 400 years ago when things still shocked and amused him, he decided to create a group. A group that was to fill with kindness, strength and acceptance. That would stand strong through the test of time and the various trails that came with it. He had created a human with his blood, not much but enough for him to be ideal. So proud of his creation he'd gifted him with his Flame of the Sky and intuition so great it would never lead him astray. He watched excitedly as the man- Giotto he named him- grew strong and pure, led by ideas that would pave away the blood and lead salvation to the ones who deserved it. And acceptance for those who didn't. He felt a huge swell of something akin to fatherly pride as even Kawahira and the remaining others acknowledged his beautiful growing masterpiece and gifted the man with the Rings of Time. He watched as the man gathered followers as interesting as any could be. And the vigilante group formed. Tsunayoshi was finally satisfied with his creations growth and by then decided to see the rest of the world and explore its secrets, confident that they would forever keep that seemingly unbreakable bond finally surpassing time and his expectations.

It was a mistake to think so foolishly.

He was on the other side of the world when he'd found his Vongola had fallen to the ground. It was still there, but no longer did it hold its ideals nor purpose. The vigilante group had grown too big, the leader he so carefully raised in the shadows betrayed by one of his comrades and now in its place stood a mafia Familigia that held violence and war and death in its path.

Tsunayoshi thought it was the saddest thing he heard since his own species somehow began dying out.

That was the last straw to his already wavering worn resolve and beliefs. He never wanted to invest so much emotionally ever again. Because no matter how many times you taste the bitterness of grief you never get used to it.

Taking one last look at the carnage before him he averted his eyes and turned away back down the hill. They had asked for death so they shall face the consequences of beckoning death.
Before he had even reach the base of the hill a calloused hand gently gripped his ankle. Surprised he looked down to see a bloody soldier. Italian origins he could assume. Not that it mattered. For he will be just a fleeting face in a sea of faces.

"Please..." His plead was broken by several hacking coughs. Tsuna winced at the sound. He'd never been in such a situation where he was put through such pain before. "Please *cough* save this babe..." At those words the man rolled slightly to reveal a young frightened child of no older than five, bloody and crying softly. He had always had a soft spot for the children. And this one was no exception.

"What's your name boy?"

Big blue eyes looked up warily, tears still rolling down his cheeks. 'He had good self-preservation skills but only normal if not slightly lower intuition.' Tsunayosh observed. If he had his unfailing intuition he would have sensed right away he wasn't a threat. Finally the child answered.

"Iemitsu Sawada."

An idiot. He had raised an idiot.

That was new at least.

Too bad it was more frustrating than anything for him to appreciate the feeling of something new. Giotto had been easy to raise compared to this. Honestly he still couldn't believe the kid was a direct descendent. The only way he realised was his intuition and the faint, unicorn's whisper of a buzz in his veins when he touched the boy's blood. Other than that the boy showed almost no defining trait's of Giotto other than his hair.

"Oi Oji-san let's go outside~!"

The brunette could feel a headache coming on. And while yes he was quite old- ancient really- he had the looks of a very beautiful teenager if he didn't say so himself! If Tsunayoshi didn't have an almost never-ending patience that came with immortality where time meant nothing to him, he would have punched the blonde right there and then. "It's 11 o'clock and night Iemitsu."

"But~"

"Iemitsu." The raucous child stopped. The brunette felt quite pleased that at least he if nothing else had been able to accomplish getting the boy to obey him when he used what the blonde describes as his 'Boss Voice'. "Remember the last time I got less than nine hours of sleep?" The kid shuddered. Oh yes. He remembered vividly.

"C-can we go out and play tomorrow then?" Damn that kid was lucky he was still cute enough to pull off the puppy dog eyes he'd taught him when he was younger. Well at least he was doing something now with his life. With a sigh of mock resignation he couldn't help but feel the small cracks of a smile on his lips. He hadn't felt this way for a while.

"Yes of course we can."

"Father this is my girlfriend Nana."

Tsunayoshi blinked. Where was the child he had raised a day ago? Oh right, the years truly do pass on too quickly for his liking. Either way this was quite a shock. Unlike Giotto who barely knew his existence Iemitsu had somehow centred him as a sort of father figure. It wasn't unpleasant. It was… interesting.

But really it was just like that idiot to not let the brunette settle back into this house he hadn't lived in for so long or even unpack his luggage before setting off this bombshell. Actually it was just like the idiot to not even question his lack of ageing after fifteen years and just mindlessly believe that it was a birth defect. Either way the brunette couldn't help but think that at least the boy- no- man had a good sense of taste. His intuition could tell straight away she was a kind- though rather too innocently oblivious soul. Even without the intuition he could tell.

Wordlessly he raised his hand in a thumbs up gesture before making his way to his bedroom.

Soon he would have to leave once more.

'So in the end he still couldn't leave the blood.' Disappointment filled his chest as again he looked with vibrant orange eyes at the battlefield before him. Leading one side was the boy he raised. The idiot that always had a goofy overly large grin now had a serious composed mask made from steel and blood and the bodies he'd trapped on. Tsunayoshi hoped that the Nana woman would have stopped him from this path. Apparently she wasn't even aware of the other part of him.

He was so tired.

Looking at the men and woman dying on the ground, staining the lush green grass crimson red as their lifeless eyes looked up at the sky Tsunayoshi a man who couldn't die envied them.

He was so tired.

Iemitsu Sawada was thirty when he saw his father again.

Up on the hill like the enigma he always was, the setting sun behind him so only a silhouette could be seen yet those vibrant bright orange orbs still shone brightly. He hadn't aged more than a year at most. Yet those eyes seemed to have seen everything.

There was a flash of emotion as their eyes met.

And then he turned and left.

Iemitsu felt that he had failed him.

The Vongola no longer have a heir.

'Good' Tsunayoshi couldn't help but think bitterly. 'It was about time.'

Yet somehow deep inside him, despite everything he felt a small grain of hope, a tiny spark of expectation. Maybe, maybe this time Vongola could change back to what he wished it to be. Just for a moment in time, he wanted his expectations to be met, to not be disappointed at this one thing he had spent so much blood, sweat and oh so many tears for.

His eyes brightened with resolve that hadn't been ignited for the longest time.

The Sawada household was in celebration. Nana was finally reunited with her darling.

While it was so lonely living by herself it was these moments that made it worth it all. If only they had produced a child then their family would have been perfect. However… that would never be the case with her flawed body.

*ding dong* *ding dong* *din-

"Ara? Hello?"

"Is this the Sawada Residence?"

Looking down the woman could see a boy of maybe twelve, with gravity defying brown hair and eyes the colour of caramel and chocolate. An adorable little angel.

"Yes it is sweetie-" She cooed at the innocent yet slightly indifferent expression on those cherubic features. "How may I help you? Are you lost?"

"Nana?! Who is at the door- oh?" Brown eyes widened at the sight of an younger clone of his missing father at his doorstep. Large honeyed brown eyes looked down at the naive couple. He didn't like the idea of lying much but it couldn't be helped.

"I- uhm… am…" Damn he'd been practicing this for weeks already, he'd altered his appearance (which had been both a painful and arduous process) and yet here he was blanking out and what people nowadays call 'screwing up'. "I am God's gift for the loving couple who wished for a child! Yeah that's it! Because your love is so strong that not even time nor distance can break you God was moved and has decided to gift you with me."

There was an awkwardly long silence and Tsunayoshi swore that he'd never felt so embarrassed in his long life.

Finally-

"OH DARLING WE HAVE SUCH A BEAUTIFUL CHILD!"

"IEMITSU I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!"

"AS DO I MY SWEET NANA!"

Thank god they were both idiots. The world may be full of them but these were truly the cream of the crop. At least the love part was true. That had been quite impressive in his opinion. The immortal waited patiently for the mushy words to finally end. A little jealous that he'd never found anyone like that, though the grief would have probably been unbearable once he lived past his lover's age. After twenty minutes though of straight non stop wailing, cooing and other such noises the immortal began singing a different tune to the idea of lovers. If it meant acting like that- he would rather be alone thank you.

"Tsu-kun time for your first day of school!"

"Coming okaa-san." He groaned out. Why does school have to be so early? He hadn't had a set time to wake up since decades ago when he made the stupid idea to join the army for a while - though it wasn't as bad as when he was at that monastery. 'Enlightenment my ass.' All he learnt during that time was some martial art moves which he had mastered ages ago and that it was possible to live of a grain of rice and the moisture of the morning dew. Didn't mean he was going to do that anytime soon again.

But he was now Sawada Tsunayoshi. Son of Nana and Iemitsu aka the Young Lion of Vongola.

And he would become Vongola Decimo.

And burn down Vongola with his own hands.