The latest report on Namimori." Said Ganauche as he placed a file on Timoteo's desk, expression grave. "The Sawadas were unaffected, thankfully, but it could have easily gone completely out of control. We need someone in Japan, Nono, no matter what Iemitsu wants for his family."
Timoteo hummed, already reading through the report. It wasn't very thick, which was a problem in itself and could be explained by their lack of a foothold in Namimori; it took way too long to even realize a Famiglia had infested the place, allied with local yakuza and taken control of the town before being wiped out a month ago.
With his three blood sons dead and Xanxus not in the running for the Vongola throne, Timoteo's only viable heirs came through the Sawada line, and since Iemisu couldn't take the role, it fell to one of his sons to become Decimo. Sad as it was to remember, little Tsunayoshi had been gone in the wind for years (likely long dead, despite Iemitsu's ongoing search), so there was only Ienobu left, and they had to make sure the last drops of Vongola blood didn't fade away or worse: wind up in enemy hands.
Iemitsu had opposed any interference in Namimori until now, hoping to give his family a peaceful life for as long as he could afford it, hence Timoteo sealing his youngest's Flames when they manifested (if it also prevented the kid from threatening his then living sons' position, then all the better). But now, the hands-off policy had to come to an end; the only known surviving descendant of Primo could not be lost because of something as ridiculous as dreams of a civilian life.
Vongola blood belonged to the Vongola, there were no two ways about it.
(Honestly, after Tsunayoshi's disappearance, Timoteo had thought Iemitsu would come to his senses and agree to a small team settling in Namimori, if only to monitor the town and the remaining Sawadas. But no, the young lion had persisted in his decision to keep Namimori entirely separate from the Mafia and to this day he continued his desperate and vain search for his older son while leaving his last remaining child unprotected.
Iemitsu could be a sentimental fool sometimes…)
But now a – admittedly small, but still inadmissible – mafia war had happened right in front of the last Vongola blood's doorstep, and Timoteo had only learned of it a month after it came to an end on its own. Hell, he still had little to no information on what had really taken place in Namimori, and that was unacceptable.
Iemitsu would have to come to terms with the fact that his peaceful civilian family life had always been a pipe dream.
Now, who to find that would both induct young Ienobu into the Famiglia in a way that advantaged them, would teach the almost fourteen-year-old boy what he needed to know (and keep secret what he did not need to know for now) and investigate last month's incident without drawing any attention to Vongola's interests in Japan?
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"Aaaaaaargh!" Tsuna jerked from his translating work when he heard the scream from the other side of his home. "You fucking monkey! What the hell is wrong with you?! What kind of deranged baboon keeps attacking people at random like that?!"
He arrived just in time to see Kyoya aim another (slow, so much slower and lighter than the devastating strikes he could do) swipe of his tonfa in Hana's direction. With a shriek of terror, the girl threw herself to the floor to avoid it, probably scraping her knees in the process. She started yelling obscenities at the Cloud before she even scrambled back to her feet. "You're a sick monkey, you know that?! I knew you didn't like me, but this goes way too far!"
