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Ok so this is the start of my full length KHR story. The first three chapters will be background information that will be important to know later on so please read. The mafia stuff is taken mostly from the Italian mafia with some creative license. Titles, nicknames, certain other words and cursing in speech is written in either Japanese or Italian and marked with translations at the bottom. The Harmony polarity idea belongs to Araceil and reighost please read thier works. This is completely unbetad so please excuse any mistakes.

On with the show

Chapter 1

Sawada Iemitsu had a problem. A problem that had haunted him since the moment him and his father had fled Japan in the wake of his mother's murder when he was twelve. It was something that woke him in the dark of the night even ten years later. He was the only son of an only son, the last heir of Giotto, the first boss of Vongola (the world's largest criminal enterprise), and as such he was required to produce the next generation. It was daunting to have such an illustrious bloodline hanging over his head, with every person in the Vongola expecting him to procreate, especially after he joined the Consulenza Esterna Della Famiglia (C.E.D.E.F.), the outside advisors to Vongola.

His distant cousin Timoteo, the Vongola Nono, had been throwing women at him since the moment his father had dragged him bleeding and sobbing to the man's doorstep. Iemitsu had however been unable to stand any of the mafia princesses, vindictive and malicious harpies, that he'd had the displeasure of meeting and he wasn't about to inflict any of them on his child. This was all fine and good until he decided to become a field agent and then everyone was expecting a son to appear from the woodwork. It was why he had accepted a mission in the land of his birth, where he hadn't been since that dreaded night in '75.

Thankfully Nagasaki was far removed from Tokyo and the years had dulled the anger he felt towards the land of the rising sun. It was a beautiful place to be sure, though people looked at him distrustfully because of his gaijin1 blond hair and tall stature. He took a deep breath of sea air as he waited outside an udon-ya2. Iemitsu took a long drag from his cigarette and casually checked the time. His insanely expensive watch read 11:45, he put out the smoke on the wooden fence he had been leaning on. He straightened his well fitted suit and entered the small restaurant. The blond man found a seat in a far corner and folded himself into a chair clearly not meant for someone 6'3".

He looked up when a waitress bounced over to him. Brown eyes met and Iemitsu felt it, the twinge of watered down Hyper Intuition, which was his Vongola birth right, singing in his blood. The world was clearer, sounds more distinct and the waitress was wreathed in a halo of light. She was no mafia beauty to be sure but pretty none the less with long light brown hair, soft cinnamon eyes, flawless pale skin and distinctly Japanese features. She was the answer, his intuition said, she was the woman who would solve his problem, someone he could fuck and spirit away to some remote corner of the world to raise his heir none the wiser to his criminal activities. The blond chuckled in his head, he was already planning to marry the woman and he didn't even know her name.

"Irasshaimase3." She chirped with a distant smile. Her long hair fell forward as she gave a polite bow. She bounced back up and produced a notebook from seemingly nowhere. "How may I be of service?"

"One kitsune udon4." He said, his Japanese flowing smoothly though he had spoken the language infrequently in the years since leaving Japan. He fixed a charming smile on his face and leaned forward in a flirtatious manner. "My name is Iemitsu. What your name?"

"Nana." She whispered cutely before bouncing away. Minutes later she came back with his order, behind her came a grizzled old man. The man had dark eyes, short silver hair and even half bent with age gave off an aura of power. The man sat down across from Iemitsu as his order was placed on the table.

Nana bowed again and exited with a last smile at the blond. The two men sat in silence for a while after Iemitsu snapped his waribashi5 and dug into the udon, he was defiantly pleased with the dish even after only a few bites. He had just finished slurping up a noodle when the old man spoke.

"Gaki6 uses waribashi well for having been gone so long." The man's raspy voice pointed to a 30 year pack a day habit. His silver hair glinted in the florescent lighting as he sifted in his seat. Beady charcoal eyes watched as Iemitsu picked up another noodle with ease. The brown eyed man ate the noodle quickly before laying the waribashi on the hashioke7 he had created from his wrapper.

"So Ojii-san8, is she your omega-san9." Iemitsu asked as he leaned back. His eyes tracked the waitress as she served other people.

"Iya10, she is a friend of mine's ojou-san11." The older male griped as he waved a hand dismissively. "Nana is not why Iemitsu is here."

"Ojii-san is correct."The blond suddenly became all business even though his eye flicked to brown haired woman every so often. "I came for information."

"What information can this lowly restaurant owner provide?" The old man asked as he fished a slightly bent cigarette from a pocket. Iemitsu produced an engraved lighter from the inner pocket of his suit; the old man smiled revealing surprisingly white teeth.

"Ojii-san is no more a lowly restaurant owner then I am a construction worker." Iemitsu said as he picked up his waribashi again. He selected a tender noodle and quickly slurped it up, full intending to finish his meal.

"That may be so but C.E.D.E.F. doesn't usually bother retired giovane d'onore12, so something about this is going to cost one of us more then we want." The silver haired man stated. Iemitsu locked eyes with the ex-mafia man as he picked up a piece of aburaage13.

"I am hunting."His words had the old man looking at him with different eyes. "As I am sure Ojii-san heard the leader of C.E.D.E.F. was murdered last year. We've tracked the murderer to somewhere in this area, so who better to ask about him then Minami Atsumori who knows everything that happens in Nagasaki-ken14."

"I had heard. Giovanni was a good man." Atsumori dragged a hand over his face. "I was sad to hear of his passing. What information can I provide?"

"Just a location. I have been given permission to use funds at my own discretion so I can guarantee payment for Ojii-san's time and effort."Iemitsu paused to take a large swallow of broth. His eyes turned deadly as he put the bowl down. "We must also have Atsumori-san's silence on this matter."

"You have it." The old man said with a wave of his hand. "Who is gaki looking for?"

"Takenaka Akeno." The name rolled off Iemitsu's tongue. The restaurant owner seemed to age right before his eyes. "I am sure Ojii-san understands that this is a matter better taken care of quickly."

"I'll have the information by tonight." The old man stood and bowed shallowly. Iemitsu nodded deeply, it had been a long time since he had bowed to anyone besides Don Nono and the C.E.D.E.F. Boss15. He finished his bowl of udon, throw down a 5000 yen16 note and cast one more meaningful look towards the pretty waitress before leaving.

Two weeks later Iemitsu returned to the udon-ya, Atsumori wasn't happy to see him, Nana was.

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They were in some hole in the wall place, one with a dozen seats that served passable Thai food. The two of them cut an odd pair, her in a gorgeously simple cream dress and him in a bright orange jumpsuit. Iemitsu smiled half in acknowledgement of her inane babbling and half at the memory of Atsumori's face when he'd shown up dressed as a construction worker, complete with hardhat and pickaxe.

"What does Sawada-san do?" She asked, her voice dreamy and breathless.

"I work construction all over the world. It is tiring but enjoyable work." He reached across the table to clasp her small hand in his. "I hope to one day have a home to return to however."

Nana blushed cutely and raised her free hand to cover one of her rosy cheeks. Her brain obviously going in the direction he wanted it to. He smirked inwardly. He was laying it on a little thickly but the woman was almost willfully ignorant of even the most obvious things, such as his drastic wardrobe change and the fact that she lived with the biggest information broker in southern Japan.

It was not only her unawareness that drew him to her; a background check had shown she also had a bloodline. She was the only daughter of a once well known assassin duo with loose ties to a yakuza head; not as prestigious as some might like but it was more than enough for him, his father and Nono.

It helped that the only person the brown haired woman was close to was Atsumori, who was willing to do anything to keep Nana in the dark. The blond was sure that so long as he kept the young woman out of danger the older man would have no objections when it came time for the wedding.

Now he just had to make her see that they were perfect together. Not a hard task as she seemed as smitten with him as he was with the idea of her as his wife. It was only a matter of time before they married and Iemitsu had already begun the preparations, such as securing a house in a far distant part of Japan. Namimori, his chosen hideaway, was a small town that was just perfect for child rearing. It also had the benefit of being protected under the Vongola Alliance, meaning that it wouldn't seem odd that he was there however frequently as he needed to be.

It was all perfect.

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Dying Will Flames were a poorly kept secret in the Underworld, meaning that everyone has heard of them even if they didn't know what they were. In fact most of what is known is in an excerpt from a scientist's journal, which had been written in the 1850s.

'Flames are the meta-physical manifestation of a person's ambition, determination and will power harnessed through the use of unique weapons and special rings. There are seven known Flame types (Sky, Sun, Storm, Rain, Mist, Cloud and Lightning), of varying rarity. Each Flame type has a unique trait.

Sky - Harmony, the ability to draw in and 'Harmonize' with other Flame users.

Sun - Activation, the ability to improve the efficiency of objects.

Storm - Disintegration, the ability to decay or break apart objects.

Rain - Tranquility, the ability to pacify and stop objects.

Mist - Construction, the ability to create objects from nothing.

Cloud - Propagation, the ability to replicate objects.

Lightning - Solidification, the ability to strengthen objects.

For each of the six common Flame types there are two sub-types, Positive and Negative. Each sub-type is expressed through unique personality traits. The stronger and more pure a person's Flame the more these personality traits are expressed. Beyond these personality differences there is little known about any possible variation in actual Flame usage.

What is known of the different Flame types and sub-types is derived from information recorded during the reign of the Vongola Primo and his Guardians (the flame users that 'Harmonize' with a Sky). Further research into the direct usage of Flames, particularly the rare Sky, is greatly discouraged by the Vongola Famiglia at this time.'

Iemitsu was a Sky, though he had not yet drawn in other users to Harmonize with as his Guardians.

However there was another Flame 'type' that people often over looked. Neutrals are the people who didn't have a Flame or couldn't access one for some reason.

Many civilians were Neutral.

Nana was a Neutral.

Despite being the daughter of Flame users she just didn't have a Flame, which probably explained her personality and naivety. She had no drive, no follow through and just seemed content with what life threw at her.

To Iemitsu finding out that Nana was a Neutral was a fantastic thing, as it meant that the chances of any child of theirs being a Sky were slim at best. In the Underworld, or at least the Mafia, Skies are often taken from their families and trained to be Dons or Bosses.

Skies, well the rarest of Flame users and coveted like precious jewels, were more likely than not to die before reaching the age of eighteen. Part of this was the sometimes brutal training and part of it was Sky sickness. Sky sickness is an illness that occurs when a Sky's attribute malfunctions and they were unable to draw in Guardians to Harmonize with, leading to a deep depression and apathy.

Iemitsu himself had been placed with three other Sky children when he was apprenticed to the C.E.D.E.F., with the hope that one or more of them might survive to adulthood to one day take over the title of Boss. Of the four children only one besides Iemitsu had made it out of training alive.

He didn't want that for his child. Iemitsu knew that Nana's parents had both been Rains and he himself was the first Sky in three generations after a pair of Positive Suns and an odd Negative Cloud so chances were that their child would have a more common flame type verses being a Sky. In his head it was for the best as even though he needed an heir he didn't want them immersed in the same dark world that would one day take his life.

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Six months passed quickly and Japan was drowning in a sea of sakura blossoms as they fell. Iemitsu arrived in Nagasaki early on a Saturday and decided to walk down the tree lined street that lead from his hotel to Nana's home. It was peaceful after an extremely hectic week at work and he had found himself actually missing the pretty brunette, so he took the time to think on the subject.

Courting someone who was a civilian was not as easy as Iemitsu thought it would be. The weekly flights between Japan and Italy were tiring and he kept finding himself biting his tongue to stop himself from saying something that would break Omerta. He knew that when they married he could tell Nana pretty much everything about his work with the mafia but he didn't want that. The whole point of having a non-mafia wife was to keep his heir protected and if the brunette knew anything about the Cosa Nostra17 she and their child would be at risk.

Fortunately the woman was so absent minded that she never noticed any of his slips, though he was coming to the conclusion that he could tell her anything and she would just nod and smile. It was a nice smile though, one so full of happiness and light that it brightened his dark world any time he even thought of it.

Thankfully his new Boss was tolerant of his week long vacations in Japan. That might have had something to do with Nono though. The Don was almost as focused on the upcoming marriage as the blond and he had never even met the woman.

He arrived at her home and just stood there for a minute looking up at the modest house. The wind blew though his short messy locks bringing with it the scent of the sea and sakura blossoms. At that moment Nana opened the door. She was wearing a pink yakata18 with her long brown hair pulled up in a bun. She puttered around on the small porch for several moments before spotting him where he stood on the sidewalk.

"Iemitsu-kun!" She exclaimed in surprised joy. The brunette rushed down the walk and into his open arms. The blond swung her around both because it was expected and to prevent them both from ending up on the ground. When he set her back down she clung to him like a leech. The late spring air swirled around them. "Iemitsu-kun is here early."

"I just couldn't stand being away from Nana-chan any longer." He smiled down at her. Iemitsu had found himself smiling more and more often since he'd meet Nana. True smiles had been few and far between since he had joined the C.E.D.E.F. but now they came so much easier, as if being with her lifted a weight from his shoulders.

The blond half listened as she babbled away about one thing or another and quietly breathed in her scent, soap mixed with the flowers she had been watering. It was a good aroma, one that he would gladly bottle so as to carry it with him always.

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Being in the long black operation cars didn't usually bother Iemitsu but it was summer in Florence and the vehicle soaked in heat no matter how much Saffron blasted the air conditioner. The tall and burly black man in the driver's seat didn't seem much affected by the heat but Iemitsu and the willowy, olive skinned Hyssop were both obviously melting in their black full canvas continental suits. However the one having the hardest time was the bound and gagged Cecilio Donnola. The pale man's face was almost brick red and his thinning silver hair was plastered to his head.

Iemitsu didn't feel much sympathy for the man; he was a rude, abusive fucker with a fondness for little boys. The blond would have been more than happy to be at Headquarters never Bologna with the man locked firmly in one of the lower 'holding' rooms but no he was sat across from him on the way to freeing the ugly son of a bitch. The silver-haired man's Famiglia had captured a C.E.D.E.F. agent and it was Iemitsu's duty as capo19 to get his sgarrista20 back as unharmed as possible even if it meant letting a truly horrendous man go.

Thyme, a Positive Rain, had been observing the Flame weak Donnola for three weeks before being caught. It had been exactly three days after her last check in when the man's famiglia had suggested an exchange. Their capo bastone21 was willing to hand over Thyme for the release of his younger brother who he sadly loved dearly.

It wasn't a fair trade in Iemitsu's eyes.

The Donnola were known to be unusually cruel to prisoners (especially women) meaning Thyme was probably in bad shape while Cecilio was in fair condition, aside from some heat exhaustion. It was the reason he had picked Saffron, a fairly strong Sun, for this mission. He could have taken Rosemary but the powerhouse Negative Sun was Thyme's partner, not to mention he had a bad temper when the Rain wasn't around.

The car rolled to a stop in a deserted field and the blond flung open the door as quickly as possible. A light breeze cooled the outside air slightly and he relished in it. Saffron and Hyssop exited the vehicle almost as fast. As an afterthought Hyssop pulled Cecilio from the car and deposited him none-to -gently on the ground.

They had only been standing there for a few minutes before a second car pulled into the deserted clearing that had been chosen for the exchange. Hyssop and Saffron moved to flank Iemitsu as their hands came to rest on their Beretta 92's. From the shabby looking car stepped two tall broad shouldered Italian men wearing clothes that had seen better days. The driver moved to the back door and opened it to allow a stubby little man with a receding line of silver hair to exit.

The fat man wiped his large forehead before stepping away from the vehicle. On the other side of the car the second bodyguard pulled Thyme roughly to her feet. Iemitsu scowled unhappily as her took in the state of his sgarrista. Her long ebony hair had been shorn close to the scalp and ugly looking bruises dotted her soft caramel colored skin. Behind him Hyssop bounced from one foot the other as he sucked on his lower lip, his copper hair danced with his movements. Saffron stood stalk still clearly enraged at the site of his fellow agent.

"Better make this quick Capo, she looks pretty bad." The dark skinned man said, though his deep voice barely reached the Sky. Iemitsu nodded as he took exactly two steps forward. The fat man, Calvino Donnola if C.E.D.E.F.'s information was correct, mirrored the blond.

"Donnola," Iemitsu said. His voice was empty, devoid of anything that might upset the meeting that was going on. Calvino just sneered at him. The blond frowned slightly at the clear disrespect but waved the prisoner forward. "Let us begin."

The balding man nodded and the two prisoners began slowly walking forward. Everything was going well until Calvino tilted his head to the left. The bodyguard on the left raised a pistol and fired.

Cecilio collapsed even as the other guard lifted a Beretta 93R and let loose a stream of bullets. Thyme dropped, blood pooling under her. Hyssop and Saffron took out the shooters easily.

At first all Iemitsu felt was a burn in his chest, he didn't even notice he was hit until he started coughing as blood pooled in his lungs. He stumbled backwards into the car and slide down the side as the pain hit him hard. Above him the blond heard three more shoots before there was silence. Saffron was next to him in moments, they both knew that Thyme wasn't savable besides as a Sky Iemitsu was the top priority. A warm yellow glow encased the black man's hands as he used a Sun ring to draw on his Dying Will.

The blond's thoughts began to drift, thoughts of Japan and Nana invaded his consciousness. Her smile, her laugh, her scent, and the way her brown eyes lit up at the sight of him. He would never get to hold her again and they would never have that kid together. Hell, she would probably marry some other man and have a dozen children. The very thought of it caused Iemitsu's labored breathing to become harsher.

"Stay with me Capo." Saffron demanded as he pushed more Sun Flames into the wound.

"Mio Dio22." Hyssop exclaimed as the copper haired man crossed himself.

Iemitsu lay there trying to keep his eyes open as he came to a startling revelation. He loved Nana. Loved her enough that even though it hurt even to think of it he hoped she did find someone else who would make her happy.

He gasped for breath as blood spilled from his mouth. From somewhere close by he heard cursing and screaming but he couldn't make anything out. The blond felt himself being lifted and carried but the feelings were distant and unimportant.

Iemitsu closed his eyes.

Note

I will be unable to work on this until I have written at least a chapter for my actual book but I have a good part of the next chapter already outlined so hopefully it won't take so long. Please review.

Translations

1. Gaijin - Foreigner

2. Udon-ya - An Udon Restaurant

3. Irasshaimase - Greeting to customers

4. Kitsune Udon - A type of thick noodle soup with tofu

5. Waribashi - Cheap disposable chopsticks or hashi

6. Gaki - Brat

7. Hashioke - Hashi rest

8. Ojii-san - Old man

9. Omega-san - Granddaughter

10. Iya - Impolite no

11. Ojou-san - Daughter

12. Giovane d'onore -Man of honor/made man

13. Aburaage - A piece of fried tofu

14. Nagasaki-ken - Nagasaki Prefecture

15. He is called boss instead of Don because C.E.D.E.F. is a subsection of the Vongola

16. 5000 yen - About $20

17. Cosa Nostra - Our Thing/the mafia

18. Yakata - Means bathing robe but is worn casually

19. Capo - Lieutenant

20. Sgarrista - Soldier

21. Capo Bastone - Second in command

22. Mio Dio - My God