Disclaimer: I do not own KHR. I write this fic to practice writing and for my own amusement. I do no make any profit from it.

Warning: Au, alternate universe, ooc, oc, flame courting, sealing, violence, swearing, age changes, no arcobaleno curse and split personallity.

But What About Tsuna?

Ch1

A heavy weight fills the air bringing a sense of grave importance to the two occupants in the room. A blonde haired man with brown eyes stares solemnly at the carpet, refusing to look up at the older man who sits in front of him. An acidic taste fills the back of his throat and mouth as a burning sensation comes from his chest, he wants to yell, to scream and to once again voice his anger at what must be done. For it has to be done...

"I'm sorry Iemitsu," the other man wearily says.

Strangling down his anger, Iemitsu feels the other mans weariness wash over him and sink into his bones. A stretch of silence passes between them and as his lifts his head, Iemitsu takes in the grey hair, tired brown eyes, the deep lines around the mans mouth, the wrinkles around his eyes and on his forehead. The passing thought of how old he has become, how old they all have become is quickly discarded.

"You promised," he says as that anger once again bubbles up, "Timoteo, you promised! You promised that after you sealed his flames you would leave him alone!"

"I know," Timoteo sadly replies, "but things have changed."

"Becuase you've lost all your sons and now you want to take mine away," Iemitsu yells.

"If i had another way," Timoteo responds, "don't you think i would do it?"

"If you need an heir so badly why dont you defrost Xanxus?" Iemitsu questions.

With a wince at the mention of his youngest son, Timoteo says, "you know that isn't possible. He isn't a direct descendent of Giotto."

"Why?" Iemitsu asks, "he's the spitting image of the Secondo."

"Ricardo was Giotto cousin from their fathers side," Timoteo explains even though he knows that Iemtitsu already knows this, "Xanxus is related to the Secondo mothers side of the family. Related to the Ricardo but not Giotto."

"There has to be some other way," he pleads.

"There isn't," Timoteo states.

"There must!" Iemitsu yells.

"You know there isn't," the old man tries to reason with him.

"Then tell me Nono," Iemitsu demands, "will he even survive having his flames unsealed!?"

Staring into the mans eyes, Iemitsu watches as Timoteo looks away and refuses to meet his stare.

"I dont know..." Timoteo admits.

Letting out a bitter laugh Iemitsu looks down at the carpet and says, "he's never been the same since that day, you know. Tsuna had never been the most out going child but he had been happy. After he became flame active in front of the both of us, I wasn't sure what to do. Kids who go flame active at a young age need training and lots of attention and I'm hardly ever home. I'm not going to lie, when you first said you wanted to seal Tsuna's flames, I felt releaved. He could live a normal life without the attention of his peers or the mafia and I... I wouldnt have to take responsibility. I had my reservations when you explained some of the possible side effects and complications but you had assured me that after his flames were sealed he would be left alone. Not just because Vongola didn't need him but because it would be too dangerous to ever unseal his flames. All this time when I thought about it, when Nana would call crying because are son was having such a difficult time, when I go to visit and see how different he is, I would reassure myself this is for the best and it keeps him safe.

"I know," the ninth Vongola boss says.

"Do you... do you really?" Iemitsu asks looking up to glare at his old friend, a man he had always seen as a fatherly figure. "Do you really understand!? You not only want to drag my son into this dangerous world but possibly kill him! If he dies, who the hell is there left to lead the Vongola then?!"

"We can only hope that the unsealing is successful," Timoteo says.

Dragging a hand down his face in frustration he mutters, "there must be another way..."

With a sudden realization, Iemitsu remembers there may actually be another way. "There is another way," Iemitsu mutters.

"Excuse me?" Timoteo asks not quite catching what the other man said.

"There's another way," he repeats more firmly.

Sighing, Timoteo says, "really, now I hope you're not going to suggest yourself. You are disqualified from the position. And just so you know, I doubt I can last another fourteen to twenty years, so that you and your wife can produce another heir."

Iemitsu remains silent, not listening to the old man. Instead he is thinking of a particularly unpleasant memory, one that he has always done his best to suppress. A memory of a night over seventeen years ago where he had made an incredibly stupid mistake

"The most important thing is that the heir comes from Giotto bloodline, right?" He asks.

"Yes," Timoteo admits.

"So, it doesn't matter what age or gender they are?" Iemitsu asks.

"I suppose," Timoteo agrees, "but they can't be too young, too old or have a medical condition that will interfere with them taking control of the Vongola famiglia."

Wincing, Iemitsu looks at Timoteo and says, "there's someone else."

"Someone else," Timoteo repeats.

"Someone who can be Vongola Decimo," he mutters.

Pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing, Timoteo asks, "what did you do?"

"It was a mistake," Iemtistu admits, "Before I knew Nana was pregnant and before we were married, we had a pretty bad fight. After which I went out, got very drunk and spent the night with a woman."

Timoteo asks, "and that resulted in a child?"

"Yes," Iemitsu confirms.

"I see, so Basil is your child," Timoteo reasons, "but he has rain flames, so..."

"What!? No!" He yells out in surprise, "Basil isn't my kid! In Nanmimori, they're in Namimori. She's a married woman and I'm pretty sure she was only interested in the sex. It happened once and no one knows that I'm the father."

"Do you think this child has sky flames?" Timoteo asks with a glint in his eyes.

"They're not flame active but i have sensed something from them," he admits.

"In that case, it looks as if Tsuna won't be needed," Timoteo then asks, "if that's what you want?"

"It is," Iemitsu agrees

Letting out a sigh, Timoteo physically relaxes and leans back in his chair. "I already have a tutor picked out and want to send them as soon as possible."

"Yes," Iemitsu replies and says, "but I want you to promise that you and whoever you send won't involve Tsuna. I'm serious, he's been through enough and I don't want him or his mother put in any danger."

"Of course," Timoteo agrees, "I just need this childs name."

Standing up he begins to say, "their name is..."

Even at this late hour the city of Okkiishi is still bustling. Multi color lights shine brightly, cars rush pass and people hurriedly walk to their destination as their voices fill the air. Atop one of the many buildings a young man stands, starring down below. His messy brown hair is ruffled by the wind, the tight fitting black pants and long sleeve shirt he wears doesn't look as if they would be able to keep him warm enough. But the man shows no sign of being cold.

Suddenly the man turns, orange eyes that seem to burn with a light face the opposite building focusing on a figure slowly approaching. The black mouth mask he wears makes his expression unreadable.

The figure on the other building approaches the ledge and jumps across. Continuing to watch, the man makes no movement to interfere. Entering a spot of light the figure is revealed to be a tall young man, short black hair with a fringe and narrow gray eyes. His outfit consist of a white long-sleeved shirt, black pants, black shoes and a black jacket with a red arm band around his left arm.

"Hibari Kyoya," the man says as he slowly takes a few steps towards the other. "This isn't Namimori your territory. What do you think you're doing here?"

Pausing Hibari flicks his hands and a pair of tonfa appear in his grasp. His mouth curves up into a smirk as he says, "I'm looking for a carnivore. Now face me."

Blinking the mans eyes narrow and he says, "how cute."

Frowning, Hibari takes a step forward and then makes a run at the man. Raising one of his tonfa to strike he smiles.

Just going to put this right here if shipping is important to you. This fic will contain ArcoxTsuna and some other characters xTsuna. So far LalxTsuna, RebornXtsuna, FonxTsuna and ChromexTsuna will appear. Some of it will be one sided and I'm not sure how much will be in it.

Not sure what to say. There's been a lot of drama in RL and I just haven't been motivated to write lately. My kindle stopped working(broke) and I lost a lot of content for my fics. It was very upsetting. Luckily my kindle was still under warranty and I got a new one but I lost that content. I'm still working on my other KHR fics, so don't worry.

In other news, look I started a new fic. Isn't that great. Usually when I'm in a major funk and I'm having trouble writing, I start a new fic to get the juices pumping.

Oh, just to mention I started a discussion form for KHR. It's called, "KHR Lovers discussions and whatever" www. / forum/ KHR-Lovers-discussions-and-whatever/ 219123/ just remove the spaces.

If you want to guess who Iemitsu is talking about, leave a review or just leave a review.