Summary:

Tsubasa is born without much issue, but there's a secret he's not willing to tell. Every night, he looks at a mirror as blazing amber orbs stare back at him. The glow he knows are a product of his resolve, forehead and hands catching fire that never burns.

He'll protect his family this time.

Disclaimer and Notes:

Okay so there will be entirely inconsistent updates. Just a warning. Still don't own this, never will. Course, y'all already knew that, but it's just a precaution. In case I get sued. Yes.

Italics- Thoughts/Flashbacks/Flashback speeches/etc.

Italicized Bold- Intuition


His name was Tsubasa. He looked remarkably like his father.

There was one thing wrong, though.

His eyes.

His eyes were the color of his mother's, only hastily hidden at the insistence of his intuition (that he's learned to trust just because it saved his hide more than once by making him do ridiculous things that somehow subverted any other danger until that particular hailstorm) under the guise of brown eyes. Now he looked like the perfect image of the man who helped birth him into this world.


"Let me cook breakfast tomorrow, okay?"

"Of course."

"Great! Good night mother, father."

Sakura Li smiled benignly at her son, watching him wave and retreat to his room. She suppressed a giggle. Was that a yawn she heard?

"Our son is growing to be quite the kind boy, isn't he?" remarked her husband, Syaoran Li. She nodded in agreement. "Indeed."

Syaoran held her hand as he helped her to the mattress. "Plenty tell me he's a lot like me, but times like these remind me he's got your spirit and compassion."

She pouted playfully at him. "Oh dear, its the eyes isn't it?" His lips quirked up. "Maybe," he said unhelpfully. She hit his arm, though it wasn't out of malice. "Stop it, you. Still, it was quite a surprise..."

"Truly. When Tsubasa opened his eyes for the first time, I was expecting him to have the same eyes as I did. He is, of course..." The man trailed off.

She cupped Syaoran's cheek. "One who your existence was based upon. I know all too well."

Syaoran held the hand she used, teeth worrying his lips. "I wonder if this changes things?" Sakura turned solemn at his statement. "I would hope not...for the worse, at least. There's no use worrying about it now."

"You're right," he amended, smiling once more. "Shall we head to bed?"

"Let's."

It only took a few more minutes until the couple was finally asleep. They never did notice the presence that entered their room, their instincts deemed the arrival not a threat. They didn't wake up.

The figure was small, only a child. No other child could to have roamed the halls of the Li Home.

Tsubasa Li stared remorsefully at his parents. This...he didn't want to do this. He was essentially creating a big lie, to save his own skin.

Not really, his intuition reminded him gently. This is for their sake too.

It doesn't make that any better, Tsuna thought glumly. Why would Kawahira even need me to do this?


Kawahira had, surprisingly, reached Tsubasa through a dream. He got the news that his guardians would be alright, though shaken from the sudden death. (They were also told that it wasn't some kind of ploy like the future incident. The lot of them were both relieved and saddened.) 'That isn't why I came to talk to you, Tsunayoshi. Or should I call you Tsubasa? Either way, you'll need to do something.'

'You've changed a great deal, just by being there with that Li Family. It may cause problems in the future if you aren't careful. I'm not saying you should stick by what originally happened, that would be futile, but to be ready. For now, though, I'll need you to take this to your parents and spread it. It'll make them forget you had your mother's eyes.' Here Kawahira tossed him a bag of powder. 'Mist Flame induced. Also,' Kawahira paused, reaching into his pocket to pull out a small object. 'Wear this all the time. It'll mask those eyes of yours.'


Tsubasa sighed. He really didn't want to do this. He gripped his pants tightly. What should he do? His gut was telling him it was very, very necessary to do this. He was also reassured it wouldn't really harm his parents, but...manipulating their minds? It left a bile taste on his throat.

Taking a pinch of powder out of the small pouch he'd procured, he sprinkled in on top of his parents' eyes, He watched with baited breath as they shook slightly, shuddering, then relaxed.

It was very stressful.


"He looks just like you, dear."

"So, this is what she meant."

"I'll make a clone out of this boy, a puppet I can control."

The pieces have been moved. What will the outcome be?


0000


His childhood was okay, so far. Nothing overly complicated, which was a far cry from his life as a Mafia Don.

However, having been a Mafia Don in his previous life, he already knew what could happen. According to Murphy's Law; if times were calm, then a shit storm would follow it right at it's heels. Or so it was supposed to go.

So when Syaoran, his new father told him he would be trained, he didn't protest.


Little Note: I guess the timing is kinda wonky because these are like; three chapters mushed into one. Bear with me. I had to move one chapter around just to make it look sorta okay? Also the thing about Murphy's Law; don't mind it. It's not the actual thing I just generalized something I heard people describe all the time.