Heeeeeeeeeey- *is thrown tomatoes and rotten food*

Yep, I get it, you guys hate me. Meeeh, I'm a fickle person. HAHA, but heeeeeya, I'm back. And I'm working on the next chapter of Wings of Freedom and Tenshi no Yume. Its taking a while though. Writers block is being a nuisance, but hey~ look, another multi-chaptered fic I might not finish hahaha. /shot multiple times.

Kay kay. Before you proceed, please note that Tsuna is a female in this, and four years younger than in KHR canon but is the canon age in the Card captor sakura world, in other words, Tsuna is 10. There will be Easter eggs in each chapter, so spot those references and tell me, and maaaaaybe I might get the next chapter out quicker, lets start with an obvious reference eh?

Enjoy~

When Sawada Tsunayoshi was born, her parents wept. Each for entirely different reasons though. While Sawada Nana was overjoyed at the prospect of having a daughter like she always dreamed of having. Iemitsu was lamenting the fact that their one and only child had been a female instead of the son he desired. Tsunayoshi whimpered in her mother's arms that night, face red and scrunched up from the negative emotions that filled the room as the loving Sawada couple fought for the first time in their five years of being together, three of which they had spent married.

The new parents made their way home in tense silence. The happiness and warmth that had once enveloped the family house was now replaced with cold and tense emotions. It was within that sort of environment that Tsunayoshi had grown up in for three years.

On the day she was to turn four, her Papa, brought home a very nice and warm old man. Being the shy and introverted child, she hid behind her mother's legs, peeking out of them to stare curiously at the warm man that stood near the threshold of their main doorway. The warm man introduced himself to be Timoteo.

It took approximately six minutes for Tsunayoshi to warm up to the old man. A friendly Chihuahua had caught sight of the child playing with a new stranger, it decided to join in the fun of playing catch. Timid little Tsunayoshi could not understand the dog's intentions and wails in terror as the ball was snatched away from her by the tiny Chihuahua. Timoteo had tried to comfort the little girl, his hands barely brushed against her brown fluffy mane… when an orange flame sprung forth upon her forehead! Timoteo immediately recognizes the flame as a pure sky flame, the purest he has ever seen in a lifetime! The Chihuahua yips and bolts, fearing the unknown element that had appeared on the tiny human's forehead.

Before he could do anything though, a bright golden glow enveloped the crying child as a magic circle, not unlike the ones he had seen for satanic rituals, appeared beneath Tsunayoshi. Startled, Tsunayoshi halts her crying to stare curiously at the magic circle, still sniffling. It glows brighter and Tsunayoshi could hear a voice in her head.

"My descendant, I have found you at last. I am Kinomoto Sakura, and I am not considered to be of your world. Troubled times approaches, and it is vital that you inherit all the Sakura cards before that time approaches. You will not remember this for a while to come, but I will be here to guide you in your journey. Just remember this, my dear Tsunayoshi, everything will be alright, as long as you believe it will be so. I will see you soon, dear descendant."

Timoteo watched, shell-shocked as his adopted grand-daughter closed her eyes, leaning forward as both the flame and magic circle disappeared. He lurches forward and catches his grand-daughter just in time before her head could meet the ground, and sighs in relief as he looks down at Tsunayoshi's peacefully sleeping face with her thumb shoved between her lips. Timoteo turns to face the Sawada couple, Iemitsu's face has turned an interesting shade of white and green while Nana had sparkles in her eyes and was grinning broadly. The old man raises an eyebrow at their expressions before turning back to his little grand-daughter, he could no longer sense the flames, which probably meant that a seal has been placed and- was Nana on the phone right now?

"Papa! Oh, Papa! It's true! Tsu-chan has inherited the power of the Clow!" Nana was squealing into the receiver, her face flushed with excitement. An ecstatic smile upon her lips as she listened to whatever her father was talking to her. "Ah right, sorry, I meant Sakura." She giggles again.

Iemitsu raises an eyebrow at his wife's behaviour, but sighs in relief when he finally sees her smiling. When he had found out that their first child was a girl… he had reacted none too kindly and in doing so, upset his wife. But back to the topic at hand, it would appear that Timoteo took an interest in his child. Not that it was surprising, Tsunayoshi had managed to produce a pure sky flame despite her young age and it had been the purest they've ever seen in generations. Timoteo glanced at Iemitsu who was watching them with eyes that held a sliver of pride within them, the old man smiles before it fell from his face the moment he realizes that soon, he would be pulling the new father away from his family.

"Iemitsu." Timoteo calls, a wince visible as he stands up from his previous crouched position and hears the bones in his knees popping. Iemitsu snaps out of his stupor, rushing forth to help his boss into the living room, sliding the glass door shut behind them as Timoteo cradles his daughter in his arms. His daughter… His little tuna fish. Iemitsu smiles. He liked the sound of that.

"Iemitsu. We need to talk." It was with these words, those five words, when Iemitsu's happiness abruptly crumbled down.

It's been six years since that incident and six years since Tsunayoshi last saw her father. She supposed she didn't mind it. It wasn't as if she needed her father anyway, what with the man being adamant about not coming home and staying in Italy to protect his precious 'Famiglia'.

Oh she knows, her father had been less than discreet in his hiding places of his important documents after all. I mean literally, it was spread out across the living room's table for anyone in the world to see. Luckily, seven year old Tsunayoshi had gotten to those documents before her mother could. It took a while but the seven year old eventually figured out the documents, particularly through google translate and some Italian friends she had made online.

Finding out that her father was in a dangerous organisation was a little bit much to take in, but she managed it. Tsunayoshi was a mature child for her age. She wasn't a prodigy or anything, she just understood things better than some children her age and was hence, fearing for her life. While she trusted that Iemitsu was doing his job protecting them by remaining in Italy and not so much as sending a postcard home every blue moon. Tsunayoshi wanted to protect her airheaded mother, who would probably make a cup of tea for a burglar that had snuck into the house before sitting him down to chat.

This want proved to be unnecessary however, when Tsunayoshi came home from pre-school and was greeted with the terrifying sight of her mother covered from head to toe with red liquid and holding a knife stained with aforementioned red liquid, and an unconscious form of an assassin frothing at the mouth in fright.

Thankfully, it wasn't blood but tomato juice. Apparently, Nana had gotten it into her head to make a batch of tomato juice for their afternoon snack and had accidentally left the blender turned on while she cut up the ripe tomatoes that they harvested from Tsunayoshi's mini vegetable garden patch. So the red juice had splattered her with red liquid and it was with this image that the assassin had come upon and Nana had not taken too lightly to his threat of harming Tsunayoshi and had hit him with the blunt end of the knife.

Tsunayoshi didn't know whether to laugh or to facepalm at the ridiculous story. She compromised and laughed into her hand that rubbed her face in exasperation. Tsunayoshi took up Aikido and cheerleading, much to her parent's delight. Within three years, Tsunayoshi had obtained her black belt and was constantly sparring with the Dojo's favourite, Hibari Kyouya.

More often than not Tsunayoshi came home or went to cheerleading practice with a new array of bruises to show off the first few times she sparred with the older male. Even on a girl, the raven had shown no mercy and Tsunayoshi both respected and resented that despite her gender she was treated as an equal but damn, those bruises hurt! Hibari named her 'Little Omnivore' or 'squirrel' on the occasion the former became too much of a mouthful, when she came back alive for their next training session.

(Needless to say, Tsunayoshi garnered a lot of respect for having the guts to go back for a second round, and to have survived the first with only bruises.)

Tsunayoshi had average grades, save for home economics and Physical education which were both her best subjects, Math and science were her weakness, their grades always coming close to an F or D. All in all, a typical hands-on sort of student at school, and a filial child at home. However, there was something that made her different from the typical civilian child. It was not only her knowledge of the Italian mafia, but it also came in the form of a deck of cards that Tsunayoshi kept at her side at all costs.