UURRGGHE THIS WAS TOO PERFECT TO PASS UP

but yes please enjoy this fanfic of a fanfic where i may fail to emulate tsuna but for my own benefit lets just say reborn and a few others taught him how to be vague as hell as he grew up okay? okay.

god, there are stars in your eyes was too cute and perfect, how could i not make a fanfic?

also hello metronome-san, here's what i have. i think i laid the 'mystery' thing a bit too thick, and i cant change much because it might change a lot of lines in the paragraphs...nevertheless, i hope you enjoy!

[Disclaimer: I don't own anything, not even the concept of ...uhh... Seer!Tsuna? idk what to call him in this instance, but I don't own him or the concept of him. The concept belongs to Metronome I hear and the characters belong to their respective people.]

He remembered once. Eyes that held a thousand and more stars. The chained sun.

The storm clouds ever so drifting, closer closer closer to him. His pack.

Tsubasa Li had been born a strange child. That much, the house maidens could admit. It was present in his mannerisms, and his words! His words were truly strange. Glossy as of they were speaking to fragile glass. Airy like the whispers of the wind.

Tsubasa's parents were concerned, to a point. Li Syaoran knew who his son was. Was going to become. He himself was a clone, after all. His wife, Sakura, had agreed, truly strange, wasn't it? To be riddled with such mind boggling sentences, though Tsubasa never revealed his answers. They loved him, that much was true, but...he was strange. Different.

They worried for the future.

"Mother? Father? Your cries of worry transcend to the places beyond..."

Syaoran whipped his head around, spotting Tsubasa peeking from behind the doorstep.

"Places...beyond?" Sakura murmured, confused. "Tsubasa, you've only ever spoken in riddles. I'm afraid we don't understand." A yawn broke the gentle tone she used, having been getting ready to sleep before this.

Tsubasa smiled, so secretive to his parents' eyes. What was he thinking about? "Yes," he answered. "Places beyond. They were once part of each other, so long ago, but fabrics are torn apart and used, are they not?" the boy tilted his head, as if his sentence made any sense.

But, but. Syaoran felt...something. If it weren't for his experiences with his father, Fukitaka, he might've never acted on it, but..."Son, come here," he patted his bed, the space between him and his beloved. Tsubasa smiled, eyes sparkling.

The boy rushed over to them, accepting his mother's warmth. 'The blossom blooms with the warmth of the sun,' he thought happily, settling between them.

"Can you tell us more?" he asked. His wife shot him a questioning look, and he gave her one in return. She nodded, smiled warmly, and nudged Tsubasa.

"Oh, well..."Tsubasa said. How to phrase this? "The fae have constantly been chittering, you see."

His parents nodded. "And, well, they tell me things, when I don't understand what I see."

"Can you tell us what you do see?"

Tsubasa thought it over. "Ah, many things, mother. The chiming of the bells, old and ancient but never resting, pleading for release as butterflies flutter. The shattering of glass, as well. The tearing of fabric, when places cease to be, or are transformed into the pitfalls of Ragnarok."

Syaoran listened carefully. What really caught his mind were the chiming of bells, and the tearing of fabric. That sounded much too ominous to be ignored. He usually indulged his son with his riddles, because it made his son happy, to have people listen to him. He could give that much. But, he never, not once since Tsubasa since learned to speak, had he tried to understand.

It...his words sounded much too like Yuuko. The Witch. The woman whose name was whispered like myth across the worlds...the Dimensional Witch, Yuuko Ichihara. Speaking in riddles only solved by the most knowledgeable of minds, by those who knew how to bend back and...look through something at a different angle?

"Is...is there something you're trying to tell us?" he asked. Tsubasa hummed. There. A spark. He knew his wife felt it too. They grew worried. It had come from Tsubasa, but it didn't feel like magic. It was something else. A warmth flaring in the winter cold. A star? No, no, it could not be. A complete oddity.

After a moment, Tsubasa replied. "Many have spoken, but are never heard. Many hear, but they do not listen. Many feel, but they fall short of understanding."

His parents stayed silent. "I have watched many interesting things, but none as interesting as you, and as Fortuna would have it, myself. That of which was removed, never there, such a fickle thing. They see, but do they remember? Once we are reset, what will be left?"

"...can you give us time to think about this?" his mother asked. He smiled, sad but understanding. "Of course. If you happen to pass the cherry tree in the world Between, do be sure to take a moment. It might come." She nodded. "May I sleep next to you?" he asked Syaoran.

"We'll always welcome you, Tsubasa," the man replied. He encircled his arms around his son, and together with his wife.

As Tsubasa slept, they sent worried looks to the other.

'What is he talking about? The World Between? Between...between what? The only world she had any knowledge of was...was...'

"The world of dreams," Sakura whispered. Their eyes widened, as if realization had struck them. "Our son was talking about the world of dreams."

"But," Syaoran protested. "How on earth is that possible? He's not supposed to..."

"I think," Sakura replied, voice shaking. "I think our son may be a dreamseer."

"That's...how would that happen? We met him in Tokyo, and he did not seem as such. You spent a while with him after that, right? Did he seem like he could see in dreams?"

Sakura shook her head, lightly brushing her fingers tenderly in Tsubasa's hair. "I was not as close to him then, to prevent him from making the wrong choice. I couldn't tell."

'I wish I had, I could've learned more about our son that way,' her mind traitorously whispered. No. She couldn't think like that, it would only cause more problems.

"But if he had, things would surely be different. What makes it so strange now?" she wondered.

Syaoran looked as if he was swallowing a pill dry. "I have a theory...one that might change things from here on out. Maybe they already have," he told her, glancing at his son. He didn't know what to think of this. It should be going according to before, but he really couldn't deny something had changed.

[ALSO UH I'm not going to emulate how the original fanfic was written. I can't and don't have the ability to do that! I'm just putting my own spin on this, and have some fun. Granted I have at least five others that need writing...uhhh...maybe more than that, last I counted i have at least more than ten unpublished fanfics.]