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It is known to the well educated mind that every action has its consequences.
The natural flow of energy and souls that held up the fabric of reality was a delicate weave. Easily manipulated, but just as easily able to mess right back with those that try to defy its predestined path.
Like the butterfly effect. Everything one does, has a counter effect. No good deed goes unpunished.
By trying to save his oldest brother from his murderous father, Niklaus Mikaelson set off the delicate fabric of reality and left an echo in its weave.
Finn Mikaelson was a man born to a smothering, overly controlling mother and a Viking, a barbarian, as a father. He had shielded his siblings as well as he could from their influence, taking most of his parents' attention onto himself in a sneaky, sly way that allowed him to still remain with some pride. Even if he failed at times and watched his siblings suffer under the cruel hands of his sire. It was hard on his psyche, but at least his siblings could have a halfway decent try at a childhood.
Taking all that into consideration, and the fact that Mikael relentlessly hunted his children for the abominations they have become, it was an undeniable fact in the weave of reality that Finn Mikaelson would be the one to fall at his father’s hand.
A dagger through the heart haltet this. It sent waves through the fabric of reality. The moment he desiccated and fell into the void of unconsciousness, just waiting to be freed from his wooden prison by his siblings, was the one point in time when the actions of an immortal had indiscriminately caused the weave of the universe to pause and race to fix itself.
It traced its steps back, following the unique tread of one Original vampire and- blinked.
The cursed hybrid had unintentionally found a way to circumvent the weave. By daggering the almost suicidal oldest Mikaelson brother, Niklaus had haltet the very fabric of reality in its inevitable weave of fate. No longer did the death of the oldest Mikaelson fit the weave, but his existence was also not beneficial to the fate this reality was destined for.
Reality, the weave and fabric of all that is, stilled. They were a young universe, only just having started a few hundred thousand millennium’s ago. This was not something in their jurisdiction, so they reached out to a higher being than themselves. The one above all.
In a single moment in time, a whole universe stood under the scrutinizing eyes of its god. Every weave and every tread that made it into what it is stood under judgment, until its creator let up and reached back to a new component meant to fix what had gone wrong.
A tiny, insignificant seeming soul on the cusp of leaving its own reality to make the journey to the well of souls was snatched away and inserted into a new one. A fix and a means to an end. A new fate for a universe too young to perish yet.
And so, as was only right, the god of creation took a hold of its child and wove the fabric of reality anew.
It took the better part of four centuries for the world to change.
None of its inhabitants knew it, but the second that the eldest Mikaelson was daggered and as such prevented from dying at the hands of his father as he was meant to, fate changed. It wasn’t a fast change. No. It took time and care to weave and settle this new element into a universe so different from its original one.
Had the siblings of one Finn Mikaelson bothered to look at their oldest brother in those first few centuries for more than a few seconds at a time, they would have felt the subtle change in the aura he gave off even while daggered.
They hadn’t and as such, the change went unnoticed.
Finn Mikaelson was more than before. He spent years floating in the black void that was his unconscious mind. The loneliness and the despair were only just overtaken by the bittersweet feeling of betrayal he felt at his brother’s actions. He clung to anything that would bring even a sliver of light into his dark world.
The emptiness and cold got to him like nothing ever did. No amount of pleading nor any amount of screaming into the void brought him nearer to an escape from his eternal loneliness. For what felt like an eternity, he had given up on the chance of there ever being anything but the void around him.
When he saw the orange flame burning so blindingly bright a little ways away from him, he did everything in his might to make his way towards it, longing and hope swelling in his desperate heart. The moment he finally touched the glorious light, it burst into a myriad of other colorful flames, orange remaining strong and dominant even as he was engulfed by the seven flames.
Finn closed his eyes under the onslaught of memories that crashed into his mind, struggling to remain aware while his very being inevitably changed.
He never stood a chance.
Finn Mikaelson burned.
A clumsy little boy, no more than five years old, playing in the backyard of a picturesque cookie cutter neighborhood House.
Two men. One old and one in his prime. Calculating eyes watching as an innocent little flame was smothered. Greed and jealousy triumphed over the heart, and a small child was left cold and unbalanced in the world, cut off from what made him so precious and unique.
Years spent stumbling through the motions. The permanent cold in growing bones, and the silent screaming in his heart, unheard by those that knew him since childhood. No friends, no warmth.
And then, a Baby. A crazy baby with a fedora. Pain, unimaginable pain as something in him burst for a brief time and warmth he has been missing for long, long years flooded his being before he was cut off from it again.
Friends made in the heat of battle, enemies turned into allies by a gentle hand and empathy to their plight. Years spent fighting against a system of greed and blood. Kindness and love persevering as a kingdom of darkness dissolved under his reign.
Pain. Loss. A coffin and a desperate plan to solve it all.
Waking up in the past. Kind hands turning unmercifully against enemies, ripping out the darkness in swats of blood, determined to take out those that hurt the balance he now saw was necessary.
Death. A deep satisfaction for the work he has done. A proud and just legacy for his grown children to uphold. A careful balance of light and darkness, protected by a generation made aware of its need.
The light of an all encompassing Sky going out. And then, a meeting of the souls, and the inevitable merge of two beings.
Fate was weaved in a unique pattern that day.
The new weave of the universe took four centuries to settle. During that time, Finn Mikaelson burned.
He burned in his mind. He burned himself on flames so pure that his Vampire physiology had no other choice but to change, the magic that made him what he was molding itself into the new shape desired by the fates. Darkness became light and light became darkness. A careful balance of ‘good’ and ‘evil’, a chance at a new beginning.
The merge was a painful process. Finn lived through the life of one Tsunayoshi Sawada and Tsunayoshi Sawada lived through the life of one Finn Mikaelson. They shared sorrows and joys, they celebrated life and mourned the possibilities of what could’ve been. They screamed out in agony as the precious people of each other were lost to them, they cried in relief when they managed to defy destiny and save their precious ones. They hurt and they healed. They loved.
And through new eyes, they saw things they had not seen before. The malicious plots made by parents, the painful decisions made by friends and siblings, the love of a sibling, the false love of women out for their own benefit. They forgave and let old hurts rest. But they never forgot.
Each wound opened served its purpose. When they stood before each other at the end of all, they met eyes, understanding and warmth pulsing through their souls. Acceptance of their fate and joy for a new beginning suffused their beings.
One touch was all it took for the blinding Flames of the Sky to take a hold of them once again. They burned. A beautiful rainbow signifying change and new beginnings.
And still they were trapped. Five hundred years longer than necessary, stopping Finn’s body from transforming as it was meant to.
Their Harmony was delayed.
Elijah moved from one sibling to another. Rebekah was the easiest one. She only required a short explanation and two blood bags, even if her dramatic words made him want to smile. Kol, on the other hand, needed a few blood bags and to be read in by Rebekah. He could see the bloodlust in his youngest brother, the hurt and feeling of betrayal. Elijah would make sure Kol had the chance to give Niklaus a piece of his mind.
Lastly, Elijah moved to his oldest sibling.
Finn.
He never thought he would get the chance to free his brother from his centuries long slumber. Elijah and Finn might not be on the best of terms, none of them really got along with their big brother, but he was family. It was with great elan that he approached his elder brother’s coffin. He could hear the others in the background, but all his attention was on Finn’s coffin.
How long had he wished to free him? How often had he begged Niklaus to let their brother wake up from his slumber? Too often and far too long. Niklaus would see reason soon enough, and Finn would help him do it. His volatile brother had always looked up at their older brother, seeing more in Finn than they ever could.
With anticipation thrumming through his long dead heart, Elijah opened his older brother’s coffin and was greeted by the sleeping face of Finn. His brother’s clothes were half rotten from the centuries, the style something Elijah could still vividly remember as it had gained the attention of quite a few lady’s back in the day. Elijah’s hand carefully wound around the handle of the dagger, a gentleness taking hold of him that so rarely showed itself.
He was a man of control. Elijah controlled his instincts and urges, he portrays himself as a noble man and gentleman to the outside world. Gentleness, true gentleness and not that which he portrays to outsiders of his family, so rarely came to the foreground. So as he gazed at his long slumbering brother and for the first time in centuries truly felt warmth and love in his heart, Elijah carefully took the dagger out of his older brother’s chest and waited.
While he waited, Elijah let his eyes roam over his brother’s slack face. He noticed things he hadn’t seen before. Little details he hadn’t seen nor taken notice of because of his own personal drama and that of Niklaus.
In his half-rotten clothes, under all those layers, Finn had a slim build. Their eldest had always had a charming, yet fierce air of elegance around him, more so than even mother, but now that Elijah looked at his brother, he wondered how they didn’t notice that it was stress which made their brother look so bitter and durr.
As he waited for his brother to wake, Elijah felt guilt take a hold of his heart. Nine hundred years. That’s how long he left his brother to his plight; trapped, unable to do anything to free himself.
Finally, after long minutes of waiting, Elijah saw the moment his older brother came out of his long slumber. It wasn’t with a gasp for air like Rebekah, nor was it dramatic like Kol. No, Finn only took a deep, unnecessary breath before his eyes fluttered open.
Instead of grief shadowed brown eyes, soft hazelnut brown eyes with a hint of amber opened to the world. Elijah, however, was more concerned with the fact that his older brother wasn’t springing from the coffin like their younger siblings.
Finn had been in that coffin for 900 years. Why wasn’t he starving for blood?
Finn, or what could still be considered Finn after he merged with Tsunayoshi, gazed down at the blood bag in his hands.
His body felt stiff. It was desiccated from literally hundreds of years spent daggered in a coffin, but the warm Sky Flames flowing through his body and his strong resolve allowed him to move even as his body screamed for sustenance. The hunger still clawed at the back of his throat, threatening to overwhelm him and take over his frail body, but Finn/Tsunayoshi had not been the leader of the Cosa Nostra for decades because of luck.
His resolve and power was what made it possible for him and his guardians to wash away the blood in the Vongola Famiglia. Not all of it, but most. He had fought tooth and nail for it and sacrificed more than he was willing to, in the end, but it was done.
He had willpower in spades. His pure and bright Sky Flames were a testimony for that.
Finn could still hear his siblings talking with each other, discussing their next steps, until Elijah spoke up and silenced Kol’s protests and Rebekah’s snide words. In the meantime, he opened the blood bag with stiff-feeling but deft fingers and took a small sip of blood. The taste seemed oddly sweet and flavourful, not too much but enough to make it taste better than he thought.
It wasn’t something he had paid too much attention to when he was only Finn, but now he was Finn&Tsunayoshi and nothing made one as attentive as being the most wanted mafioso for decades. All the same, it wasn’t a bad taste, but also not something he found himself going crazy for, no matter how much his Vampire body screamed for it.
Almost leisurely, Finn finished his Blood Bag. He could feel the gazes of his siblings and their confusion. Finn knows they had expected him to be angrier, to act more depressed and such, but he was not just Finn now and should he ever dare to fall into some unbecoming behavior for a Mafia Don, he was sure that Reborn would find a way to travel through dimensions to re-educate him. Though, he didn’t need it, since he very much liked the man he had become in his life as Tsunayoshi Sawada, Tenth Don of the Vogola Famiglia.
Now it was time he started this new chapter in his life, and maybe, just maybe, he’d find worthy Guardians in this world too. Favorably, some that would not die in a few decades.
He made his way towards the clothes his brother had prepared for them. There was not much of a selection, even if everything was clearly from high brands, but he settled for the dark gray suit pants and a white polo shirt for now. The black dress shoes went well with the look he wanted portrayed, so he took that too. Then he turned towards Elijah and spoke for the first time in nine hundred years.
“Where can I refresh myself?”
Going by their looks, he had done something unexpected. Finn wondered what that could have been. He’d talked in their mother language and he hadn’t said any unnecessary words, so if there was something then it had to do with how he held himself. All the same, Elijah composed himself sooner than the others, as was so often the case, and referred him to the bathroom down the hall.
He didn’t waste any time and took a quick shower, detangling his shoulder long hair after literal centuries. Looking through the cabinets, he found some Hair Care products and used them to care for his neglected hair. Not that it would remain like that for long. Once he let his Flames finally manifest, quite a few things about his body would change.
Finn didn’t expect his siblings to care all too much about what would happen to him, after all, they had let him rot away in a coffin for nine hundred years. As soon as he has gotten his own piece across to Niklaus, Finn would make his way out into the world and probably roam until he found Guardians.