#and how rin both resents it and takes advantage of it...

[mininji]

platonic! rin x reader :3

imagine being rin's online friend. you first interacted with each other during the onslaught of the 2020 lockdown, you were mutuals on twitter.

you first started replying to his tweets and that turned into you both dming each other about your similar interests. in the beginning, rin wasn't really keen on maintaining friends online - because what if they were weird people who would take advantage of him?

but maybe because of boredom and the isolation that came with that specific year, rin entertained your random messages. both of you never specified where the other was from so he was pretty sure your timezones were pretty close (if it wasn't, then why the hell were you ruining your sleep schedule for him?)

your interaction gets upgraded when you both started talking on discord, it was still the same conversations - just on different apps. you even made a whole server with just the two of you (in which he asked why, when you could have just...messaged normally)

you first heard the other's voice when you accidentally opened your microphone. a deep and accented voice scared you when they said 'your mic is on' (you almost ended it all /j)

cue the 'OHMYGOD YOU SOUND SO GOOD???' and the 'YOURE A GUY?' (in which he pestered you about assuming stuff when it was very obvious he was a guy lmao)

in the following months, you went back and forth with the other. updating what happens in your life and even telling each other your deepest secrets. there were times when you felt lonely so you had to type your feelings on the chatbox to which he consoled you (to his very best effort)

and honestly, you were pretty scared to have him back away from this friendship with how heavy your vents were to him. your guilt reached the point of even asking him to tell you anything too. and so, you knew about the 'resentment' he had for his brother while rin knew about the things you felt about yourself.

your connection grew so deep to the point you even followed each other on insta - this is where you saw each other's face. cue you going 'WHY IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE SO HANDSOME' (yes this is still platonic) and rin just going 'yeah ig ur okay' even though he was always the first to heart your pics when you posted :3

and yeah your connection even reached facebook (to which he never used but for you he did, for like a little while) and then there was tiktok, in which rin questions - 'do you even exit the app with how much tiktoks you're sending me?'

rin had to deal with your downbad/thirsty comments about fictional men, and he's like super speechless to the point he just sends a large thumbs up emoji. (he sometimes sends tiktoks back but most times it's just both of you yapping to each other..again.)

overall, you never imagined to find someone like rin who would match your vibes and you were glad you met him :P

[flowersforone]

So yeah, Yashahime’s first season ended last week and it was an experience. Overall my feelings are mixed, it’s nothing compared to the original manga but it’s not complete shit either. My main beef is how it kind of destroys the original happy ending, at least for Inuyasha and Kagome. The ending is perfect in terms of story telling, the themes of the story, and character development. Like those two worked so hard to be together and Inuyasha waited three years for her, and now you’re not going to have them raise their child. Come on those two deserve happiness, and Inuyasha deserves a family of his own.

 So I’m just going to admit that, that when I heard that Inuyasha was getting a sequel I sort of wanted or expected a mixture slice of life slash action-adventure. Basically like that bonus epilogue with ne-no-kubi, but with the kids being older. Like the original cast's kids are just starting to have adventures of their own, and they tag along to help and make sure the kids don't make the same mistakes they did. Sometimes they meddle in their lives, or are just embarrassing, and they might even argue, but despite all that they still love their kids. In the original series that gang was like a big semi-functional family, as much as they teased each other and argued they still were genuinely friends who cared for each other and I really wish Yashahime capitalized on that. Oh well I won’t hold that against it.

So umm I think that Yashahime could of been written in a way that still mostly preserves the happy ending, but there’s still a plot and shit. First off I’d make Moroha slightly older like 15-16ish, so there’s a more of a maturity gap between her and her cousins and she ends up as the sort of “middle child” of the new generation.   Inuyasha and Kagome could of raised Moroha until she was 12-3, and they suddenly disappear without a trace. She has some knowledge of their disappearance and she knows that it’s somehow linked to Sesshomaru, who she knows is her uncle. She also knows that she has cousins, and she and Setsuna would have already known each other, but the relationship would be muddled because of Setsuna’s memory loss. Obviously Sango and Miroku take Moroha in and help her as best they can, but she still goes into debt because she’s constantly training, she buys an exorbitantly expensive weapon or two and because she’s spending money to search for her parents. She doesn’t want to be a burden on her parent’s friends so she sets of on her own. This also means she’s instantly recognized by Kohaku and Hisui, and that she’s already friends with Kin’u and Gyukoto (who need more screentime.)

Anyway the series should start out with Moroha, because let’s be honest with ourselves how many of us watched Yashahime just because of her. She already a character the audience is emotionally invested in and that should be used to the writers advantage. But she’s not going to be the only main character, because Towa and Setsuna are going to be just as important.

Speaking of character I’d have Kin’u and Gyukoto have more important roles, because they’re adorable and having them with an extremely close bond would contrast with Setsuna and Towa’s relationship. It’s free angst and good for showing how different both sets of twins are.

I’d still have Setsuna and Towa be separated, but I’d definitely have Rin around raising them until the fire. That way she has a more active role in her daughter’s lives and then she would get sealed away trying to protect them or even Sesshoumaru. I’d make it so Rin choose to be sealed in the tree for a good reason.  Setsuna would still lose her memories and Towa would still remember both her sister and their mother. Which would give a little more substance to the conflict and give Towa multiple reasons to stay in the past. Not only does she need to restore Setsuna’s memories she also has or wants to find their mother. The girls would also know their father, and maybe Towa could have a few memories of them being all together. Sesshomaru wouldn’t be that close to his daughters, it would be more like when someone’s parent is in the military or is away for months at a time. (That dynamic is really hard to describe, but you’re close to them, but not really because they’re only like a part time parent.)This way Towa would love her father, but at the same time she resents him because he wasn’t always with his family and he wasn’t there for them when the fire happened and his family needed him. 

So Kirinmaru and Zero are still the strings that tie all this together into a neat package. Sesshomaru convinces Kirinmaru to leave his brother alone. Which is how Inuyasha is able to raise his daughter, but he’s only able to convince for so long before Inuyasha gets sealed away.  Which circles back to Moroha.

Yeah these are just some rough ideas, I might post more later because this is just the tip of the iceberg that is things I would change about Yashahime. Actually I might take these ideas and make them into a fanfic or something. It’s been ages since I wrote fanfic and even longer since I wrote any Inuyasha fanfic but It’s sure tempting. Or I could take the slice of life concept I mentioned earlier and make that into a fan fiction...because do I have plot ideas for that. Or both is good. I have to learn to focus on writing but eh.

[kusunogatari-a]

[ Return ] [ @abyssaldespair​ ] [ Uchiha Obito, Suigin Ryū ] [ Death mention ] [ Verse: White Hands of Healing ]

The summit isn’t for a few days. In the meantime, he has Danzō’s every move watched, waiting for the time to act. Logic tells him it can’t be until after the summit. After he makes his intentions known. Surely the coward will flee, try to make it back to Konoha…

But he won’t be making it back.

Sasuke is eager to exact his revenge upon part of the council that condemned Itachi. Obito will allow it. But this particular battle is one he’ll have to have a hand in. Danzō, after all, has a debt to pay to him, too.

For every blemish he left upon Ryū’s flesh, Obito will give him ten in turn...until he’s little more than a mangled mess of gore. The councilman has been a target for quite some time, given his method of operations. But never did Obito think the prospect would be so eagerly awaited.

Getting into the meeting isn’t easy. Testing Sasuke’s abilities for what’s to come, Obito lets him blaze a trail, but as always, the younger Uchiha is stubborn and too short-sighted. Nearly turned to dust by the Tsuchikage, it’s Obito who pulls his unconscious form to safety, addressing four of the five Kage in a moment he’s waited for for years.

Of course Danzō has fled, knowing of Sasuke’s intentions. But it’s his the coward had best be wary of.

As expected, they refuse his ultimatum...and he declares war, fading into his own dimension to find Karin tending to his accomplice. From there, it’s a matter of hunting the false Hokage.

They find him on the samurai bridge. Obito makes short work of his Root underlings - as much as he wants to make them pay as well, he decides to take them as insurance. Tossing them into his dimension...he then turns his attentions to Danzō.

Sasuke may not like his interference...but he’ll leave the councilman alive enough to let the younger Uchiha have his fill of violence.

Between the pair of them, Danzō stands no chance. With a rather spectacular finish...the bastard dies at last. Taking the body with intent to harvest Shisui’s eye, Obito leaves Sasuke to finish up. The eye, however, is destroyed...a pity. Kotoamatsukami would have been useful. And before he can head back to Ame to tie up Konan’s loose end and retrieve the Rinnegan at last...Zetsu reports that Sasuke is in trouble.

And of course, the trouble happens to be none other than his previous team. Including friend-killer Kakashi...and the Kyūbi.

Despite his intentions to leave the past in the past and look toward the perfect future...there’s still a stirring of resentment in him at seeing Kakashi. The man - boy - who killed Rin. Took his hope. Led him to this path.

And yet maybe he also has something to thank his teammate for.

But now is not the time to confront him - Obito is sure it will come during the war. For now, he takes a rather addled-looking Sasuke back to receive Itachi’s at-first refused eyes. Something must have happened during his absence to change the teen’s mind.

Once the operation is over, and Sasuke has little more to do than heal...it’s then he’s confronted by Kabuto...who reveals he knows he’s not Madara. An unexpected hiccup, but...to keep his plans in place, he agrees to the man’s terms, tentatively agreeing to work in tandem. It might work to his advantage, though...he’s far from happy someone has the power to revive the old bastard. With that settled, and finally finding a moment to himself, Obito decides to make one last stop before returning to Ame.

He told her he’d come back when the deed was done.

...he can only hope she’ll be more whole than when he left her.

Though he’s only been there once, Obito makes the jump to the ruins of her home village on his first try. Today, the valley is foggy - so much so, he can barely see ten feet from his face. A gentle rain pours, soaking into the shoulders of his cloak as he follows the worn road. Ahead, yet unseen, he can sense her chakra. Though still muted from its previous vibrance, it’s brighter than before. A small hope sparks in his chest.

As the manor looms from the mist, the weather seems to lift ever so slightly. Coiled nearby, keeping a watchful eye, is a rain-dappled Suigin. A silver orb moves in its socket to look to him, but she offers no comment.

Sitting along the edge of the front first floor balcony, dressed in a downy grey yukata with bare feet hanging from the edge, is Ryū. A cup of tea is held in hands atop her lap, gaze distant as she looks lost in thought. Though not quite as gaunt as before, there’s still an odd frailness to her frame, a heavy exhaustion in her posture.

And then she sees him.

Slowly, eyes widen. Unfurling from her melancholy like a drying bloom given water, Ryū brightens as much as her body will allow. A hand sets her tea aside upon the engawa, and - without anything else holding her back - she finds her way to her feet with intentions to run.

Intentions which, apparently, she can’t quite yet achieve.

Before she can collapse, Obito flickers to her side, earning a soft sound of surprise as he simply scoops her from her feet. Arms find a tentative hold around his neck, and pale cheeks flush a pretty, startled pink. “O-oh!”

“You should be resting,” he murmurs, giving her a look.

Her head ducks sheepishly. “...I know. I just...got ahead of myself.” Softening, she burrows her brow to the crook of his neck. “...I missed you so much…”

“...and I, you.”

Without a word, Suigin rises with a rustle of scales, stalking off into the trees and leaving the pair alone.

“...I think she’s giving us a little privacy,” Ryū giggles wispily.

Obito gives a hum in reply, taking her previous seat and keeping her atop his lap. Even so, his grip is careful. “...how are you feeling?”

“Much better. Still...a little shaky, but I’m doing well. Suigin-sama has been very...attentive.”

At her tone, he perks a brow.

“...maybe a little stifling,” she adds, giving a demure smile.

Another hum. Now that he’s here...he’s not sure what to say.

In the silence, Ryū lets her eyes fall, expression following suit. “...she and Fubuki told me what happened. What you did. And...I wanted to apologize.”

...he’s so stunned, he can’t muster the words to refute her.

“I know I must have worried you so badly. They told me you came for me. I...I knew you would. I just...clung onto that, and waited, and -!”

“Ryū.” Obito cuts off her rambling with the single syllable. He cups her cheek, still tinged yellow from a fading bruise. Only a few small scars mar her face - one along a brow, another through her top lip, a burn along her jaw. But no matter their size, they still bring a weight to his chest. “...there isn’t a damn thing I want you to apologize for. Nothing. It’s me who should be begging your forgiveness. I let this happen, I -”

Her head shakes in his hold. “...we both knew there were risks. And I don’t want you to feel guilty, Tobi. I knew what could happen, and I kept on anyway. I was willing to take that chance. Because...I don’t think there’s a pain anyone else could give me that would be greater than losing you.”

A lump in his throat cuts off any retort.

She gives a soft smile. “...please don’t feel bad. I told you before - I’ve had more happiness with you than I have the rest of my life before meeting you. And to me, that’s worth any price. Did shishō tell you about...about the numbing?”

“...she did.”

“I hardly felt a thing! Only...well, only when my chakra would run out. But they were usually almost finished by then. I just had to pretend so they wouldn’t catch on. So really, it wasn’t that bad.”

He gawks at her. “...you were tortured…! Ryū, you -!”

“I was. But I just knew I had to be patient. I had to wait them out. Because...I knew you’d find me.”

“If not for me, they’d never had taken you at all…”

“...true. But Tobi -”

“If I knew there’d be no consequences...if no one else would ever find out what we had, and condemn you for it...it would be best for me to leave.”

Ryū’s face goes slack. “...b-but…”

“...but...there’s no turning back now. And I have to take responsibility for this. This, and anything else that might happen because of me.”

“Tobi, I -!”

“And,” he cuts in, tone losing its edge and lowering. His hand guides her forward until their brows brush. “...maybe despite my logic...I don’t want to let you go. Selfish, isn’t it?”

“If that’s true...then I’m just as guilty,” is her murmured reply. “Besides...hasn’t this all been rather selfish from the start…?”

Obito can’t help a soft snort. “...I suppose you’re right.” Silence falls for a time, the pair of them simply taking in the presence of the other. But eventually, he can’t help but ask, “...how are you, really?”

“...I’m tired,” Ryū admits. “More tired than I’ve been in my life. Suigin-sama says it’s from the toxin. It’s meant to keep the victim physically weakened. And since I missed the next day’s antidote when you brought me here, it did a bit more damage than it had been doing. But she says I just need rest.”

“...and your wounds?”

“Almost all mended!” Shifting, she rolls up a sleeve, baring a myriad of marks. “...she had to work fast, so...the scars are a bit more noticeable than they could have been, but I don’t mind. It’s just tougher tissue.”

Hesitantly, almost as though afraid he’ll reopen them, Obito gently grips the limb and brushes a thumb over the blemishes, raised and ragged from the rest of her skin. A lump settles in his throat he has to swallow before speaking. “...was anything broken?”

“No...everything was more superficial. I...don’t know how long I was there, but they must not have reached that point before you came.”

He gives a curt breath, but doesn’t retort. “...you should be able to go back to Konoha soon. The man who did this is dead.”

To his honest surprise, she doesn’t really react. “...I see. Dan..zō?”

“Yes. Leader of an unofficial group of ANBU-level shinobi. And temporary Rokudaime, while Tsunade is comatose. Given that his operations weren’t sanctioned by the village, I’m willing to bet no one else knew of whatever accusations were made against you. In a few days, we’ll see about getting you back home.” Of course, the little house had been in shambles, torn apart by Ryū’s struggle against Root. “...we’ll have to find an alibi for you. Perhaps claim a kidnapping you’ve since been saved from.”

Her brow furrows. “...what about the shinobi under his command? Will they tell anyone about me?”

“...I don’t know. Root officer loyalty is mostly forced, though a few were truly devoted to the man. Given how things are going...I’m not sure they’ll have time to bother with you. With Danzō dead, there’s going to be enough for them to deal with. And if things look dour...you can always come back here.”

“...I guess so.”

Another pause falls between them, each lost in their own thoughts. Obito still can’t help but question if his presence will do more harm than good...but for now, he has a debt to pay, regardless of her refusal. Sighing heavily, he embraces her more fully, practically enveloping her. “...I’m just so glad you’re alive...”

Pinned against his chest, Ryū softens. “...I’m all right.”

“No, you’re not.”

“...but I will be.”

He only gives a curt hum in response.

“...can you stay very long…?”

...he shouldn’t. If the war is to begin, he needs to eliminate Konan, and take back the Rinnegan. “...for a little while. Not long. I have something pressing to attend to.”

“Oh…”

“Besides,” Obito replies, letting his tone deepen slightly. “You’re still healing. I don’t want to hurt you…”

Cheeks flare red, giving his chest a reprimanding slap. “T-that’s not what I meant!”

He chuckles, hardly feeling her beratement. “I’m teasing you. But yes, I can stay - only a little while. Is there something you wanted?”

“Not...specifically…” Ryū avoids his eyes. “...I just...don’t want you to turn around and leave so fast. I miss you…”

Still hearing the exhaustion in her tone, Obito thinks for a moment before suggesting, “...how about a nap?”

“But then you’ll leave while I’m asleep.”

“And then I’ll be back again soon.” He’s going to be busy...but maybe one last time before things pick up. Just to be sure she’s on the mend.

That she’ll make it to the end.

“...okay,” is her quiet reply, giving another squeak as he stands with her in his arms. Already knowing the way, he takes her to the manor’s master quarters and sets her along one side of the bed. Unable to stay for long, he only shrugs out of his cloak before laying atop the sheets beside her, curling protectively.

Ryū gives a quiet giggle. “Are you my turtle shell…?” she asks, clearly addled.

He snorts against her hair, allowing a hint of a smile. “...I suppose I am.”

“Mm…” Already she’s fading fast. “...then...nothing can touch me…”

“...nothing at all.”

It’s not long before Ryū concedes to sleep, body eager to rest. Even so, Obito lingers a while longer, slowly tracing over whatever scars he can reach as rain hums against the manor.

In a way, now...they match. But no matter the scarred skin, to him, she’ll always be beautiful.

Eventually, he pries himself away, giving her one last kiss upon the temple and watching her lips curl. He takes up his coat, moving back down the stairs only to see the sage, again in her human guise.

“Fubuki has just returned from Konoha. Tsunade has awoken.” Eyes glance as though able to see her student through the ceiling. “...tomorrow, I will take Ryū back and weave my story to the Godaime. Hopefully my presence will deter the bastard’s followers from bothering her further. But surely there is more for them to worry about.” She looks back to him, gaze unyielding. “...apparently...a war has been announced by a masked man of Akatsuki.”

Obito stares back, having no reply.

“...I will tell her nothing. I cannot know if she will learn more herself. To me, the only thing that matters is your debt...I will not dash at her happiness. At the very least, this will likely make her a far lesser priority, so long as no one seeks to use her as leverage. I will attempt to undermine their suspicions of her connection to you alongside our alibi. Perhaps that will be enough to dissuade them.”

“...thank you.”

“If you seek her again after tomorrow, you’d best go to Konoha first. She will likely be there, unless I find threat enough to take her back. Should something else go awry...you know where to take her.”

“I do.” After a pause, Obito swallows his pride and gives the beast woman a deep bow. “...thank you for doing what I could not.”

Suigin considers him. “...I suppose I must say the same.”

Rising and giving a curt nod, he phases back into his other dimension. Determination clenches fists at his side. He’s almost there.

“...to Ame, then.”

     OKAY so I actually got this done in...relatively good time, woo!      Dunno if anyone will really notice beyond Meg and angel, but I took down the drabble ‘Reality’ cuz...I’m a dumb and mixed up the order of Konan’s death, and Danzō’s. So it was in the wrong spot, AND because of Stolen being canon now, I have a few details to change in it anyway. So the next post will seem a bit familiar, but with changes! It’ll be up as soon as I get the edits done~      As for THIS one...it’s a wee bit short, and maybe a bit tame compared to the one before =‘D But Meg was right, it was good to have some follow up, especially leading back into Reality once I get that revamped. So this is sort of an intermission drabble. There’ll be more in the repost, I promise lol      And I guess that’s...all there really is to say? Not much left to this, I think. Ryū, in WHoH, doesn’t really have much involvement in the war. Especially now that she’s a little hecked up. So we might, depending on what Meg wants to do, go from Reality to...the tentatively last one? We’ll see! Tho something tells me someone doesn’t want it to be over, me included xD      *skips off to finish my edits*