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javiersprincess · 2 years ago

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𝚬𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝚶𝐔𝐑 𝐘𝚶𝐔𝐍𝐆.

tags: 18+ minors dni, stepcest, fingering, squirting, corruption, virginity, infidelity, overstimulation, mention of m! receiving oral but does NOT happen...ayato calls himself your father and calls you his daughter because he’s a freak!! mot actually related. age gap mentioned, arranged marriage.

synopsis: i’m starving, darling. let me put my lips to something. let me wrap my teeth around the world - when your mother marries a man one year your senior you begin something that will last an eternity.

When you return, you find out your mother was to marry the Yashiro Commissioner, Kamisato Ayato and that your families were to be joined - you only took the news with a stiff smile and a nod to your head. With the passing of your father, the relationship between you and your mother dissipated into something sour and mist-like. She wasn’t always like this, maybe your father was the only thing in the world that could make her happy but when he left this world it seems so did the person she was once, all that was left is the vapid and vain shell of a woman you’ve never met before.

This world gives and this world takes, it took your father away and gave you the beginnings of the next phase of your life.

One where you have to call a man one year your senior father, who married a woman only enough to be his mother. The wedding ceremony was fast and happened in a blur, something so unlike the rest of the world created by Inazuman customs and it’s only when you move into the Kamisato estate is when you finally have a moment with your stepfather and mother. It appears Lord Kamisato has set his foot down to have quality time as a family. His little sister, Lady Ayaka is a beacon of shining purity just like what the rumors say and her company is pleasant to put it lightly. Thoma is kind, and understanding of what this feels like, familiar with the experience of acclimating to this specific household.

Dinner is a meal most familiar to you, warm towels for your hands - tea with pickled vegetables is served first before the heavier courses of rice and meats, for now, your miso soup grows cold as you just stare at the murky contents that reflect your mind. Only your mother is eating her meal as if this was the conclusion of a normal day, and you find that Ayato also leaves his food untouched. Tentatively, your eyes rise from the cutlery on the table to meet his - and you find it hard to look away. The young Lord Kamistato has always been heard to be handsome, it is the whisper that leaves every heiress and matchmaker’s lips but you find that such remarks fade to nothing when in the presence of such beauty in the flesh. His eyes are the same soft violet of the lightning Her Excellency controls and the mole on his lip is like an inverted moon, the mark calling your eyes among the white skin of his glass skin.

Your eyes widen, flinching on your cushion when his eyes flickered to your mother's look to what’s before him and then they look up at yours.

You are seen.

How terrifying is that?

A small smile graces his face, blooming like a sakura petal and it feels like you’ve seen spring for the first time in your life. He says your name, it sounds poetic when he speaks the characters that make up the sacred name you were given at your birth. He makes conversation with you, and you find yourself smiling while actually eating - he asks about your studies, what cultural affairs you’ve mastered, and which season you like best. You fail to see how your mother watches this exchange, eyes narrowed in a venomous stare at how you quietly laugh at his quips and wit. Dinner comes and goes, all the way the coldness your mother regards you does not thaw or melt - it’s as if her heart has frozen since the day her husband was buried and nothing could change the everlasting winter that lived within her body.

It is like this when the dinner ends and she leaves first, leaving her plates there for Thoma to clean up and she stalks to her shared room with the Lord of the House and Ayato frowns, for once looking like his age and no longer like the master everyone expects him to be since the loss of his own parents. The atmosphere that was once pleasant, and almost happy faded the moment your mother stepped away from the dining room, and now the air is tense with all things unsaid.

“I’m sorry about her, my mother…she - she has not been the same since my father’s death. Please don’t hold this against her.” You say, voice quiet and polite in the way you’ve been taught to speak since you could walk. Ayato turns to look at you, and you shiver in your seat again as you are trapped by those lovely eyes once again. Is this what a butterfly on a corkboard feels like? You find his gaze terrifying as it is lovely.

“It’s quite alright, I hope you don’t mind me speaking plainly but this was an advantageous match for me. I have no intentions of loving your mother, like the way your father did. I do not think there will ever be another man for your mother that could fill the hole of a husband as he could.” He explains, wiping his mouth with a napkin in the smooth and pristine way men of his class only could and you find yourself nodding.

“You would be correct in that assumption. She was changed much by the loss of my father and I understand this was arranged, all that I can ask is that you take care of her to the best of your abilities. I pray that is not too much to ask.” You say, inclining your head to show your respect to him, both as the husband to your mother and as the master of your new home. You can’t see how this makes him ball his fists under the table, knuckles growing white at your soft and delicate speech. Your mother was known for her ways, grief made her lose all her wits, and many men find her not to be a respectable match despite the wealth she carries both from her own blood and that of her previous husband. It is because of how she carries herself it has made many men, many fine suitors turn their eyes away from you despite how well of a match you would make for another man. Mayhaps that is why he took this match, you now being…his daughter in the legal sense could make you find a good match, and take you away from your mother and her wretchedness.

He blames his sympathy for women on his little sister, finds much of her traits that people love in you, and wants to sponsor your own growth so you may grow into a finer woman than you already are.

“Of course, and please do understand that I will take care of you in any capacity. I understand that me being your father may be uncomfortable for you but I do believe that every young woman should have a male figure that she could rely on entirely. I will do my best to fill such a role for you in the most respectful capacity. I do not wish to replace your father, I just want you to know I am here for you in any way you would like me to be.” He explains, rising from his position as head of the table and reaching out a hand to help you rise from your own seat.

He lets you fit your arm into the crook of his elbow and begins to lead you away from the dining room and to the bed chambers part of the manor and he nods when he sees Thoma once again taking the cutlery away. Ayato finds it difficult to walk faster, your company is so sweet it reminds him of the red bean mochi his mother made for him on his 12th birthday before she grew too frail to see him for his 13th. Your perfume fills his senses on the last turn to your new room, it sweetly makes its way past his cheek when you tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, and he finds his eyes tracing the line of your neck as you turn to bid him goodnight with a smile.

You step into your room, and the shoji board slides shut marking the end to a moment he truly wished was a moment more eternal. He makes to turn and makes his way to his own bed chambers he shares with your mother, and the towering castle of Tenshukaku is all he sees. In a moment of pure weakness as he will call this moment when morning comes and he prays - prays to his god that is most closest onto heaven and prays that you could be his rather than the woman in his bed.

The night does not go well for you, despite being dressed in your favorite sleeping yukata - the fabric of soft and loose against your body and does nothing to aid you in sleeping tonight. You think of your mother, of your father, and of Ayato. You fall into a trance of almost sleep and almost awake, every time you nod off you would wake to the image of your mother shouting at you and how Ayato smiled at you. Sitting up from your futon you sigh, bringing your hands to your face and shaking your head as the all too familiar stinging in your eyes makes embarrassment fill you from the inside out.

The only thing that soothes you in times like these was a stroll through the gardens of your home, counting the petals of the tsubaki when they are in bloom but this isn’t your home and you don’t know if there will be tsubaki petals to count when you arrive to the beautiful gardens you saw when you had first arrived. The moon is full, high in the sky, and through the shoji boards that make up your window you can see the branches of the tree in the gardens move in the gentle wind almost as if it waves you, beseeching you to see the garden in all its glory and who are you to deny what is asked of you? The manor looks different in the dark than in the light of day, no candles are here to guide you but the moon and you find yourself on the porch looking out at the blue flowers that glow in the night with a soft small.

The natural beauty of the world always soothes you in a way nothing else can and it can be seen in the smile you wear as bright and as high as the moon in the sky that watches over you. You are so entranced you don’t hear the footsteps on the tatami mats behind you nor the steps on the wood paneling until you hear the voice that has haunted you tonight since dinner started.

“You shouldn’t be here so late at night,” Ayato says, voice low and firm, his arms crossed over his chest as he looks you over. Your hair is down, no longer done in the style you had it in the day and you have forgone the beautifully designed kimono instead you wear a plain white yukata made for sleeping. He finds how cruelly unfair it is that you are ethereal in this state of undress - there is a lump in his throat, your eyes shine in the light of the moon and he finds that he wants you more than he has wanted anything else before. You look back at him over your shoulder, your smile falling at how the man that has haunted you stands before you in all his otherworldly beauty and your throat aches with all that is inside you begging to be freed.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t sleep and I always come out to the garden when that happens.” You apologize, hands folded in your lap as you direct your eyes to fall where it is your hands are situated. Ayato’s eyes trace your figure that is bathed most intimately by the light of the moon with the same heat of the lightning that forks through the Inazuman sky and sighs deep from within. This is a joke, a cruel twist of fate that must be punishment for either his actions or that of his ancestors - that he wants you as the ocean waves want for the shores but can’t have you but must keep you close by the title of family.

“You must not do this again, the Kamisato family has many rivals. Doing this without a guard would prove to be lethal for you.” He lectures, sounding every bit of the elder brother he is, and though he speaks of dangerous, dark things you can’t help but feel at ease with him so near. Ayato is a pillar - in the realm of a beautiful dream that is this nation, a pillar in his house’s affairs, and now he is a pillar to your family. It should trouble you how easily you trust this man that was a stranger a week ago but now you find yourself wanting for him the way fire begs for wood to burn.

“You are right, forgive my lack of foresight my lord. It won’t happen again.” You apologize, head bowing in your admittance and Ayato is not a man strong enough to not watch how your neck moves, sakura petal eyes tracing down your decolletage that is revealed by the open folds of your yukata. He takes his eyes away from the action heavily as if he has stones in his heart at the idea of not having you before him. Nudging with his head he tells you to go back inside, you only catch the mole on his lip in the light of the moon as you rise from your seat on the porch. You make your way across, until you are beside him and you freeze when you catch the scent of sakura and cypress - soft and floral but still cuts through the soft scents of the garden in which you stand.

You once heard of a story in the far regions of the Mondstat, of a snake that tempts a woman to sin the garden of the Anemo Archon and you wonder if that was not just a story but a warning. Lord Kamisato - Ayato, he requested that you call him that is so, is before you and he is as beautiful as a pearl, shining in the palm of your hand; bringing you to him like a moth to a flame.

Mayhaps the snake in the story is you - the weaker parts of you, that relish in your desire and spit on your chastity. Here, in the garden face to face with a piece of you that you aren’t familiar with and a man that brings her into the real world, you find yourself unable to leave as you drown in between the sakura petals and the cypress leaves. Ayato spoke of the danger from rival clans but really doesn’t he know he is more dangerous than any poison or assassin? With a single look, a single word, and a single passing of his perfume he leaves you in shambles, and everything about your life is swallowed by the flames and you can think about wanting him.

From his princely build to the way his hair falls and his eyes shine, he is what you most want at this moment - maybe all you will ever want for the rest of eternity. At festivals Lady Ayaka most often speaks the words most familiar to all Inazumans - We pray to our god, may all our dreams endure forever. In the past, you’d find such sentiments noble but now you can’t help but find them cruel, this must not endure - the heartbreak on your mother, the shame you both would be at the hands of should sapling bud and bloom into a flower you could never take back.

No, this must not go on from the moment you leave the garden. So why is it that you can not make the last step? You can’t leave this place, standing at his side and gazing up at him with all the wonder of first love.

“You need to go back,” Ayato says, his voice heavy when he says your name, “please go back to your chambers.” He urges, eyes locked on the shape of your lips and he curses himself for thinking about tracing the cupid bows of your lips with his tongue.

“I can’t.” Your voice wavers, shy and scared of what you are about to admit - speaking of the things that only exist in your heart makes them real and you can’t help thinking of all the repercussions this would bring if you say what is in your heart.

“Why can’t you?” Ayato asks, hand clenched in a fist and he knows the answer despite it wishing it would be anything else but the truth he knows. The Lord Kamisato is not good at dealing with the truth, all his matters are worked with the materials that lie in the shadows - deceit, manipulation, and veiled threats. All that is around you is but an illusion, only trust what is before you to be true and he desperately wishes you could be anywhere else but before him, as it is what makes the sentiment in your heart to be true.

“The same reason you came here, for me.” You say and it is like the lightning and thunder of his god have struck him down from his place in heaven to the earth. Ayato swallows, heavy and thick and he turns his gaze to look you in the eye. Oh, how lovely you are in the moonlight and Ayato does not curse himself when he thinks about how lovely you would look bathed in the candlelight laying under him in the bedding of his futon.

“Can you fault me? How do I look away now that I have seen you?” He speaks so softly you have a hard time remembering that he runs the darker underbelly of the Yashiro Commission's affairs along with the other commanders - they are the sword that Her Excellency wields in her nation and to keep the peace you can only shudder to think about what dark deals transpire in the shadows of your country.

“I feel the same, something changed tonight. I know it is for you too.” You say and it’s the best you can manage - words such as I love you, I want you, You should be mine instead of my mothers are too dangerous as if they are coated in a poison that would stop your heart should they escape your lips.

“Yes. There has been a change.” Ayato chokes out, his own admission heavy but finds whatever noble words he wanted to say do not come out. Instead, they die, turning to dust on his tongue leaving him parched for a thirst that can only be satisfied by you - your essence in him, surrounding him in a way that only the most intimate of lovers know of. All nobility leaves his lean body with each step he takes toward you, sheds off like snakeskin as he lets his hands cup your face and he finds that sin tastes of you. You gasp at the gentle touch of his kiss, the first one in life by a man and you find yourself accepting it, and the vain, vapid part of you that you have tried so hard to rein in explodes within yourself as you let your hands tremble and clutch at his own robe.

Something small and soft, an ember grows into a wildfire as his tongue swipes at your lips for entrance and your gasping mouth concedes naively as you moan into his own mouth when takes your tongue to suck on. Ayato is a teasing kisser - sucking and nipping and tracing the curves of your teeth to leave you gasping hotly at the foreign experiences that make you break out into goosebumps under the night sky in the garden.

When he breaks away because the gods have cursed him by needing to breathe and not being able to sustain himself off of you completely, he follows each movement away with a peek at your flushed mouth. Pressing his forehead to yours he looks into your eyes, hazed and dimmed with the rush he gave you; he twitches at the thought of that being your first kiss and that tonight, if you let him he will be your first everything. You are sweeter in your affections, pressing fleeting kisses to his lips and brushing your nose to his chin as he pants back his breath, his hands still cupping your cheeks. His thumb rubs at the soft skin and he laughs under his breath quietly at the observation he makes at the moment.

“Your skin - it’s soft, like mochi.” Ayato comments, voice soft and deep, coated in desire as he presses kiss after kiss on your soft cheeks that you giggle at their plushness. You quickly shush yourself and take a quick look around.

“The guards won’t be here if that’s what you are concerning yourself with.” He says, turning his face to whisper into your ear - pressing a gentle peck against the gentle shell and humming amusedly when you gasped at the ticklish sensation. His hands have long since abandoned their hold on your face and you only squirm in their descendent as one settles at the swell of your breast. You gasp, your own soft hands coming to clutch at his wrist when Ayato lets out a pleased hum at the weight of your breast in the palm of his hand, thumb swiping at where the visible pebble of your nipple in the thin fabric.

“Have you ever been with anyone else before me tonight?” Ayato asks his voice smooth as a river and it might be from how he’s touching you, groping you with expert hands that leave you muddled and but you can only give him a soft little “what?” to his question. Ayato’s other hand soon settles itself on the curve of your hip that can’t be seen from the form of your yukata so when it is found - it leaves you trembling when his fingers trail over the curvature, even going as far to make them dig into the plush of your backside.

“I’m asking - sweet little thing if a man other than me has ever been where I am? Has a man kissed you as I have, touched you here,” he is interrupted by the harsh squeeze on your breast that makes you whine,” or there.” Ayato finishes off with a hard squeeze and light tap against your flank that makes you gasp and wilt in his hold.

“No- no one has ever- been where you are before.” You hastily say, voice high and thin as you stutter when his hands grow more and more demanding. Whining when Ayato looks into your eyes and nods when his hand goes under the folds of your yukata, your pure skin shining in the moonlight. You are soft like tsubaki petals and sweet like mochi, Ayato thinks - virginal is the word to describe you from the heat in your cheeks and the doe eyes you give him. He can see your chest in full, enticing and calling for his attention which is received in quick tugs of your tight nipples that make you gasp. Squirming against his touch, you are open to the hot open mouth kisses he places against your neck.

“No marks - please,” You gasp out, your voice withering at his ministrations and you are given a soft nod from him. His hand that was busy pawing your ass has made its way to your front, where the tie of your yukata waited to be undone by his expert hands.

“We can’t have anyone know you were with your new stepfather like this can we?” He teases, hand undoing the knot, finding its way through the silken fabric and pressing against the undergarments you wear. Stuttering at how his fingers press unto the now damp gusset of your panties, you whine into his ear.

“Don’t - don’t call yourself that right now. It’s-,” you are interrupted by the soft moan you let out when his fingers roll against the flushed pearl of your clit in your panties that only grow to be soaked at his slow ministrations. Ayato is experienced and cruel in how he plucks at your strings as if he was the finest koto player in all of the world and you, his instrument.

“It’s what my dear? It appears you’ve lost your thought.” He teases, voice dark like sin and you shudder when it is poured by a kiss at your neck and his fingers making their way past the barrier of your soaked underwear to touch your bare cunt for the first time. They swipe at your folds, collecting the clear nectar you leak so sweetly for him as he waits for you to speak again.

“It’s perverse.” You speak but it comes out like a whine, voice pitched by the haze of lust and you are helpless to how he keeps his fingers at your folds, mapping out the petals of your own flower that blooms so prettily for him. When one goes inside for the first time you squeak at the intrusion, your own hands coming to clutch at his arm as his finger is curled and pumped inside of you.

“Ah, yes it is but you see dearest,” Ayato tilts his head at you with something darker than mischief dancing in his violet eyes, “that is all more reason to call myself such a title - I fear I have quite the penchant for all things perverse.” Anything you want to say next dies on your lips as the second finger makes its way inside of you, joining the first one in how it curls against the spongy spot on your walls that he found with his expert touch. You gasp and shake as you slick his fingers more and more, to the point you wonder if what it is you two are doing can be heard from on the other side of the manor.

You hate yourself for how you feel your cunt clench around him, slick now dripping onto the wood floor beneath you like drops of rain. His thumb aligns itself with your clit and it’s as if one had bottled the lightning that most commonly dances in the sky into your body and only now do you notice how it sings in your veins. Such is the manner of pleasure, one could assume.

Ayato has brought your face to his, violet eyes that will forever haunt gaze at the “o” of your mouth and the scrunch of your brow and he knows what is about to happen to you. The sea of pleasure crashes at your ankles and he will be the one to take you to its depths.

“Go ahead, pretty thing, fall apart for me - for your father.” You feel the saltwater of pleasure crashing onto you, it sinks into your bones - deep into the marrow that slips into each drop of blood that pumps into your heart. One of his hands, you don’t know which one comes to your mouth and steals every moan and cry you let out. It is too much pleasure, too much shock and you don’t have it in yourself to be quiet when everything feels too good for you right now. Ayato does not still his fingers, keeps them focused on the bundle of your nerves intent on making you spill across his fingers in ways that you’ve never done - not for anyone, including yourself.

When you whine against his hand, his palm as warm as the sun he only chuckles softly - the sound sends something hot into your blood and in your sore stomach as the band that had snapped rewinds again and it feels so good it aches.

“Pretty thing, I want something from you and I will have it - give your father what he wants. Be good for me.” It is as if the thunder god had struck you herself as light flashes across your eyes when the shut - squeezed tight as tears from your eyes and tears from your cunt slide out. Ayato - your stepfather’s hand is coated in your slick that shines like the petals in Chinju Forest in the light of the moon. You feel weak as if Ayato was a vampire, a demon that had sucked the life out of you and left you as nothing but a shell. The night does not end - when the Lord of the house himself sees you as you are before him, unclothed and washed in sin how could he ever look elsewhere? How else is he supposed to send you on your way with a satisfied cunt while his cock pulses in his own robes?

It is a mercy that he won’t have to, it seems.

Not when he sees you languidly tying your robe loosely, enough so it closes at your legs but open enough he can see your heaving breasts and tight nipples. When he wets his lips he thinks about them in his mouth and how cute you sound when you squeal from having them played with. His mind goes to a complete blank when he sees you drop to your knees, pressing your knees to the wood that was now tainted with drops of your cum - nudging your face to where the tails of the tie around his waist fall.

The hot bulge of his cock can be felt, and Ayato moans softly when you press the shape of your lips to the imprint. His hand that once quieted you, quieted him in turn and he murmured softly into the heated night air as he let another hand run through your loose hair.

“Now where did you learn this - this is what pleasure women do, did you know that?” He asks a teasing question meant to fluster you at the mention of such a salacious occupation.

“It’s also something that wives do.” You say back, voice muffled by the fabric of his robe and he half chuckles half moans at the tease of your breath against his neglected cock that seems determined to break free of the confines of the fabric.

“Oh? Is that what you want from me - is being my daughter not enough? I never would have mistaken you for a greedy woman.” You whine pitifully - face warm when he mentions what it is that binds you together.

“Stop calling me that when we are like this - it’s a cruel joke.” You say, allowing yourself to be manipulated by him until you realize that you are no longer on your knees but rising to your feet, and pushing yourself in the direction of your chambers.

“Why are you sending me away? You still haven’t-”

“I know, and I won’t, at least not tonight.” Ayato cuts you off, voice firm as he watches you stumble with shaky legs like a newborn fawn. You’ve clutched the opening of your yukata closer to yourself, it reeks of sex and sweat, and things better left unsaid. You tremble as you stand and Ayato finds himself back at your side as he puts a hand on your waist to keep you steady.

“Why?” You ask and he finds it most amusing how your voice has now grown timid, it’s sweet almost and he has always delighted in sweet things.

“Because you aren’t a whore, or my wife - I won’t fuck your cunt or your face like one. You are a lady and I will fuck you one like another time and in another place.” He announces, voice unwavering as he keeps on the right path of sending you to your chambers. It’s later than it once was and the chill will soon take you now that you are not partaking in any strenuous activities - you are open to being taken by it.

“You want to do this again?” You ask, voice as soft as an owl’s wing and Ayato can’t help but coo at you - such an innocent little thing he has in his grasp. How will he be able to focus on other matters with you in his home? He has no idea but he has always found a thrill in the sadistic game of wanting what’s right before you.

“Dearest now that I have had you, I fear there is no one else I could want. So let’s do our best to enjoy it while it lasts.” He teases and he pushes you forward, into the halls that lead to your bed and you find yourself looking back at the man that in a single night has you in his web. Ayato smiles at you, and you fear something wicked this way comes.

“Get some rest, daughter dearest. I’ll see you in the morning.” with a shiver running down the notches of your too-delicate spine, you run back to your chambers and find that sleep takes you in her arms much more openly than before.

And when you wake up and sit across the periwinkle-haired man you find that the night before was not a dream but rather the reality upon which eternity is built on.

#lamb.writes #tw:stepcest #ayato smut #ayato kamisato smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #tw: infidelity

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silvermoon424 · 3 years ago

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Differences between Magia Record's anime ending and game ending

I'm seeing some anime onlies wondering why Magia Record players are so disappointed with the anime ending/wondering what the differences are, so I decided to make a list of everything I can think of. Please feel free to add onto it if I'm missing anything, I'm just writing everything that comes to mind and I'm sure I'll miss a lot:

The biggest one is the deaths. Nobody dies at the end of Arc 1 of the game. The closest it comes is that Mifuyu's Soul Gem cracks and she falls into a state of near death, but Iroha is later able repair the cracks in her Soul Gem. Meanwhile, the anime ends with the deaths of Momoko, Mifuyu, Alina, Touka, Nemu, and Ui.

The Doppel system is presented much more positively in the game. There are hints that it has drawbacks or long-term side effects, but in general it's presented as a valid way to save magical girls. Iroha and co actually want to expand it in Arc 2; they only opposed the Magius' methods of sacrificing innocent people. Meanwhile, the anime shows that there are significant drawbacks and it's a very flawed system that won't work in the long run. Imo this was a shitty thing to do, because it gets rid of a lot of the driving force behind the plot and the chance of magical girl salvation.

The Doppel system seems to have disappeared at the end of the anime, whereas in the game it's still in full effect around Kamihama. The plot of Arc 2 in the game actually revolves around various magical girl groups trying to gain control of it.

The overall tone of the anime is much more bleak than that of the game. While the game has its dark moments (and Arc 2 is shaping up to be more serious than Arc 1), it stresses the importance of magical girls working together to overcome the odds. Arc 1 ends on a very happy and upbeat note, with Iroha and Ui reunited, Walpurgisnacht defeated, and most of the magical girls of Kamihama forming the Kamihama Magia Union so they can discover a peaceful way to expand the Doppel system to save other magical girls. Meanwhile, the anime ends with the narration and Kyubey saying "Magical girls will continue to suffer in the dark, you'll die to offset entropy, nobody will know about your sacrifices. Oh and also a bunch of people died"

In the game, the Holy Quintet is alive and Homura manages to escape her time loop hell (at least for now). The anime heavily implies that Madoka died fighting Walpurgisnacht, as we see Homura resetting the time loop. This is a decision that, again, actually pisses me off, because in the game Madokami herself basically says she's happy the Magia Record exists without her interference because it's the one universe where she and Homura are able to live together happily. The anime turns the Magia Record universe into yet another one of Homura's failed timelines.

In the game, Touka and Nemu immediately abandon their plan once they remember Iroha and Ui (also, Nemu lost her memories of Iroha and Ui alongside Touka). In the anime, they decide to keep going with their plan out of a desire to save Iroha. I actually liked this change.

In the game there's a character named the Rumor of the Ten-Thousand-Year Sakura, or Eternal Sakura for short. She is a Rumor (or Uwasa) who was created to fulfill the promise that Iroha, Ui, Touka, and Nemu would meet again someday under a cherry blossom tree. She plays an important role in the story and later becomes a pseudo-magical girl. She was entirely cut out of the anime save for a few references to cherry blossom trees (which is a shame because I was dying to see Sakurako animated)

In the game, Madokami interferes in the timeline to give the magical girls a rain of feathers that revitalize them and give them the strength to keep fighting. She says it's all she could do without her presence causing the timeline to break. In the anime, Madokami's presence is briefly alluded to but it seems like more of a cameo than anything else. In the game she's actively watching over the Magia Record universe because as I mentioned before she wants it to succeed (she actually can't interfere and do her normal magical girl salvation thing for unknown reasons btw, she's not just sitting on her ass lol)

There's not really anything to compare it to in the anime, but I just wanted to point out that in the game during the Arc 1 finale there was a raid event where players teamed up to battle Walpurgisnacht. It was really cool and recreated the chaotic energy of dozens of magical girls teaming up to take on a super-Witch.

That's all I can think of off the top of my head. I definitely recommend checking out the game story, imo it's pulled off much better. @muffinrecord has a Youtube channel where she has archives of the footage from the NA server.

#magia record #magia record spoilers #spoilers #pmmm #puella magi madoka magica #madoka magica #long post

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thebeautyoffanfics · 3 years ago

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hii i know you might be busy because of school so take your time! Could i please get a Dead!Mitsuba,,,Dead!Hanako,,,Dead!Tsukasa,, x reader (if you dont want to write for them characters right now than you can choose others i dont mind <3) where they think reader is dying??Any situation is fine :)

dead!mitsuba sousuke x gn!reader, dead!hanako x gn!reader, dead!tsukasa yugi x gn!reader

a/n: ahh thank you for being patient;;! And of course!! Thank you so much for requesting, and I hope this turns out alright! And I’m so sorry for the time it took;;

aahhh i constantly remember how difficult starting and ending fics are,,, sorry if it sounds awkward ;v;; i’m also sorry if this isn’t dramatic enough- i’m trying to get these out, but i’m in a funky phase, as i haven’t written in a while;;

warnings: vomit (in Hanako’s), blood (in Tsukasa’s)

word count: 2,765

mitsuba sousuke <3

It wasn’t uncommon for Mitsuba to watch you do everyday school things. He’d follow you around, playing it off as if he wasn’t. Even now, he sat under a tree, watching you assist one of the clubs.

You were always entertaining… or maybe, you were simply enough to captivate his attention in anything you did? Your arm held high as you caught the baseball tossed your way, grinning at the person who threw it. Though not fond of you smiling like that at another person, the glance you gave Mitsuba practically made up for it- though he still glanced away, as if he wasn’t looking in the first place.

Moments passed, before he peered back up at you.

Your smiling face, as you turned to speak to one of the club members- his eyes darting over at hearing someone yell your name.

“(Y/N)!! WATCH OUT-”

And, eyes back over at you, as the undeniable sound of a baseball smacking against a skull. Mitsuba froze up, only being able to watch as you toppled to the ground. The club members instantly panicked, and Mitsuba did the same- both he and the members running over to you, students shaking you as if that would do anything.

“Idiots!! Don’t shake them-!”

Unfortunately, all of his yelling was futile. Mitsuba was dead, after all, and he was sure that you were too. A bump already formed on your head, as you peeked your eyes open, reaching for your head. Your fingers grazed against the bump, then quickly retracted, as tears filled your eyes. Shouts from the club members to get an adult rang out, as Mitsuba placed his hands on your shoulder, shaking almost as violently as you were. You closed your eyes, shaking as you reached to your head again, only to retract once more.

“(Y-Y/N), it’s okay- a-are you okay?” Mitsuba stuttered out, trying not to get emotional. It was only an injury, right… you were fine. You had to be. You’d be fine. Right?

But, when you only shook your head, squeezing your eyes tighter, he couldn’t help the pure fear that filled his entire body. His eyes grew watery when a teacher finally arrived, already on the phone with, he hoped, the paramedics.

Too much time passed, Mitsuba thought. Too much time spent grasping your hand, tears threatening to spill, as the teacher asked you too many questions. And, the absolute dread at the teacher’s reaction to everything- hearing you attempt to explain that everything went black for a moment- seeing the teachers eyes widen a bit, then eyebrows furrow in frustration. Mitsuba wanted to scream. To yell at whoever threw the ball- he didn’t care if it was a mistake. To yell at the paramedics- it was an emergency! Why couldn’t the emergency vehicle get there sooner??

Finally, they arrived. Paramedics picking you up, Mitsuba following alongside them until you sat in the vehicle. His eyes flickering from person to person, then back at you, until they shut the doors and drove off.

The next few days were like a living hell for Mitsuba. No- he wasn’t living. It was as if he had been doomed to suffer for all eternity. He shook every time he walked past your homeroom, peering inside as he checked for you. Peering over at your desk, praying that he wouldn’t see flowers sitting there. The lack of flowers was the only hope Mitsuba had left. The lack of rumors, the lack of Sakura one day opening up the broadcast with “(Y/N)-san of the baseball field.” It sounded ridiculous, sure, but he couldn’t help it…

Yes, though he’d never say it to anyone- maybe you, but that was a stretch- Mitsuba had never been so worried… he thought, as he finally saw you again, clinging to you as if you were as fragile as glass- that your death would probably affect him worse than his own did. Because, a world without you, would officially be a world without life… without you, Mitsuba knew he could no longer even feel alive.

“You idiot… I hate you so much,” His voice broke slightly, as you wrapped your arms back around him. Much like the moment when he was so sure you wouldn’t show back up, tears threatened to spill. “I missed you. Dummy. I missed you so much-”

hanako <3

There was a part of Hanako slightly paranoid about your death. Not overly so- not in a way that would hinder you. Simply, in the sense that he would risk his well-being to protect you. Yet, there were many situations where he was… helpless.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to enter the girl’s bathroom, though it was almost always to visit Hanako. So, his face instinctively lit up when he saw you stumble into the bathroom- though he felt the color drain from his face when he saw your shakey figure. The color was drained from your face as well, he noted, as he quickly floated over to you.

“(Y/N)?? What’s wrong?” He questioned, pushing the hair from your face, getting a good look at your face. He was already positive you didn’t feel well. He just needed to know how- then, he could help. Surely, he could do something.

“I… I dunno- my stomach hurts, haha… really badly.”

Before Hanako could question further- where did it hurt, what kind of pain- you stumbled into a stall, spilling any contents that were in your stomach into the toilet. Instinctively, Hanako cringed a bit- quickly, he shook the queasy feeling he got off, and stepped over to you, rubbing your back carefully.

When you looked up at Hanako, tears running down your face, he instantly feared the worst.

“Please get a teacher, or Yashiro, or- someone,” You told him, arms securing themselves around your stomach. Hanako quickly nodded, rushing as quickly down the hallway as he could. He wasn’t a doctor, for Pete’s sake- not even close to it. So, he practically flung himself into Yashiro’s classroom, shouting at her from the doorway.

“YASHIRO, (Y/N)’S IN A LOT OF PAIN!!”

Hanako could only ring his hands nervously for a moment, as Yashiro asked the teacher to be excused, floating anxiously beside her for a moment, then rushing back to you when she explained that she was going to get a teacher- thinking for a split moment, as he explained to her that you already threw up. To that, Yashiro nodded, telling Hanako that she’d be sure to make sure your guardians were contacted.

Once he reentered the bathroom, Hanako’s nerves were at a new worst state. His eyes landed on you, practically curled up next to the toilet, sniffling to yourself- he was sure he never wanted to help anyone so badly. He was sure that, if he could, he would take your pain.

“Yashiro’s getting a teacher, (Y/N). A-are you feeling any better?” You shook your head, glancing up at the ghost boy. Your face was slightly flushed with what he was sure was a fever, and your eyebrows were furrowed in clear desperation and pain. All he wanted to do was help.

“I feel like I’m dying…”

Dying. The word “dying” stuck out, striking at Hanako’s nerves as if they weren’t already being tested. You felt like you were dying? Were you?? He sat in front of you, hands shaking violently as he attempted to seem calm. You couldn’t die. No- no, the teacher would come. You would live, wouldn’t you? You weren’t going to die… right?

“It’s okay, (Y/N)- you’ll be okay,” He spoke, rubbing your shoulders gently and placing a soft kiss to your forehead, half trying to convince himself. As he continued to do so, the teacher entered the bathroom, knocking on the stall- though the door creaked open, as you hadn’t had the time to shut and lock it. It wasn’t as if you needed to- the nausea was simply overwhelming.

“(Y/N)? Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“I’m having really bad stomach pains… I threw up- it hurts to talk,” You muttered, glancing up at the teacher, giving them the same pained look you gave Hanako. They crouched next to you, placing a hand against your forehead, then nodding.

“Where does it hurt?”

Clearly not wanting to move, you sniffled, forcing yourself to sit back just enough to motion around your lower-right abdomen. As if it clicked, the teacher nodded, letting you fall back into the position you were previously in. “I have no room to say for sure, but it does sound like appendicitis. Your parents are on the way, and I’ll let them know to take you over to the hospital.”

Your grip on yourself tightened a bit, panic showing up in your face. Seeing that panic, Hanako could only fear the worst. He knew vaguely of appendicitis, sure- how likely was someone to die from it-?? If your appendix ruptured, he knew it was dire. Did it? How long did it take for an appendix to rupture? Before he could even acknowledge the thoughts running through his mind, the teacher lifted you up, carrying you out of the room.

Though Hanako followed, he was left standing at the doors of the school when your guardian carried you away. The final bell rang, all of the students finally emptying out of the school, as the car you were in drove away. He watched until it was out of sight, silently noting that it must have been the direction of the hospital.

The first few days were practically torture for Hanako. Yashiro’s comments didn’t help- her saying that you went into surgery only worsened his fears. During his lifetime, surgery was… unpleasant, to say the least. They could do it- you could certainly have your appendix removed, but- but what if something went wrong? How had things changed since he lived…? Had it ruptured, were you going to live? What if you died during recovery?

He couldn’t stand it. No, until several weeks passed, Hanako was a nervous wreck. The relief that washed through him when he saw you walking through the school halls was almost comical- that is, if he wasn’t clinging to you like he really had almost lost you.

“(Y/N)... I’m so glad to see you again.”

“Hanako, I’m so glad to see you too. Sorry for scaring you like that… but thanks for sticking with me.”

Of course, Hanako could only accept the praise, unsure how to word “I stuck with you because I didn’t want you to die alone.”

tsukasa yugi <3

Tsukasa, most were sure, wouldn’t necessarily… care if someone around him died. No, he probably loved the pained expressions of someone taking their last breaths. If it was a messy death? It would be better for him, right? Screams of pain, tears streaming down someone’s face, blood splattered around. Natsuhiko half joked that it would be a dream for Tsukasa, no matter if everyone else considered it a nightmare. Sakura remained quiet, shaking her head slightly. You… disagreed, as if protecting Tsukasa. Maybe he wouldn’t… as eerie as your boyfriend could be at times, you loved him nonetheless- and you were sure you didn’t fall for someone who would… enjoy…… others’ pain…?

Hm…

Either way! You were sure you didn’t fall for someone who would enjoy your pain!!!

Those thoughts were just that- little thoughts you had. Thrown into a few conversations between the fellow people who frequented the broadcasting room. Nothing you really wanted to prove, you know? No, you’d rather assume it, and not go through anything particularly painful to prove it.

However, those weren’t necessarily your thoughts as you tripped over the rug, one of Sakura’s tea sets in your hands. The hot tea in them went flying, landing all over you- but, that wasn’t really your focus, as you landed with a harsh thud. The glass cracked underneath you, the uncomfortable sound of shattering filling the room- accompanied by your scream- at first being echoed because of the fright of following, but being finished off because of the feeling of glass splintering you as if you were the fragile object.

Your scream ended in a cry, tears quickly clouding your vision as the sharp pain coursed through every spot the glass had harmed. Sakura’s eyes went wide, and she stood up, aiming to walk over and help you- Natsuhiko did the same, exclaiming your name once he saw you began to fall, a bit quicker than Sakura was- Mitsuba could only stare, as if his fight or flight was activated. Before any of them could reach you, Tsukasa was there, shouting your name and cupping your face.

Tsukasa wasn’t bothered by the blood, as if he could be bothered by any blood, pure worry crossing his face. It was a rare sight- Tsukasa genuinely concerned- but it wasn’t like seeing a bloody (Y/N) on the floor was exactly common. It was no one's focus, as the other three finally were gathered around you. Protectively, nearly forgetting your injuries, Tsukasa held your head to his chest- glaring at the others.

“Go get a nurse!! (Y/N)’s bleeding-!”

Natsuhiko nodded, rushing off, as Mitsuba glanced around panickedly- Sakura pushed Tsukasa away from you slightly, as if to let him know to be careful. His hands wandered to your arms, holding them carefully, peering at the glass, then up at the tears streaming down your face.

“Don’t pull out the glass. It could make the bleeding worse, and we can’t be sure where all the glass has landed. Especially in their arms.”

Tsukasa nodded a bit, glancing at his hand when one of your tears landed on it. He ignored the blood dripping onto his palms, quietly licking the tear that fell onto the back of his hand. That wasn’t enough to distract you though- he half hoped he could take away your pain, but was discouraged to only be met with your shaky sobs. His eyes wandered along the shards sticking out of your arms. Dangerously close to places he knew they couldn’t scratch- an artery, he knew, would be beyond dangerous… what if, when the glass gets pulled out, you’re met with the spewing blood that comes with a punctured artery? Looking around at the blood dripping everywhere- were you… dying?

Tsukasa froze up a bit. (Y/N)? Dying?

Well, he was dead… Amane was dead. Mitsuba was dead. But… what would happen when you died?

Would you become a ghost? Or would death be the final separation for the two of you- would Tsukasa be trapped on earth, while you moved on to whatever afterlife there was??

“(Y/N) can’t die,” was his only thought, as Natsuhiko returned, gently explaining that he was going to carry you to the nurse- then, your guardian could come at take you to the hospital. However, once Natsuhiko’s arms wrapped around your torso, Tsukasa grabbed Natsuhiko’s closest arm. “I- I can take care of them. I’ll carry, (Y/N).” “Runt, you’re a ghost. For real, don’t screw around. Let me carry them, hurry now,” He spoke, lifting you up. Tsukasa stood, balling his hands up slightly nervously. Oh, a nervous Tsukasa… it was also such a strange sight- watching Natsuhiko speedwalk with you in his arms, Tsukasa floating alongside them. In fact, Tsukasa remained with the both of you- holding your arms carefully, until you were entering the car, towels placed around you to keep the blood from spilling anywhere. He watched the car drive off, unsure how to process anything.

The next several days were… difficult for Tsukasa. He wasn’t sure how to deal with it, yet he found himself peering into your classroom to see if flowers sat on your desk. He found himself paying closer attention to the rumors spread- listening carefully for anything that sounded similar to you. He wandered the halls, as if he suddenly lost his purpose- keeping an extra eye out for a person, or ghost, with cuts from shards of glass littering their body.

Tsukasa was his… clingy self when you returned. He hugged you as tightly as he could, not wanting to release even when you warned him about your still healing arms. He placed countless kisses to your face, giggling out that he was so sure you were going to die. Even when you questioned his thoughts, Tsukasa continued on, kissing the scars, scabs, and few stitches on your body. Yes, he really was glad that you were alive. Be it for selfish reasons or selfless ones, he couldn’t be sure- he just knew he was glad.

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throwaway-yandere · 2 years ago

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oho~ oc lore? 👁

-🐌

*Deep breath*

Me and my friends have like 2 OCs each in this sht. It's so fricking complicated so I'll only explain my children. @a-dose-of-phitre has the most angsty ones like i fricking swear each update she makes "crempog" suffer with Khaenri'ahn lore.

This is going to be long af.

So anyways, mine is Brynhildr and Sweep. I'll start with Brynhildr. They're both comedy reliefs w/ angst lmao if you want pain then here's some

Brynhildr's a grandma (we made jokes that she's itto's grandma and turns out itto DOES have a grandma.) and Sweep's a celestial spy lmao

Ya know what, I'll just drop my old Character Story notes lmao (note: they're mostly unedited. These are things I typed in a group chat)

"Nyobo Hiroda"

Vision: Pyro

Birthday: ????

In-game Character Attribute:

An otherworldly descender that settled to live and serve Inazuma's form of eternity. She had been reinstated to the Kamisato Clan decades prior.

Character Details

Hiroda's past is no secret to Inazuma. It had been a topic of discussion for children and adults alike since forever.

Some use her narrative and twist it to their advantage to fit theirs, while some listened and learned from her tales. Either way, Hiroda finds that she doesn't mind. It helps her pass the time when cleaning the Kamisato Estate.

As long as you're a local and you need to know more about her, you need only ask with a bottle of sake in hand. She'd whisk it away from your fingertips and down herself a shot.

"Ah, you want to know more about this old grandma, eh? Well, sit tight, 'cause I'm feeling quite peckish today!"

Note: Kids, do not buy liquor with your allowance! If you want to hear her stories just give her your best puppy eyes. You can do it! It's ridiculously easy!

Character Story 1

Unlocked at Friendship Level 2

People say that the Nyobo has two sides to her that get more apparent the closer you become her confidant.

Foreigners get to experience this vastly different treatment the most. The Nyobo would approach them formally and with sharp elegance that they would either be entranced or forced to agree with her tourist recommendations. Many have unwittingly spent their mora on souvenirs they may not need over her kind tone and polite appraisals. Some would even claim that she seduces both male and female tourists with her elegant speech. It is not impossible to mistake her as a distinguished clan head. She can keep calm and negotiate in her own right.

"My humblest greetings to you outlanders, I am the Nyobo of the Narukami Island. May the blossom of the Sakura tree cleanse your spirits on this fine evening. How may I be of service?"

However, that facade disappears once she lets you in the Kamisato Estate or her humble abode. Her footsteps are lighter and she usually toned down her way of speaking is a more shrill, especially chatting away with the rest of the servants.

"Ah, welcome home Ayaka! Chef Aiji's making dinner tonight!"

She and Thoma would be the first ones to greet their masters. It is less out of excitement and more of a contract for her compared to Thoma, but she does not lack3 in the energy department.

"Would you like for me to run a bath for you? Ayato had recently bought scented candles and other toiletries with him– allow me to elucidate you with the rest of its contents. Oh, by the way, this 'body milk' thing I found on the basket tastes spoiled. I don't recommend tasting it, my lady."

... Of course, generational gaps come with age, so the Clan also has to make sure the Nyobo is attuned to modern products. That includes making sure she doesn't die from chemical poisoning. Her constitution is weak enough.

Character Story 2

Unlocked at Friendship Level 3

There was only one person in Inazuma who managed to become famous over being an ordinary housewife and it was Nyobo Hiroda. The only woman bestowed with the title Nyobo by the Almighty Shogun herself.

Rumors had spurred that the old housewife of Inazuma is part yokai, for she had mingled with various family generations. While she used to be an immortal being, that does not make the rumors that she's a half-oni who cut off her horns or that she was an ikuchi who resurfaced from a sea earthquake any truer.

The truth is a lot simpler than what Yae Publishing house would like you to believe. She was an exiled grandmaster tactician from another world who swore an oath to protect the Kamisato Clan and its subordinates.

Sounds like a mouthful? If so, she encourages people to think nothing of her past and only regard her as one of the Yashiro Commissioner's assistants. Her work is quite domestic. It entails that she would dry off his towels every sunny morning, dispose of unnecessary gifts, and double-check his paperwork, among other trivial matters.

Being with the Nyobo Hiroda's company may feel lighthearted and pleasant on the surface, but her true allies know that behind that name hides Brynhildr's unfinished businesses.

It is not a secret she had ever hidden that she's well adept in politics and schemes. Her previous occupation entails that she must be adept at various oppositions, including underhanded tactics. It is not a surprise that the Yashiro Commissioner seems to operate on the same facade as well. If you hear the elderly gush out about how how the Yashiro Commissioner is akin to his old man, Hiroda is partly to blame. To raise a young master also meant that she would raise a disciple as well, just like what she had done to his father and grandfather.

Perhaps it is not wise for a single woman to teach generations of one clan how to prepare themselves for politics, but as it stands, she is the only mentor the Kamisato siblings have left upon their parents' passing.

"My dearest friend is hard working as ever. But Hiroda, isn't your Nyobo no Ongaeshi contract with the Kamisatos null since twenty years ago?"

"Huh?" She asked. "What do you mean it's null? Lord Kamisato extended my contract two weeks prior."

The head shrine maiden was usually not one to be flabbergasted, but this was a perplexing matter.

"The commissioner can't just extend a contract made by the Almighty Shogun."

"He just did?" Hiroda raised an eyebrow. "What on earth are you talking about? He signed it all and everything."

Hiroda added "Ngah...! If only he didn't add Clause III in the newest revision! Now I can't sneak Thoma out at night or else he'll make me eat pickles. Ugh..."

The Head shrine maiden digressed and decided not to bring up the topic again. Whatever forgery Lord Kamisato had been doing to keep Hiroda on her toes is far more entertaining than the prospect of reporting him early.

Character Story 3

Unlocked at Friendship Level 4 and must complete "Wishes" Chapter II: Act III - Omnipresence Over Mortals

"███████."

When Raiden Makoto carried Brynhildr to an abandoned cave it was the name she kept chanting, like a curse or a prayer. Makoto never dared ask who was the person behind the name. Based on how her vision glowed in each chant, the question would be akin to activating a hundred field tillers on purpose.

The name sounded akin to that what would hail from Khaenri'ah. Even her name, Brynhildr, sounds Khaenri'ahn to a fault, yet she claims to be from another realm. She claimed to be from one of the nine realms of Yggdrasill, the world tree. Makoto spoke no refute to these claims when she confirm the truth from her aura. If there was a nation closest to the heavenly principles and the leylines, it would be the thunderous Inazuma. And Makoto was sure Brynhildr spoke only of the truth.

As strange as that claim may sound for the twin Shoguns, they believed her words. The attack on Khaenri'ah had yet to start, and the way thunder roared from the sky as she fell down the murky waters was enough proof of her claims' validity.

The people were wary of Brynhildr. They are not to blame, as it was the preparations of war. Food is scarce enough, and to share their provisions with an outlander would make even the most patient samurai boil.

"Raiden Shogun!"

Makoto heard their people call out to Ei who stood outside.

"Must you keep that outlander here? How are we sure that the woman is not a spy–"

"Silence, Mineo of the Kujou Clan!" Raiden Ei yelled. "If you wish to criticize my judegment, then you must be prepared to fight. Draw your blade!"

In truth, it was not Ei's judgement that kept Brynhildr alive, but Makoto's.

Baal pitied Brynhildr tremendously. She had told Ei multiple times that the sight of such a wounded and ill-being made her stomach churn. Makoto felt as if they were both kindred spirits with a penchant for tactics in the field and she had descent to aide them in the war.

Makoto was right.

"In our nation, you will not survive unless you know how to adapt," Makoto would whisper while brushing her frizzy hair. "Our nation is brimmed with thunders and great waves– all fleeting yet eternal. I sense great turmoil in your heart, and I suspect that you do not like the sound of thunder and flashes of lightning, do you?"

"Do I have the privilege of being truthful?"

Makoto laughed. "Why, of course!"

"I hate them," Brynhildr muttered. "I hate thunder and lightning. They all remind me of my father."

"Hmm. And you claim he was the God of War, correct?"

"Yes, his name is ████. And I loathe him."

It was said that Hiroda's original words were laced with more obscenities than this rendition of the events. Her tongue could not be controlled to the point that Raiden Makoto had to lock her up in a domain until the next battle preparations were due.

"...How very straightforward of you."

"But you are kind and generous," Brynhildr said. "It matters not if you are also the God of Lightning like my brother as you claimed. Know that my spite does not extend to you and your sister."

"I'm glad to hear it."

Makoto stopped brushing.

"However... We will need to change your hair." She said.

"Inazuman fashion already suits you, dyeing your hair black would easily be the next big step, is it not?"

"I-I quite enjoy my hair as it is right now!"

"Hmm, it seems that we would have to cut it short as well... You see, Inazumans see long hair as a symbol of wealth and power. You are far from noble from our standpoint. Shall we cut it off? Or would you rather singe it with your vision?" She teased.

"M-Makoto please!"

It's said that Hiroda's natural hair was an ethereal mix of blonde and apple green, but of course, that speculation is hard to believe when the Inazuma of today had only ever seen her with bland short raven hair.

A Brother's Scarf

Unlocked At Friendship Level 4

Hiroda will lie to you if you asked what she cherishes the most. Depending on who you are or what is your position in life, it could range from a description of something intangible or a very materialistic item. If you were in an immoral occupation, she might just drop the names of her Lord and Lady just to see if they can successfully harm them in a week after. It's not as if she can't defend them anyways.

But everyone in the Kamisato Clan knows that the scarf around her neck is her most precious item.

Contrary to popular belief, she doesn't wear it because she's sickly and wants to cover up all her coughed-up blood.

Not a single servant, including Thoma, could wash this piece of clothing. When the Yashiro Commissioner was but a Young Master, he nearly scared himself to death when he saw Hiroda's eyes hawking his form when he tried to steal the scarf from her room. Hiroda had made remarks that only Arataki Itto and the Lady of the Clan can hold her scarf.

The Oni found the clothing ominous and would refrain from holding it. Even Ayaka would not dare touch it without her permission, however, much to her brother's dismay.

She had only poured her heart on one soul regarding much the scarf meant to her. Remembering the look in his eyes, however, only made her feel small again.

The flimsy red scarf is the only link she has left to her home. She can tell you the story behind it with ease, but stutter on how to convey its worth.

"You understand, do you not, traveler? I wear this scarf for the same reason you do not change your style. There is comfort in something familiar. Please don't ask again."

Character Story 4

Unlocked at Friendship Level 5

She is a master of spite. Everything about her mannerisms and motives was controlled yet unrelenting.

For example, Brynhildr used to write in the Enochian Alphabet, but as Nyobo Hiroda, her pen can only transcribe Hiragana.

She didn't find it strange that she could easily read Khaenri'ahn and Abyss languages. As a child, she had communicated with the outer realms before, and out of every foreigner she had spoken to, Memphis was the easiest to talk to. Her memories are faded, but she was from Khaenri'ah for certain. Their alphabet and dialect are similar to her native tongue. Of course, those language similarities lead to speculations.

"How are we sure that she's not Khaenri'ahn?"

"Can Khaenri'ahns obtain a vision?"

"They're a suspicious bunch, it's not a far-fetched notion that they might replicate or steal some from us."

"Hmm... You have a point. Bah! The shogun should really pluck out fleas like that Hiroda! She leaves nothing but a sour taste in our mouths."

Of course, these words do not hurt her. These jabs at her reputation had always been around since she became the Captain of the Valkyries. Instead, it fueled her with spite. She used those comments to drive herself to the fullest.

In a span of three days and four nights, the renewed Hiroda had perfected her craft in calligraphy. She had run through multiple textbooks and gone over intricate theories until her writing was akin to printing businesses in a years time.

It had been reported to the Shogun that the already frail outlander began missing her meals to focus on her work. Neither shoguns were able to dissuade her from this. Long after, Hiroda was announced to be the Shogunate's official scribe, as her writing was exceedingly overqualified.

Receiving such titles and benefits meant that she must also take responsibility when it comes to all of the Shogun's personal records. All of it. Makoto's passing lightened her workload but that did not exclude the responsibility of writing the logs of Ei's first puppet experiment, which soon named himself as Kunikuzushi.

He did not have a name at the time, or more appropriately, he did not wander yet. Ei had never been too keen on naming her subjects, so instead Hiroda offered him a name instead. Shiraishi. It stood for "white rock", which is a nod to the ores they've used to mold him.

The name did not stick around long. When Ei discarded the innocent boy, Hiroda could not in good conscience leave him to fend for himself and offered a place to stay.

There was a point where they both referred to each other affectionately as siblings. Hiroda and Shiraishi acted roles similar to that of the strict older sister and the prodigal younger brother. Whilst one frivolously traveled about, one was stuck home to act as his roots.

They both lived harmoniously until his desire for traveling alone outmatched her desire for a loving family. It had come to the point where coming home for Shiraishi meant another endless argument with his sister.

Eventually, they called it quits. Hiroda helped him pack his bags and bid him farewell. It was a mature and clean process, and he left his domain.

However, decades later she would hear from him again, but not for his strides as a wandering adventurer as she had prayed for.

He came back to her with blood splotching his clothes and eyes that convey nothing other than the void's reflection. Eyes that confirmed to her that he was the one responsible for the fall of the Raiden Gokaden.

"Ahh... Seeing you here, Hiroda, I grow weak." He told her with a crack in his voice. "I lost my will. Act as my big sister and clean up my mess, won't you?"

He once again left her unceremoniously, and to this day Hiroda is conflicted about what she should feel.

Family is never easy. With the same hands she was forced to learn how to write Hiragana, she signed her life away as a housewife. If it meant taking an oath to the Kamisato Clan that she will serve them for centuries as compensation for her beloved brother's crimes, then there is no room for hesitation.

But Shiraishi– Kunikuzushi will have to repay her tenfold once he sees her again. Brynhildr is a master of spite, and she had only lost once.

A Vision

Unlocked at Friendship Level 6

She swore that the vision dangling on her hip used to burn cyan when she first had it.

Her anger used to be misdirected and out of control. Upon falling into Inazuma, her first thought was to release all the screams trapped in her throat down the mud. Her hands were dirty from both foreign soil and her tears and bloody splotches– she could not tell the difference between what stained her ragged scarf. All that was in her head was to rid this world of everything that dared stood in her path. Especially those that reminded her of that man.

Compared to her, the vision she found whilst mindlessly digging through was vibrant and pure. She saw that it was as light as the sky on the day of her faithful reunion ███████. And with that, she stilled.

At the time, she had no idea what she saw was a shell of a cryo vision, yet it scared her nonetheless. The feeling was putrid. The sight of it whispered nothing bad ill omen to her. She refrained from releasing her anger upon unearthing the vision. In that split second, Hiroda pondered over what was the point of her anger. Was seeking vengeance over her father the only reason she has left to live? Isn't that such a pathetic raison d'etre?

Brynhildr sobbed uncontrollably. She wanted more for herself. More than a petty motive to watch the world burn.

Brynhildr wanted to come home to a loving family. A home she could never attain in her world. She just wants to clean again. Hildr misses what it felt like taking care of her troops. She wants to wipe sweat off her loved ones' faces and talk to them about their day. As long as their visage does not belong to the two men she despised the most, she will be content. Even if she had to beg and flip the world upside down for a comrade– a family.

The cyan gleam vanished and she was left with a shell.

Scared that she had done something to it, Hildr picked up the vision. The icy glimmers melted into a comforting warmth in her palms. It turned red.

Somehow, she felt as though this was more fitting than the last color. She couldn't tell if the warmth she felt was the vision's touch or her own emotions, but that matters not when dread over the unknown had not been deterred.

She carried the vision and trekked to the nearest city. It won't be long before Brynhildr passed out and woke up as Nyobo Hiroda, the famous pyro Inazuman Housewife.

Character Story 5

Unlocked at Friendship Level 6 and must complete at least 1 ending of Nyobo Hiroda's Hangout: Act I - "The Housewife's Sick Leave!"

Eternity is a beautiful thing. The word "endless" to Brynhildr however, is distasteful. Nothing is endless. There will never be a delusion that could convince her otherwise.

Countries had crumbled below her feet and she had heard victory horns for both good and bad. No fire could ever reignite a fear quite like what the flame walls that surround the Hindarfjall mountain had done to her psyche. She thought that would be the last of her pains after living a few months in tranquility. That was until the attack on Khaenri'ah started.

She no longer wishes to dig up those events, her memories are crisp and clear but the heart refuses. She still remembers some of their names out of respect. The most notable ones were Roneth, Alberich, Skeld, Buliwyf, Edgetho, and Dainsleif.

... Perhaps that was half the truth. Those names were not only stored in her head for their remarkable swordsmanship and combat but also for their familiarity. The names were akin to the tales and characters she had interacted with before. Buliwyf was a picture-perfect parallel to the heroic legend Beowulf. Alberich looked exactly like the dwarf king she had offered her mercenary services to. The only outlier was Dainsleif who was, quite frankly, a bloodthirsty sword based on her memories.

Her enemies used to be a symbol that her unpleasant past still follows like her footsteps' shadow, but they soon served another purpose. These fallen men had reminded her that nothing lasts forever.

But there is an exception to that.

"Sigurd." The starry-eyed blonde man spoke. "That was the real name of your past lover, is it not?"

Hiroda poured a cup for herself, disregarding the Inazuman tradition of etiquette. She did not bother extending her generosity to Dainsleif as he started to make himself home. "What are you doing in my house, Dainsleif?"

"I just want to confirm my suspicions, that's all." He said. "Besides, this conversation is long overdue. You said you'll tell me the answer after I die. Seiraimaru, the Guerilla Incident. Do you remember?"

"You're very much alive right now."

"Am I?"

"Fine. It's true. That's the bastard's name."

"And if you were to slay him, to follow your fate," He droned on. "You will regain your immortality, is that correct?"

"... How do you know that?"

"Brynhildr Odinsdottir, you were meant to seduce Gunarr into slaying Sigurd. Why did you choose to be exiled to Teyvat instead?"

"...Because no matter how much I despise him, I could not bring my heart to kill him. Perhaps I'm a fool. That's the only reason why Nyobo Hiroda chooses death. Why do you care?"

"I'm concerned."

"Somehow, I don't believe that. I think you're using these facts to entice a truce between us. You want to offer your arms to kill Sigurd so I'll owe you in return, right?"

"That's part of it, but I only saw misery befall those who challenged fate. You and Aether are no exceptions." He continued. "You may have once been an enemy commander, but I can't wrap my head around how you chose to shorten your lifespan like this."

"Perhaps..."

"Perhaps?" Dainsleif copied.

"Perhaps the only reason why I jumped off to a portal to Teyvat is because I wished for death."

Hiroda laughed.

"I have never felt love quite like the way the people of Inazuma had given me. My kin never treated me kindly, and my colleagues were wary of extending affections to a woman cursed by her own father. You should also take into account that these hands have been taught how to wield a sword and shield before it had learned how to write." She rambled.

Nyobo Hiroda finds the term "endless" distasteful. Not only because there is no such thing, but also because she had been waiting for the end with open arms.

"Maybe I just jumped because I wanted to see the end?"

"Brynhildr..."

"Don't pity me, Captain. My views in life had changed after I became the Nyobo so don't be so sympathetic, it doesn't suit you." She chuckled. "I've got a whole 50 years or so ahead of me. I don't need immortality like yours to make the rest of it count."

A moment of silence ensued before Dainsleif laughed softly. There is a gleam of sadness and disappointment in his eyes that Hiroda did not acknowledge.

"I see. Then I was wrong to approach you on this matter. Thank you for the tea, Hiroda."

"What tea, I didn't offer you any– Whatever. Don't mention it."

He was already by the door before Hiroda quipped out one last remark.

"Oh, and before you go," she said. "Can you keep calling me Brynhildr? Not that you're special, it's just that the way you pronounce Hiroda bothers me. It's grating to the ears, that's all."

He laughed, more audibly than usual.

"Sure. Till we meet again, Brynhildr."

She smiled.

She still finds the term "endless" distasteful. After all, if there was no ending to a story, where else would you add those bittersweet "goodbyes" in? Such is the final tale of Nyobo Hiroda.

VOICELINES:

Hello:

I have yet to give a formal introduction, haven't I? My apologies. They call me Nyobo Hiroda, but I am no housewife. It is a name given to me by the Raiden Shogun to solidify my domestic loyalty and occupation as the caretaker of Inazuma. As long as you are in the land of Eternity, you, traveler, are under my care.

About Raiden Shogun: Ei

Ei... So you know the name now, "ei"? Haha, I'm not sorry for that awful pun– believe me, you're not the first person I did that to if that makes you feel better. Compared to her sister, I get along with her swimmingly. She and I have grown in the background of our siblings so we have are similarities. Her eyes bare the same jadedness as I, and that's what seperates her from Makoto.

That and err, her murderous intent in battle. Each time I wield a polearm and she's a few feet away, my heart starts thumping like Fenrir footsteps on a hunt. It's a strange, yet thrilling emotion. I dare say it's addicting... But my poor heart can't handle more stress, lest I'd cough a gallon of blood.

...Wanna hear a small anecdote? Before she shut herself from the world, Ei tried to pass as a normal human on the streets. But, the fool I am, I called her and fully announced her title and divinity so that her people will not take her lightly. Amidst such panic, the dessert in her hands slipped and splat on the floor. I have never seen such adorable tears and display of distress. Can you imagine it? Baal? Close to crying at the supermarket? She's cute. What? No, that can't be the reason Ei isolated herself from the world. Give me a break, she's not THAT sensitive!... Is she...? Oh no.

About Raiden Shogun: Makoto

Makoto was the one to discover my limp body. In fact, she was the one that groomed me into the "tame" and "docile" woman I am today. When I entered Inazuma, I was blunt and had a "colorful language" so not many polite citizens would dare associate with me.

Her training was strict yet gentle. She had judged me starting from my appearance to my personality. Makoto insisted that I dye my bright green hair to a brownish color simply because I wouldn't blend in with the Inazuman crowd. It's almost funny remembering how I broke down over failing basic calligraphy, and having Makoto comfort me with 4 piece takoyakis. E for Effort, I suppose.

Now she's gone, I slip a few curses or two, but not without the guilt of forsaking her teachings. The hundred eyed statue haunts me for it. Makoto and Ei are names that will be shamefully forgotten in history, until only the "Raiden Shogun" remains. I hope that you will remember those two, Traveler. That would give me great comfort when I, too, will pass away.

About Sangonomiya Kokomi:

You wish to know my opinion of her? Oh, then prepare to be disappointed because I do not think of her at all. I like her aesthetics and the way she leads, but other than that I have nothing significant to add. Her Excellency can barely compare to the Almighty Shogun.

About Kaedehara Kazuha:

I watched his friend die. I was at the roof at that time, hawking Baal's movements. It was scary how the poor vagabond nearly tripped over the stairs that I had to quietly distract some soldiers with fire. Other than that, I do not know much about him. I applaud his bravery over risking his life to attack the Shogun, of course. Don't snitch about my intervention.

About Yae Miko:

Since Beelzebul went to live in her own euthymia, Yae and I had become closer than ever. At first, I thought she was a pretentious and traditional kitsune that wants nothing to do with a zealous outlander like me. Well, with how she perceives truths, I would be right with my assessment in a sense. But there's more to her character than just the head shrine maiden. For starters– The two of us pranked my younger brother before by trapping his consciousness in a grain of rice and mixing it in the sacks. Why did Yae do that? Because he disrespected her work. Why did I join in? Because he didn't water the plants. Were we insufferable? Definitely. But the best people aren't without their faults, right?

About Scaramouche: The Balladeer:

Oho? Interested in my brother that wears a woman's hat? He's a doll. The first time I met "him", there was no pulse, and may I add, it was the most peaceful I've seen him. The second time I saw him, he was sitting on the temple staircase, looking like a lost puppy waiting for his master. I... Don't tell Ei this, but I have a feeling I might've been the one that pushed him in this dangerous path. I tried giving advice that would allow him to process his emotions in a healthy way but–... Forget I said that.

Since I was the one that temporary gave him a home, he sees me as a nagging older sister. By that, I mean that I would give him a sermon and he would reply with a smart aleck and leave without eating dinner. *Chuckles*. Can't blame him, I'm not the best cook. I can tell that he does value me, though. Who else would leave a well crafted and oddly clean basket with medicine at my front door every fifth of the month? When you do battle him, not if because I'm certain your paths will cross, won't you take it easy? Shiraishi is like a confused teenager in my eyes. I don't want him too hurt that he won't recover.

About Scaramouche: Younger Brother:

In essence, his real family would be Baal and Beelzebub. However, neither took him in, so I became his first official family before the Tsaritsa. Whenever I have a disagreement with the Raiden Shogun I can't help but bring up the resentment I have for when she left Shiraishi to his own devices. Who's Shi... Oh, right, you don't know.

That's the name he wanted to be called when we lived together. Most people thought it was his surname, which meant neighbors would mistakenly address me as Shiraishi Hiroda when neither of us have a last name. Believe it or not, Shiraishi was loved by the neighborhood as the resident boy-next-door. The teens loved his facade of polite charm, and are even more infatuated whenever he breaks out of that character. Having girls hurdle by our fence, prowling for a glance was a nightmarish sight, to be frank. Makes me grateful the kid moved out. They don't know how that kid wanted to step on them.

About Thoma:

Beel appreciates my neutrality, hence, she had assigned the group whom she thought would share the same values as I to take care of me: the Yashiro Commission. However, Thoma is quite the activist. Never saw a man so dedicated in cleaning the house just so he could listen to some nonsensical resistance meeting. His comical determination to free the tables and carpet of stains isn't anything to laugh at after a while; you'll get used to it. Be that as it may, he would not prioritize my health over it. He's a sweet soul, one that's better off carrying a broom over a weapon in my opinion.

About Kamisato Ayato:

He's doing his part, even when people acknowledge his charismatic sibling more. I would say his strength rivals mine, but to be honest I doubt he can best you, traveler. Still, I raised this man. His strategic wit is a reflection of my own, from long ago...

About Crempog: First Impressions:

Do I know her? No. Does she remind me of someone? Yes– Crempog bares the same smile and mischief as my uncle, Loki. Being in her company feels like home because of her eccentricies. Less toxic than my actual home.

About Baizhu:

N-No! No more! Please! No more herbs! I can't– p-please stop!.... Oh. I thought you were going to say Baizhu will... Nevermind. You wanted my thoughts about him? Well... My reaction speaks volumes, does it not? Please don't scare me like that again.

About Frost:

I'm not so easily deterred by intuition that I would declare with certainty that she and I knew each other in the past. However, it does seem like that, doesn't it? A princess who had slain her father and overruled all corruption in her realm... Sounds like a character I would've idolized before in tales of old. Thread carefully around her, traveler. She is a very persuasive figure in both speech and mannerisms, best be on your guard.

About Dainsleif: First Impressions:

A remarkable blonde swordsman with piercing blue eyes... Hah... It's been a while. The Shogun had placed instructions that I should keep an eye on that Khaenri'an, so I'm simply taking down notes as a humble servant should. It's strictly business. He reminds me of him...

About Dainsleif: Aftermath:

Do not speak his name ever again– I cannot grieve for a man that planned his death. I'll come find him in the afterlife and give him a piece of my mind, instead. Him and Sigurd.

About Brynhildr:

To this day, I doubt Odin is my true father, for I am a valkyrie. In fact, I'm more inclined to think uncle Loki is my father. Freya refuses to answer my questions regarding this, hence why I do not like my realm. Mortals make so many versions of the truth that the genuine artifacts remain lost in literature. Who in the right mind would think uncle Loki is the adopted son of Odin anyways? Foolish mortals. That's who.

About Hiroda:

When Beelzebub took me in, she first positioned me to reside in a cave system because Baal did not trusted me. So in truth, the first nickname I got from this realm was "The Bellowing Squalls" from frightened adventurers, and not "Hiroda" as Baal liked to boast. If those hefty adventurers knew the truth, they would've called me "The Coughing Patient" instead. Still doesn't change the fact the adventurers did it first, hehe.

She used to be incredibly apathetic, having spent most of her years as a instrument of war.

Like this example:

Brynhildr never had been a foe with honor. She would come back to the deceased's family, make a speech about how her soldiers have died with honor, but none of those words ring through. Under her leadership, they died tactless deaths. Some had their heads off their shoulders, some had their blood water the soil below them, while some had their bodies used to the bone. Yet, she plays if off as a necessary sacrifice. That those deaths were all to honor their lord Odin.

When she should've been competent enough.

Brynhildr is an apathetic captain. She never thought of human lives equal to her own. Sure, she led some to her bed but her partners felt akin to clay, molded to her own pleasure. Afterwards, she disposes of them and edges a blade down their throat. It's always up to them whether or not they let themselves get killed. At least, Hildr never realized that what she only offers is an illusion of choice.

Human life had always been fleeting, like a bubble rising to the surface. Transitory. But bubbles stare at her with reverence, with respect. She could only do the same with awe, before she pops them one by one out of curiosity.

So, she never tried. She's already an amazing tactician but she never strived to be better. In her eyes, it would be all for naught. Why should she put effort in something she never cared about?

Something her father never cared about?

"Father! Father!" Young little Hildr crawled up in her father's lap. "I did it! I lead the humans to the right path! We secured a victory! We seized the capital and saved the civilians. I even brought a holy artifact home!"

"Hmm, yes."

Young Hildr grinned widely but as she was about to continue speaking, her brother had entered the room muddy and fatigued.

"Father! I won the axe tournament!"

"Is that so!"

Her father was noticably prouder after hearing his son's achievement, not even noticing how his hands subconsciously tried to pry Hildr away. Hildr watched as his brother completely monopolized their father's attention.

"That's my boy! C'mere son. We'll hold a grand feast!"

Was an amateur axe duel a bigger feat than the war she won?

She slowly frowned. That was the day Brynhildr had her doubts.

"Something her father never cared about?"

The answer to that question is obvious, is it not?

Odin, God of War and Death, never cared about Brynhildr, his "prized" shield-maiden.

She never muffled the complaints and screams of the humans who called her out. Brynhildr never talked back when she heard people call her a cold person, the black sheep of the divine family or a bastard because it's true.

Brynhildr was an unloved child.

She had always been on the sidelines to her brother's glory, when without her, Thor would never gain a victory in the first place. It was her tactics, her effort, her late night strategies that grasped the win and Thor was her pawn. Yet Thor was the face in the posters. He was the one who gets all the compliments. The golden child.

Brynhildr didn't say a word. She just frowns. Because she knows that the father who raised her only did so to make his real biological son look better.

Brynhildr is a bastard.

But being one does not excuse the crimes she had committed.

"You..." The blonde mortal soldier under her feet coughed up. Despite being disheveled and splotched in his own blood, he had not shut up. "You will pay for what you've done!"

"Hmm."

"You will pay for killing my frie–"

"Enough already." Hildr scoffed. "You're tired. Your allies are likely to he happy on the afterlife after receiving an honorable death."

She grabbed a chock-full of his comrade's hair before hurling his corpse above his.

"So just rest and join them, while you still have the chance."

"Honorable?!" He gritted his teeth as his tattered gloves dug through her heels. He refrained from letting his tears fall as his dead friend lingered above him.

"You call that honorable?! It is not about honor– It is about lives! You took their lives for something as petty as honor!"

"Is that not what humans desire?"

She kneeled and met his cerulean eyes.

"Human soldiers have always aspired for a memorable death. One worthy of their cause. You should be glad I had given them such."

"What they wanted was peace..." He said. "For Khaenri'ah. For their own future."

"No. What they wanted was glory in battle. For their enemies' blood to till their land." She wiped the blood off his face.

"You humans are like mindless beasts. You run around to gain wounds, let others heal you, before running back to get some more. Does that life not sound like your own?"

A resounding punch echoed through the empty field.

Brynhildr clenched her jaw.

"... In a hurry to die, I see." She chuckled. "I see. Shame. That just angered me more."

Brynhildr stood up.

"You see... I'm a very spiteful person." She smiled. "And I have close ties with Celestia too, believe it or not."

Dainsleif gulped.

"It would not be a difficult task for me to persuade the higher ups on what punishment– curse you mortals shall receive." Hildr continued.

"It would take centuries. Would you care to find out?"

But of course!!! I make sure she's not sad 24/7 lmao so here's some fun notes:

"Ayato."

"Yes, Hiroda?"

"Have you seen Ayaka?"

"No. Not at all. Goodness me I haven't seen her all day." Ayato pouted "Have you tried the outskirts? Maybe she had already left early today."

"Ayato." Hiroda sighed. "She has a meeting with Takeru this evening. She cannot afford to be missing an hour before their introductions."

"Maybe she can." Ayato placed a hand over his mouth with a pensive expression. Though if Hiroda has to take a guess, his thoughts are far from the matter at hand. "Maybe she can just skip this meeting. It is not my place to meddle with her choices, is that not what you told me last time?"

"You say that but Ayato," Hiroda looked over his shoulder "I don't recall seeing a comically large pile of laundry basket in this room the last time I entered."

Ayato closed his eyes.

"Shit."

"Ayaka get out of the covers and meet Takeru," Hiroda shook her head and clicked her tongue "before I make you."

The "pile of laundry" moved and the ever-so-elegant Ayaka bloomed between the covers. Ayaka, holding back a disgruntled sigh, pushed over the makeshift clothings her brother threw above her. In hindsight, this plan wouldn't have obviously worked, but Ayaka was desperate enough to ignore what she had learned from the Shuumatsuban. She really should've just tried to climb the ceiling.

Ayato can barely hide his stiffled laughs.

Hiroda pulled Ayaka out of the laundry basket. "Takeru isn't a bad kid."

"Pardon me for my appearance at the moment, Hiroda. And also please excuse me, for I am genuinely not interested in meeting him. Not at the present time nor in the near future."

Ouch. Poor Takeru.

"It's a shame that you don't have a choice then." Hiroda deadpanned. She glared at Ayato. He quickly composed himself and gave her an indifferent look. Hiroda closed her eyes.

There were rare moments where the two acted like children, and considering their past, Hiroda finds it difficult to scold them when they went out of line. She watched the kids mature so quickly. Moments where they act out like these are few and far between. To hear Ayato laugh and Ayaka a tangled mess does play with her heartstrings, gently reminding her that the mortals she sworn loyalty to are still kids at heart, hardened by the world's burdens.

Hiroda smiled briefly. This moment is but a gentle reminder of just how important these children are to her.

But of course, it doesn't save them from a mother's wrath.

"My Lord, forbid Ayaka from running off, lest you want to be thrown under the covers too." Hiroda growled. "And Ayaka? Try to escape again and I'll make sure to appoint 5 more meetings with the Kanjou kid."

"W-What?"

"My punishment doesn't sound half-bad." Ayato mumbled.

"Fine then," Hiroda placed both hands on her hips.

"Maybe I should whisper a word to our dear head chef that you should lower your sugar intake. After all, 'the poor boy seems to be getting a lot more headaches from all the junk he's been eating'!" Hiroda palmed her cheeks and tilted her head, her tone was sickenly sweet. "'Oh no, what should we do about that Chef Aiji?'"

"They're not 'junk", the audaci–." Ayato sighed. "Get up now sister, you have an appointment to get to."

"B-But–"

"It would be a disgrace to the Yashiro Commision to be absent at such an important meeting. You must attend." He said. Just like that, Ayato's demeanor changed in a flash.

He snapped his fingers and had his ninjas place a neatly folded change of close in his disposal. Not only that, but there is also a book on the basics of social interaction for dummies. That was not a slight against his sibling but a gift out of concern. Based on how quick his men acted, Ayato likely knew that this is a likely possibility and prepared for this outcome. Hiroda smirked.

Cheeky bastard.

"Brother, you traitor!"

"Now now, Ayaka." Ayato teased. "Loyalty does not translate to blind obedience. Don't worry, big brother will accompany you."

"Wha– I–" Ayaka blushed. "N-No! You will embarras me further! Where have you even heard of a suitor arrangement where the older brother is present. I-I would prefer if you leave me to my own devices thankyouverymuch!"

Ayaka left the room in a hurry.

Hiroda turned to Ayato. "Don't you have work to do?"

Ayato shook his head "No. I secretly had Thoma clear them all out so I can monitor her date."

"I figured as much."

There's so many brainrots for this but I'll stop there.

Here's Sweep's lmao. He's a joke character cuz my second account (which i use to just pull with freemogems) keeps getting electro mommies. To this day the only electro he doesn't have is Cyno

Sweep

Vision: Dendro

Birthday: 12/23

In-game Character Attribute:

A boy said to be a traveling freelance researcher stuck in a teenager's body. Strangely charismatic despite his lack of self-expression. He claims that he knows all everything.

Character Details

Code Name "Sweep" is an entity known to many.

There had been several audio logs and reports retrieved by different organizations coming from this pen name. The papers and audios often foretold upcoming events and weather patterns for the entire year. Some have stumbled upon them coincidentally, while some had to pay their way to retrieve them. If you know where to look, you may find these information sold at prices unattainable by average research fundings.

It's been said that this year's papers weigh more than accounted for since the unknown writer had written in heavy detail about how a blonde traveler will reinstate the nations. The paper was immediately sold to that of Snezhnaya's archon and was never heard from again. Many have sought out who "Sweep" was since then, including yourself, but...

...You should've connected the dots the moment you saw his workstation.

"What? J-Just because I am not the most organized person in Teyvat does not mean that I unwittingly left those notes lying around! I am very calculated when it comes to distributing my research, thank you very much!"

Character Story 1

Unlocked at Friendship Level 2

Contrary to his acquaintances' assumptions, Sweep did not earn his writing techniques from Xingqiu's teachings. When he packs up, he travels alone.

Yet, he ends up being followed by many anyways.

"Keqing, I am not a child to be coddled no longer."

"I'm not coddling you!" She said. "You're being too rash about traveling! Did you pack your underwear?"

"L-Lady Keqing!!!"

This did not stop in Liyue alone. Even in Mondstadt, Inazuma, and the rest of the nations, there would be at least 2 adults that would act as if they knew better than he does (they do.) and it irks him to this day. At first, he thought of it as amusing, especially when the affectionate gesture came from older feminine figures, but it quickly escalated to something that of possessiveness.

"Raiden Shogun," Kokomi, divine priestess of Watatsumi Island, armed herself with her catalyst "put Sweep down immediately."

"Foolish mortal!" The puppet roared "This child is under my protection. You should beg for mercy now before you witness your final moments!"

"Little boy, why don't you come here?" A fox yokai emerged from the shadows, her hands slithering to his shoulders. "Let the two argue while I get you something to snack on, hmm?"

... What? Of course these petty fights weren't the primary reason why he began helping the traveler resolve Inazuma's conflict! He's not that petty! He has some morals, you know?

Character Story 2

Unlocked at Friendship Level 3

Before he became "Sweep", he went by the name "Kai Min". It was a name given to him by the first friend he made in Teyvat, Xingqiu of the Guhua Clan. They met when he woke up in Guili Plains with a fragmented recollection of who he was and it just so happened that the boy passed by.

With nothing to his name nor inventory, he had aided Xingqiu in cutting down the hilichurls that dared to attack them mid-conversation. Inspiration came to the boy quickly and he was dubbed "Kai Min", a name that stands for sharp and triumphant victory.

The name was soon popularized, courtesy of the writer "Zhenyu". In the second volume of his most famous literary work "A Legend of Sword", he had dedicated the book to this dear friend.

"Although these pages are borne out of my adventures, they would not be complete without a Princess Geppeta by my side. Thank you, Kai Min, for being the light in my dark study room."

Inazumans flood to learn more about this Kai Min in hopes of tracking down who Zhenyu is. They had begun to speculate that this person was the writer's love, who remained unrequited and miserable as he wasted away in his books. Some had gone on to examine the meaning behind the name, claiming that Kai Min is merely a poetic personalization of his book's success. Even Albedo, the book's illustrator, had tea with Sweep over who this mystery person may be.

A month after its publication, the "moody teenager" began to wear an Identification Card by his belt. His friend, Xingqiu, began to tease him for such unnecessary actions. Now with a newfound sense of identity, Sweep began to distance himself from the Guhua's juvenile adventures.

"C'mon, Kai! It's not that bad!"

"That's Sweep for you now, frog face!"

Character Story 3

Unlocked at Friendship Level 4 and after finishing Archon Quest Chapter 1 - Act III: "A New Star Approaches"

Sweep as a name is merely a play on his life's true purpose. He was not meant to awake to journey Teyvat and explore its mysteries but to hide it. And 'sweep' whatever dirt the archons and Khaenri'ah's remnants may have over Celestia under the rug.

In short, he was sent to dispose of what mortals can use to topple the divine principles. They dropped him off Liyue first because they suspected Morax, now Zhongli, would do something that would void their contract.

Upon learning this truth, he had left the Guhua Clan's manor in search of his true self. His crisis went unnoticed as Zhenyu's second volume was published. The event was used to cover up his fragile mental stability and excused him as a prepubescent teen. However, he has yet to recover from all that he's learned.

"The rain... It won't stop pouring any time soon." Angel's Share's bartender at the time, Master Diluc, spoke aloud. "Perhaps you should stay here for the night? I can clear out a room for you, kid."

"I'll be fine, Mister."

He looked over Diluc's counter.

"You should try putting those sweeteners to use," Sweep pointed at the shelves. "Once the rainy season ends, more and more people are eager to cozy up with a drink in hand. Trust me, the people WILL be interested in new non-alcoholic refreshments this year. Better a new trendy juice than wine, hmm?"

"Hmph, easier said than done." Diluc scoffed. "What do you propose I do?"

"Try using Wolfhooks."

"... Excuse me?"

"My father loved wolfhooks," Sweep said. "He used to brew me a juice as a child. Just add a teaspoon of berries and caramel, and you could probably make money off a wolfhook stand."

"I didn't know you were from here."

Sweep chuckled, "I was, a long time ago."

"Where are your parents now?"

He smiled and looked gazed out the window. The somber clouds have yet to move.

"The same place yours can be found; take a guess."

A Broken Hilt

Unlocked At Friendship Level 4

There were a few times when Albedo asked Sweep to be his study for his illustrations with each of his poses featuring a broom at his disposal to act as the legendary sword.

"Hmm, this won't do..." Albedo crumpled his draft. "Let's try another position."

Unfortunately, the perfect position wouldn't be found until the next three days. The two went on a two-week hiatus over this project, and even Albedo, who's usually calm, had been occupied by what was once a simple task of painting the next light novel's cover.

On the fifteenth day, Sweep came back with what appeared to be a hilt. The handle was white and akin to that of an eagle's wings, yet the edges are laced with gold and azure glimmers.

If Albedo had to take a guess, that sword was none other than the twin of the legendary sword, Aquil–

"I had to pull this out of someplace unpleasant," he cursed under his breath as he stared at the alchemist. "The cryo regisvine sure is a great place to hide things huh?"

The chemist was too confused to speak.

"Now, let's try this again, Mister Albedo," Sweep smirked.

"Don't blink now, or you might just miss my brilliance!"

Character Story 4

Unlocked at Friendship Level 5

It took Sweep months upon his first descent to recall who he was and what his objectives were. When the realization dawned on him, the look on his face was one Xingqiu would eloquently describe as "a man forced to place flowers on his wife's grave".

Sweep never talked about his true occupation or motives, but the dark circles under his eyes and unkempt skin blemishes say more than words. Each time he had to travel through tourists spots, he could be seen smiling before a frown plasters on his face. His expression was never short of pity and grief.

"Why do you look so down, █████?" ██ asked. "Are you not enjoying the ███████ festival this year?"

"It's not that it's..." He trailed off, before laughing emptily. His blade dug between the roots of a tree and his head rested on the hands that held its hilt. "It's nothing."

"C'mon, tell me, my dear." Her voice called out, soft yet still. Only expected from someone from her position.

"Why should I?"

It is said that after he remembered who he was, his smile and laughter were akin to the noises inside the chasm. Hollow and loud.

Which is an eerie thing to hear alone when you stand before a giant tree and empty field in Mondstadt.

Sweep looked up to the heavens with scorn in his eyes.

"Mom, you left me here to die."

The wind blew past his form. Perhaps the anemo archon mourned with him too.

A Vision

Unlocked at Friendship Level 6 and after finishing Archon Quest Chapter 1 - Act III: "A New Star Approaches"

Of course, Celestia would be unwise not to give its spy the eyes of the heavenly principles.

When Sweep first awoke with Xingqiu staring at his sleeping face, he was bombarded with questions as to how he attained his vision. At the time, the writer had been facing a humongous block for weeks and when he stated that he cannot recall the details, he was initially distraught at Xingqiu's disappointment at first.

But now he felt as though he should've been more callous when he speaks about the glowing green object.

He can barely recall his parents' faces or how he initially received his dendro vision, but he can take an educated guess. The snippets in his memory imply that he had been a curious child centuries ago, one that had sacrificed his physical wellbeing in the pursuit of wonders. When he gazes at his vision now, he can only guess that the same logic applies to who he is today.

A researcher slaved to Celestia's whims.

"Ha..." He said while he helped Zhongli place his furniture in his new apartment. Sweep had been roped in with the promise of retrieving his mother's sword, so he obliged. "You know, Mister Zhongli, would my lives be a lot more different if I was someone like you?"

"What do you mean, child?"

"Someone with a geo vision, I mean." Sweep said.

"If I wasn't smart enough or didn't get a dendro vision, do you think my soul would've been resting by now?"

Zhongli smiled at him with pity.

"I'm afraid it's written under my contract that I cannot share that information with you, my apologies, child."

Character Story 5

Unlocked at Friendship Level 6

Sweep is slowly recovering after piecing his memories back together. Grief is such an egregiously long process that if there were a potion to lessen its effects, he would've taken it in a heartbeat.

However, perhaps he doesn't need a potion for that to work, when he's surrounded by friends all year round.

"Greetings Kai!" Xingqiu called out to him with empty parchments in hand. "I got us a slot at this year's This Novel Is Amazing!"

"You mean you got yourself a slot."

"My win is your win, my liege." Xingqiu teased. "Tell me, which genre will sell more this season?"

"Why on earth should I tell you, cheeky monkey?" Sweep huffed.

"Because I am your friend and you are incredibly perceptive when it comes to socioeconomic and political trends?"

"... Fine." Sweep gave in, making Xingqiu beam at the prospect.

"In exchange, you have to listen to my confession." He said. "I will tell you all that I am and I want you not to judge me. You will not stop being friends with me after I tell you everything. I will not allow it."

The two went quiet.

"S-So..." Sweep coughed, blushing behind his hands. "A-Are you going to take this deal or not?"

"Kai Min, Sweep..." Xingqiu pushed his hands away from his face. "You will always be a dear friend to me, no matter who you may be."

"So go on, tell me everything."

"█████", "Kai Min", or "Sweep" may be a lonely figure written in history as an anonymous prophet, but from then on, he will always be alone together with his companions.

#ansytea-talks #genshin OCs

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theredconversegirl · 4 years ago

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Hi hi, Can you rec me some fics where Sakura dies and Sasuke has to go through it? I saw this prompt once about what would sasuke react if sakura was killed by Gaara when they were Genin. (I kinda wanna feel some angst💔💔)

Hi nonny,

Thank you for stopping by! 💕

This is one of the most requested asks I’ve received lately (and also the most difficult one to answer). 😢 Seriously, I cried a few times re-reading this fics.😭

I have a list for you and it includes mostly one-shots. There will be fics where Sasuke realizes too late how he feels about Sakura, there will be ones where he rages and succumbs to darkness, and others where he mourns the love of his life. I think no warnings are necessary other than the list’s title, right?

So, grab your kleenex box 🤧 and let’s feel some angst together:

Sakura dies 🍅🌸

One Life for Another By: soulaire / @soulairee

She looked up into his blank gaze and smiled sadly. 'I always knew fire would be the death of me,' she thought. With that, she closed her eyes, the smile still on her face. [Rated T, complete]

This story tore my heart in tiny little pieces. 😭 It’s so sad but there’s some comfort by the end. But then you remember why he needs comfort and then the mood switches to hurt and sadness again. 🥺

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sakura dies giving birth to sarada By: @sun-summoning

oh god my heart. 💔

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Gone By: twilightdazzle

It took all of five minutes for Sakura to fall in love with Sasuke. It took Sasuke years and the pain of death to realize he loved her back. [Rated T, complete]

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Sakura dies in his arms prompt (untitled) By: @roraewrites

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We'll Do Our Best By: DeepPoeticGirl

After nine years, they learned to be okay. Most of the time, anyway. Papa would always miss Mama, and she would too—but they would be okay. They would live on. Happiness wasn't lost. [Rated K+, complete]

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Sakura dies in Sasuke’s arms after she protects him By: @ghostofyou2

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Énouement By: ElizaTellsTheStory

Sasuke has always known great loss. It is what has shaped and controlled his entire life. When another great loss touches Sasuke’s life, he struggles to cope without falling into darkness again. [Rated T, complete]

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where love is lost, a ghost is found [Ch 22 of I'd Be Yours, If You'd Be Mine] By: DeepPoeticGirl

Just once, she wanted to hear him say it. Even if he didn’t mean it. [Rated T, complete]

🌸 what have you done now [Ch 32 of I'd Be Yours, If You'd Be Mine]

He would lose another precious person to death by his own hands. [Rated T, complete]

🍅 this isn’t what I wanted [Ch 35 of I'd Be Yours, If You'd Be Mine]

He broke a promise he’d made to himself ever since the massacre happened. [Rated K+, complete]

🌸 stay here, with us [Ch 55 of I'd Be Yours, If You'd Be Mine]

With prolonged labor came many complications. This wasn’t going to end well. [Rated T, complete]

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Okaeri, Sasuke-kun By: purflixoxo

After giving birth to their children, Sakura died and left Sasuke behind. Sasuke becomes a coldhearted jerk while Sarada becomes a strong oldest daughter for this broken family. This is a story how Sasuke as a single father deals with his new family without love and how Sarada takes care of her siblings without mother figure. "Because you are our father, Dad." [Set after-700.] [Rated T, incomplete]

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Dance for Me, Marionette By: soulaire

Sasuke feels the Sharingan whirl to life, alarmed, expecting some sort of enemy. His instincts tell him to run, to flee, to get as far away from her as he can. Unnatural, his mind screams at him, inhuman. And it's true. Because she isn't human. No, the girl who used to be his teammate has turned into Sasori's prize possession. She's nothing now. Nothing but a puppet. [Rated T, complete]

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finis noster By: sincerelyLen

Uchiha Sasuke would offer Haruno Sakura the opportunity to experience what they could have had - he would offer her the mercy of a blissful sleep. [Rated K, complete*] *Read Part 2 here: How will we end?

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The Art of Losing By: OdeliaD

"Sakura." She seemed to be un-phased, as if she had known of his presence all along. The last few drops of essence dripped from the rim of her container before she screwed the cap on tightly, lifting her gaze to meet his. "Sasuke." [Rated M, complete]

Thank you @kjt1124 for sending me the link for this fic! 😘 This is the story I was looking for the other day.

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The Downfall By: A m r a k l o ve

Her mother passes away one Tuesday evening, as ordinarily as it comes, and her father takes it the hardest of them all. Sakura, his wife, the mother of his children, and the love of his life, now eternally gone. / Married life; Set some years in the future. [Rated K+, complete]

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What Sasuke would do if Gaara had killed Sakura By: DeepPoeticGirl

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365 Days By: NineStoicCrayolas / rec by @peachypie97

He has never thought that he'd have to bury anyone he loved ever again. [Rated M, hiatus]

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Abstergo By: Seraphina Scribes / rec by @kjt1124

He showed her what he knew was her greatest nightmare. To break her mind. To cast her heart from him. To keep her down. To protect her. /Inspired by the events of Chapter 693, in which Sakura breaks out of Sasuke's genjutsu and does the very thing he wanted to make absolutely sure she couldn't - intervene. [Rated T, complete]

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Fight Inside By: Shiroi Kiba no Kyohi-ka

Rumors are going around that Sakura has died, so Sasuke allows himself to be spotted in order to confront his former team. What he finds as a result ends up being more than he can handle. A twisted tale of love, tragedy, heartbreak, and hope. [Rated M, complete]

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Arigato By: Anisita1

A great sacrifice by Sakura before the fourth ninja war leaves Sasuke devastated. When there is no longer hatred or rancor in your heart, but only pain, what would you be willing to do to alleviate it? How far would you travel to find it? - A ninja world, however alternate. AU. [Rated M, on going] [Spanish version: Arigato]

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Living For Your Whims By: asteriskjam

In her last moments, Sakura shows more strength than she had in her lifetime. And for the first time in his, Sasuke doesn't appreciate it. 'Stop it! Stop looking like you're ready to move on! ...Because I'm not.' [Rated T, complete]

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If anyone has other recs for this list, please let me know. Thanks! 🙏 Well, I hope you enjoy this list despite of the incredibly sad theme.🙂

~ Happy Reading & Stay Safe!

xoxo

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evermorehaikyuu · 3 years ago

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It’s Nothing Special

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BREAKING NEWS | WHITE WALLS | AU CONTRAIRE

She was supposed to be out by now. The news that Y/N had been in the hospital or in some sort of ward were seen as rumors, albeit some people insisting that it was true.

The rumors had spiraled out of control to the point where Tsukishima didn’t know anything. If he texted any other members of her team, they all said the same thing: I don’t know. He found it ridiculous that they didn’t know, but he had a feeling that they were hiding her status from him. To make sure he didn’t get his hopes up or because of something happening? Either way, he just wanted to know if she was okay.

Even Semi and Tendou avoided telling him anything. Tendou and Semi constantly looked pale whenever he asked and they quickly changed the topic. It didn’t help either that they were constantly worried.

No matter how much his own team tried to cheer him up, that lingering doubt still stayed in the back of his head: Will she come back to normal? After the little bit of news that Yuki was the Unknown Address, he could tell the entire experience was traumatizing. Who in the world would try to murder their best friend because they got everything that they wanted? You’d think they’d find another way to unleash their anger and to go so far so as to threaten innocent people’s lives...Yuki was definitely not sane. They should’ve found out earlier. He should’ve done something to try and protect her, but then again what could he have done? Tsukishima’s thoughts were too conflicting and lying down in bed didn’t help.

Meanwhile, Y/N was sitting in her new place, frowning. She was trying to sort out everything that happened in the last week. Thanks to the amount of rumors swirling around, no one would blame her for staying out of the face of the public for a while. She took that time to try and see what she could gather.

Yuki was the Unknown, that much she knew. But how long had Yuki harbored those feelings? And why did he decide to work with her? Why would he threaten innocent people? What was in it for him?

Too many questions with no answers at all. Perhaps that was the reason why she could feel Yuki slipping away since the start of the meeting with Karasuno. His jealousy was too much to the point where he had even tried to kill her. She shouldn’t have forgiven him and even so, she was furious with him. He did not have any logic in his plan for one. Two, it was utterly ridiculous. Here she was, a sitting duck, all because doctors thought that she was going slightly insane. Maybe she was a little shaken, but to go ahead and treat her like someone in a ward, that’s what made her frustrated. That was Yuki’s fault.

Someone knocked at the front door and when it opened, Y/N tensed. Even though she knew she had given a copy of the key to Suki, it didn’t help that she was now more paranoid than before. When the girl walked in with freshly dyed hair, she was followed by the rest of Y/N’s team. Suki said, “This place is messier than what I expected.”

“Can you blame me?” Y/N sighed. She knew the place was messy but she couldn’t find the time (nor the willpower) to actually clean everything up.

“Not really.” Hikari said when he walked in, holding a bag of things Y/N didn’t recognize. “It’s crazy, to think that Yuki would do something like that. I never expected it.”

Yukie and Kaori walked in next, holding bags of food. Yukie said, “Sakura couldn’t come. She has to study for some finals she said, but she really wanted to be here.”

“Are we sure she isn’t actually scared?” Y/N joked bitterly. Those rumors had gotten to her own team. She genuinely wanted to deck Yuki now.

Her managers didn’t comment on anything and they instead got to work as Suki requested. The house before her morphed into what seemed like a butterfly transformation. All of the empty mugs everywhere were whisked into the kitchen, the lingering smell of someone who had lived there but didn’t care started fading away, the newspapers giving any idea of what happened to Yuki were discarded, the chips of glass from when she had broken a plate in fury as well as several others got swept, and soon enough, the house finally looked livable.

Hikari sat across from her, handing her a mug of her favorite hot drink. Y/N mumbled a thank you, but she already expected what their questions were going to be. After all, she hadn’t answered their calls for weeks and in her fit of rage, she’d broken it. Luckily, it wasn’t an expensive phone but it just went to show how furious she was that no one commented on her not picking up calls or answering messages.

Yuki had brought out a side of Y/N that nobody thought was there and it was in the worst way possible.

Taking a deep breath, the light haired boy across from her asked, “Are you comfortable with us asking you questions and telling you things?”

With a sip of her drink, Y/N thought about it. It seemed like an eternity since she’d seen her friends and now she was just tired. She wanted to curl up somewhere and sleep for a good week or so. It was nice that Hikari was asking though. Knowing his job, it might’ve been inspiration for something or other.

It seemed like Hikari read her mind then. “I won’t take it as inspiration. I’m not that cruel. I know what you’ve gone through, I just want your consent to ask if this is okay.”

The other three girls arrived in the living room, taking respective seats and all eyes were on Y/N. There was just a shadow of a doubt crossing her face before she responded. “Okay.”

“Yuki was incarcerated after we got to the scene. He claims that he was trying to kill you and even though he said that he’d leave Karasuno alone, he said he wouldn’t. He wanted to save Tsukishima last to savor his look of pain once he admitted that he had killed you. The reason why he wanted to do so was because he was jealous of you. Everything you had, he believed it was because of him. There’s an investigation going on about your parents because he had said something suspicious about it.”

Y/N frowned. This was adding up, but in a way she didn’t want to admit. “Yuki had something to do with my parents?”

“Not him exactly. As I said, there’s an investigation going on. Along with that, they’re going to find your real name and you can decide whether to take it back or keep your stage name.”

“I’ll keep my stage name, thanks.” It was supposed to come out jokingly, yet it seemed like the past month or so had deeply scarred her. She had one coherent thought come out of her. Tsukishima. “Is Tsukishima okay?”

“I can answer this.” Kaori said, plucking out a snack from Yukie’s hands. “He’s been severely worried about you and calling us all. However, Semi had said not to tell him anything about you because he knew how you were.”

“Ah yes, the cameras, I’ve been waving at them the entire time.” That was a lie, she’d been cursing out Semi and Yuki the entire time, making vulgar gestures at the camera when she was bored.

Kaori knew this because when Sakura had watched the footage, she always reported that. It had made her laugh then but at the sight of the broken girl before her, it didn’t seem as funny. “Tsukishima is still worried about you and he really wants to see you soon. Let’s just say that he’s also been driving his company insane because he refuses to cooperate until he knows you’re okay.”

Y/N’s heart raced against its own will. She could still remember the conversations she had had with him and how he had been able to make her smile easily. Karasuno had told her that he completely changed when they were talking and he was even excited nowadays if he knew that she’d be somewhere. He refused to always say anything about them both, but Y/N knew that he was just someone that didn’t talk openly about private things. It was clear in their messages, now that she thought about it. It was clear how much they cared about one another. After all, would she have done what she did for anyone else? She’d like to think so, but honestly, it depended. At least it was Tsukishima and not anyone else. She didn’t want to think about that. “Really?”

“Yeah. It’s why Karasuno has been on break for about a week or so now. Trust me when I say that we’ve had to blackmail so many news outlets to stop talking about both of you. But they still do.” Kaori shrugged before sighing. “This entire thing has caused a lot of chaos.”

It was true. She could see it from the bags under their eyes and how tired they were. A flare of love and admiration for these four came up from within her. They had signed a contract to work with her but she saw them as her best friends. All of this work to make sure that her privacy was ensured. Even Suki, who appeared to loathe Tsukishima, had worked to try and let him down gently.

Suki had chosen that moment to speak, in a voice that Y/N had never heard from her before. It was much more gentle and soft. “I think it’s best if you talk to him at some point.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she looked at her. “Have you gotten past the enemy stage?”

She shrugged. “Let’s just say that if he makes you happy, I can deal.”

Yukie raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to see him soon?”

Y/N nodded. With that action of assent, Yukie grinned. “Good, because lover boy texted immediately. Come on. We’ll go to his company. Let’s get you ready.”

On the way to the company, Y/N could not stop moving. There was only the thought of what she would say to him. What could she say after this entire ordeal? Hi, I’m back, I missed you and it turns out I have genuine like like feelings for you but Yuki messed it all up--Yeah, scratch that, that was definitely not going to be something he’d tell him.

“Now you’re making me nervous and I’m not doing anything,” Suki joked, but the bitter tone behind it threw Y/N off.

“You okay?” Y/N knew her best friend like the back of her hand and something was up. “Is it Tsukishima?”

“Actually, no. It’s nothing really.” Suki looked at her sadly and shrugged. “All I’m wondering is why he did it until now. Looking at it from his point of view, don’t you think that he would’ve been smart to figure it all out earlier? What I’m saying is why now? What caused him to do something like that?”

Y/N had thought about that countless times. Considering the amount of openings she had had, it was just a wonder that he didn’t attack her from the start. Maybe she could go and talk to him or have someone else do so. But something wasn’t out in the open yet and she wanted to know.

Once they were at the familiar building, Y/N stepped out, staring up at it. “Is it too late now to go back?” She could feel the bile rising up her throat, nervousness infiltrating every part of her being. Maybe this was a worse idea than what she had thought.

“It’s just him, Y/N,” Kaori said gently, leading the group. They had gotten on an elevator to go to the very last floor.

Meanwhile, Tsukishima was pacing in that floor in the dance room. Yamaguchi, Kageyama and Hinata watched him curiously. Here the most monotone of the group was, extraordinarily worried for someone that shouldn’t have concerned him as much as it did. But as much as he denied it, those feelings were just feelings of love. Had he come to terms with them? Who knew?

Tsukishima looked up at the door for the umpteenth time today as if expecting Y/N to walk through or create a bigger possibility of her finally arriving. To his shock, the door opened and this time it wasn’t the others. It was Y/N’s managers as well as Hikari and Suki.

Yukie said, “All right, clear out, let’s give them some privacy.”

The other three started complaining, giving retorts as to why they should stay until Yukie grabbed Yamaguchi’s wrist, Kaori coaxed Hinata out of the door and Hikari made Kageyama follow him out. Suki went over to Tsukishima, her arms crossed as the door closed.

“Let me just warn you: she’s not the same. She’s changed. The girl still likes you though. Take care of her for me, got it?” With those words, Suki opened the door to show Y/N standing there.

But it didn’t seem like her anymore. The misery in her eyes was still there. Her posture was no longer like before, it seemed like she was shrinking back. It was clear from her trembling hands too that she didn’t know whether it was right to go in or not.

Tsukishima had wide eyes and when she walked to him, he didn’t think, he just acted. Pulling her in for a tight hug, he buried his face in her shoulder. “Thank God.”

“Hey, Tsukki.” Her voice was softer than before, almost inaudible as she hugged him back just as tightly. “I miss--” Her voice broke and Tsukishima could sense her on the verge of tears. He turned out to be right and at the sound of her crying, he felt like he’d cry along with her. If he’d ever get the chance, he’d have a long talk with Yuki at least for turning her into the girl before him.

When she had calmed down, he led her away to the wall and made her sit next to him. “Do you want to talk about it?”

She was fiddling with her fingers, clearly thinking about what to tell him. Looking at the wall across from him, he decided to wait patiently until she was ready. It didn’t take long. After five minutes of silence, Y/N spoke up. “Yuki came after me. He wanted what I had for himself. I think the prospect of both of us collaborating was something he hated because it’d make us--well, me--rise to the top. He believed that he deserved that position more than you. That’s...basically it.”

The blond frowned. Yuki just wanted what Y/N had? Why did he stick by her though? “You don’t think that he actually, you know...”

“What, liked me as more than a friend?” Y/N scoffed. “They thought it was a possibility. I don’t know. I don’t really care.” However the way she spat out those words made it clear that she didn’t know what to think. “Not after what he did.”

These were the occasions where he knew immediately what to do next or maybe even have taken Tanaka and Noya’s advice. Now he was slightly lost. Scratch that, more than slightly lost. Instead, he let her lean against his shoulder for a while and it was quiet again. It was peaceful until he decided to speak up. “Have you eaten yet? I think we should go to this place I think you’d like.”

Y/N knew that he was trying his hardest to make her feel better so with a smile, she nodded against him. “Okay. Let’s go then.”

Neither of them wanted to stay in the past but the only way to go forward was dealing with it. They’d both be fine together and they knew that they’d be able to help each other out whenever it started to get bad.

Hmmm its almost done literally that’s so sad

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obeysword · 3 years ago

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@arcanalight - chihaya !! 👻

When photography first arrived in Japan, people believed that the camera could steal soul. POSTMORTEM PHOTOGRAPHS became a type of morbid photography that held a special significance in Japanese history. Yu’s only read a little about it, not able to understand why anyone would find COMFORT in seeing pictures of loved ones resting in eternal slumber. The booklet wedged inside his bag holds too many questions and he lacks the answers. But the pictures are beautiful. Locked in time, whoever took them had an unrivaled talent in the field. He’s not sure if he particularly wants them, either. But before the book arrived from Yukiko in Inaba, he’d found another CAMERA OBSCURA. It looked just like Yukiko’s from all those years ago. But along the box was a distinct crack, like it’d been dropped. The cover was broken but held the box shape. No wonder it was for sale. The moment Yu saw it along JINBONCHO he couldn’t ignore it, however. Antique bookstores often accumulated rare findings from paperbacks to items: tea sets, figurines, clocks, furniture. The old camera, able to take photos of ghosts and other objects unseen by the naked eye, is different from Yukiko’s. This one holds compound lenses.

Another camera, this old book of photographs, and even Akira had discovered one on the sketchy website he frequented. It’s too perfect to ignore the threads of fate are binding them in the direction of the dead once again.

Yu will never forget the mansion, the shrine, the ROPES, and the mirror. Tingling bells still manage to send chills up his spine and heightened his already unnatural awareness. How many nightmares did he have of that place? It was supposed to be an outing to satisfy Yukiko’s curiosity of legends and myths, and Yu wasn’t going to let her go alone -- and he hadn’t found a convenient way of getting out of it with his thoughts stalling after hearing the tale. He got more than he bargained for going there. The mansion was haunted with ghosts and curses and all ill-manner of supernatural phenomenon. Women with BROKEN NECKS, hanging from the sakura trees, and a gateway to Hell that needed to be binded with the bloody ropes of the strangled maiden. He survived the horror story and lived to tell his own tale. But of course there would be other cameras, other places shrouded in death. There were rumors all over Inaba-shi regarding legends of the sunset and the mountain that loomed in the distance.

It’s with heavy thoughts that he approaches the table and the woman with gentle features and pretty blonde hair. There’s an odd serenity that comes over him being in her presence. Where there’s no need for secrets, he can be open with his thoughts and the records of his life. Yu’s soul is old, older than what one lifetime prior can tell of it. And he can tell, it’s never found peace until his current cycle. Tragedy and death always seem to line his wake. It’s almost poetic if he thought about how unfortunate it all was.

❝Mifune-san. You might not remember me...❞ Polite and honorable as can be, but Yu knows how IMPOSSIBLE it is to forget his face. Pale hair, striking eyes, handsome features unrivaled by anyone who comes in contact of him. He’ll never be left alone, and will never be truly forgotten no matter the years that pass. Yu is an entity unlike any other; even his grace and perception remains unparalleled. Traits that he once resented, he’s embraced. It’s probably made him even more beautiful as a result. ❝But I came to you about a year ago. You gave me a reading and told me I was at the crossroads to RUIN if I ignored what was going on around me and didn’t allow my partner to help.❞ It’s frightening how accurate everything turned out. She couldn’t have predicted a reality driven by a sociopath with a god-complex, but there was a purpose for it as well. Yu won’t thank Maruki. He hopes he’s lying face down in a ditch somewhere. But he’s happier than he ever was.

❝I was hoping you’d be able to help me with something, and maybe even listen to a story or two.❞ A cocky uplift of the corners of his mouth, and mirth flickering through sharp grey eyes. Untrained gazes could see it as flirtatious. With Yu, it’s DANGER and a warning, like thunder booming in the distance and the storm growing closer. One could count the seconds before the lightning split open the dark sky. The topic isn’t going to be as light as his calm voice alludes. Small animals would sense the underlining tension coming from him and scurry off to the safety of the underbrush. ❝Can I sit down?❞

#arcanalight #▼ VERSE FATAL FRAME △ ( arcanalight - closed ; in this cage )#another baby monster has escaped from the womb :c #i just realized how gross that sounds but ohhh gosh !!#omg i'm so excited for this !!#and yu got to meet chihaya again 🥰

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datenightfright · 4 years ago

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Infamous

This story is dedicated to Oiwa. Thank you for allowing me to share your story, may you one day find peace.

Previous/Next

Pairing: Kayako Saeki x WOC Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, stabbing.

As always, thank you to @mlmdarkfiction and @doodleferp for letting me rant until I figure things out and giving me the best ideas to work with. Your help is indispensable.

Things were strange nowadays. Somehow, someway, you had become more famous than your husband. When the news of your husband’s strange death hit the media, news crews were outside of your house immediately to bombard you with questions. Did you think it was the work of Kayako? Would his new book be published posthumously? Did you notice anything strange about the house? Did you have any idea who murdered Haru? You did what the police advised you to do. You made a blanket statement to the media at a press conference stating that you hoped your husband’s killer felt remorse and that they would come forward soon, and that you hoped, with time, you’d be able to find happiness once more. You even managed to sound perfectly broken up about the whole matter.

Some people said you were the one that had done it. Well not, physically, but you’d hired a jealous lover to off him. Thankfully those people were in the minority. The prevailing theory that was some crazy fan had felt slighted by him and decided to end his life the moment he stepped foot outside his house. The theory among his fans though...that was closer to the truth than you’d like to admit. They were adamant that the house had killed him. That the ghost of Kayako had offed him and chucked him out a window. The hole in that theory, however, was why you and your daughter still lived. Didn’t Kayako kill everyone that entered her house?

When you’d told his mother over the phone, the normally stern, composed woman became a wreck of lamentations for her lost son. You helped you father-in-law arrange the funeral, as was your duty, and decided to hold the viewing in their home, since yours had such awful rumors hanging about it. The funeral had been a quick one, but tiring nonetheless.

Now you were alone in your house, letters and presents from fans stacked about the place, wondering what the hell you were going to do with your life. You had to get a job. Being able to feed yourself and your daughter was of the utmost importance to you. Luckily, it wasn’t such a pressing matter, as Haru left everything he had to you, which was a sizable amount of money, and being his widow meant you got all the royalties from his book. But still, that money would dry up eventually, then where would you be?

You hum and splash warm water over your daughter. She giggles as you do so. “Clean baby!” You coo, rinsing the soapy water from her feet. “I have a clean baby!” When you’re finished, you pick her up and bring her to your chest, despite her soaked state. She giggles as you place kisses to her cheek. You turn to gather the towel, managing not to yelp when you find Kayako standing directly behind you, towel already in hand.

You ignore what looks like Kayako wanting to hold your baby, and instead simply take the towel from her. “Thank you,” You say, wrapping your baby up. “Clean baby,” You start to sing again, “I have a clean baby.” You shuffle past Kayako, holding your baby close as you go.

You continue to sing as you dry Sakura off, dress her, and feed her. Today was going to be a big day. Today you were going to meet with someone that might be able to help you with your problem. You might be able to rid yourself of Kayako once and for all. If not for your sanity, then for the sake of your daughter’s ability to lead a normal life.

You feel her presence as you put on your shoes. She was always there at the door when you put on your shoes. Her death rattle soon to follow. This time, she grabbed your arm, startling the hell out of you. She was cold, so damnably cold. You look into her eyes. Normally they’re empty pits of black, but now they look...panicked almost. “I’ll be back,” You find yourself saying. “I don’t know when, but I’ll be back.” You give her a shaky smile. She seems to find that an acceptable answer as she lets go of your arm after a moment’s hesitation. Without another word, you slip out the door.

You try not to rush out of the shadows of the house, but you couldn’t help it. All the time you could get outside of that damnable place was a moment of fresh air and sunshine. Gloom hung eternal around the home, and god dammit you needed to breathe every once in a while. You turn on to the main road, feeling yourself relax more the further away from the house you got.

You make it to your mother-in-laws house with little problem. Parking on the side of the street, you get out and gather your baby. Before you shut the back door, your mother-in-law is rushing down the drive to greet you. She pulls you into a hug before taking Sakura from your arms. Ever since Haru died she’d been more...tolerable of your presence, sometimes going overboard with affection. It was still awkward for the both of you, but neither of you said anything about it. Perhaps it was because you were the mother of her last connection with her baby boy and she understood that you could take all that away from her. Ironic, really.

You hurry up the drive behind her as she babbles to the baby about how much fun they were going to have. You both stop in the doorway, you huffing at your slight exertion, and your mother-in-law giving you that infuriating expectant look. Some things never changed. “Here,” You say, shoving the baby bag to her chest, not caring how rude it was. She didn’t have Haru to bitch at any more, thus, you didn’t have a care in the world. “I’ll be back tomorrow evening,” You say, giving your baby a quick kiss. “You be good for Grandma ok?” You say as she giggles.

Waving bye to her you enter your car once again, you blow kisses before your line of sight is cut off by a closed door. You were silently thankful for your mother-in-law, even if you still didn’t like her. One night to get this shit figured out, one afternoon meeting. You were hellbent on riding yourself of this curse, or die trying. A momentary skip of your heartbeat as you thought of your baby. Would she go down with you? If you played your cards right, Sakura would at the very least be safe from the curse.

You try to speed your way to your destination, but find yourself lost in the maze that is Japan. Looking over and over at your list of directions, you were lucky enough to park with more than enough time to make it to your meeting.

You fix yourself as you hurry towards the building. Professor Ibuki Sato had agreed to meet with you to discuss your current circumstances. Well, alright, he hadn’t agreed to meet you, more like begged. He was a professor of the paranormal at a community college and had been one of your late husband’s most ardent fans. He emailed you days ago, wanting to know what really happened. You didn’t trust him one bit, so you were going to monitor your story as much as you saw fit and gauge his reaction from there. You only wanted help for one thing, and you were going to go to hell and back to get it.

You easily find your way to the professor’s room. You knock lightly, trying to adjust your outfit again. You couldn’t understand why you were so nervous. The door opens and one girl comes out, looking bored and irritated. There was an aura around her that reminded you of the house. It was so strong, you had to take a few steps back. She looks at you curiously, but says nothing as she walks away. You watch her as she leaves.

“Mrs. Kubo!” A loud voice interrupts your rude staring. A disheveled man looks brightly at you. “Come in!” He says, holding the door wide open for you. “Thank you,” You mutter, bowing to him and hurrying in.

“Please, have a seat.” he motions to a chair. You sit, sinking right into its squishiness. It would be comfortable if not for the fact that you were so nervous. Professor Sato sits across from you, a smile flitting across his face. It wasn’t a perverted one at the very least, just a bit awkward. “I’m so sorry about your husband,” he says. You nod, making a non committal noise. “He was a pioneer in the field,” Sato said awkwardly, “I mean he, he-”

“Can we cut to the chase?” You ask gently. The professor looks relieved. “Is the house really haunted?” He asks. “Yes,” You simply say. “But it’s weird.”

“Weird? How? Haven’t you lived in haunted places before.” You snort. “None of them were haunted.” You tell him. Shaking your head, “Not like this anyway. Kayako…” You pause trying to find the right words. “It’s been three months,” You say, exasperated. “Three months and she’s done nothing more than jump scare me by standing behind me when I least expect it.” Sato frowns at your explanation. “She cooks breakfast most mornings, and dinner, she does the dishes. She’s even done the laundry once. She’s always hovering like...like she’s waiting to help or something.” You continue to ramble for nearly ten minutes about all the things she did. Making the bed, arranging shoes neatly by the door, even putting papers in neat, organized piles. Sato listened without interrupting.

“It sounds like she’s in love,” He says blandly. The statement shocks you so bad you physically jump. “Excuse me?”

“Think about it,” Sato says, “Making food, cleaning up around the house, it all sounds like she’s trying to take care of someone she’s in love with.” Your brow furrows, your brain somehow not able to puzzle it out. “Who the hell could she possibly be in love with?” You mutter. Your husband was dead, and the last man she was married to killed her so violently she still haunted the mortal realm. Sato looked at you, highly amused. “You,” He says through a chuckle. “That’s absolute bullshit.” You deadpan. This causes him to throw his head back with laughter. “Is it?”

“Yes!” You say, standing up in indignation, “It is! There’s no way in hell she’s in love with me. She’s dead!”

“In Japan, the dead are thought to be born from high emotions, to feed off them. Hatred and rage are two of the most powerful, but so is love.” Sato explains, “Here, I want to show you something.” Sato moves towards his desk and you follow him. He brings out a journal and hands it to you. “It’s Kayako’s journal,” He says, pride obvious in his voice. You don’t even want to begin to think about how he’d gotten it.

You take the journal but don’t open it. “Well?” Sato says, obviously excited. You grimace. “I don’t think it’s right,” You say, putting the book on the desk. Sato looks at you with confusion. “You said it yourself, she’s dead.”

“Yeah, but you don’t have to live with her ghost.” you mutter. Sato nods in acquiescence. “The journal describes her life from the time she was eight years old to the moment of her death.” Sato explains, taking to book up again. “It serves as the counterpoint that tipped the balance in her disfavor. It seems as though she was obsessed with someone during her lifetime.”

“Obsessed?” You murmur. Sato nods. “She followed him everywhere. Watched him. His name is written all over the pages of her book.” He holds the object in question in the air. “It’s possible that, by some miracle, her curse has changed from vengeance, to one of unrequited love.”

“You’re damn right it’s unrequited! I want her out of my life! She makes me miserable, I don’t-” You stop, gaining control of yourself. “I don’t want my baby to grow up in that damned place,I want her to survive this stupid curse. But I don’t have many options.”

Sato presses his lips together. “I’ll have to do some research.” He tells you honestly. “Can I give you a call?” You huff, running your hands through your hair in frustration. “Fine,” You say, “Fine. You know how to get in touch with me.” You turn on your heel to leave but pause. A familiar flash of black moves across a picture frame. Kayako. Shit. She heard everything, of that, you were sure.

You lived in fear. Any day now Kayako would extract her extreme revenge, you just knew it. You wince at a creak sounding off somewhere in the house. Yes, any moment now Kayako was going to come out of hiding and end your life.

You huff and roll over, hoping she would just do it already. The suspense was making you a nervous wreck. Another creak, another wince. Was it windy outside you wonder? The house is usually as silent as a tomb. Perks of it being haunted you guessed. You groan and flop over on your back. You were getting nowhere. “Kayako?” You called out, for the zillionth time. And for the zillionth time no response.

Two weeks, it had been two weeks since your fight with Kayako. If you could even call it a fight. After your meeting with Sato, you’d come home to a completely wrecked house. Furniture upturned, papers everywhere, pictures on the walls hung askew. You had tried calling for her, and at first, she hadn’t come out. Not until you reached the master bedroom where she had scared the living daylights out of you.

You had yelled at her. Fear had given you the push you needed to voice your opinion. She scared you, and no one could really blame you. She was known for her merciless killings. She was toying with you, and you hated that. You wished she would just get it all over with. But spare you baby, please God spare your baby. With your confessions hanging in the air, she disappeared. You hadn’t seen her since, despite trying to get in touch with her.

Sato seemed unreachable as well. Phones in the house didn’t work, whether it was because of Kayako, you didn’t know. But your computer worked just fine. You’d send him several emails, wondering if he got anywhere, but no response from him. You were worried, but too scared to track him down. What if he died because of your visit? You really didn’t want to find out.

Just as you were about to drift off into a fitful slumber, Kayako’s death rattle started up. You screamed and flung yourself away from the door, off the bed and to the floor. This is it, you think, she’s going to kill me now. Thank God Sakura was with her grandmother for her weekly visit. The door bursts open and Kayako begins to crawl in, her black hair obscuring her face. “Come on,” You whisper, fear rooting yourself to the spot. “Come on, come on, come on,” Tears begin to run down your face. You’ve accepted your fate long ago. You were ready even if you were scared.

You let out another screech as the sound of a cat’s cry meets your left ear. You throw yourself against the night stand. Toshio was sitting in his usual position, crouched with his hands on his knees, mouth wide open. He looked...terrified to you. Not like the empty soul he usually looked like. But genuinely scared. A grating sound rips your attention away from him. You look over the bed, Kayako has stopped moving towards you. She was now moving backwards...no...that’s not right...she was being dragged backwards, her nails digging into the wooden floor, leaving claw marks in their wake. She looked to you, her face also screwed into one of terror. “Kayako?” You breathe, wondering what the hell was going on.

You scream as furniture begins to shake, a great rumbling tears through your home. You’re convinced for one moment that the house is going to rip itself in two. “Kayako?” You yell over the cacophony of it all. Motherly instinct overcomes you, and you drag Toshio to your side, he clings to you as though his life, or lack thereof, depends on it. Kayako continues reaching for you. She’s jerked, once, twice, three times before you spring into action. “Kayako!” You leap over the bed and grab her wrists.

You now know something is wrong from the way she clings back. You play a strange game of tug of war before you’re jerked forward. Your grip on her is so tight you’re dragged right through the doorway before slamming into the hall’s wall. The shocking force of the hit loosens your grip a fraction and Kayako is pulled from you. “No!” You run for her.

Down the stairs you go, stopping only when you get to the living room. Why the hell did everything exciting happen in the living room? “What the ever loving hell are you doing?!” You screech. A figure in the middle of the room turns to you. “This is the only way!” They yell, from the sound of it, they were male. “You don’t have to worry anymore!” He continues, “I know how to really get rid of her, once and for all, there will be no more Kayako!”

“No!” You scream, lunging for him. He easily brushes you off, throwing you to the ground. You watch in horror as the man reaches behind him. Your horror turns to confusion when he brings out what looks to be a small child rather than a weapon. The tiny thing struggles against him, to no avail. “With this sacrifice, Kayako will-” The man doesn’t finish his sentence. Aiming for his knees, you tackle him to the ground. He falls on you with a soft ‘oomph’. Luckily, you were prepared for the inevitable catch and rolled him off with little hardship. You scramble to your feet. Grabbing for the child, you’re met with no resistance as you run off into the house. “Come back here, you bitch!” The man thunders.

You race back to your room, slamming the door behind you. What the fuck? What are you going to do? Somewhere in your panicked brain you shove the child into the closet, hoping Kayako doesn’t pull one of her nasty tricks and kill the poor thing. They cry out, reaching for you, just as scared. You hush them, “You’re ok,” You say, “You’re ok, I won’t let him hurt you. Hush now, hush.” You shut the door to the closet as they fall silent.

Your door rattles as the man rages on the other side. “You bitch! I’ll kill you!” He yelled, throwing himself against it. You look around your room for something to defend yourself with. You had a bat, but for the life of you, you couldn’t remember where you put it. You don’t get the chance to search for it before your door bursts open with a terrifying crunch. The man, half crazed in the moonlight, is huffing, staring at you. “You dog,” He hisses, “You will not stand in the way of my revenge.”

“Why are you in my house?” You cry, legs shaking. “I’m here to kill Kayako!” He yells, “I’m going to end her miserable curse! You aren’t going to stand in my way!” He lunges for you, but misses. Still, he has you cornered in seconds. “I won’t let my daughter’s death be in vain! You won’t stop this!” He grabs for you once more, stumbling over one of Sakura’s toys. This allows you the precious seconds you need to dodge and run back down the stairs.

He roars with rage, hot on your tail. You’re cornered easily once more in the kitchen. You whirl around to meet your attacker. There’s no way you’re going to get out of this alive, you’re sure of it. Maybe this is how the curse works? You think Kayako drives others to do her dirty work then picks the last one off. No, that wasn’t right, not in this instance. Kayako had been scared, Toshio too. This guy was the real deal. “You’re dead!” The man yells, stumbling forward.

His hands wrap around your neck. You flail knocking everything on the counter over. You go down, he goes down on top of you. In the back of your mind, you’re reminded of Haru. Just a few months ago he tried choking you to death too. Kayako had saved you then, she wouldn’t now. A strange sense of calm overcame you, a sense of clarity. This was how you died. Unable to watch your precious daughter grow into a young woman. Unable to watch her fall in love for the first time, to have children of her own…

The man lets you go, slapping you hard. You taste blood in your mouth and spit it out. Your head is still reeling from the smack when his hands close around your neck again. That’s when you see it, a silver glint, a sliver of hope. A terrible rage overcomes you. For months you’ve lived in terror, for months you expected to die, night after night, in the most terrible of ways. You’ve tasted the brink of death more times than you wanted to. You’d had enough quite frankly. Moving automatically, you hand grips the knife, swinging it with all your might you instantly feel the pressure on your neck ease, then disappear altogether. Something warm drips onto your face as the mystery man slumps over, then finally topples off you. You lay there for a moment, taking in deep breaths of precious air.

You close your eyes for a moment or two, trying to come to terms with what just happened. The rumbling of the house settles, things fall silent once more. You only open your eyes when you feel something brush against your face. This time, when you meet Kayako’s eyes you don’t flinch. She looks concerned, for what? You? You cough, spitting out more blood. Kayako rattles softly, touching your face. “I’m fine,” You croak, “I’m ok.” You sit up gingerly.

Coldness overtakes you as Kayako presses herself behind you, her hands rest on your shoulders. When you don’t push her away she takes it as an invitation to get closer to you, wrapping you up in her arms, resting her cheek on your shoulder. You smile, running your fingers over her soft skin. You smile, because for the first time in a long time, you felt alive. And baby, it felt good to be alive.

#the grudge #ju-on #kayako imagine #kayako x reader #infamous

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brokenhardies · 4 years ago

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TAKE YOUR HEART: RUMOR HAS IT

P5R SPOILERS

while akira and goro are trying to reunite the phantom thieves, little do they know that there’s a second group of metaverse travellers trying to figure out what the hell is up with this false reality. they are;

madoka ‘luna’ mishina and her persona, melino��. one of the only other pts who remembers the real reality, while initially hesitant to figure out what’s going on due to feeling like she’s letting her partners down, she decides to go into the odaiba palace, accidentally collecting a party of her own during the expedition. this proves to be useful as she loses contact with melinoë the further she gets into the palace

yuuki ‘admin’ mishina, madoka’s twin brother and admin of the phansite, later awakens to the persona zagreus while in the odaiba palace. due to the phansite being similar to baofu’s darkside of sumaru website, yuuki initially assumes that the ruler of the odaiba palace is using kotodama (the rumor curse from persona 2 eternal punishment). yuuki and madoka are both immune to the false reality due to them both having experience with rumors and their reality warping effects

sojiro ‘baofu’ sakura fka kaoru saga, alongside his persona odysseus. following akira’s ‘suicide’, madoka discovered that sojiro was actually a false identity cultivated by baofu in order to live a quiet life with close friend/romantic partner wakaba isshiki. due to his history of being one of the main rumor mongers in sumaru, sojiro is immune to the false reality, but plays along as he doesn’t want to lose wakaba again

morgana ‘mona’ sakura and his persona mercurius. shaken out of the false reality by akira and not taking it well at all, mona decides to follow madoka and sojiro when they scope out the odaiba palace before the deadline, during which he fully reawakens to both his persona and his original form. its him and madoka who bring the phantom thieves back to their senses, and its them who return to odaiba to save yoshizawa

#OC: Madoka #story: take your heart

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lunaneko14 · 7 years ago

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SasuHina Headcanon incoming.....

So I was thinking about this scene from Boruto:

And I wondered if Sasuke would have a habit of doing this, especially after he came back to the good side in 699 and if he would feel that way about Hinata.

As if he doesn’t deserve Hinata especially after all he did and how deep into the darkness he was.

And one of the reasons why he stayed away was so that he wouldn’t get in her way..........he felt that if he faced her now, he’d definitely confess to her and that would only make her life more complicated. Plus, he also overheard what she did for Naruto during the Pein invasion and it was clear that she wouldn’t love him anyway. She was far too into Naruto, but still he wondered..........

He only came back to the village when he knew it was in trouble and that for once, he could do something positive for Hinata by protecting the things she loves.

He also didn’t want to keep Naruto away from the happiness that he felt he deserved the most. Throughout everything, from his departure in Part 1, through several murder attempts over the years, Naruto never wavered. Naruto never became corrupted by his darkness.

If anyone deserved someone as good as Hinata, its him.

And with a simple note of “congratulations” to the new couple, Sasuke went back on his way. He felt pain, and even jealously, but those feelings were surprisingly outweighed by his happiness for Naruto. He saw most of his journey, felt his loneliness and how deep his pain was and to see that seemingly eternal dark cloud over his heart finally clear up was worth him letting Hinata go.

Many years passed, and many things happened. Sasuke heard rumors that Naruto (the Hero of Konoha) had a son and later a daughter. Sasuke himself had a child too and even now, he was still running from many things but finally, he decided to stop running and take responsibility for Sarada’s life. But there was one thing he had to do before going to Sakura’s house: He wanted to test his feelings for Hinata and he decided to stop ignoring the 20 year old urge to see her.

And when he saw her................oh god when he saw her the tightly closed box that held his feelings came bursting out. He could barely keep his straight face when he heard her sweet sugary voice. He even struggled to remember the words he prepared on the long walk there,

“Is Naruto home?”

These words would both serve as a good excuse and as a reminder of why he let this angel go.

Of course he knew Naruto wasn’t there, with his constantly activated Rinnegan he can see his chakra from miles away, his REAL chakra, not the clone he had left at home a few minutes earlier which has now disappeared.So he knew Hinata was now alone with the kids and he didn’t know when he would ever get another chance like this.

But it was just seconds before these emotions were free before he noticed Boruto.

And his utter disrespect for Hinata and Naruto. It was evident that everything wasn’t ok in Naruto’s household and Sasuke knew more than anyone that one crack in a household can make the whole structure collapse. He wanted more than anything to try his best to fix this and restore the happiness Naruto fought so hard to achieve

And step one was dealing with this little shit.

Sasuke understood what the problem was after speaking with Naruto and he realized that Boruto wasn’t just acting out. Much like his father and Sasuke, there is pain behind his actions that was very familiar to Sasuke. Familiar because Boruto wasn’t aching for attention from just anyone like Naruto did. What Boruto wanted was acknowledgement from Naruto, something Sasuke knew all too well from his experiences with Fugaku and Itachi. What Boruto needed was to understand his father and his reasons for trying so hard to protect both the village and his family just as Sasuke did.

And after Naruto was kidnapped he knew Boruto finally understood.

And at the end of it all, he was relieved that things were better, that things were back to where they should be.

Would he ever get to tell Hinata his feelings? He hadn’t ruled it out completely, after all anything can happen in the future. But now he wasn’t running away from them any more. He always knew the weight of his feelings and what effect they would have on not only his and Hinata’s lives, but both of their families and that’s why for as long as he can, he will keep them hidden.

He also knew that if he told Naruto, his closest friend and brother, that like always, he wouldn’t hate Sasuke, he’d just be disappointed that Sasuke never fought for his feelings for Hinata and that Hinata had another possible partner she never knew about because Naruto believes Sasuke deserves happiness as well after all he’s been through much more than Sasuke himself thinks he deserves. Naruto would probably even suggest he tell Hinata right out in order to get it off his chest. This is also why Sasuke avoided being around both Naruto and Hinata at the same time, he knew that if Naruto saw him, even if he kept his usual frown, he’d see as clear as day how he felt because Naruto knew Sasuke better than anyone else besides Itachi.

That’s just the type of person Naruto is.

#sasuhina #sasunaruhina #naruhinasasu #naruhina #sasuke uchiha #hinata #hinata uzumaki #naruto #naruto uzumaki #pro sasuhina

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2020

1/8 love with flaws

1/11 cheer (3)

1/12 cheer (3)

1/17 PARASITE

1/18 JAGGED LITTLE PILL

1/20 sex education s2, MY NAME IS LUCY BARTON

1/25 chilling adventures of sabrina s3

1/31 stove league, itaewon class

2/1 crash landing on you, PARASITE, itaewon class

2/2 crash landing on you, tell me what you saw

2/3 MISS AMERICANA

2/4 Friday joy package (2), everything’s gonna be okay

2/8 MATTHEW BOURNE’S SWAN LAKE, crash landing on you, itaewon class (2)

2/9 CHICAGO, crash landing on you

2/10 the cursed

2/11 the cursed

2/12 TO THE ALL THE BOYS: PS I STILL LOVE YOU

2/13 BIRDS OF PREY (AND THE FANTABULOUS EMANCIPATION OF ONE HARLEY QUINN)

2/14 itaewon class

2/14 stove league

2/15 crash landing on your, friday joy package (2)

2/17 the cursed

2/18 the cursed

2/21 hyena

2/22 hyena, itaewon class (2)

2/24 the cursed

2/25 the cursed

2/28 hyena, itaewon class

2/29 hyena, itaewon class, THE INVISIBLE MAN (2020)

3/1 CLASSIC NYCB II: IN G MAJOR, ROTUNDA, DGV

3/2 the cursed

3/3 the cursed

3/7 everything’s gonna be okay, itaewon class

3/8 Hilary (3)

3/13 hospital playlist

3/14 kingdom (6)

3/15 hyena (2), westworld s2, westworld s3

3/16 THE GANGSTER, THE COP, THE DEVIL

3/17 fosse/verdon, the plot against America

3/23 little fires everywhere (3)

3/24 START-UP (2020)

3/25 BEASTS CLAWING AT STRAWS, heart signal s3, Friday night joy package

3/27 the world of the married, hyena, PORTRAIT OF A LADY ON FIRE

3/28 the world of the married, hyena, rugal

3/29 westworld, tiger king (7)

3/30 nobody knows

3/31 nobody knows

4/1 heart signal s3, 365: repeat of the year, CALL ME BY YOUR NAME, JUST FRIENDS (2019)

4/2 hospital playlist, ADDICTED, MY LIFE ON THE ROAD

4/3 hyena, the world of the married, making the cut, MY LIFE ON THE ROAD

4/4 hyena, knowing bros, the world of the married, MY LIFE ON THE ROAD

4/5 MY LIFE ON THE ROAD, westworld

4/6 how to buy a friend, MY LIFE ON THE ROAD

4/7 how to buy a friend, kang’s kitchen s2, MY LIFE ON THE ROAD

4/8 kang’s kitchen s3, heart signal s3, little fires everywhere, MY LIFE ON THE ROAD

4/9 hospital playlist, MY LIFE ON THE ROAD, SALT

4/10 hyena, the world of the married, devs (7), MY LIFE ON THE ROAD

4/11 the world of the married, MY LIFE ON THE ROAD

4/12 KNIVES OUT, westworld, MY LIFE ON THE ROAD

4/13 MY LIFE ON THE ROAD

4/14 MY LIFE ON THE ROAD

4/15 mrs. america, devs, MY LIFE ON THE ROAD

4/16 hospital playlist, MY LIFE ON THE ROAD, THE TWO POPES

4/17 the world of the married, the king: eternal monarch, MY LIFE ON THE ROAD

4/18 the king: eternal monarch, the world of the married, #blackAF, MY LIFE ON THE ROAD

4/19 westworld, killing eve, insecure, MY LIFE ON THE ROAD

4/20 the new journey to the west s7, METHOD (2017), MY LIFE ON THE ROAD

4/21 MY LIFE ON THE ROAD

4/22 heart signal s3, THE MAN STANDING NEXT (2020), MY LIFE ON THE ROAD

4/23 real housewives of beverly hills, hospital playlist, mr. robot, TIME TO HUNT, MY LIFE ON THE ROAD

4/24 the king: eternal monarch, the world of the married, MY LIFE ON THE ROAD

4/25 the king: eternal monarch, the world of the married, MY LIFE ON THE ROAD

4/26 ozark s1, westworld, killing eve, ANNA KARENINA

4/27 ozark s1, insecure, ANNA KARENINA

4/28 ozark s2, ANNA KARENINA

4/29 ANNA KARENINA, ozark s3

4/30 hospital playlist, FRANKENSTEIN, ANNA KARENINA

5/1 the king: eternal monarch. the world of the married, extracurricular (5), ANNA KARENINA

5/2 extracurricular (5), the world of the married, ANNA KARENINA

5/3 westworld, ANNA KARENINA

5/4 killing eve, insecure, the king: eternal monarchthree meals a day mountain village, ANNA KARENINA

5/5 COUNTDOWN (2011), ANNA KARENINA

5/6 new journey into the west s4, heart signal, hollywood, ANNA KARENINA

5/7 hospital playlist, road to kingdom, ANNA KARENINA

5/8 the world of the married, the king: eternal monarch, ANNA KARENINA

5/9 the world of the married, how do you play, omniscient interfering view, ANNA KARENINA

5/10 1 night 2days s4, three meals a day: fishing village 5, ANNA KARENINA

5/11 insecure, hollywood, THE PLATFORM, ANNA KARENINA

5/12 three meals a day: mountain village, hollywood, ANNA KARENINA

5/13 three meals a day: mountain village, hollywood, ANNA KARENINA

5/14 hospital playlist, road to kingdom, oh my baby, good girl, ANNA KARENINA

5/15 the world of the married, three meals a day: fishing village 5, ANNA KARENINA

5/16 the world of the married, how do you play?, knowing bros, ANNA KARENINA

5/17 1 night and 2 days, insecure, killing eve, ANNA KARENNINA

5/18 killing eve, ANNA KARENINA

5/19 oh my baby, three meals a day: mountain village, ANNA KARENINA

5/20 heart signal 3, kkondae intern, oh my baby (2), ANNA KARENINA

5/21 good girl, road to kingdom, hospital playlist, kkondae intern, three meals a day: mountain village. ANNA KARENINA

5/22 real housewives of New York, three meals a day: mountain village. ANNA KARENINA

5/23 A STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE (National Theatre Live), knowing bros, ANNA KARENINA

5/24 master in the house, ANNA KARENINA

5/25 killing eve, sweet munchies, SPY (2015), ANNA KARENINA

5/26 mystic pop-up bar, ANNA KARENINA, NORMAL LOVE

5/27 heart signal s3, kkondae intern, ANNA KARENINA

5/28 road to kingdom, kkondae intern, real housewives of Beverly Hills, good girl, ANNA KARENINA

5/29 hospital playlist, legendary, ANNA KARENINA, NORAML LOVE

5/30 how do you play?, legendary, where your eyes linger (2), ANNA KARENINA, LATE NIGHT

5/31hollywood, killing eve, ANNA KARENINA

6/1 insecure, ANNA KARENINA

6/2 THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT, ANNA KARENINA

6/3 kkondae intern, heart signal 3, ANNA KARENINA

6/4 kkondae intern, the real housewives of Beverly Hills, ANNA KARENINA

6/5 three meals a day: fishing village 5, ANNA KARENINA

6/6 how do you play?, GAME NIGHT, ANNA KARENINA

6/7 insecure, never have I ever, ANNA KARENINA

6/8 never have I ever (2), my room row1, ANNA KARENINA

6/9 ANNA KARENINA

6/10 heart signal 3, kkondae intern, ANNA KARENINA, HAPPY TOGETHER (1997)

6/11 kkondae intern, when your eyes linger, ANNA KARENINA

6/12 cardcaptor sakura

6/13 THE WITCH: PART 1 SUBVERSION, three meals a day: fishing village 3, card captor sakura

6/14 three meals a day: fishing village 3, lennox hill (3), insecure, 1 night 2 days, master in the house

6/15 iennox hill (5), hollywood, ANNA KARENINA

6/16 IF BEALE STREET COULD TALK, ANNA KARENINA

6/17 america to me (4), kkondae intern, ANNA KARENINA

6/18 america to me (2), love victor (10)

6/19 america to me (2), kkondae intern, ANNA KARENINA

6/20 ASSASINATION CLASSROOM, how do you play?, america to me (2), ANNA KARENINA

6/2 1 night 2 days, ANNA KARENINA

6/22 cardcaptor sakura, UPGRADE

6/23 THE GOOD LIAR

6/24 lennox hill, ANNA KARENINA

6/25 good girl

6/26 i-land, three meals a day: fishing village 5

6/27 how do you play?, DOCTOR SLEEP

6/28 1 night 2 days, hollywood,

6/29 I may destroy you, ANNA KARENINA

6/30 LES MISERALBES (2019), I may destroy you, ANNA KARENINA

7/1 heart signal 3, ANNA KARENINA

7/2 WELCOME TO CHENCHNYA, cardcaptor sakura,

7/3 ANNA KARENINA

7/4 how do you play?, knowing bros, ju-on: origins (6), ANNA KARENINA

7/5 1 night 2 days, ANNA KARENINA, TRAIN TO BUSAN

7/6 the good detective

7/7 the good detective, i may destroy you, PSYCHOKENESIS

7/8 heart signal 3.,

7/9 real housewives of beverly hills, ANNA KARENINA

7/10 THE OLD GUARD, i-land, graceful friends, real housewives of New York

7/11 how do you play?, knowing bros, graceful friends, train

7/12 master in the house, 1 night 2 days,

7/13 the good detective, expecting Amy (3), dark, ANNA KARENINA

7/14 dark (2), ANNA KARENINA, HONEST CANDIDATE

7/15 dark (2), ANNA KARENINA

7/16 dark (3), real housewives of Beverly Hills

7/17 dark (4), real housewives of New York, summer vacation

7/18 knowing bros, dark (4)

7/19 master in the house, dark (4), ANNA KARENINA

7/20 I may destroy you, the good detective, dark (3)

7/21the good detective

7/22 ANNA KARENINA

7/23 real housewives of Beverly Hills,

7/24 summer vacation, graceful friends

7/25 how do you play?, HAMILTON, knowing bros

7/26 running man, 1 night 2days

7/27 the good detective, i may destroy you,

7/28 last chance u s5 (2), the good detective

7/29 radio star, last chance u, new journey into the west s3 (2)

7/30 flower of evil (2), real housewives of beverly hill,

7/31 real housewives of New York City, umbrella academy (10)

8/1 summer camp, how do you play?

8/2 FROZEN 2, ANNA KARENINA

8/3 the good detective, TOY STORY 4

8/4 the good detective, last chance u s5 (3)

8/5 THE MERCILESS, flower of evil

8/6 the real housewives of Beverly Hills, flower of evil

8/7 summer vacation, JURASSIC PARK

8/8 NIGHT FLIGHT (2014), how do you play?, knowing bros, THE HOST (2006)

8/9 FORGOTTEN (2017), MAGGIE (2018)

8/10 Harley Quinn, the good detective, I may destroy you, JANE (2016)

8/11 the good detective, Harley Quinn, I may destroy you, JOJO RABBIT

8/12 flower of evil, Harley Quinn, SHOPLIFTERS

8/13 Harley Quinn

8/14 summer vacation, POWER PROJECT, INSIDE MEN (2015)

8/15 how do you play?, knowing bros, stranger s2, stranger (2)

8/16 stranger s2, avatar: the last airbender, lovecraft country

8/17 avatar: the last airbender (5), the good detective, stranger

8/18 avatar: the last airbender (10), Harley Quinn

8/19 avatar: the last airbender (3), in the stoop, fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood, I may destroy you, flower of evil

8/20 flower of evil, fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood

8/21 summer vacation, THE YELLOW SEA (2010)

8/22 how do you play?, stranger s2

8/23 1 night 2 days, stranger s2, ANNA KARENINA

8/24 lovecraft country

8/25 I may destroy you, stranger

8/26 stranger, flower of evil

8/27 radio star, KUNDO: AGE OF THE RAMPANT

8/28 summer vacation, Alice

8/29 stranger s2, “amazing rumor” (60)

8/30 stranger s2, stranger, BLACK PANTHER

8/31 stranger, missing: the other side, THE MAN FROM NOWHERE

9/1 stranger, video star

9/2 in the soop, real housewives of Beverly Hills, INCEPTION

9/3 six sense, real housewives of New York

9/4 summer vacation, alice, MULAN (2020), PENINSULA

9/5 stranger s2, alice, lovecraft country

9/6 stranger s2

9/7 record of youth, SPIES IN DISGUISE

9/8 signal, record of youth, #ALIVE, SEA FOG

9/9 in the soop, real housewives of Beverly Hills, ASH IS PUREST WHITE

9/10 real housewives of New York City, ANNA KARENINA, UNCUT GEM

9/11 summer vacation, alice

9/12 knowing bros, how do you play?, NORMAL LOVE, stranger s2

9/13 1 night 2 days, THE SOCIAL DILEMMA, alice, stranger s2, Lovecraft country

9/14 DELIVER US FROM EVIL (2020), record of youth

9/15 we are who we are, record of youth, THIS IS PARIS

9/16 record of youth, NORMAL PEOPLE

9/17 record of youth, real housewives of Beverly Hills, real housewives of New York, NORMAL PEOPLE

9/18 in the soop: bts

9/19 stranger s2, OKAY! MADAM

9/20 summer vacation, lovecraft country

9/21 we are who we are

9/25 the school nurse files (2)

9/26 how do you play?, NORMAL PEOPLE, the school nurse flies (2)

9/27 stranger s2 (2), lovecraft country, the comey rule

9/28 NORMAL PEOPLE, we are who we are

9/29 the school nurse files

9/30 the school nurse files

10/2 mr. heart (8)

10/3 THE BOYS IN THE BAND, stranger s2, normal people (3), NORMAL PEOPLE

10/4 stranger s2, lovecraft country

10/6 we are who we are

10/10 new journey to the west s8, the tale of nine-tailed, private lives (2)

10/11 Lovecraft country

10/12 the haunting of Bly manor (2)

10/13 we are who we are

10/16 new journey to the west s8

10/17 search

10/18 search, the haunting of Bly manor (3), lovecraft country

10/20 we are who we are

10/24 knowing bros, private lives

10/25 private lives, search

10/26 penthouse, we are who we are

10/27 NORMAL PEOPLE

10/30 new journey to the west s8

10/31show me the money s9, private lives (2)

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sensei-is-sorry · 8 years ago

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Bring Your Ninja to School

Author: liliesofthevalley

Pairings: Kakashi/Iruka, Sasuke/Sakura, Naruto/Hinata

Summary: Iruka enjoyed days like today when the Village Hidden in the Leaves forgot that shinobi were, at their core, people to be feared. Today, at least, the word shinobi had become something else entirely. Today it meant camaraderie and fellowship; it meant laughter and good food and blankets spread on the ground while families sat and talked.

Iruka stood atop a ladder, opposite Shino Aburame, as they hung a sign outside the Academy doors. Konoha’s 2nd Annual Bring-Your-Ninja-to-School-Day.

AO3: Bring Your Ninja to School

Iruka Umino had always loved his job. Even through the headaches and the trials, through the painstaking irritation of scrubbing spray paint off of monuments and the heart-pounding terror of being responsible for the lives of children in a village under siege. There was very little that he truly disliked about being a teacher. All of the hardships over the years repaid themselves tenfold when he saw them grow or when he looked at them and saw pride or determination or joy lighting their eyes after a success - no matter how small it might be.

Or days like today when the Village Hidden in the Leaves forgot that shinobi were, at their core, people to be feared. Today, at least, the word shinobi had become something else entirely. Today it meant camaraderie and fellowship; it meant laughter and good food and blankets spread on the ground while families sat and talked.

Iruka stood atop a ladder, opposite Shino Aburame, as they hung a sign outside the Academy doors. Konoha’s 2nd Annual Bring-Your-Ninja-to-School-Day.

“Your side is too low, Iruka-sensei.”

There was a playfulness underneath the snappish tone in her voice that quelled any irritation Iruka may have felt. He had already raised and lowered the banner three times at her instruction, but it hardly mattered. Hokage or not, Lady Tsunade never shirked an opportunity to boss someone around and it wasn’t as though Kakashi was around to do it.

Where was their illustrious Hokage, anyway?

His arm slipped.

“Iruka!” Tsunade snapped. Across the archway, he heard Shino snort a laugh.

“Oh, I think it looks fine where it is,” came Kakashi’s lazy drawl. Before Iruka could glance at him, there was a rush of air and twin thumps. One just barely missed Iruka’s thumb as the banner was now held in place by the two kunai that Kakashi had thrown directly into the rope of the banner. An unnecessary move, undoubtedly, but Kakashi’s expression was smug and content under the mask as a gaggle of civilian children ooohed and ahhhed as they tugged on his Hokage robes and pointed.

Iruka decided to be indulgent.

After all, wasn’t the point of today to be happy?

Tsunade rolled her eyes at them and walked away in search of Shizune. Shino followed a few moments later, after bowing his head and greeting the Hokage.

He hopped off his ladder and surveyed the area. People were still gathering in the open area outside the Academy, but it was only mid-morning. Many had already come and were setting up tables and picnic blankets. A few from the Yamanaka clan had arrived with pots of flowers in all colors to decorate the tables and surrounding areas; he had overheard Ino talking earlier in the week about wrapping twinkle lights in the overhead pots for later in the evening when it grew darker.

“It’s wonderful that we’re doing this,” Iruka said, moving to stand next to Kakashi as they both looked out over the gathering crowd. Kakashi nodded, reaching up to pick at his robes.

“I just can’t believe that this is essentially Sasuke’s doing.”

Iruka shook his head. “Your former genin team is something else, Kakashi. Like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Nothing they do should surprise you.”

Kakashi said nothing but Iruka followed his gaze to see the very shinobi in question settling into their space under a large shaded tree. Sakura spread out a blanket in the grass, looking lovely and radiant and happy. Iruka watched as she knelt in front of her daughter and handed Sarada a basket that the little family had brought, and pointed towards the tables where Shikamaru’s mother was arranging the food. Sasuke leaned against the tree trunk, the very picture of boredom, but Iruka could see him tracking every movement Sarada made through the crowd with his visible eye.

“It’s not surprise, sensei,” Kakashi turned. He reached out and snared Iruka’s hand. “I’m proud.”

He squeezed once and then let go, moving away to walk through the crowds. Iruka watched him for a long moment, feeling absurdly proud for entirely different reasons as Kakashi Hatake meandered towards Gai and sat down at a table next to him.

The exuberant cry of “another challenge, my Eternal Rival?” split through the air and all Iruka could do was smile before moving on to see if there was anything else he could do to help. He offered his assistance where it was allowed, but mostly he was told to relax and enjoy himself.

He observed.

Someone had arranged a photo-booth of sorts near one of the food carts to raise money for new materials at the Academy. Iruka paused and watched as Rock Lee coerced TenTen and Neji into taking a commemorative photo of their genin team. Konohamaru stood, a camera looped around his neck, and counted them down. At the last second, TenTen tilted her head and pressed a kiss to Neji’s cheek. Neji looked mortified when they pulled away, but Iruka knew that the picture would no doubt be prominently displayed in their home by the end of the week.

Ino and Hinata had joined Sakura under the sprawling shade. They were laughing about something he could not overhear, but the sound tapered off when Shikamaru and Temari arrived, spreading their own blanket out so it overlapped with Sakura’s. Sasuke was resting between the roots of the tree, his arm outstretched towards a small orange kitten that had crept forward to investigate.

Iruka looked back to Hinata and paused. It was rare to see her without Himawari - where would she have left her daughter? Their most trusted family members were there apart from - Iruka relaxed. The little Uzumaki girl was safe and secure in her grandfather’s hold, bouncing on Hiashi’s knee amongst the gathering Hyuugas.

“Naruto!” he heard Hinata’s voice. “Not so high!”

“It’s fine, Hinata!” Naruto was laughing.

When he turned, he spotted him standing behind the swing where he had spent so much of his childhood. Iruka felt his heart jolt in his chest at the sight. There was a grin shining on Naruto’s face and he pulled back on the ropes, hoisting the little girl who was sitting on it into the air and then letting go. Naruto pushed her gently on the back each time she swung towards him; he laughed as he pushed the girl, bumping fists with some of the other kids who were crowding around, asking to be the next ones pushed on the swings by Konoha’s hero.

Someone stepped beside him.

“I never thought I’d see such,” Itachi Uchiha said. He had been away on a recon mission for the past few days; Iruka knew he had offered to take the mission, only so that Sasuke wouldn’t have to. The idea of Sasuke Uchiha missing the 2nd Annual event was appalling.

“They’re not the only ones who have come a long way, you know,” Iruka said, glancing at him. He motioned across the crowd to where Itachi’s former genin had been roped into helping serve food. They had grown up under his tutelage - all three were well-respected chunin now and rumors said that Rei was soon to be a jonin. “So have you.”

Itachi arched a brow, but simply said, “Indeed.”

He might have said more, but Sarada came bounding to a halt in front of them, grass stains on her knees. The bright smile on her face made her look just like her mother, despite her Uchiha coloring. She pushed her glasses higher on her nose and threw her arms around Itachi’s waist.

“Uncle ‘Tachi!” she laughed. “You made it!”

“I wouldn’t miss it, Sarada,” he said. Sasuke was watching them, a small smile on his face. Sarada released her hold on her uncle and began tugging him towards the rest of their family. “Come on! Papa’s been showing me how to throw shuriken. I wanna show you!”

Iruka heard Itachi ask, “Does your mother know?” and decided it was better if he didn’t know the answer. After so many trials and tribulations, there was little that still managed to terrify Iruka. An irate Sakura Uchiha was one of those things. It ranked near the top of a list that included Naruto’s ramen-fueled cholesterol and Kakashi’s sense of judgment when he felt he had something to prove to Might Gai.

Iruka turned to go find Kakashi when Sakura’s voice rang out, “Iruka-sensei!”

He turned. She was motioning him over with the hand that was not laced with Sasuke’s. He went to join them. Kakashi would find him when he was done wreaking havoc with Gai, he was sure. For now, he settled in the last empty space on the blanket, between Sai and Boruto. Naruto grinned at him and Sakura smiled. Sasuke sat as close to his wife as he ever had in public and Iruka relaxed.

It was a good day.

#sasusaku #naruhina #kakairu #iruka umino #Kakashi Hatake #Sasuke Uchiha #naruto uzumaki #Sakura Haruno #itachi uchiha #sarada uchiha #neji hyuga #might gai #OP

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coruscorp-blog · 7 years ago

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DEAR, MS. ( MITSUE ONISHI )

We are pleased to have you back for another year as an UPPER SECOND YEAR STUDENT at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We sincerely hope your classmates in RAVENCLAW treat you well.

sapporo, hokkaido. 1988. odori park is where onishi rikizou and matsumura kanon meet under the fleeting flowers of spring. two people lost to the heart of a work culture that demands constant overtime and obeying of seniors, their minds only know of exhaustion. one silently craves death, telling nobody of their thoughts. if the two of them had not met, forced to share a bench to eat their respective lunches, then perhaps this story would come to end in a tragedy.

conversation strikes solace. then a friendship blossoms while the brief sakura wilts above them. among the emerald and turquoise of summer, rikizou decides to ask kanon out on a date. the cicadas almost drown his voice out, but she hears. he doesn’t think he’s ever seen a smile that shone so beautifully in his life. she can’t wait to offer him many more, scattered throughout the future.

kyoto, honshu. 1998. “nee-san, nee-san!” there is a loud thump of a body hitting the floor, but the excited boy in question does not feel the pain from the soft tatami. he scrabbles over to a nearby coffee table, to slap his sister’s arms. “okan and otoun are coming back! i see them right out the window!”

“amato what did i say about keeping calm?” his sister hisses without much malice for she too is excited, leaving the table to head to the door. it only takes a few seconds for the door to unlock and there enter two proud parents. kanon is cradling a precious bundle against her chest.

“amato. yuika. come to meet your imouto mitsue.”

kyoto, honshu. 2003. “mitsue, what did i say about climbing the gingko tree?”

“but nee-san i can’t think as well when i’m on the ground.”

“are you a bird? why do you need to be high up to think better?”

“maybe it’s the sky…” the little girl reaches her hand out towards the broad blue carefully. "because when i look at the sky it spreads out infinitely and it makes me realize how much i don’t know…but also how much space my mind probably has. like the sky.“

“is that what a five-year-old should be saying? maybe amato was being serious when he said you’re smarter than him,” there is a giggle, a brush of leaves against branches as a familiar figure sits beside her to stare off into the distance. but unlike her younger sister, yuika is unable to see the same colors and thoughts.

but though she won’t tell mitsue beyond a fond stroke of the younger girl’s hair, yuika knows that she doesn’t want to live the same life. a life of obsessing over details, solving riddles and theorizing things that extend even beyond a simple explanation of imagination.

kyoto, honshu. 2004. “mitsue is what? a witch?” kanon pulls her daughter closer to her on the couch, but the little girl is not paying attention to her mother’s movements. she’s focused on the sudoku book in her laps, but she can hear distress. she can also hear the stranger’s words.

there’s some things about magic which now explains to the little girl why she’s often been able to stare at something long enough for it to float. or the few times that she’s been angry at her older siblings she’s made the ceramic on the dining table crack much to her entire family’s further displeasure.

weird things happening. emotions correlating to power. there’s an answer to it all. there’s always an answer to things, it just depends how easily everything can be reached. the stranger does’t take long to convince kanon and rikizou of their daughter’s behaviors and soon she is sent off every morning on umi tsubame to an unknown island with unknown people.

unknown, but they are just like her somehow.

minami iwo jima, ogasawara. 2008. “mitsu! what book have you lost your nose in this time? put it down! we’re going to be late to the entrance ceremony.”

“hai, hai, i’m coming!” mitsue sighs but she’s not actually annoyed by her friends calling for her, tucking away the milky way road by miyazawa kenji into her gold colored robe she runs after her them. opening ceremonies are nothing new, but this will be the first time she attended mahoutokoro as a boarding school and not something simply for the day.

it’s the first time she’ll be away from her parents and her two older siblings. it was the first time she saw amato cry too when he hugged her goodbye, but the girl had promised him when he handed her his stack of mangas that she’ll read them all and message him back about it before they meet again over christmas holidays. there was no way she wouldn’t go back and risk missing her mother’s osechi during the new years.

“are you excited to live here mitsu?”

“stuck on an island with you? i don’t think so,” she earns a sharp jab in the ribs by a rough elbow but the laughter in the air as the flock enters the building is enough to explain everything about them all.

minami iwo jima, ogasawara. 2014. “takeru you’ll get water all over your bangs.”

the boy leaning over the water foutain looks up at her with a goofy lopsided grin, mischief glimmering in his eyes. she sighs at his response, reaching into her robes to pull out a simple red hair-clip. her fingers are careful when they brush aside wet bangs, clipping the stray strands into place with a satisfied smile.

“is this the school idol onishi mitsue that i know? the famous mahoutokoro quidditch manager being a lot more approachable than rumors say and even doing a few things beyond playing tactician? shocking.��

“what are you saying? are you an idiot,” mitsue scoffs at takeru but she doesn’t break eye contact from the warm familiar brown hues that she’s come to call a piece of her home. comfortable silence fills the space between the two of them, then it too is pushed out of the way as he leans in to close the distance between the two of them. her eyes close. briefly, a sensation like honey floods her entirety for eternity. but eternity is always so painfully short.

“hmmm, i wonder? what am i saying to my girlfriend?”

“girlfriend,” mitsue tilts her head to the side playfully. “quidditch captain, i wasn’t aware that someone like you could actually get a girlfriend?”

she screeches when cold water hits her robes but the noise dissolves into a fit of giggles under the sunny warmth.

minami iwo jima, ogasawara 2017. “onishi-san, as you are the valedictorian of your year and someone who holds an excellent extracurricular record, i would highly recommend you to attend the new program at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry,” there is a short but loud snap of a folder snapping to a close. mitsue sits in her gold, knees pressed together and hand on her lap. maple irises are reading the headmaster’s every expression.

hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. another transition to another world.

“kouchou sensei, i’m honored you believe that. but are you positive about this? it’s halfway across the world and i have never stepped one foot outside of japan. i may know english, but i know nothing about the people there. the culture. i don’t think i’m suited for it, i would be so lost.”

“remember when we first met?” there is a warm hand on her shoulder, offering her a comforting squeeze, “i told you that i wanted you to become like the sakura trees and blossom beautifully. but you told me you didn’t want to live such a short fleeting life. that as someone born to a regular family, you wanted to become a tanpopo. one that can survive anyplace anywhere. people may call you a weed, but they would also be the ones holding hands with the wind to spread the seed of your legacy. that was almost ten years ago when you told me this mitsue. you wre still a child when you said such profound words. now tell me, where is this dandelion now?”

a pause, there is a small shuffling noise that comes from her aureate robes as she finally stands up from the couch to bow down to the senior.

“preparing for a journey across water and land to scotland.”

highlands of scotland. 2017. i can already tell, you’re a smart one. but i have one question for you, do you like quidditch?

“no, i’ve never been athletic. sweating’s gross and flying’s not as fun on a broomstick.”

interesting, but when i look into your memories i see a lot of the sky.

“when i’m high up, i think better. i tell myself the sky is endless and that the only part stopping me is the horizon itself. same goes for the human mind. we’re stopping ourselves.”

the sorting hat murmurs something she can’t quite catch then it roars into the great hall.

RAVENCLAW.

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About me, him, us

A little thing a did after watching the last episode of Naruto. Things can be a little out of character, but I really liked writing it.

Pairing: SasuSaku

Rating: free for all ages ^^

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"Please allow me to do this, Kakashi-sensei."

Sakura thought and reconsidered on this topic for a long time until she was able to make this request to the Hokage. Determination and longing moved her. Love made her make the final decision.

How did it go until she got there, in front of her sensei and said those words? The days were bitter, full of feelings that made her feel terrible: poor friend, terrible daughter, poor student, bad doctor, terrible ninja.

It started on Naruto's wedding day. No, she knew she had started well before that, but she was uncertain whether the start was two years ago or since her thirteen. However, Sakura felt the emptiness at her side and in her life when her friend got married. She was there alone. Sasuke was present in memories. Also wrong. Sasuke was there in his own way, distant, watching, not forgetting and not being forgotten. He had even sent a congratulatory message to Naruto and Hinata. How thoughtful... A sweetness that made Haruno smile. And then suffer from longing. He could be there, could not he? What was keeping Sasuke from meeting others on such a special day?

And with that thought, her resolution was born.

"I wish you both happiness" Sakura told the newlyweds after the exchange of the marriage vows. Naruto grinned, his trademark smile. It pleased Sakura so much that her friend was happy beside someone who he loved and loved him in return. The same was true for Hinata. Sakura knew and recognized much of Hinata's love for Naruto. A love that was kept in the dark, sprouted tenderly for a long time, which took time to be brought to the surface. Wonderfully, for Hinata, not only was she rewarded, her love grew and bore fruit. A marriage, a family, an eternal happiness.

"Hinata," Sakura called out. "If Naruto makes you cry - no, if he makes you sad for a second, tell me. I will remind him how lovely and precious his wife is". Naruto complained, saying he would not make mistakes. In the end, the three of them laughed. The Uzumaki family would be happy, Sakura knew.

Sakura remembered what she had saved. "Here. A gift to you". She held out the note. Naruto's curious blue eyes instantly recognized the message and the owner of it, reflecting the emotion of his best friend's memory.

"Did you meet him, Sakura-chan?" Naruto questioned as he handed the note to his wife.

"No. Sasuke-kun sent through a hawk" she shrugged, trying to keep her best smile. She and Hinata noticed the slight disappointment when Naruto let out an "ah, I understand". But his next speech surprised by its positivism.

"Got it. He sent the hawk to you, Sakura-chan... I wonder why... ".

Naruto was sensitive, Sakura had to recognize, to cheer her up with the suggestion hidden in his words. Smiles, lively conversations and lots of photos filled the rest of the day. And while Sakura genuinely enjoyed herself, part of her blamed herself for not forgetting that feeling.

"I'm a horrible friend" she told herself, after all, as a special celebration of the beginning of a new family took place, there she was, envying. And it was not just with Naruto and Hinata. It was also with Ino and Sai, Temari and Shikamaru. It was not envy for the party or the wedding to be the subject of the ninja world. It was not the admiration caused by the beauty of the couple or the shame felt by the hands held together and the complacent smiles. It was just... Sasuke was not there. All that she would easily trade only for his – physical – presence.

After going home, while changing to go to sleep, the thought of earlier was once again explored. What was keeping Sasuke from meeting others on such a special day? She did not understand. Two years was not enough? What else was there in the world to see? To understand? Sasuke did not disconnect from the village. She heard about his presence in Konoha during the Toneri incident. Sasuke appeared in the vicinity when she resolved the impasses with Kido and no one would convince her otherwise. He was there. She knew. He became involved with all that torment that was with the explosive people. He sent a message to Naruto. And even after all this, why not come back home? She really could not understand.

She did not understand.

That was it. In the end, she did not fully understand Sasuke. Lying on her bed, Sakura reflected on the abysm between her and the Uchiha. Pretentious she was when she believed she understood Sasuke's heart. She did not deny that there was a part of him she knew about, but there was a lot to get in touch with. "If he was here, it would help. We could talk" Sakura muttered to herself.

But ... Was his presence really necessary?

Sasuke was spending his days exploring the world. What was so fascinating and mysterious about the outside of Konoha that kept him so amused? Taking him away from home, her, and Naruto?

Maybe, just maybe, she should understand this first.

.....

What was only a 'maybe', an ethereal possibility, was increasing, taking root and becoming an indestructible decision. However, it involved other things. It involved leaving her hospital and her children. Leave her parents, her friends, the village. Everything. And it weighed heavily. The weight came because every time Sakura decided to leave everything, she remembered Sasuke, how he lost everything once. With Sasuke, she learned the unspeakable value of friends and family. And she wondered, then, how he would feel to know that she had left such treasures aside for a trip that had him as one of the reasons - or the main one.

It was hard to face Ino and her parents in the last few days. It was hard to bring smiles to her lips and happiness to her eyes. They were there, but... Sakura felt so... Dislocated. That was how she started to define herself for days. Things were no longer in their tracks and she just wanted to... Run away. Get out there, breathe. Breathe a new air, find peace.

She managed to get out of the hospital and went to see Tsunade. Talk. Expose herself. Unburden. Advise herself. It was not like she did not trust her mother or Ino. Her feelings, at that moment, were not comfortable to be shared. Just as she was to Tsunade decided to become the sannin’s student and a doctor, it just seemed right to go to the old Hokage to advise about leaving everything.

Tsunade listened to each word carefully. Shizune too. "Just to see, to feel, to understand" was the justification that Sakura used and that showed all the restlessness in her heart. Shizune highlighted a phrase spoken in the monologue pronounced by Sakura. "How can I offer comfort when I know nothing?" Tsunade nodded and realized what her student was feeling. Sakura just wanted to be at the same level as Sasuke, not physical, but emotional. That was how couples acted - even though the two were not officially one.

"Once you came determined to become my student. Today, I see the same resolution in your eyes. The difference is that before you came because of Naruto and Sasuke. Today you came for you and Sasuke. Go. You are an adult and know how to protect yourself. Do not let him escape".

Sakura thanked her immensely for the words and the support for that madness. Her next path was to the Hokage room. Yes, to the Hokage and not to her parents. She would only tell about her decision if she was allowed to leave. She would not be so stupid to suddenly disappear. She would not go if Kakashi would not allowed her to. She was a ninja and her medical services were important.

Kakashi was surprised by the visit, but he did not dislike it. Sakura was a good sight for his tired eyes of paperwork. The Hokage questioned the reason for his student's presence, internally wondering what problem had arisen.

Sakura calmly explained her decision and her motives that led to such. Bowing, she asked. "Please allow me do this, Kakashi-sensei." The silence of her teacher made Sakura look up again. No answer was bad or good?

"I already have one of you venturing out there. And now you want to do the same? "The white-haired man asked with a false irritation.

"Sasuke-kun is not here, Sai is always on mission and Naruto now has his family with Hinata. Are you afraid of feeling lonely if I leave?" The rejoinder came with amused laughter.

"What if I do not allow it, Sakura? Are you going to run away like Sasuke did?" he wanted to know how willing she was.

"Will you declare me nukenin and put my photo in the Bingo Book if I do?" she still kept the amused tone.

"I will lose many Anbu in the attempt to capture you. And Naruto would come after you this time. I can’t make Hinata be abandoned when she's newly married. "

Sakura laughed at the Hokage's comment. However, when the laughter subsided and Kakashi saw the green eyes, he could only agree to that request. He did not remember her asking him anything all those years. She was always a gentle, independent girl who wanted what she wanted. He would do this for her. And for Sasuke, too.

"Can you make my trip look like a mission? Sorry to ask for this too, Kakashi-sensei, but I do not want people speculating. Sasuke has been kept so hidden in the shadows, I do not want his name involved as a reason for my escape and in rumors spreading out there". Sakura even suggested an official way, which could be said that she was doing research, especially on remedies and alternative healing techniques. Kakashi agreed, on one condition: that she really did this research. New methods for Konoha could arise, which could save more lives in case of need. Sakura nodded and the search sounded good to her curious medical side. A new chance to save someone pleased her, making her feel her importance as a doctor.

Sakura decided she would leave in two days, leaving early in the morning, before the village woke up. Kakashi gave her time off for the rest of that day and the next, and Sakura would take good leave of the nearest ones. "Can we have tea tomorrow, sensei?" the young doctor thanked him once more when the Hokage promised to arrange ten minutes for her.

.....

The path to her house was filled with reflections. How could she tell her parents that she was leaving the village on a purposeless journey? "I'm a horrible daughter," she told herself. Opening the door to the house has never been so difficult. The hallway never seemed so empty. Hearing her mother's voice calling made her heart ache.

"Dad's going to be late?" The rosy girl was uncertain about talking to each other individually or at the same time. She decided to wait for her father to return after hearing that he had gone to the market only to buy an ingredient for dinner.

Waiting in the kitchen, watching her mother's back, Sakura felt like a little girl again. She offered help, however, perhaps predicting that something was different, Mebuki denied the offer and left her daughter resting. Sakura studied closely every detail of her house that was visible to her from where she sat. She would change the comfort of home, the embrace of her parents, by the unknown. She hoped that her trip would worth the exchange and that she could find the answers she was looking for.

Kizashi returned and was surprised by the daughter's presence at that hour. "Kakashi-sensei gave me time off." The parents were surprised that Hokage had released her from work. Not that Kakashi interfered in the hospital and clinic she set up, but him letting her out of work was a way to show that no work was to be done by her. And there was always a reason for that.

"I need to talk to you. Can you sit down, please? Mom, I'll help with dinner and the dishes later". The parents sat down and it was visible that they expected nothing good information. Once again, Sakura explained how she felt and how she came to the decision to leave.

"I could lie to you two, saying the same that will be informed officially. But I can’t. You are my parents. I'm going on a personal trip. I need to understand where his heart is". It was not necessary to explain to whom the "his" was referring. Mebuki and Kizashi knew, as any father and mother would know. This was the first time Sakura could remember seeing her father talk seriously about something without the jokes.

"I'm sorry for being such a bad daughter. I do not deserve parents like you" she apologized. Mebuki, touching her hand, insisted that they had never thought or would thought that of her. Sakura could not thank them in a lifetime for the understanding she was shown. "You've spread your wings for a long time ago, Sakura. You have the strength and ability to fly away from the nest. And who knows to build your own" Mebuki said and forever would be engraved in the memory of Sakura the greatness that a mother has.

"Thank you so much. I love you". Sakura shared the last dinner with her parents before leaving them.

.....

Ino listened sadly, but not shocked, at the novelty. The blonde just wanted to make sure it was all her friend's conscious will. Sakura did not need to hurt herself anymore. The years had already been too cruel to her with Sasuke's distance.

The surprise came with the date of departure.

"Tomorrow ?!" The blue eyes jumped.

"Yes. Do not worry, my reports are ready. Present them at the next meeting. And we've been talking about people who excel at work with us, have not we? Choose one to be your assistant". The practical way that Sakura was treating that farewell bothered Ino so much that she blew out what was pounding in her mind.

"Why does it have to be you who strive? You're the one who's done it all for both of you".

"I know how it sounds, but I need to. It's about me, him, us. It's to put everything together" Sakura smiled.

"And if it don’t? You probably will not even meet him, Sakura" it was a sincere concern of a dear friend.

"Still, I need. Like I said, it's something that has been bothering me and I need to solve it, get rid of it from my heart. "

"You're not even going to say goodbye to Sai," the sweet girlfriend appeared.

"Can you tell him when he comes back? I know he'd like to hear from me, but I will not be here anymore. And you can comfort him. "

"Sorry, Sakura. My happiness hurts you. "

"No. I have to apologize for your happiness to bother me. I'm the wicked one in this story. Please enjoy your happiness".

Ino started the hug. She was moved by the invitation that was made to her.

"Will you have dinner with me today, Ino?"

"But what about your parents?"

"They set me free and forced me to say goodbye to my friends," she smiled, those beautiful green eyes shining and providing a beautiful sight for a memorable moment.

.....

Hinata was the one who opened the door. Sakura brought a gift for her first visit to the Uzumaki residence. Naruto was in the shower, so the two women took the opportunity to chat. Seeing Hinata sharing the new experiences so smiling filled Sakura with good feelings.

After hearing from Naruto the memories he created with his wife, Sakura touched on the subject that had brought her there. Hinata chose to leave them alone, but Sakura insisted on her presence.

Naruto accepted better than she expected. Although it was apparent how much he wanted her and Sasuke's life to be different, he gave his support and shared beautiful words with her. "Since when did you become so wise?" she asked, her eyes watering. Hinata did not get too involved, did not feel right for her, but she pondered the same as Ino.

Just as she wished to Ino and Sai, she shared her most sincere wishes. "Be happy and enjoy each other's presence”.

.....

There were few times that he exchanged news and reports with Sasuke, and in one of them Kakashi purposely wrote a sentence at the end of the message. "If you know about Sakura, share it with me." The Hokage knew Sasuke would have his way of understanding what that meant. No, Sakura was not incommunicado. Sensible, periodically she reported her advancement in the research, her whereabouts, and her state of health. Kakashi just felt it was fairer for Sasuke to know that Sakura was currently wandering around, just like him.

.....

Months passed and with them her interior changed. Sakura felt different. Looking at the sky, feeling the sun, listening to the animals and the wind brought different feelings from before. People came to bring her more stories and teachings. The change in her heart was one of the answers she sought, but the most important one was not yet answered. No matter how she came across the world's beauties and sorrows every day, her heart always cried for her house, for the village, for her loved ones that stayed behind. There was not a single day she did not think once, "Oh, how I wanted to be home". She often wondered how her parents, Ino and the children, Naruto and Hinata were or like how Konoha should be different from when she left.

It was funny that she had no hope of bumping into Sasuke. She was having fun doing her research and becoming interested in the smallest differences between cities and their unique cultures. She admitted that she divided herself between homesickness, her old routine, and the amusement the new one provided. It was fun and profitable to travel. No wonder Jiraiya spent so much time from place to place to write his books. But what about Sasuke? Was it this exciting feeling that kept him away? Was the village important at some point to protect it, but boring to live? Was it just walking aimlessly that Sasuke felt his sins being redeemed? Or did Konoha constantly remind him of them and so he decided not to make a fixed dwelling?

.....

Eating, Sakura noticed the trio of men whispering on one of the tables in front of her, in a corner of the restaurant. It was not a good sign. Never was, no matter what. She questioned whether it was about being recognized as a Konoha’s kunoichi or being marked as a possible target for theft. Not that it mattered, she would easily defeat them if they sought confusion in the future, but she did not want to draw attention.

A black figure stood between her and the trio. Had time stopped? The world? Where had the sound of the lively conversations of the passers-by and the others who dined gone?

Tears. She could feel them falling, but she did not dare even blink or he could disappear.

"You're going to salt your food like that".

It has never been so important to hear his voice. She never felt so happy to hear him speak.

"It's just ... It's the best food I've ever tasted. I'll never forget it" she managed to say through the tears.

Sakura laughed as Sasuke let out a small sound in response to her speech. Wiping her tears, she asked if he wanted dinner. She showed off her free dinner coupons. There was one more for him.

"Changing your services for food stamps?" He seemed confused and intrigued.

"Sometimes. It was just a treat, a gift" she replied, surprised that he had accepted the offer. After he had made the request to the waitress, she resumed the dialogue. "How did you find me?".

"It was easy with the whole town saying about a skilled and gentle doctor with pink hair and beautiful green eyes".

She did not know what frightened her the most: the words or the way they were uttered, as if they were something trivial, as if he said those words every day.

"What is it, Sakura?" Sasuke fretted with his teammate staring at him for so long.

"Just looking".

"Why?".

"Making sure it's really you. You know, they've tried to impersonate you before". She brought the subject Kido, trying to get him to confirm his presence that day.

"And how do you know I am me?"

"The intensity of your gaze, your voice. I know yours characteristics, both striking and simplistic. I recognize all of them".

The onyx eyes watching her intently made her heart race. How could he be so handsome?

They divided the table and dined in silence. Sasuke asked for something that was easy to eat with only one hand. He must have been accustomed to this now, after traveling for so long alone. Every now and then she looked at him, and every time she noticed something different. He looked healthy and no injuries were visible. It seemed like a dream to be like this with him. When the trio from before had risen, she watched the way of the men to the exit.

"Is there a problem?" Sasuke noticed her quick watch.

"Not anymore, now that you're here." Sasuke did not respond and continued to eat. Sakura blushed intensely after a few seconds, after her brain processed her words. She seemed to have flirted with him. And it was not her intention, it was only that with his oppressive presence, that men lost the potential interest in her - whatever it was.

"Are you staying in town?" The Uchiha questioned, taking a sip of water.

"I'm leaving today. And you?".

"Just passing through. I was in the neighborhood when I heard about you. "

"How did you know it was about me?"

"I do not know another doctor with pink hair and green eyes."

It was good to hear that, Sakura thought. If in all those days and days and traveling he never found another like her, it was something to be congratulated.

"Did you take a detour for me?" The question left without her thinking too much. It upset Sakura who was sounding so intimate when she knew the walls Sasuke had imposed.

"Kakashi told me to let him know if I heard about you".

Straight and impersonal as always. Not that it bothered her. She thought a little about the reasons the Hokage made that request. Well, she would thanks him for the help when she return, after all, she was able to meet with Sasuke after so long thanks to Kakashi.

"It's been a while since you've been out of Konoha. Is your research so extensive? "The Uchiha questioned after finishing his dinner, while Sakura had already finished and was waiting for him. She did not expect him to know about the research, but she was not surprised that he knew what was happening in the village and the people related to it. He certainly had his means of finding out.

"I can extend it as much as I want."

"Has the Hokage chosen you to lead it?"

"I volunteered." Tell him or not? To tell him that the trip she made was motivated by her feelings for him or keeping the research as the starting point?

As they left the restaurant and under the feminine looks admired by his physical appearance - which she noticed and he ignored - they continued the conversation, not before Sakura herself suggested that they move away from the city and follow a path through a forest.

"Why did you volunteer? Do not you have important things to do in Konoha?" He was referring to the care of the children who suffered from the war.

Sakura lost the words. How could she explain her frustration and her sadness at Sasuke's absence to him so that her decision to travel was understandable? How to explain to him that yes, she had important things and people in Konoha, but to leave them was an absurd necessity that she had to realize? That he became her priority again? Or rather, he has always been at different intensities?

If in doubt, switch to the next topic.

"I remembered! Naruto and Hinata were delighted with your note. I venture to say that for Naruto it was probably one of the best wedding gifts he could get. "

Sasuke did not respond. Again, the normal for him. The distance, the do not get too involved. Sasuke stopped the instant he felt the movement in his cloak. He turned around so he could look at Sakura from the front, since she had been a few steps behind. And even though she knew he was looking at her, Sakura preferred to face the ground.

"Are you hurt?" An important question for her. His well-being was one of her priorities.

"No".

"Not even a scratch? Or a broken bone, an insignificant cut? Something I can do for you?" Her wavering voice brought out a softer voice in him.

"No".

"That's good" and the tears fell once more.

Sakura had so much to say and did not feel entitled to vent. The last hour had been so special and so full of meaning and yet she did not feel she could reach him. But he was there, wasn’t he? Within reach of her hand, within reach of her eyes. It was so many days without him. And as someone who seemed to have left the day before, Sasuke reappeared and it did not matter if it was a sudden, temporary lap, but it mattered that they were finally side by side, face to face.

"I missed you," she confessed. "A lot," she added. "And the research? A side effect of when I asked Kakashi-sensei for permission to travel. And why travel? Because I wanted to understand you". Sakura let go of Sasuke's cloak covering her face with both hands. Talking about the pain she felt was even more painful. A little breathless, feeling lightly desperate, ashamed, disoriented, and helpless, Sakura bowed to herself, hugging her legs. She kept talking, unsure if Sasuke would hear clearly and understand what she was saying.

He listened. He understood.

"I wanted to see what you have seen during your journey, to feel what you have felt, to perhaps understand your heart. Because, no matter how hard I try, I can’t see a reason that keeps you away from home. We are there. Me, Naruto, Kakashi-sensei. We are waiting for you and waiting and waiting and you come close but never returns. So I wanted to understand what's so fascinating in the world out here to not let you go back. And I really, truly, truly want to understand you so that I can comfort you when you need me. And to become a person who can be by your side I left everything behind, even though they are precious people and even knowing that you can hate me for it, because I left what you value and lost once. But I was there alone. You were here alone. So... If it's to be alone, can’t it be the two of us alone, but together?".

When his hand touched the top of her head, Sakura came to understand that there was a lot to talk about her, him, them.

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I intend to make a continuation. When will I post? Do not know.

Hope you enjoyed it and forgive me about any mistakes. English is not my first language ^^

If you speak or can understand brazilian portuguese, you can read the original one here

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