#well. i say reread but i mean i'll slow down and read everything instead of just skimming for panels

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Love and Fury Deleted Scenes

More deleted scenes, these one a lot more fragmented, they don't come from specific chapter, which actually makes it more likely that I'll find ways to repurpose the dialogue elsewhere.

This first fragment was my second attempt at writing Bruno figuring out the whole Cicero thing, it ends where that chapter would have ended if I had used this (although I was planning to schmancy up the last line before I decided to cut it and prolong the story a little).

“We’re talking about rape, aren’t we,” Bruno finally said, finding it impossible to deny it any longer, “he tried to rape my sister, he did rape Rosalie.”

“Sí,” Reina nodded.

Bruno took slow, deep breaths, he found himself wanting to echo what Félix had said when he found out. Killing Cicero seemed like the only thing that could possibly calm the fire in his blood, quiet the pounding in his ears.

But him flying off the handle wouldn’t help anyone. Félix quite possibly was the strongest man in the village, if he decided to go ahead and kill Cicero, he would probably succeed. Bruno… Bruno would have to be more careful.

“I’m walking you home from now on,” Bruno said, “and you are never, ever going to be alone with him. Never.”

Reina stared at him, eyes wide and lips parted, he wondered idly what he must look like to her. Did he look frightful? Was he scaring her? He hoped not, but he refused to look away from her until she nodded, silently agreeing to what he’d said.

He nodded back, “Bien.”

This scene was replaced by the triplets inviting their SO's to a picnic, it ends where I stole the dialogue for Leandra reading Bruno's palm.

Pffft,” Reina shook her head at him, “who cares what people think. You really need to let loose every once in a while.”

Bruno rolled his eyes, “Easy for you to say, you’re not a fortune teller, people don’t assume everything you say has a hidden meaning.”

“Oh yeah? You sure about that?” she bit her lip, “I could be.”

He didn’t respond, instead he just gave her a flat look and crossed his arms. She giggled into her hand, then reached out and made a grabby motion with her fingers.

“Gimme your hand, I’ll show you,” she said, “the dominant one.”

He hesitated, but ultimately put his hand in hers, slowly stretching the word “Ok” into a whole sentence. It pulled another giggle from her lips and briefly her eyes connected with his, sparkling with mischief.

It always felt so nice to hold her hand.

This one got cut from like... the third chapter? This was the one where I reread it and thought "If Bruno was this willing to communicate with his family the movie wouldn't have happened", not to mention if Leandra was this effective at getting him to communicate it would steal Mirabel's thunder. My number one rule for OC's is they can't fulfill or undermine the purpose of one of the established characters, so I made Leandra more prone to subterfuge than this, and that made me decide to stretch the story out.

Silence stretched between them.

Eventually, he remembered what he was going to ask, “Do you even like Cicero?”

Reina looked at him, her mouth working around silent words, finally she sighed and said, “No.”

“So… but? W-why did you dump that food on Pepa?”

She shrugged, “I told you, I wanted to get her away from him.”

“Why?”

Reina pressed her lips together and squirmed in her seat a little, “It’s complicated.”

Bruno was about to press her for more details, but then the shoemaker came up and started lecturing them both about rhyming couplets while Reina packed up his usual order of soaps and creams. The shoemaker was the only person in town to own the complete collection of Shakespeare, and anyone who wanted to borrow one of his books had to put up with impromptu literary lectures. By the time the poetry lesson was over it was time for the market to shut down. 

Bruno wanted to ask her more questions but she cut him off, “Look, Bruno, I… Does Pepa know you’re doing this?”

“Doing-, well, n-no. Not exactly. I figured the apology will mean more i-if she doesn’t realize I forced you to do it, you know?”

Reina sighed as she packed some of the leftover soap into a box, she started to say something, then stopped herself and shook her head. She finished packing without saying a word, but clearly having some sort of debate with herself.

“Maybe just,” she pushed her chair under the counter with her foot, “tell her you’ve been keeping Cicero away from me. Tell her you’ve been scaring him off for me. See what she says about it.”

Reina shrugged, opened her mouth to say more, then shook her head and shrugged again.

“What- why- what do you think she’ll say?”

“I don’t know,” Reina sighed, she still didn’t know why Bruno didn’t know what Cicero had tried to do to Pepa. She figured that if Pepa didn’t tell Bruno when he brought the monster in question up, then it was officially not alright to tell Bruno, and if she did tell Bruno… then maybe Reina could ask him to stick around. She really didn’t want to end up one of Cicero’s victims.

Leche nosed at Bruno’s hand until Bruno gave him a few goodbye scratches, with that done the dog began plodding off towards home. Reina smiled at the giant pooch and gave Bruno a little wave goodbye.

“I’ll see you around,” she said, sounding a little hopeful.

“I’ll see you on Tuesday,” he retorted, although he wasn’t entirely sure that was true. He was beginning to suspect there was something else going on here. Something that only Pepa and Reina knew about.

He hurried home. Bruno paused long enough to listen for the sound of thunder before turning towards the bathroom. Pepa was stood in front of the mirror, trying to untangle a twig from her hair, she cursed at it and the word was swallowed by the clap of thunder.

Bruno knocked on the doorframe, “Need help?”

“Ah, Bruno, si!” she greeted him eagerly and presented him with the knotted hair.

“Did the evil trees attack you again?”

“Ay Brunito, you tease but those damned things have it out for me.”

“Hmm, maybe,” he drawled slowly, “or, hear me out, maybe they’re getting drawn into the wind storm that’s been following you all day.”

Pepa huffed, “Los cojones! It’s because they have some sort of vendetta against me.”

He chuckled, and pulled the twig free, presenting it to her. The thunder cloud over her head turned into a bright rainbow as her face lit up.

“Well, now you can tell those evil, dastardly, trees that they’ve lost this round.”

“Gracias Brunito,” she grinned as she took the twig and began snapping it into tiny little pieces, smugly tossing the pieces of her vanquished foe into the garbage.

“What has you so frustrated?” Bruno asked as they left the bathroom together.

“Ugh!” Pepa yelled, tossing her hands in the air but not elaborating.

“Ah si, si, I see how that could be frustrating,” he teased.

“It’s this whole thing with Cicero,” she exclaimed, “I don’t really want to talk about it. I don’t even want to think about it! If I think about it for too long I’ll blow this entire village down.”

Bruno pressed his lips together, then grimaced and took the plunge, “Uh Re- I-I mean Señorita Lopez thought you’d want to know that I’ve been scaring Cicero away from her.”

Pepa froze and the weather above her head changed rapidly. Briefly, the rainbow over her head got brighter, more vibrant, then it turned into a snow cloud. She turned on her heels and gripped Bruno by the shoulders.

“You mean to tell me Cicero has been trying to get to her?”

“Uh si?”

“Joder,” Pepa slapped her forehead, “Of course he would be, I should have known. He probably wants revenge for her warning me.”

“Warning you abou-?”

“Mama!” Pepa turned again and hurried over to their mother’s door, she knocked then pushed it open and went right in. Something Bruno would never have the courage to do.

Bruno stood there awkwardly rubbing at his arm while Pepa and his mother had a frantic conversation. Bruno heard Reina’s real name being tossed around, plus Cicero’s, but the details were lost on him. Eventually, both women emerged from the bedroom, Alma wrapping her shawl around her shoulders.

“Bruno,” she said brusquely, “you’ve done the right thing. I’m proud of you. Keep watching out for Señorita Lopez if you see Cicero bothering her.”

Bruno was equal parts warmed and confused by his mother’s words, and waited a beat too long to respond, “O-of course Mama, but wha-?”

“Julieta,” his mother’s attention was already lost as she hurried down the stairs, his other sister appeared in the kitchen doorway, a mixing bowl cradled in one arm, “I’m afraid I will miss dinner tonight, are you alright cooking for you and your siblings?”

“Claro,” she nodded, “Is everything ok?”

“Cicero,” was the only answer Alma gave, and apparently the only answer Julieta needed. She scowled and looked like she was ready to curse the man.

“Would it be alright if I invited company over to have dinner with us?” Julieta asked instead.

Alma sighed, “Do you mean that boy?”

“That boy” is what Alma called Agustín. She didn’t exactly approve of him, she felt her daughter deserved somebody that could swing an ax without bringing a tree branch down on his head. Still, she didn’t tell Julieta that she couldn’t see Agustín. In fact, after this business with Cicero, Alma was inclined to grant Agustín her blessing. He might be a walking disaster, but at least he was a kind walking disaster that would never (purposely) hurt a fly.

“Si, and Felix,” Julieta replied, her eyes jerked to Pepa pointedly.

“Felix?” both Bruno and Pepa asked with interest. Alma perked up too.

“Oh, claro, Felix is welcome in our home anytime.”

“Bruno,” Julieta turned to him, “will you go invite them to dinner?”

“Um, sure bu-?”

The tea kettle whistled behind Julieta, drawing her back into the kitchen. Alma, apparently satisfied that her children wouldn’t starve to death in her absence, walked out the front door with a promise to be home as soon as she could. Pepa disappeared into her room, saying something about fixing her hair before company arrived.

Bruno sighed in the empty courtyard, “Casita, have they told you what’s happening?”

Some roof tiles nodded at him.

“Care to share?”

Tiles trembled, shutters opened and closed, and furniture moved back and forth. Bruno wasn’t as good at understanding Casita as his mother (nobody was) but he picked up that Cicero was the bad guy in this story.

“Got it, we hate Cicero.”

The tiles nodded again.

Bruno shrugged and left to invite Agustín and Felix over for dinner. Cicero wouldn’t be the first pile of trash that Pepa dated, although he was hopefully the last. Bruno figured if he needed to know the specifics of what Cicero had done wrong, somebody would eventually tell him. In the meantime, he would just have to focus on keeping Cicero away from Reina, apparently.

Alma thankfully made it up the mountain before the sun had set, this time when she knocked on the door, Señor Lopez answered. He stepped aside and immediately invited her in to join them for dinner, before calling for his daughter to place an extra plate at the table.

“Señora Madrigal,” Reina greeted her when she entered the small dining room, “it’s good to see you again.”

“And you, I only wish the visit were under cheerier circumstances,” Alma sighed, resisting the urge to collapse into her chair and instead sitting with the grace demanded of her unofficial station.

“Do you have more questions about Cicero?”

“I hear he’s been bothering you.”

“Do you want me to have a talk with the little cabrón?” her father offered, before apologizing to Alma for his language.

“Well, si, that would be great. But um-.” She trailed off and looked to Señora Madrigal.

“Unfortunately, we don’t currently have any proof of any wrongdoing,” Alma sighed, “and Cicero’s father may retaliate against anyone who makes an accusation without evidence.”

He grunted in acknowledgement and splashed some rum into his cup, grumbling about no-good layabouts, and what they did to such men back in his day. Reina gave her father a fond smile and patted his arm, he briefly caught her hand so he could give it a squeeze, then began grumpily shoving food in his mouth.

Alma raised an eyebrow at his lack of manners, but couldn’t bring herself to disagree with his frustration. It was a frustrating situation.

“Cicero always seems to be hanging around when I go into town,” Reina got them back on topic, “fortunately, he’s kind of afraid of Bruno, so Bruno’s been warding him off.”

“Always been a sweet kid, your boy,” Senor Lopez acknowledged, “you’ll have to give him one of those fancy soaps you make, conejita.”

“Oh, that’s not necessary,” Alma rushed to say, “I’m sure this is Bruno’s way of thanking you for protecting Pepa.”

Reina pressed her lips together, hesitating, she opened her mouth to ask if anyone had actually explained the situation to Bruno but was cut off by her father.

“That boy married yet?”

“Papa,” she hissed.

Alma raised her eyebrows, turning to Señor Lopez with interest, “No, in fact, I don’t believe he’s seeing anyone.”

“Something to consider, conejita.”

“Papa,” she groaned, putting her face into her hands.

Alma shared an amused grin with her host. She wouldn’t be surprised if the man was only teasing his daughter, still, it was something to consider. Thus far, Señorita Lopez had proven herself to be principled, kind, quick thinking, and brave. Brunito could certainly do worse.

“I have asked Bruno to continue to protect you,” Alma said, “in the meantime, I plan to pay Señora Gutierrez a visit while her son is goofing off in town. I will make no accusations, we will simply share a cup of tea.”

“Do you think she’ll tell you anything useful?”

“Perhaps,” Alma thoughtfully pushed her food around her plate for a minute before remembering herself, “Is there anything else you can tell me about Cicero’s behavior that may come in handy? Anything at all?”

She sighed and leaned back in her chair, thinking deeply, “Um, I noticed he spends a lot of time with Encardo Rowe, even though his parents don’t seem to like it. I don’t know, maybe you can get her to complain about that.”

Alma nodded, it was something.

“You should ask Rosalie,” Señor Lopez said, “poor girl spent half a year being chased by the little pervertido.”

Both women froze. He was right of course, this little investigation wouldn’t go far if they didn’t talk to Rosalie, but neither wanted to bring up such a painful topic for the poor girl.

“I-I can be there when you talk to her, it should help.”

“I would appreciate that, gracias.”

[ao3-kintou]

hi kintou!! I'm a fan of homesick for a mountain's song and I'm also a fanfic writer so I'm suuuper curious about the fanfic writer ask! so honestly I wanna ask you everything lol but I'll calm down. I'm curious about questions 1, 11, 12, 13, 17, 18, 21, 29, 30, and 3, 4, 31 about homesick. lol that's a lot so feel free to answer as little or as much as you want!! I love your work, thanks for sharing <3

Hello! Thank you for sending me your asks and thank you for reading and enjoying my fics! This will be fun ((:

1. What’s your favorite character(s) to write for?

Sasuke Uchiha, still and maybe for forever. It's starting to become a close call with Lan Zhan/Wangji from mdzs though. I love their silence and their conflicted feelings. Writing them is like soothing a quiet pain.

11. How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc)

I would say... not plot driven. Slow. So much happens because nothing happens (or we realise so much has happened, because nothing happens). It's like quiet mornings for talking. Like making space, like a calm after a storm?

Also, somehow, uncontroled and messy (which i do not see as a bad thing per se, but bless @kemperrose for beta reading).

12. Who is your favorite author? 

It's Ali Smith! Her style is uncontroled, witty, engaged and completely unique. Don't ask me what her books are about, I won't know, but oh i love them so much. Also! I love Louise Gluck so much rn, especially her book Averno (I posted some Averno fragments earlier). Then for fanfic writers I mainly love @kinomiakai (:

13. When did you start writing fanfic? 

I started writing Naruto fanfiction when I was 13, which is 11 years ago! I started by writing/posting Shikamaru centric fics. I wrote snk for a while instead of Naruto though.

17. What fanfic tropes do you gravitate to writing for? 

This won't come as a surprise but: domestic fluff or hurt/comfort. I used to write so so many dumb Coffee shop au's and Farmfics as well hahaha.

18. Do you prefer editing as you write, or waiting until it’s finished? 

I can't edit while writing bc I will get stuck but when I want to continue writing (say, after writing 1k and falling asleep) I'll reread what I wrote the day before to get inspired and edit that part. I read all stories 1 more time before publishing them though.

21. Is there an idea you’ve always wanted to write, but haven’t yet?

Hmm.. not really? I have been thinking about writing a farmfic / small village fic that is more in a modern setting. I would love to write another multi chapter slow fic where they're just in nature. Maybe one where Sasuke rents Naruto's bnb cottage?

29. What part of the writing process do you enjoy the most? (Brainstorming, outlining, writing, editing, etc) 

Honestly, I brainstorm and outline very little. Literally answering something like question 21 is as much as I have before i sit down to write. So, the sitting down and doing the actual writing. I'm a very "go hard"/blunt writer. I sit down without having any idea what will come, and I write a lot of my fics in one sitting, starting at breakfast and forgetting to sleep in the evening.

I also love going through @kemperrose 's edits bc she's so funny and I make so many stupid little dutch mistakes (we've been working together since Your name, and what that really means, so for exactly a year now)

30. Do you write down all your ideas? What makes you decide to write one versus the other?

Nope! If I want to write a fic I just think of something and get started. Most of the time I also upload it even if it sucks a bit.

3. Do you have a favorite scene you’ve written from Homesick for a mountain's song story/chapter? 

Yes, I certainly do! My ultimate favourite scene is the ending scene of chapter 5, where they say sounds together. I think it's such a small scene (in it's energy) but the most powerful one.

I also love the scene where Kana hints that she thinks Naruto and Sasuke are in a relationship and that she accepts them/sasuke in chapter 3. When she says: ‘A lot of people become incapable of loving, because of what the world has done to them. It’s a blessing if you still can, even if it’s the last thing you get to keep.’  and ‘I just want you to know that we don’t mind. You and Naruto are always welcome with us. We’re not going to judge you, even if he starts living here permanently.’ 

4. Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut of Homesick for a mountain's song? 

Hmm.. not really? I changed Sakura a bit while editing. She was a bit more rude to Sasuke in my first versions, bc I wanted to add it to what made Naruto felt conflicted, but I made her more calm eventually. I think that Kishimoto did his female characters dirty, and I don't want that in my fics. I only gave her the normal amount of guarded.

I ended up not writing the party where they "marry". Though i thought about it, I wanted to keep the ending small. The altar for their parents made it to the sequel, but I could say the same for that.

31. What was the development process of Homesick for a mountain's song like? 

Oh.. hmm.. so basically I wrote this story while I was at home with a burn-out, in my graduation year. I was the most broken version of myself when I started this story, and I honestly believed it saved me and me as a writer. I've always been good at enjoying small things and I've always been a calm person. Homesick gave me a place where I could show myself I still had that in me.

With that said... the proces was me getting up way too late, or way too early to watch the sun come up bc I couldn't sleep, and sitting down to write this. I had no plan. I just sat down and wrote. I think it was a distraction and it made me happy. I wanted to write 5 chapters at first, but since me and my readers got attached to the slow chapters it turned into 6 and then into 8.

I posted every chapter right after writing them, and the comments motivated me a lot, though i never expected to get so many. To write this fic, but also to try and write my final work. So... yeah... i think i lived with this story. I somehow ended up still graduating, and it was the same week when i uploaded chapter 8.

Replying to your other ask: know that we're together on that one! Ichiko Aoba makes me feel so nostalgic... or shall I say homesick haha, for nature, for this softness, for late converstations or quiet, for the small things in life. May you live softly! And of course you're always welcome to come find me.

Thank you so much for these questions and your kind words!