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Fellow fanfic authors

Hi, what’s your process?

How do you structure your writing. Do you go for gold and write an entire chapter (or whatever) in one sitting. Or do you write bit by bit when you have inspiration?

I’m a mix. When I have an idea and can run with it, I do, editing included. And sometimes, when I have a something but not too sure how that something works I write bits at a time and hope it comes together.

You? What’s your process. Keen to know.

Nga mihi ki a koutou!

(I’m not stuck, you are.. okay it’s me)

#fanfic #writers #process #anime #thoughts #authors #fanfic authors

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At What Cost : Part 2

Kia ora, this took so long. I’m not even sure if it’s what I wanted but it’s what I have. I’m deeply invested in this one.

A Kageyama fanfic with thought provoking one-shots about his rise through his volleyball career with a partner. Second one-shot kind of thing. Remember to picture YOUR OC as Shurui.  

I don’t own, just a fanfic.

Name: At what cost

Part one: What do you love more

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Walking along side

Volleyball was the center of his attention and she knew that.

Leaving Miyagi district was hard for them. But in the grand scheme of things it was necessary, they needed to move. And although Kageyama didn’t make a lot of money, he made enough to provide for them both and a beautiful tidy home.

It is small but a modest house they shared. Shurui had been careful in the selection. In the summer it warmed her skin the sun, it peaked through the kitchen window in the morning onto the table. And disappeared in the afternoon behind the large apartment block set three levels high, blocking the sun. However, it was winter, she poured Kageyama another tea, he responded by picking it up instantly with eyes focused on his laptop.

He pushed his chair in and gathered his gear, “we’ll be finished late afternoon, want me to pick something up?”

“No, I have everything.”

He kissed her forehead sweetly and left for the day. The National Team practiced religiously six days a week three times a day. It was a struggle, but they spent time where possible.

She smiled as the envelope fluttered away when it sent. She often sent him sweet text messages throughout the day, and he would reply when able which was usually during water breaks.

A puff of hot air escaped when he smiled, ‘I love you.’ He shivered, the morning frost was cold, he tugged the scarf higher to stop the snowflakes hitting. Another smile as he tucked the phone away and remembered a time when they’d been shy to express their feelings.

He thought back to the moment he blurted his confession.

Kageyama high from a win jumped the barrier and ran straight to her. He pulled her into an embrace and kissed her passionately, and the crowd roared. “I love you,” he screamed, a grin spread wide. So, he said it first.

And during winter, for her, time moved slowly. The days were long when she spent them alone. On many occasions they argued about her reasoning for getting a job. Kageyama would scoff each time because the thought of it offended him. He was stubborn. Every time the subject would be raised, he would revert to a child and she would smile sweetly and nod agreeing with him once more. Though a job would fill in the time she would tell herself constantly.

So, Shurui would turn her attention to books in the quiet mornings. It would not do her mind well if left to nothing, she had been accepted into one of the most prestigious law schools. She paused briefly. The thought of the letter caused a stir in her heart, as quickly as it came it left. Contempt, with the decision she made. She had to be.

This caused a sudden urge of need to be useful. She could at least use the background knowledge of accounting and business from high school even if it wasn’t paid work. A lovely thought struck her, maybe charity would be a viable option she placed the book down. Rejuvenated with possibilities she obtained the laptop and accessed the files from the cloud.

‘Revision,’ she thought and smiled widely.

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She eyed the sliver card puzzled, “What is this?”

“It’s a start and not much,” he flushed, embarrassed maybe, “but what’s mine is yours. It’s a credit card, you have access to my account.”

“Oh, how thoughtful,” she paused, her moment for freedom perhaps, “Kageyama I am capable of paying my own way and if...”

Brows pressed into a frown he retorted, “Don’t do that.” Eyes stern with resolve, they stopped her. She took a small breath, again smiled, and nodded.

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The restaurant was noisy and bustling with activity a rating of 5 stars on google review from most. A small but intimate set up, tables literally one metre from each other and the waiters moved through the patrons as they lifted the plates and beverages above their heads, smiling.

The big hand on the clock hit six. An hour had past and every 15 minutes she would get a refill of water. ‘No messages,’ her inbox glowed.  When the waiter approached this time she politely motioned no and collected her things.

Once outside she dialled a number only to be met with the engaged sound. A nice night for a walk, she thought. She fixed the buttons on the beige jacket to the top and made her way home only a couple blocks away. She almost pressed in the second earpiece when a shout caught her attention.

“Shurui!”

Confused at first, her eyes scanned the area until she heard the heavy pants behind her, Kageyama.

Out of breath he stood tall and placed his hands on his hip exhausted, “Sorry….” A couple more pants, “did some extra sets and lost track of the time, are you still hungry?”

Again, she smiled politely and nodded.

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It surprised her when her mother came to visit. Shurui ran to the nearest store to purchase the exact tea her mother loved, blackberry. Not a favourite in the household but for her mother she would go the exact mile.

The tea set used was bought from a dainty opportunity shop, a collectable the teller said. It wasn’t the fact it was a collectable that caught attention it was the amazing tale of two lovers etched in a beautiful blue design that did it. She poured their third tea.

“Where is he?” her mother questioned.

Shurui took a short sip, “training. He is an Olympian, mother. Volleyball is the centre of his attention.”

“I know.”

The tone used didn’t sit well with Shurui, it made her flitch at the implication, but not enough to show. She placed her tea down, gathered her thoughts and smiled at her mother. Who dressed in all her glory, hair pinned high, lips red as a red delicious apple and eyes judgemental. She sipped her tea.

“Mother,” Shurui breathed, “Tobio Kageyama works hard for this family…” her mother cocked a brow, taken by her daughter’s sudden boldness. “And if that means he needs to spend most of his time at the arena…”

“Is that where he is, and you know for sure?”

The question caught Shurui off guard, but she understood the meaning. Her fingernails dug into her knees and briefly she her eyes closed thinking of a response, but none came.

“My love, I know the life of an absent partner. Your father, though I loved him dearly was just like Kageyama. It starts out with late replies and missed calls but eventually.”

“Mother, please,” Shurui motioned with her hand she’d had enough, dismissing her mother’s words. “I have been with him every step of the way. I know him.”

Noting the difference in the younger persons demeanour a change of topic of sorts was in order, “I see and after his performance at the Olympics he will be head hunted. I don’t doubt or pretend to not know that he is an amazing player but at what cost my dear?” The older woman waited for a response or even an inkling of a retort, but it didn’t come, “you are a smart, intelligent woman and what have you done with it? Except follow this boy around for the better half of almost four years.”

Usually Shurui would be able to hold her emotions not often did she feel anger or resentment or express them for that matter. However, the constant belittlement of their relation started to affect her naturally calm nature. A swell gripped hold of her chest, but the smile she gave hid her true feelings of growing anger. An emotion she hadn’t felt in a long time not since early high school.

“I am not following, mother. I am walking along side him there is a difference. I know in doing so that I have placed certain things out of sight and out of mind,” a scowl formed, attention turned to the woman sat opposite. “And I will continue wherever that may lead us because I, mother. Think about others.”

The tea was cold neither of the two drank during the seemingly innocent altercation and neither looked to back down.

“I haven’t seen this side of you for some time. Independent, determined, and stubborn. My qualities I thought you lost.” And with that she conceded, looked to her daughter, and smiled dryly. “I wasn’t always there for matters I shouldn’t bore you with, but you don’t know what your father was genuinely like. Nights alone with a baby wondering when he’d be back or if he’d come back. Constant lies. I hadn’t wanted to leave but at the time I thought it was best.”

“For, who.”

“You.”

A side to the story she hadn’t heard to their divorce, her parents. All other times an excuse or fabrication. This time felt true, honest. It pained her to look at her mother. A proud woman for sure but in this moment, her whole being changed, it felt like regret.

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Months after the Olympics their lives changed considerably. It almost hurt to know her mother was right about Kageyama. The young aspiring player was indeed head hunted by multiple teams. Time was mostly spent answering demanding phones calls from managers, declining offers from no-name teams or out-right snorting at offers from companies who would pay copious amounts of money to have him. But it wasn’t about the money for him, he needed the best deal to help him stay on the court the longest. And Shurui tried best to keep her head above the water. She knew this would come.

In in a rare moment, they managed a night together away from outside influence. The house dimly lit helped by romantic candlelight spread carefully through the dining area. All electronic devices turned off, especially his.

Tonight, was a special night he told her. Dawned in a magnificent black dress that spaced and separated her breast evenly. The cup line hung low to reveal a tasteful and respectable amount of cleavage and flared down beautifully from under that point and sat above the knees. She would be lying if she did not say she was embarrassed. But Kageyama bought the dress, especially.

The look of bewilderment he gave every time their eyes met was worth it. He appeared shocked by her beauty and would avert his gaze somewhere else for a second only to find their way back.

“You look, breath taking.”

She smiled sweetly and blushed. She cooked the meals in all her magnificence. Kageyama’s heart skipped watching her. A kind woman that thought of others before herself who made sure everyone else was cared for. Kami knew, he was blessed with this creature, gods he knew he was blessed.

After dessert which was a homemade sharp lemon tart pie and vanilla ice cream, they talked about everything but volleyball which surprised her because it was a known fact that her partner loved to talk about it, always. He was being polite and courteous wanting to know the ins and out of the day she had, and she deeply appreciated it. But it was late, he had meetings in the morning. Meetings about their future.

“I should get this all cleaned up.”

Before she could rise Kageyama gripped her hand, “Wait.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled a black box. Kageyama’s hand shook as he rested in on top of the table. An overwhelming nervousness, the thought of a decline had him sweating profusely. He gulped to help moisten the dryness in his mouth. With two hands he opened the box and eyed her with anxiety.

“Will you… Will you marry me?” Forgetting he had to be on a knee he quickly fell to the ground almost losing the grip on the box. He stared up and fidgeted with his tie and nervously smoothed his tuxedo.

She giggled at his abruptness and beamed a smile, “yes, Tobio. I will.”

On his knee Kageyama, ‘yes,’ himself just like he would after an epic score. The ring a simple thing with a gorgeous opal gem slipped perfectly into place. They both stood and enjoyed a deep passionate kiss. He pressed his forehead to hers and whispered, “thank kami. I will do everything in my power to make you happy.”

“You already have.”

They stayed in each other’s company not wanting the moment to end.

#kageyama #kageyama tobio #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyu #haikyu x reader

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Another doodle/sketch! Baby Sarada is awfully cute with a bow! Credits to @Legendofnano-blog who again is yet to set up her tumblr.

Referring to the fanfic - Safest place in Konoha (see what I did, my skills in tumblr are improving)

A cute little one-shot about Kakashi taking care of baby Sarada for the first time.

#kakashi hatake #kakashi fanart #kakashi hokage #kakashi sensei #baby sarada #sarada uchiha #sarada #sakura uchiha #sakura haruno #naruto

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At what cost

Kia ora, just a note. I purposely don’t describe the OCC character because I have a strong belief that you as readers will already have your own OCC character that you’d easily be able to imagine in this fanfic or any for that matter. I even question giving her a name. The choice is yours. Lazy… or genius? I hope the writing is done well enough that you can follow the flashbacks without me yelling to you it’s a flashback.

Also, also note, I want to continue this one too. It’ll work just like my AOT one. One-shots linked together. Don’t own Haikyuu, just a fanfic.

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At what cost

One-shot one: What do you love more

Volleyball was the center of his attention and she knew that. This was his first practice with the Japan National team. Kageyama oozed confidence when he stepped up to deliver his infamous jump-serve. The ball swiveled between his palms, tossed high into the air, he fixated and waited for the ball to reach the point before optimal, jumped, and spiked. The reaction of the team differed, those known to Kageyama smirked and those not watched with the jaws agape. The young player had that effect.

It had delighted her when he asked to attend his first official practice, it did not happen often. When they first started seeing each other Kageyama mentioned it would be best for him not to be distracted. Not that she caused a ruckus or distraction as he would put it. During his practices she always kept modest, there were moments she would smile softly and wave when their eyes met.

They met at after function to one of their victories, neither wanted to go that night but were dragged by their respective friend. 17 years of age and pushed into a closet for seven minutes. It was dark and cramped, but there was enough room. He apologised three times during their supposed make out time. But there was no awkwardness between them.

“Kageyama,” he said, stretched his hand forward but accidently jabbed her rib. He was relieved when she laughed quietly. After the teenagers were released Kageyama stole glances the rest of the night, and she politely smiled back. When he finally conquered enough courage to have a conversation she was gone. The following Monday morning after practice, Kageyama rushed to the school’s front gate. It had taken a missed receive to the face for him to decide on the action, he wanted to catch the girl from the closet. Kageyama’s throat went dry when she finally arrived. He had almost let her slip by because his inept ability to communicate almost prevented him to speak. At the thought of being hopeless, his cheeks burned with embarrassment and in a small moment of bravery he clenched his fist tight and managed an almost too aggressive, ‘hey!’ So, he made the first move.

The National Team’s practices were open to the public provided they remained in the bleachers and respectful. The chairs lined with eager supporters who called and chanted the players names, always in competition to cheer the loudest. Occasionally a male voice would drown out the feminine ones when their favourite player delivered an incredible serve.  

The whistle blew, it signalled the end of practice. The supporters packed up their signs and hurriedly made their way down to greet the pro team. And she patiently sat a bento box on her lap and a note that dangled, ‘Kageyama.’ The raven hair man stretched, guzzled water, and helped clear the equipment. Being the newcomer, it was expected. After the crowd dwindled and he returned from the locker room she met him in the lobby. She greeted him with her natural warm smile.

“I brought you a bento. I know how hungry you get after practice.” She presented it similar too his serves. A blue and white combination stacked on top of each other secured with a band. A nod in reply from exhaustion most likely. The delicious aroma attacked his sense when he opened the box filled to the brim with fluffy rice and glazed pork topped with roasted sesame seeds. His eyes watered and he made quick work of the meal and almost swallowed whole.

“This is delicious,” he mused, stray pieces of rice stuck to the corners of his mouth, a comical side of Kageyama, “you didn’t want any did you?”

“No,” she beamed with her always warm smile. Satisfied with her answer he shovelled the rest.

One fact about their relationship was clear. Kageyama could eat and it brought immense pleasure because that meant she was able to cook for him morning practice, afternoon practice, dinner, or any occasion for that matter. A small but prominent task she reveled in, a way to show her feelings. A memory came to her. “Kageyama, can I cook for you tonight?” the volleyball team had finished and Hinata had already left a chance she would not pass up to display her cooking ability. “Okay,” he replied on reflex. “Yes,” she celebrated to herself as she gestured like the volleyball players when they scored. From that point cooking for him became a normal past-time, not that he objected.

Two years, they have celebrated together. High school sweethearts, people would muse. It was during their last year of high school Kageyama had been named for the National team. A feat planned from the moment of birth some would comment. He was ecstatic, the confirmation letter crumpled in his hand eyes ablaze with fire and determination. I’m moving ahead, he thought proudly.

The question, of course surprised her because volleyball was the center of his attention and she knew that. “Come with me,” he asked as he stared softly into her eyes a stark contrast from moments before. In a natural response she smiled warmly and nodded. Elated, he pulled her into a loving tight embrace. A sigh of relief loosened his body.

Kageyama paced the living room a smug grin spread into his lips, Hinata on the receiving end of this classic look. They’ve been going at it on the phone for hours both one upping each other on retorts and half compliments. Quietly, she slipped away.

Alone, she sat on the bed and pulled an envelope from her pocket. A letter addressed to her. While Kageyama focused his energy and time into Volleyball she equally met his drive and focused on her studies. She opened the letter careful and slow. A breath of anxiety coupled with excitement broke the tension she created. It read.

Dear Asakura Shurui,

We are pleased to inform you that your application to The University of Tokyo Faculty of Law has been successful. We look forward to seeing you in the coming semester. Please send a response of reply by…

The contents of the letter no longer had meaning. She tucked the letter in the envelop and folded it neatly. There was a box hidden in a space above her clothes in the closet. She retrieved it and locked the letter inside. A moment past, she stared longingly at the box and sniffed, a reaction and her eyes suddenly blurred. She loved Kageyama.

#haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #haikyuu #kageyama #kageyama tobio #tobio kageyama #hinata #hinata sho #karasuno #karasuno high

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Haikyuu!

Any Haikyuu fans, more specifically Kageyama? Well have I got great news for you!? Working on a fanfic that I’ve pining over for a long while now with an OCC.

#haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #kageyama #tobio #karasuno

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My best friend can do the do and draw. I asked for her to do a lazy sketch of the fanfic I wrote, The Safest Place in Konoha, https://jumpingflyingsidekick.tumblr.com/post/637556509148168192/the-safest-place-in-konoha. 

She’s kind of new to tumblr like me and I’ve asked if she wants to make a super team! @legendofnano-blog 

I love it!

#kakashi fanart #baby sarada #naruto #fanart #kakashi hatake #sarada uchiha #uchiha #sarada

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Intuition

This is following Behind the Door. I’m enjoying loosely connecting the one shots. They’re not chapters exactly but they feed off each other. Don’t own, just a fanfic.

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The building they sought sanctuary in was at least 100 years old. Angels etched into the walls some a depiction of cupid, a fat baby with folly hair and short wings. The others, wings outstretched in all their glory. The artist had paid a great deal of attention and detail to their feathers long like a falcon. Their arms reaching towards the onlookers beckoning them for an embrace, a dark and sinuous look on their face.

A remote church with no life no spirit. To what was worshipped here still unclear. Though the angels portrayed a different kind of religion nothing like the normal. Normal what is normal.

What was not normal, a team of young adults hauled up in an abandoned church. Blood laced in the fabric of their clothes and the absolute look of death and despair. A few resulted to kneeling before a broken pyre to pray. Foolish if anything, God was not present here. You only needed to look.

Some of his subordinates sprawled over varies objects in the main gathering area the pews, the confession booths and the cold ground. The not so lucky ones were carted to the side room, in that room the soldiers were stripped down for anything they could salvage. It felt depraved stealing from the dead but times like these called for such measures. Supplies were not in surplus.

He steeled his nerves this was necessary for survival. You do what you need do. What good would he be if he faltered or showed weakness to his comrades. These soldiers need a leader not a mother. His resolve devoid of hesitation, what must be done is for the survival of the ones left behind.

As the sun slowly broke day break, the last stragglers emerged. His lazy eyes tracked the last to enter. Her eyes stoic as she carried the last of the dead in. A normal for her he contemplated, Mikasa always frequented the aftermath of the battlefield. Initially for survivors but after understanding the advantages of tactfully salvaging materials it become somewhat of job.

He felt her presence before he saw her. An adept intuition, perhaps due to their recent encounters. He turned and grazed the hand of the angel as his eyes and body followed her. He didn’t feel much when he did so in fact, he felt empty, an odd ball of… pressure built between his rib cage. The Captain watched with his eyes mixed between soft and curt.

“That’s the last of us, Mikasa brought in the last body.” The Captain had not noticed Armin approach. He would never admit he had been distracted.

“Good, do the necessary checks. Rebuild, replenish, and rest. Organise your team accordingly,” Levi commanded.

“Yes, Captain!”

Levi gave a soft nod to acknowledge the up and coming leader which also acted as a double meaning. A cue to be dismissed. Both parties went their respected ways. Armin to organise the soldiers and him to check the damages. In retrospect casualties were low. The Captain spoke to a few pass byers and lent a hand in areas where applicable. However, midday drew close his attention was needed elsewhere.

Levi crossed the large gathering hall and exited out the other side through the side door that connected to a corridor which led to a small makeshift office.

Hands buried deep in his pockets he walked down the long corridor. His attention cast down to the wooden floor below a difference from the hall he noticed on this occasion.

For the second time today, Levi was momentarily distracted. He did not notice or sense the person open the door to his office. It was not until he heard the footsteps that penetrated the small space. His eyes tracked the sound that was almost on him. He looked up and just as he did Mikasa casually walked past him.

Time stood still.

The worlds’ strongest barely acknowledged each other. No gestures of pleasantries in their body language no comfort in in their expressions and no kind words of exchange as you might expect from comrades. However, at the point of passing both their eyes met, bodies frozen for a fraction of a second.

Time returned.

Levi continued to his office. He grasped the handle of the door and stood for a moment, testing himself. He would not look. He turned the handle and entered. Intrigued and interested he searched the contents of his office trying to find misplacements or new arrangements.

And there, he saw it. Steam seductively danced its way out of a tea pot set on his desk and curled in the air.

The Captain stared at the arrangement hands firmly in his pockets. He lifted the lid and waited for the aroma, but it did not come. This was freshly poured and yet to have a scent.

He sat, rested his chin on his clasped fingers elbows on the desk. He stared intently at the chipped tea set and waited. Waited for the brew to steep.

#levimika #levi ackerman #mikasa ackerman #attack on titan #levi x mikasa

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My vibe for summer, also I write listening to this song. Sometimes on repeat.

#fanfic

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The Safest place in Konoha

Don’t own Naruto, just a fanfic.

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Seemed like a normal day, less the baby of course. A bundle nestled in the crack of the couch to prevent the child from moving. Can’t be that difficult he thought often, more for reassurance.

Only, if the baby did not move so much, he would be able to complete his work. A workload stacked high enough to block his line of sight to the door. He shuffled the papers in his hands to realign them. A common pass-time.

Kakashi, looked at the clock on the wall. He counted the hours from 11am one, two, three… his finger followed.

“Every four hours little one.”

He certainly was a talented man with numerous accomplishments. Babysitter not quite acquired. In truth this is the first time his student asked for him to mind the child. Of course, he accepted.

Though, the child slept at the point of exchange. Sakura, his wonderful student happily tucked the baby securely with a smile. Her and the baby had been by to visit. She commented that although it was not the best option, it seemed the safest at short notice.

She had been summoned urgently to assist at the hospital. An attack that had left shinobi critically injured. She had to leave. Sakura removed the bag from her shoulder and gave strict instructions for caring.  

A regime it seemed. Times, checks, temperatures, and diapers. Sakura reassured that a baby at age of seven months would sleep like a rock. Can’t be hard, it’s a small human, he thought at the time.

Kakashi, leaned back in his chair far enough for the front legs to left. He peered around the stacked papers and peeped. There she was eyes open and staring directly at him. Caught off guard he scurried back to his papers and pretended to write something important. His heart racing, as if caught in the act.

He waited not sure why, but he waited. He tried again. Slowly, but only with his head he peeped again. Still, she stared blankly and then a smile.

Oh my, he felt his heart flutter and heat rise to his cheeks. Soft coos came out of her mouth and dribble flowed down both sides. The child happily grabbed at her feet. Kakashi’s heart flipped multiple times in his chest.

It would be fair to summarise this man had never taken care of a baby. However not one to back down from anything he approached. The little one giggled. He noted her eyes looked upward most likely focused on his spiked hair.

“There, there. We have to check, if you’ve,” he paused and gulped. Dread clouded his mind.

He remembered the checks Sakura mentioned. Kakashi grabbed one of the baby’s leg and lifted her slightly, he checked for a smell. Clear. He created a hook with his fingers and carefully pulled the diaper to the side. He clenched his eye shut as if to brace for impact. Clear.

A sigh of relief. He peeped again. The baby smiled. He fetched her bottle. It was kept in a canister to keep warm. Her eyes lit up at the sight of her bottle.

The following events happened slowly. She was not a guzzler, no she took her time to feed. All the while those eyes, bright and dark staring back. She would stop occasionally and smile. Another hit to his heart, “Sarada,” he smiled wholeheartedly back.

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“Kaka…,” she covered her mouth.

Sakura smiled sweetly, a warm feeling settled in her chest. Instinctively, she placed her hand on top of her heart at the sight of her Sensei and child.

Sarada nestled into his neck and Kakashi’s head rested on top of hers. Deep in sleep on the couch. The safest place in Konoha.

#naruto #kakashi hatake #sarada #sakura uchiha #kakashi #sarada uchiha #uchiha clan #sakura #boruto #fanfic

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I haven't written anything for years. I'm finding a flow or a better flow than what I had. I'll be posting what I hope is a sweet Kakashi interaction.

#naruto #kakashi hatake #team kakashi

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Behind the door

Kind of a sequel to the effects of Tea. Don’t own the rights, just a fanfic. Enjoy.

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It happened again. Another attempt to retrieve Eren, failed. This would be the 3rd failure within the month. The intel, though honest and trustworthy was not fruitful. Again, the survey corps heads hung low in defeat wallowed in self-pity. Each member removed their gear and silently stored them for another day. The atmosphere thick with regret, hurt and possible anger. It was silent, only the ripping, clicking noises and release of straps filled the room. An uncomfortable silence that every were beginning to feel accustomed after missions like this one.

Connie was the first to speak. His energy high, trying to rally the team. He smiled brightly and wide at Sasha who tried to return the smile in full. Her stomach grumbled and a bright red line spread across her face, she grinned in embarrassment. Jean threw is long arm around his comrade's neck and pulled her tightly. Occasionally whacking her a couple times on top of her head. The rest of the crew burst into laughter. A welcoming feeling to break the tension.

Mikasa deaf to all, stared blankly at the swords in her hands. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears, slow. White noise surrounded her senses, she gripped the handles, her knuckles turned white. She squeezed so hard that her arms began to shake. An in an instant the feeling stopped, without a second thought Misaka stowed her blades and abruptly left.

Jean quickly reacted and reached for her, but Armin grabbed his friend's wrist and looked him in the eyes. Armin's eyes were soft but clear with knowing, he motioned his head no and gently released Jean's wrist. The deadening silence returned. Not one survey corps member could look each other in the eyes. Armin's heart ached for his friend, she of all wanted Eren back the most. However, set back after set back prevented his return.

"She just needs some time," he whispered, barely audible.

Mikasa walked the hallways in quick step. Her strides were long and purposeful. In her mind, her thoughts were clear, in fact there were none. However, Mikasa's body betrayed her. Her shoulders were stiff, fist clenched and teeth grinding only hidden by the scarf wrapped tightly and her mouth. Eyes wild with rage.

Shortly thereafter, her destination came to view. Determination quickened her step. When the door was mere metres from her, she lifted her fisted arm high above her head, took at deep lunge and threw all her weight into the door head first followed by a powerful swing, knocking the door clear off. She stayed in this position as her eyes crazedly searched for the occupant, eyes filled with anger so much that it hurt. The gust of air shot through her short black hair. Mikasa's eyes narrowed.

Captain Levi stood calmly at ease in front of his fire warmed by the amber glow, back to the door. The intrusion did not startle him, but it did cause some annoyance which earned a soft, "hmph." He pinched the bridge of his nose and looked to the ceiling before slowly casting his unappreciated lazy gaze to the young woman.

By now the obviously distraught woman slowly and menacingly stretched to her full height a crease pressed between her brows.

"You," she grunted.

Like a rabid animal protecting their territory Mikasa attacked. Within a couple of strides, she was face to face with the Captain. The young woman towered over her superior. In her anger she gripped his collar and twisted her hands to tighten the hold. The Captain did not flinch, nor did he attempt to remove the hold. He continued to stare blankly into her cold eyes. Mikasa's swiftly grabbed his arm, shifted her weight to her front leg, pushed her hips towards him, threw him over the top and against the wall across the room.

Levi, hit the wall hard. He remained on the ground and rested on all fours, his vision blurry. He watched a couple drops of blood drip from his mouth to the stone floor. He smirked to himself and wiped the remaining blood with his thumb, "brat," he half chuckled, pleased. A pained groan escaped deep within his throat as he sat himself against the wall and watched as Mikasa stalked towards him. Again, the Captain did not flinch, nor did he attempt to move. Rested, with his arm hung lazily on his propped up knees.

Mikasa, push kicked the wooden chair that blocked her path and sent it crushing into a wall, smashing to hundreds of pieces. She leaned over Levi and with one hand she gripped his collar again slid him up the wall until he stood. Her other hand joined.

"Why!?" she repeated, eyes wild.

Levi stared into her eyes with no emotion and said no words. Soon, his chest burst alit with flames as she beat on his chest with clenched hands. One hand after another. The young woman wailed and hollered and did not stop. If he were not the strongest man in the world, he would have faltered but he did not. The Captain bared her brute force and waited, unrelenting.

Finally, with all the remaining might of anger she could muster she brought her fist back and threw a straight punch. Again, Levi did not flinch. Her hand destroyed the cement wall behind him, a crater evident of her strength with her face cast to the other side of his head.

Mikasa began to shake violently. Her shoulders heaved up and down in quick succession. And then quiet whimpers. The smell of salt filled his sense as Mikasa sobbed uncontrollably. The young woman gripped his shoulders with both hands and bit into his flesh. An act to keep her from feeling weak, to keep her sounds of hurt to herself and to keep her from seeking sympathy. Levi, waited. Waited until her tears ran dry and her anger subdued. He did not attempt to comfort her, he just remained… there.

After her tears stopped, Mikasa released him. Her eyes puffy and red. Tired swiftly swept her body. She stepped away from the Captain and headed out the door without eye contact and without a word never did she look back. Levi watched as she left. He could not recall how these occurrences happened, there have been many since the first.

He straightened his collar and winced at the searing pain. Levi easily picked up the door, cleared away the shattered chair and organised his office to the way it was before Mikasa stormed in. A tea pot and teacup set on top his desk. He poured himself a cup and took in the aroma, a citrus brew. Cup in his hand Levi settled in his chair, rested his feet on his desk, leaned back and took a long sip eyeing the numerous holes in the walls of his office. The tea was cold.

"Hmph, brat," he muttered.

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Um, hi

Not too sure how this all works, but I thought I might upload some of the fanfics I write. Usually, one shots because I’m lazy. I’ve got Attack on Titan coming up soon. I thought it was funny because I have to steal my original fanfic from fanfic.net because I’ve misplaced my copy

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Effects of tea

I do not own Attack on Titan by Isayama. I am however using the characters that he made in a fanfiction that I have made.

Created for Rivamika week/Day 3/5th/Char.

Rating: T

 The door flung open and in stormed a furious Mikasa Ackerman. Her shoulders were stiff, body tight with rage and a maddened stride. The sound of her teeth grinding filled the eerie silence and the pain that tugged at her jawline started to ache.

“That midget bastard,” she grinded.

           The mess hall was not empty in fact there were several adherents seated at the tables. Moments before, the room was abundant with laughter and joyful chatter. The scout regiment had recently returned from an expedition and surprisingly, it was a success. It was time to celebrate, or so they thought. No one spoke nor dared to move. It was as if time had frozen and the recruits were at her mercy. Sweat dripped down from one, a spoon in mid-motion dripping with soup in another and a guy half standing about to leave. Mikasa, was frightful in this mood and no one wanted to bear the brunt of her force.

           She stomped one foot after another and payed no heed to the on-lookers. The dark circles around her eyes thickened when the kitchen door drew closer. Sasha Blouse, saw her comrade and slowly started to open her mouth however, she snapped back when Mikasa, shot her an icy glare. Mikasa, brought her knee to her stomach and with a hefty thrust, kicked the kitchen door off its hinge.

           Her wild eyes searched. The object in questioned came into her view and she advanced toward it. The on-lookers silently gathered outside the door, watching with curiosity. ‘Why is Mikasa, acting this way?’ Was the thought on everyone’s mind. She grasped the tattered handle and shoved it under running water at the sink. As the water started to fill its content her thoughts trailed back 20 minutes earlier.

           “What do you mean make you tea?” she said.

“It’s as I said brat, tea. You boil water, add tea and brew. Simple enough, even for a brat,” he responded dryly.

She clenched her fists at his unthoughtful reply. Of course, she knew how to make tea. Mikasa’s eyes narrowed. In hindsight she asked a rhetorical question and Corporal Levi, responded in an equally detached manner.  

           Levi, sat there. Perched at his desk with his feet upon the surface, flipping through papers which all looked the same to him. His expert eyes noted the rise of burning anger and he gave an inverting smirk. The strong-willed youth swiftly turned on her heels and headed out.

“Aren’t you going to ask which flavour I would like?” a questioned wrapped with belittlement.

“Does it matter,” she replied looking over her shoulder. Tension rising.

“Stupid brat. Of course it matters.”

He removed his boots, sat up straight and rested his chin on his hands.

“You see, it’s cold out,” Levi, pointed to the window in a mocking manner. A powerful thunderstorm raged. “Therefore I want something warming to remind me of fire.”

“You want hot water,” she voiced wittingly.

“No brat. I want char. A smoky blend to remind me of fire. Got that. Char.”

Mikasa, gave one last glare and stormed off, not responding to his patronising commands. From his office to the mess hall Mikasa’s thoughts started to boil. Of him. Of his midget attitude. And his stupid tea.

           The old kettle sang its shrieking song. She grasped the handle and poured it into the tea-pot. Mikasa, slumped over the table and waited. And waited. Surprisingly, her rampant demeanour slowly began to subside. She peered at the tea-pot. The aromatic char flavour seeped out into the air and Mikasa, lost herself in her thoughts, again.

           Eren, had not been rescued and she knew why. Corporal Levi, didn’t do his job to keep him protected as he supposedly said he would. After the regiments return she sought him out. The midget man would be lounging in his office doing nothing she told herself. Mikasa, wanted to rip his heart out. In her eyes the mission wasn’t a success Eren, was still out there. She had already lost herself to her emotions when she entered his office.

“Ackerman. What is it now? Don’t tell me it’s about that useless brat?” he whined not bothering to look up.

The flame within her ignited.

“We failed again! Eren, is still captured!”

“Tch…”

Mikasa stepped forward, fist tightened and slowly brought it upwards. Levi, flicked a look and sighed.

“Make me some tea, would you brat. That’s an order.”

           Mikasa, set the silver tray on his desk. The Corporal, reached out and tended to his own service. He did this in silence. The steaming dark liquid filled the cup. He brought it up to his nose, swirled it, inhaled and took a slow sip. His eyes closed at the taste. The youth pulled her red scarf over her mouth and watched with contempt. The char aroma invaded the air. It’s had time to brew therefore the smell and taste were tenfold. It did smell like a burning fire. She giggled at the thought. Levi, lowered the tea-cup and lazily looked at Mikasa.

“What is it you wanted brat?”

His question jolted her back to the room, she had become a victim to her thoughts once more. Her face calmed again and she settled.

“Nothing.”

“Then leave.”

She did.

           Levi, watched the girl. A noticeable difference in her leave than her approach. She came to him distraught and wired, like Eren. Now she left calm and collected, like Ackerman. He poured another cup full.

“Tea fixes all matters.”

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