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05 Mar 2021
This, Geto would have to admit, surveying the stun cuffs around his hands and Gojo’s and the sight of Gojo lolling around while seemingly high on whatever the smugglers had dosed him with, was not an ideal situation.
04 Mar 2021
In this world, people are born with two names on their wrist. One will be your soulmate; The other, your worst enemy.
Getou Suguru is born with the name Gojo Satoru on both wrists.
(A story told from the perspective Shoko Ieiri.)
She gestures to the bandages on Getou’s wrist, stained with blood. “I need to change them.”
“I won’t look.”
“I don’t trust you.”
The funny thing about dying, she figured, was that it wasn’t quite as meticulous as all the major religions she’d encountered in her life seemed to say. There were no shadowy figures wielding scythes in her final moments, or a gateway into paradise, or even the parallel elevators going up and down her friend had once theorized about on a hazy summer night. No, it was more like a sort of existential blip.
One moment she was trapped under the crushing weight of water filling her lungs, and the next she was being born anew.
All in all, dying wasn’t a very comfortable thing. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but if given the chance she would really much rather be alive than...here. At least “here” was familiar, at least she knew what she was going to get. This world was heavy with pain, and she knew that fact better than she knew herself. If she could just alleviate some of that, maybe everything would be okay.
Maybe she wouldn’t feel so much like she was still drowning.
Being the Avatar means making sacrifices in the name of duty. This is a reality that Juno has lived since she was a child. But when a deadly pandemic sweeps the Earth Kingdom, she will be challenged in ways far beyond what the sages taught her to expect.
And lead to new realities beyond her wildest imaginings…
The Naruto/Avatar the Last Airbender fic that I wanted to read, and must therefore write.
Sakumo’s face lights up, his lips turning up into a wide, excited smile. Kakashi’s hand is so small cupped between his father’s, one of his thumbs rubbing along the line of kanji on Kakashi’s skin. It doesn’t smear like ink but shines brightly as if it had just been brushed on. “The gods have blessed you,” he says, looking at Kakashi as if he couldn’t have been prouder. “Your soulmate was born today.”
“Oh,” is all Kakashi has to say about that, because he’s four and he’s really not sure what a soulmate even is.
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04 Mar 2021