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8-10-25: another update:

I think the story would make more sense if I kept maybe two or three of my original characters, and tried not building an entire new world from scratch. I think I took more inspiration from DBZ than intended 😰

The three I would keep would be:

Toru Aburame, but instead of having him born into the clan he was an adopted orphan from an obscure and decimated family.

Kaheno Aburame: him being a runaway shinobi fleeing from a mysterious threat made for an interesting dynamic. I do still intend to have Muta be his biological father, and for his bio mom to be from that same clan that Toru’s family is. So, kinda like cousins still.

Oyemi: I liked the idea of a rogue vigilante turned terrorist; I still want to keep her original origin intact, but instead of being a direct cousin to Toru and Kaheno, she’s a distant relative. She’s an unknown Yamanaka relative, but her direct father is not Fu Yamanaka anymore since he was relatively young by the time he passed. Although teen parenthood could’ve made for an interesting plot point, I don’t think it would fit well with Danzo being his mentor. I think her looking like Fu still would be interesting.

I think they could still have fire techniques, but it’s tied to their maternal family instead of being of a different culture of people.

#torune aburame #toru aburame #fū yamanaka

Conversations:

Me, in my head: I miss being Muta

Muta: You’ve mischaracterized me for so long..

Me: I was 16 though 😭

Muta: No excuses, you demonic wench.

Me: I was fun!

Muta: … yeah I guess

#conversations #cursed

Notice: This project has been shelved, and will most likely remain incomplete.

Hi,

This is Muta, an artist who used to be part of the Naruto fan base for several years. Like a good portion of the fandom that dropped off after the ending of the original manga series, I didn’t really intend to warm up to the next gen series that had been released and wanted to conjure up an alternate story in order to delve in unanswered topics and odd plot holes that were presented in the original media.

However, many things have changed since the start of this idea:

My personal interests in general have changed widely. I have no connection to the original characters and ideas anymore, and I don’t think I’ll ever come back to them completely again. From looking into different mediums, working a full time job, and just participating in my real life, these ideas were pretty much forgotten and lost.

The project wasn’t as well drafted as I thought it was. The whole point of this fanwork was to help build up some of the forgotten lore in the Naruto series, and it wasn’t doing that. I had ideas about story arcs, but couldn’t put together a complete and coherent timeline that had a beginning, middle, and end. It would’ve just left more holes open than filled.

Time. At the beginning of this endeavor, I was a minor in high school doodling in my sketchbooks while having a tumblr account. I had a resurgent interest in the series, which led me to create a roleplay blog for Muta Aburame, a very minor character in the Shinobi War arc that was killed off almost instantly. Simply put, I have almost no time anymore. I’m 24, trying to go to school while working a full time job on my own. It just circles back to the fact that I put this down for a moment with the intention of finishing it someday, but just losing the inspiration for it between 2016 and now.

In conclusion, this blog will no longer be updated; it will still remain up for a little while because I’m hesitant to delete it completely (there’s a lot of memories within). I loved making friends with the people I met along the way like Lee, Cerv, and Miyo. I don’t regret this path to where I am now, and I don’t look back at this and cringe with embarrassment.

Well, this is goodnight.

- Celina (Muta)

Spirit Visits

Toru: anyway, and then I got kidnapped and held for ransom by some lady; she said she didn’t pick me for any real reason other than that I was nearby and ‘less effort to handle’

Toru: I should probably train more..

Muta: you probably do

Torune: was she hired by any villages to kidnap people?

Toru: no, she’s a rogue defect, I think. I have a newspaper clipping with me that might say where she was from though. *pulls out a folded up paper from his pouch*

Muta, looking it over: it says she’s a cyberterrorist vigilante... three confirmed information leaks...

Torune, spotting a picture: ...

Muta: she’s looks pretty rugged, but kinda familiar.. hmm maybe she’s related to someone in Konoha? It says she’s from Kumo.

Toru: I don’t think so, but she is pretty strong

Torune: *banging head on the table* shit

#conversations #torune aburame #toru aburame #oyemi yamanaka #muta aburame

Spirit Visits

Muta: do you know how Tokuma’s been doing? I haven’t been able to visit much

Toru, nonchalantly: I haven’t really gotten to check, the Hyuuga clan’s going through a a little rough patch and we’ve been told to stand by in case they start a civil war between each other

Muta:

Muta: w h a t

————————— meanwhile —————————

Neji, in a cold sweat: FUCK

#conversations #muta aburame #toru aburame #neji hyuuga

Paranormal Fun, I Guess

Muta, talking through Ta’homa: hey guys how’s it hanging

Shino, annoyed: my son got possessed and your son is in prison

Ta’homa: there’s another spirit here

Muta: oh yeah that’s Toru

Toru, through Ta’homa: hi dad

Shino:

Shino: what the fuck son

#conversations #possession arc #toru aburame #muta aburame #Shino aburame #Ta’homa Hyuuga

lunar-doodles

The first time I’ve drawn digitally in a while, have some Maden

hailing

You want to know what an Aburame’s eyes look like????

kyriolex

Shino is a bug bank

After Episode 6, I headcanon Shino’s role in his clan as a bug breeder. Specifically, to be the host for as many bugs as possible. Think about it: he’s got the water bugs, the web-weaving bugs, the fire-proof bugs, the flesh-eating bugs, the metal-eating bugs, and let’s not forget the giant summon. And his normal bugs are all poison-resistant. He is a human petri dish.

Actually…didn’t Shibi have a similar role? In the data books, they emphasized that he’s responsible for taking care of the clan’s rare and dangerous bug species. In the war, Konoha didn’t send him to fight, but sent him to guard Naruto…possibly so that if everyone else in the clan died, Shibi could repopulate the hives, like a Noah’s arc for bugs.

Maybe that’s Shino’s role as the clan heir: to nurture all of the bugs. It would explain why his clan is cool with him being a teacher. Spending his days at the Academy allows him to conserve his chakra for feeding the bugs. It keeps all of the bug species safe in the village, kind of like a queen bee who doesn’t leave the hive. As long as Shibi is alive and Shino is healthy, it doesn’t matter what they do during the day.

apprenticesage

shino’s worst nightmare

iron-loaf

Wanted to practice a lil, also wanted to take a gander at what they all looked like without those shades.

timethehobo

It’s JuneBug time (Aburame Appreciation Month) so have some precious bug babies! Being clan leader is like being the dad of everyone when it’s Shibi. :’) There wasn’t any big planned event with prompts but I thought I’d jump into it too because these guys need more love. Maybe next year we could do something interesting hehe. 👀

lunar-doodles

My mothman, Muta

You know, he could also be a silkworm. It’s been nearly five years and I just thought of that.

Returning Home

He was allowed one night with his family before needing to return to the Hokage’s office to answer for everything within the past five years. Kaheno was tired; it had been a hectic few days, with having to deal with enemies, hunger, and secrets. Kenta, Toru and Mutechi’s team leader, had escorted the three back to the compound’s gates, but it didn’t lessen the anxieties of having to face his family again. Though gentle in nature, Kaheno was afraid of what his clan would think of his actions during the time period he was gone. In his head, he held himself in contempt; he knew he had a safe haven within the compound walls, and if he had went there instead of running away...

“Uhh, alright guys.. we’re here?” Kenta shuffled backwards, unsure of what’s to happen next for the trio.

“Thanks, Sensei,” Mutechi responded, appearing calm. “We’ll take it from here, you can go home.” The man sighed heavily from relief, waving his hand at them and walking away. As soon as Kenta was out of sight, Mutechi groaned and tugged at his hair.

“... What’s gonna happen now?” Toru asked meekly, shivering with anxiety. “I’m sure Lord Seventh had called Grandpa, if not Dad, a-and I’m... not sure how they’re gonna be when we go inside..?” Both boys looked at each other with concern, then turned to Kaheno.

Before anyone else could say another word, they heard the sound of a door sliding open. All heads turned to the building, where an elderly man stood. The boys gulped; it was the clan patriarch, Shibi.

“... Come inside, please.” The air felt stiff; none of the three could gauge at what the old man was feeling, but with his stern expression and calm demeanor, they felt a sense of disappointment from him. Kaheno’s legs wobbled as he headed up the steps of the house, feeling as if everything was happening at lightning speeds. Mutechi was already inside; Toru stopped at the door and looked back to his older cousin. He was reluctant to follow, as if his feet were tied down with boulders. His shoulders were flexed up, and he was sweating. Toru felt the smallest hint of guidance take control, and the boy gently held his hand out to the young adult.

“... I’m sure we’ll be okay..” Toru whispered. Kaheno nearly teared up, but blinked it away and took his cousin’s hand. It was warm, and the slight vibrations of the grasp gave him relief in that he wasn’t the only one who was nervous.

Once inside, they were greeted to a small group of clansmen seated around the room. Within the meeting was Shino, next clan head and father to Toru and Mutechi. Next to Shino was his own father, the current head Shibi, and to the right sat the other twin and their little sister Shila. Another notable member, Shin, sat farthest to the left; with him was his own daughter Tenshinhan and Pikito, Kaheno’s little sister. The young man didn’t make eye contact with Shin; being the older brother of his late father, Kaheno had a close relationship with the older man. He was well aware that his dissapearance had hurt his uncle the most, who treasured the only child of his deceased little brother, Muta.

Toru took a seat near the wall, close to the group but with some space to stretch out his legs should the meeting drag on. Kaheno kept his eyes low, slowly kneeling down across from his family. It had finally come to this, his return to the Aburame clan. Of all the mixtures of emotions and thoughts, the most prominent theme had finally made itself clear: shame. From running away that night, abandoning his baby sister in the midst of chaos, leaving behind his identity and living in anonymity in fear of being found by anyone.. the theft he committed to survive, the measures he took to get a hold of basic needs left him feeling heavy with burden. His paternal clan was pristine, unmatched, and highly respected in The Leaf; he knew what he had done would blemish that cleanliness. He didn’t feel as is he deserved to see them again.

“... Its been made clear to us that you’re to return to Lord Seventh the next morning..” Shibi began, his voice smooth and clear. Everyone was still, except for Toru, who felt the atmosphere though his skin and shook at the tense atmosphere. Kaheno held his breath.

“From the conversation I’ve had with the Hokage, there is a lot going against you. Though details weren’t released to us, what was made clear is that you may end up with a sentence, and your status as a shinobi is also up for debate.” Shibi’s words dropped heavy on Kaheno. He kept his head down, unable to look at his clan members. Tears began to well up in his eyes again.

“There is a lot we want to ask you, Kaheno. It’s because we want the truth,” Shino mentioned. “These past few years haven’t been good to us, and we know it hasn’t been for you as well.” The young man’s heart thumped, his hands sliding down to the floor. Greasy hair covered his face, but the tears stained the wooden floors. He felt as if he were choking.

“But-“ Shibi cleared his throat, looking directly at the man. “For now, we just want to welcome you home. We’ve missed you so much, Kaheno, and we are glad to get to see you again.” The others nodded, with small remarks of agreement in between.

“....Ah-,” Kaheno croaked, the words remaining lodged in his throat. The group watched, waiting for a response. “I... ah-i-“ He felt like he was gonna vomit. Just then, the man collapsed in a heap, barely resembling a bow. He sobbed, unable to find the words he wanted to say in the mess of himself.

“Please forgive me, everyone!” He finally managed to blurt out. “I never meant to hurt you guys and cause so much trouble for our clan! I never meant to leave my parents’ legacies in this turmoil I made..” He finally picked up his head, attempting to wipe away the continuous flow of shame.

“Uncle, please..” he turned to Shin. “I know I hurt you the most.. even if you don’t forgive me, I still want you to know that I love you, I love you and I’m always grateful for everything you’ve given me throughout my life, and that I don-“ Kaheno stopped talking, floating in a state of confusion and comfort as his uncle swooped him in for a hug. He remained stiff for a minute, before desperately clinging to Shin and sobbing like a child again. Shibi looked at the pair with bittersweetness. He looked at Kaheno; he was hardly recognizable from the young genin he was five years ago. He was tired. His cheeks were sunken and his skin was dull. He was dirty, with various scratches along his limbs and well-worn clothes draped around his slim figure.

But it was still Kaheno; Shibi recognized the gleam in the young man’s crimson irises, the same little twinkle that he’s had since the day he was born. He has his mother’s sun-kissed locks, though the luster was hidden among the dirt. Most importantly, he saw Muta in Kaheno: he saw it back then, and he still sees it now. Though Muta was long gone before the boy could speak, his love for Kaheno had remained with the child and grew as time passed by. It was as if the father’s spirit watched over the kid, never breaking his promise to keep his son safe.

Shin scrunched his nose, patting his nephew on the back before putting distance between them by grasping Kaheno’s shoulders. The usually quiet and reserved man murmered one word in his deep and soft voice.

“Bath..”

Shibi stood up, Shino keeping him steady unnecessarily. “Let’s get you cleaned up and fed. Shin has a bed for you at his home; I’m sure he had a spare change of clothes that’ll fit you, too.” Kaheno nodded, feeling warmth enter his heart for the first time in a while.