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Random sketches of this Merlin Naruto AU idea that smacked me in the head one day
Under the Hazy Moonlight ⛩️
An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break… unless it is mistaken.
In this feudal Japan, the powerful and turbulent city of Gotham survives under the fierce vigilance of the Black Ninja. This powerful warrior, who exacts revenge and thwarts crimes, works with the help of a select group and refuses to accept outsiders with dubious agendas interfering in his affairs… even if he calls himself "White Ninja," he is a magnificent warrior, tries to help, and appears to be beyond reproach.
Read it here.
This was my contribution to SuperBat BigBang 2025, with art by homokommari.
Misunderstandings and Mistakes Ft. Ninja!K
A/n: After the messy shit that happened with my fic yesterday, I'm just gonna push that aside to kind of rest my brain, so here's a new Andteam K fic!
Expect more of this au 😉🫶🏻
Genre: Fantasy, Ninja au, romance, humour, angst, fluff
Pairings: Ninja!K x Ninja!Kaori
Warnings: nothing too serious tbh
The hidden village of Hoshigakure bustled beneath a bright spring sun, rooftops glinting with morning dew and paper lanterns swaying lazily in the breeze. Merchants called out from their stalls, the clang of blacksmiths echoed through narrow alleys, and the smell of grilled mochi and sweet chestnuts filled the air.
Among the flow of robes and chatter, a figure walked alone—graceful, poised, and unmistakable. Murata Kaori, daughter of the village head, moved through the cobblestone path like wind slipping through trees: calm, confident, and entirely unaware that everyone was watching her.
Well… not entirely unaware. She just didn’t care.
“Lady Kaori, please, slow down!” came the flustered voice of her maid, scurrying a few paces behind her. “You’ll wrinkle your robes again—and a young lady of your standing should never run!”
Kaori turned her head just in time to see two familiar faces waving from the edge of the square.
“Yuma! Jo!” she called, brightening instantly.
She broke into a light run, her long sleeves fluttering and her steel fans clinking gently against her sides. Her polished boots barely made a sound as she skipped up to them, the umbrella slung casually across her shoulder like a walking staff.
The maid gasped. “Not again—!”
“You’re late,” Yuma said with a lopsided grin, arms crossed.
“I wasn’t,” Kaori replied. “I just stopped for dango. Want some?”
“I do!” Jo reached eagerly—then yelped as Kaori bopped him lightly with the umbrella.
“Only if you don’t eat it all this time.”
The three laughed, completely ignoring the poor maid huffing behind them about propriety, class, and decorum.
Far above—unnoticed by most—a silhouette stood balanced on the sloped roof of a nearby teahouse, cloak flapping in the wind.
K, or as he preferred to be called these days, Kazanari the Thunder Fang, narrowed his eyes and scoffed.
“She chooses them again,” he muttered, arms crossed dramatically. “Tch… low-ranked fools…”
From behind a chimney, Taki peeked out nervously. “Uh… K, sir? Are we… gonna jump in now? Or wait ‘til she’s done laughing?”
Bento the raccoon popped out of his hood, sniffing the air.
K didn’t answer. He just clenched his fists, eyes on the girl who never seemed to notice the villain on the roof.
“Today… will be different.”
(It would not be different.)
High above the square, K’s cloak fluttered as he slowly raised a hand. Between the gaps of his fingers, sharpened shuriken gleamed under the sun—meticulously polished and perfectly aimed.
Taki peered over his shoulder and immediately turned pale.
“Uh… s-sir,” he stammered, tugging nervously at the hem of K’s robe, “should we, like, wait till they’re done eating…? I mean—dango’s sacred.”
K didn’t look at him. His eye twitched.
“Are you my assistant or theirs, Taki?”
Taki went quiet instantly. Even Bento zipped his mouth shut with invisible tape and ducked back into the hood.
“Exactly.”
Down below, Yuma and Jo were mid-bite, oblivious to their fate.
With a swift flick, K let the shuriken fly—arcing through the air toward their heads.
But before they could even flinch—
CLANG!
A steel fan sliced through the air, intercepting all three shuriken with a clean, effortless sweep. The shurikens clattered harmlessly to the ground.
Kaori stood between them now, one fan drawn, umbrella in her other hand. Her expression was unreadable.
Then she looked up.
Dead. In. The. Eyes.
Taki and Bento froze. Even Bento’s ears drooped.
“Eek! She’s looking at us!” Taki whimpered, grabbing K’s sleeve like a toddler during a thunderstorm.
K ground his teeth.
“You cowards…”
He yanked Bento by the scruff of his neck and flung him downward like a soft potato.
“Attack!”
Bento squealed all the way down, landing in a pile of laundry.
“Wait—what are we—AAAAH—!” Taki didn’t get to finish as K grabbed the back of his robe and kicked him off the roof too, sending him tumbling down with a crash next to Bento.
With dramatic flair, K leapt off the roof himself, landing with a booming thud in front of Kaori, arms outstretched like a stage actor.
“You may have stopped me once again, Kaori—but the age of the low clans is over!”
She didn’t even blink. “You threw a raccoon at me.”
K paused.
“…No I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did,” Yuma mumbled, licking sauce off his thumb. “Bento’s still stuck in someone’s underwear.”
“KAZANARI did no such thing!” K barked, throwing his cloak aside as wind whipped around him dramatically. “Today, I unleash Thunder Strike Plan Number Six!”
Kaori sighed, flicking open her umbrella and resting it on her shoulder like she’d done this a hundred times.
“Your real name is Koga Yudai, and you live three doors down from the soba shop.”
K gasped as if stabbed. “Don’t say that name!”
K whipped around, his cloak flaring behind him as he glared daggers at the scene unfolding behind him.
“What are you two dimwits doing?!” he bellowed. “Attack!!”
Taki and Bento shot up straight like puppets yanked by strings.
“Y-yes, boss!” Taki yelped, throwing himself into a ridiculous wide-legged stance. He slapped his fists together, tried a spin, and nearly toppled over. Bento clambered onto his shoulder and struck a dramatic pose with a tiny twig he’d picked up, balancing on one leg like a samurai squirrel.
Kaori tilted her head ever so slightly, resting her cheek in one palm as she leaned against her umbrella. Her unimpressed expression was sharp enough to slice through steel.
Taki froze.
Bento blinked once. Then slowly, the twig in his hand began to tremble.
“Uh-oh,” Taki whispered out of the corner of his mouth. “She’s doing the face. You know, the face.”
Bento slowly turned his head to look at her, then dramatically slapped both tiny paws over his eyes and sank lower on Taki’s shoulder like a raccoon seeing death itself.
K snarled. “You fools! This is a declaration of dominance, not a children’s puppet show! What part of Thunder Strike Plan Number Six don’t you understand?!”
“We—we trained for this!” Taki insisted.
Bento looked at him in disbelief, then pointed at himself, then made a gesture that looked suspiciously like We watched a squirrel once.
Kaori exhaled slowly and closed her umbrella with a click. She let one fan fall into her palm from her waist, flipping it open with a practiced snap.
“You have three seconds,” she said flatly.
Taki screamed, dropped to his knees, and bowed. “We surrender!”
Bento immediately went limp, tongue sticking out, belly-up in the dirt.
K’s eye twitched so hard it looked like it might detach from his skull.
K let out a howl of frustration loud enough to send birds scattering from the rooftops.
“YOU USELESS COWARDS!!!” he screamed, bolting after Taki and Bento.
“WE’RE SORRY!!” Taki cried as he sprinted away, flailing his arms while Bento clung to the back of his robe like a furry backpack, eyes wide in terror.
“COME BACK HERE AND FIGHT FOR MY GLORIOUS LEGACY!!”
Their ridiculous chase looped around a lantern pole, toppled a cart of persimmons, and sent a poor old man’s hat flying off his head. A chorus of yells followed them as they barreled through the village.
Kaori watched them disappear around a corner, her fan slowly folding with a flick of her wrist.
“Idiots,” she murmured.
Yuma stared at the direction they’d run, blinking.
“They’re weird,” Jo muttered, still munching on his last piece of dango.
Yuma nodded. “Really weird.”
Before Kaori could respond, her maid finally caught up, nearly wheezing from the stress of it all.
“Lady Kaori!” she exclaimed, clearly at the edge of her patience. “Please don’t create scenes like this in public! Your father won’t approve of this!”
Kaori groaned as if she’d heard the same line a thousand times before.
“Father is very much okay with how I live my life,” she said, brushing some dust off her sleeve. “Besides, I was just fending off some wannabes.”
Her maid sighed—deep, long, and from the soul. She looked like she aged five years in five minutes.
No matter how much she nagged, no matter how many scrolls on “proper decorum” she sent, Lady Kaori would never, ever change.
๋ ࣭ ⭑
Deep in the quiet of the forest, the sound of rustling leaves mixed with the occasional angry mumble.
K sat hunched on a thick tree branch, cloak slightly torn, arms folded tight over his chest. A twig stuck out of his hair, but he didn't care. His legs swung idly as he sulked, muttering darkly under his breath.
“She always treats me like a joke… like I’m some kind of cartoon…” he grumbled, glaring at a passing squirrel as if it personally offended him. “What’s so great about those lowlifes anyway? Yuma’s got dandruff and Jo doesn’t even blink.”
His voice cracked slightly.
“I’ve got a noble lineage. Fire techniques. Dramatic presence. Roof entrances!”
Below, on a blanket of moss, Taki sat cross-legged beside Bento. Both were munching noisily on cookies they'd somehow found (or stolen). Crumbs coated Taki’s chin while Bento had stuffed one entire cookie into his tiny mouth, cheeks bulging like a dumpling.
Taki looked up at his boss, tilting his head.
“At this point,” he said between bites, “it kinda seems like boss is just trying to get Lady Kaori’s attention…”
Bento, still chewing, nodded slowly without looking up.
“Y’know,” Taki added thoughtfully, holding up a cookie, “instead of wiping out the lower ranks and taking over the village and all that dramatic villain stuff he says every other hour.”
K paused mid-rant, his fingers twitching.
“What did you say?” he hissed, glaring down at them through the leaves.
Taki flinched, immediately holding up both hands (and his cookie).
“Nothing! Nothing! Just talking about… strategy! Totally fear-inducing, threatening strategy, boss!”
Bento rolled onto his back, nibbling without a care in the world.
K groaned and flopped back against the trunk of the tree, one hand over his face.
“…She used to laugh at my stupid firecrackers when we were kids,” he mumbled. “Now she doesn’t even look twice unless I throw a raccoon.”
—
The wind gently brushed against the paper walls of the Murata residence, carrying with it the soft rustle of trees outside. The light had grown dim, painted with the orange hue of sunset.
Inside her room, Kaori lay on her back, eyes fixed on the ceiling above, lost in thought. Her hands were still, her expression unreadable—until she sighed, softly.
She turned, her arm reaching beneath a wooden panel in the floor. With practiced ease, she slid open a hidden compartment, revealing a small, cloth-wrapped box nestled within.
Kaori pulled it out slowly, like it was something sacred. Sitting up, she gently unwrapped the cloth and opened the lid.
Inside sat an old stuffed bear.
It was small and worn, but clearly well-cared for. Its fur was slightly faded, one button eye a little loose, but it had a presence that didn’t belong in the world of assassins, spies, and clan wars. A soft relic from another life.
Kaori smiled—faintly, wistfully—as she picked it up and pulled it to her chest.
She hugged it close, closing her eyes for a moment.
“Yudai…”
Her voice was barely above a whisper.
“He’s so different now,” she murmured, resting her chin lightly on the bear’s head. “Always going on and on about ranks and status and legacies…”
She exhaled, letting her eyes drift toward the open shoji screen where the wind was slipping in.
“He’s not Yudai anymore.”
The bear had been a gift—one she’d never forgotten.
She was ten. He was thirteen. He had snuck past the border seals, crawled under the patrols, and returned the next day covered in dirt, scratches, and beaming with pride as he handed her the ridiculous, floppy bear from the outside world.
“No one else has one of these,” he’d said. “It’s for you. So you don’t forget I’m the coolest.”
Back then, he didn’t care about bloodlines or status.
Just her smile.
Kaori hugged the bear tighter.
๋ ࣭ ⭑
K stood still, eyes locked on her floating figure above the rooftops, her silhouette outlined by the setting sun.
Then he clicked his tongue, muttered something under his breath, and moved his hands through a sharp, practiced sequence of signs. Sparks lit at his fingertips, and a swirling fire-mark flared under his feet. With a hiss and crackle, a glider began to form—sleek, with sharp flame-edged wings and lacquered wood shaped like a bird in mid-dive.
He stepped back slowly.
Then sprinted forward.
His boots pounded against the ground as wind gathered around him—he ran faster, his glider catching the rising current.
Just as he neared the cliff’s edge—
Whoomph—!
The wind surged, lifting the glider in one clean motion. K rose into the air, caught on the breeze like an ember on the wind. The village shrank beneath him, his cloak snapping behind him in the gust.
Kaori heard the wind shift and turned slightly, her umbrella pivoting in the air—and there he was.
Of course.
Rising from below like a fire-wielding shadow, carried by his own stubbornness and dramatic flair. She sighed quietly.
K coasted to her side, his glider leveling out as he hovered just near enough to speak.
His expression wasn’t a smile—it was smug. Chin lifted slightly, eyes half-lidded like he wasn’t trying too hard, even though she knew he always did.
“You know,” he said coolly, voice carried on the wind, “if you wanted to see the world, you could’ve asked the one person who’s actually been beyond the walls.”
Kaori didn’t even look at him.
“You snuck out, got caught in a storm, set a fence on fire, and came back with a fever,” she said flatly.
He let out a short breath—somewhere between a scoff and amusement.
“But I brought you a bear.”
She turned her eyes to him then, unimpressed. “Don’t flatter yourself. I kept it because he was cute.”
His brow twitched. “He?”
Kaori allowed a small smirk. “The bear. Not you.”
K’s face didn’t change much—he just stared at her, the wind humming between them.
She turned away, her umbrella tilting slightly as she looked back toward the horizon.
Still trying to fly away.
And he hated that he understood.
Kaori descended slowly, her umbrella twirling gently as she floated down onto the tiled rooftop. Her boots landed with the softest tap. A few moments later, K’s glider swooped in, and he landed a short distance behind her, the fire emblem beneath him fading into nothing.
“I’m still Yudai,” he said, voice quieter now.
Kaori didn’t stop walking across the rooftop, her arms tucked into her sleeves.
“No,” she replied, not even turning around. “You’re Kaminari.”
A vein nearly popped in his forehead. “Kazanari!” he barked, marching after her.
She gave a lazy glance over her shoulder. “Whatever makes you feel powerful.”
He jogged a few steps to catch up, scowling. “You can’t just rename me like I’m some lost raccoon.”
“Funny you say that,” Kaori said dryly, “because you are always with one.”
Off in the distance, Taki sneezed. Bento squeaked.
K ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Look—I’m serious, Kaori. You act like I’m a stranger now.”
“Maybe you are,” she said, finally stopping to face him. “The boy who snuck out just to get me a bear would never call my friends trash. He would’ve flown up here just to race the clouds with me. Not lecture me about lineage.”
Her words hung there.
Kazanari—Yudai—stood silently for a moment, unsure whether to be angry… or ashamed.
“…I didn’t change,” he muttered. “Everyone else did.”
Kaori tilted her head, eyes narrowing. “Or maybe… everyone else stayed the same, and you just climbed too high to see it.”
Wind stirred again, lifting the hem of her robes as she turned away.
K’s mouth opened like he wanted to argue, but the words caught somewhere in his throat. His glider creaked faintly behind him, swaying in the breeze, like even the air was holding its breath.
“You always chose them over me,” he finally said. His voice wasn’t loud—it was low, brittle with something unspoken. “Even before I started hating. Even back when we were just kids… you still chose them.”
Kaori stopped.
Her hand clenched tightly at her side, the fingers curling so hard her knuckles went white.
“No,” she said, her voice trembling with restrained emotion. “It’s called making new friends.”
She turned, eyes hard and gleaming.
“While you and the others were out doing your ‘boy stuff’—because you were all the future heirs to your high-ranking clans—I was alone. Watching. Always watching from the sidelines, because apparently, girls only existed to marry and bear children.”
K’s expression shifted. He stepped back slightly.
“Do you even realise how lonely I was? How biased everything felt?” she snapped, her voice rising. “Being treated like some glass doll who would break if she even thought about doing something outside of what she was ‘meant’ to do.”
Her eyes shimmered now, but she didn’t let them fall.
“And it didn’t help that you and the others kept going on and on about status and power—all I ever wanted was to live a normal life. To have freedom. To laugh. To explore. To feel like I was more than just a title or a body made for a political match.”
She took a breath, and it was sharp like a blade.
“And what did you do?” she said, softer now, voice cracking just slightly. “The moment I found people who saw me, who let me be me, you came around feeling defensive. Accused me of being immoral to my family. Accused them of corrupting me.”
She stared at him.
“All I ever wanted… was to be happy.”
The wind howled gently across the rooftops.
K had no comeback this time.
Just his eyes, fixed on her, stunned and speechless as if her words hit deeper than any blade.
Kaori turned away once more, her steps quiet as she disappeared across the rooftop, the soft swirl of wind following her like a sigh. She didn’t look back.
K stood there, still.
He didn’t call out to her. Not this time.
The rooftop felt colder than before. The clouds passed slowly overhead. And for once, K didn’t have anything clever to say.
His fists loosened at his sides.
She had been alone.
His mind drifted back, uninvited, to a memory buried under years of training, expectations, and pride.
He remembered a little girl in white, barely taller than a sword sheath, sneaking out of her vast, empty house. She would creep through the quiet hallways like a ghost and climb the moss-covered walls of the outer boundary. She was always climbing something.
She’d sit there, swinging her legs, gazing out beyond the village gates toward the distant world no one was supposed to speak of.
She’d hang from the edge, gripping the old bricks, looking out with that expression—part wonder, part longing, part ache.
He remembered watching her once, hidden behind a tree. Just watching.
She hadn’t even noticed him. Or maybe she had and just didn’t care.
A strong gust of wind swept past him on the rooftop, tousling his dark hair and tugging at his sleeves. His eyes stung unexpectedly.
K blinked.
He raised his hand, quickly brushing at the corner of his eye, annoyed at himself. But the tightness in his chest didn’t go away.
“…She really was alone,” he murmured.
And all this time, he thought she’d simply chosen them over him.
But maybe—just maybe—she’d chosen herself for the first time.
—
It had been days since Kaori left the house.
The usual clatter of her umbrella catching the wind, her laughter echoing across the rooftops, the sharp twang of her fans striking away K’s latest plan—none of it had filled the village air in a while.
She sat now beside the koi pond, her arms folded on the low stone ledge, chin resting on them. Her gaze followed the slow, rippling movements of the koi, but her eyes looked far past them—somewhere distant and fogged over.
Her father sat nearby in his usual seat, an open scroll ignored beside him. His eyes softened as they glanced toward her.
“Not going out to explore today?” he asked gently, hands folded neatly in his lap.
Kaori gave a noncommittal sound, her voice tired and muffled. “I’ve explored everything a hundred times.”
He smiled, letting her be quiet for a moment.
“What about your friends?” he asked.
“Not in the mood.”
The koi circled beneath them, unbothered by the heaviness in the air. Her father gave a long, knowing sigh.
“Fought with someone?” he tried again.
Kaori shook her head. “No,” she lied.
He didn’t press her. Just looked at the pond and spoke quietly. “Mistakes happen. Misunderstandings happen. It’s all natural. But don’t let them build a bigger wall between you two.”
She stayed quiet for a long beat, eyes flickering across the water.
“He’s a jerk,” she muttered finally.
“Or maybe,” her father said softly, “he’s just someone who needs to be heard.”
Kaori didn’t reply—but she did shift.
And in the silence that followed, memories came creeping in. Not from years ago—but from recent weeks. Little things. Things she’d ignored at the time.
Moments when he’d tried to speak… but she hadn’t listened.
She remembered the way his eyes fell when she brushed him off. The pause in his words when she turned her back. The way he didn’t smirk when his usual antics failed, but instead looked… quietly disappointed.
There were days after failed missions when his shoulders slumped a little lower. When he stood just a bit too long before vanishing again. When his voice didn’t boom with arrogance, but cracked with something softer.
And she’d seen it.
She just hadn’t wanted to look closer.
๋ ࣭ ⭑
High above the forest floor, K sat slumped on a thick tree branch, legs dangling over the side. The late afternoon sun filtered through the leaves, casting golden spots across his back—but he barely moved.
His cape, usually flaring with dramatic energy, hung still against him.
Below, Taki sat cross-legged in the grass, nervously nibbling on a half-eaten cookie. Bento lay beside him on his back, tiny arms in the air as if he'd given up on the world.
“…Boss has been like this since the day Lady Kaori got angry at him,” Taki murmured, glancing up at the motionless figure above them. “I feel bad.”
Bento gave a small grunt of agreement and slowly rolled onto his side.
K didn’t look down. He stared blankly ahead, eyes fixed on something in the distance, though he didn’t seem to see it.
“She was right,” he mumbled, more to the air than anyone else. “I was loud… always trying to prove something. Thought it’d make her look this way.”
Taki perked up slightly. “Boss…”
“She didn’t choose me back then. Still doesn’t now.” His voice was low, not defeated—but exposed in a way he rarely allowed. “And why would she? I never listened. Not really.”
For a moment, none of them said anything.
Then K turned, leaning his back against the trunk, head tilted up toward the filtered sunlight.
“I just wanted to matter to her. But I became the very thing she hated.” He let out a bitter laugh. “What a genius villain, huh?”
Taki scratched his head awkwardly and offered Bento the rest of the cookie, which the raccoon took without much enthusiasm.
“I mean… maybe it’s not too late?” Taki said carefully. “You could, I dunno, try again? Say something not villain-y for once?”
K looked down at him, raising an eyebrow. “…You think I should go up to her and say what, exactly? ‘Hi Kaori, sorry I tried to destroy your friends, wanna have tea?’”
Bento squeaked softly, mouth full.
“…He says yes,” Taki translated.
K exhaled through his nose and dropped his head back against the trunk.
“…Maybe,” he murmured.
K let out a slow, tired sigh as the sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting golden shards across his face. He closed his eyes for a second, letting the warmth rest against his skin.
Then—he felt it.
The wind shifted.
A gentle breeze rolled through the trees, and the branch beneath him lightly dipped with a weight that wasn’t heavy, but calm—familiar. He opened his eyes.
There, descending through the golden light, was a figure so serene he almost forgot to breathe. The way her umbrella caught the sunlight, her robes dancing in the wind, hair flowing behind her—
Taki’s jaw dropped. “Boss, is that an angel…?”
Bento let out a breathy squeak, eyes wide.
As she landed softly on the same branch, the sunlight dipped behind a cloud, dimming the glow.
It was Kaori.
She looked at him quietly, her expression unreadable, and now that the light wasn’t blinding, her presence settled like a feather rather than a storm.
K blinked, stunned by her sudden appearance. For a moment, he couldn’t speak.
“…You look like hell,” she said softly, but there was no bite in her words.
“Nice to see you too,” he muttered, trying to keep his voice light, but it lacked his usual smugness.
From below, Taki leaned over to Bento, whispering, “Boss might actually cry…”
Bento nodded, eyes still glued upward.
Kaori shifted her umbrella over her shoulder and walked closer, sitting beside him on the branch, her legs dangling.
“I figured something was wrong when you stopped launching shurikens at innocent dango eaters,” she said gently.
He gave a short, dry laugh. “…Didn’t think you'd notice.”
“I did,” she replied, eyes still on the sky ahead. “I kinda always did.”
Silence lingered for a while, but it wasn’t tense. It just... settled.
Then she spoke again, voice low. “I never hated you, Yudai.”
His head turned, eyes searching hers.
“I just… found it hard to like the way you changed,” she said quietly. “The way you talked. The way you started treating people as if they were beneath you. You didn’t used to be like that.”
He opened his mouth, but she went on.
“As everything around us started changing—when people treated me differently, expected things from me I didn’t want to give—I kept hoping you would stay the same. You were my friend, Yudai. One of the few people who saw me before I was just the chief’s daughter.”
Her hand brushed her fan lightly as she looked down. “But then you started talking about wiping out the lower clans… like you forgot what it meant to have someone just… be kind. It made me sad.”
K looked away, his hands curling into his sleeves. The branch was quiet under them.
“I never meant to hurt you,” he whispered. “I just… I thought if I was strong enough, serious enough, maybe you'd choose me.”
“I chose the boy who climbed rooftops just to show me the moon,” she said. “Not the villain who keeps trying to be someone he’s not.”
Another gust of wind passed through the trees.
“…Do you think it’s too late to be him again?” he asked.
She glanced at him, then up at the sky.
“I don’t think it’s ever too late.”
Down below, Taki wiped his eye. “This is so soft, Bento… softer than cookies…”
Bento silently pushed a cookie toward him, moved.
K and Kaori sat quietly in the tree, the moment cradled between old memories and unspoken hope.
That's it for this one!
It doesn't really make sense ig. But it was always in my mind, so I'm happy to finally write it down 😭
I hope you guys enjoyed it! 🫶🏻
Likes and rebloggs are appreciated 🩷 ✨️
My otp 😔❤️
Nocturne Of Shadow(Part I)
warnings: mentions of blood, violence, mentions of assassinations, Ninja AU pairings: Swordsman!All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Kunoichi!Reader word count: 2k summary: in the land of the Flowers, you find the living legend Yagi on the ground, hurt and nearly unconscious from his battle with the Faceless Man. without a second thought, you carry him on your back home and help him settle in. a/n: inspired by the thought of "what if Sheik from Legend of Zelda was in the My Hero Academia universe"
dividers: @adornedwithlight
taglist: @thissaintjessi. @cherryblossombankai, @thestarsystemsworld @pixelcafe-network
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The area was quiet. Too quiet for what had just transpired only a few moments ago. You sit and watch, looking at the body on the ground. He was a large man. You could see the sword he carried was on the ground next to him. What was worse was the fact that the man who had done this to him had scurried off in a fit of rage. The Faceless Man.
If anybody cares, I will start working on my AU (The Amazing Digital Ninja Clan) in the ending of this month. I have some college projects that I have to finish first, that's why it will take a bit long.
I hope to not disappoint anyone who is actually expecting for it, I will do my best. And if it turns out bad we will all just pretend it never existed
Lol
The crossover that nobody wanted nor asked for.
But I'm a weeb so that's what you get
Not to drop a Ninja Au on main but
The Cobra Kai x Power Rangers collection is sending mee
Imagine these two from opposing clans meeting by chance under moonlight
Daniel just looks so ethereal to me okay lol. Lookit this beautiful angel
