⠀
⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ℐ𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝒰𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘩𝘢
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ うちはイタチ

ᴛʜɪs ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ɪs ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀᴜᴅɪᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ:

ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ɢᴏʀᴇ, ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ, ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄs ( ɪ.ᴇ. sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴡᴀʀ ), & sᴏᴍᴇ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ

𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 .ᐟ
—— #NARUTORP 𖦹 #MVRP
⠀
⠀

⠀
⠀
⠀ a plot driven portrayal of Rangiku Matsumoto from Tite Kubo’s Bleach™

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ detailed • literate

⠀ dark themes will be present: trauma, alcohol abuse, violence, language, & some sexual content

⠀ novella — single ship w/chem
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ #BLEACHRP • #MVRP

⠀
⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝘒𝘢𝘬𝘢𝓈𝘩𝒾 ℋ𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘬𝑒
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ はたけカカシ

ᴛʜɪs ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ɪs ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀᴜᴅɪᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ:

ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ɢᴏʀᴇ, ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ, ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄs ( ɪ.ᴇ. sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴡᴀʀ ), & sᴏᴍᴇ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ

𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 .ᐟ
—— #NARUTORP 𖦹 #MVRP
⠀
⠀

⠀
⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ #𝒮𝘏𝘐𝘕𝒪𝘉𝘐𝒮𝘜𝘕𝒟𝘈𝘠

⠀ Runs a hand through his raven locks. He yawned, stretching his sore and stiff muscles. The crisp morning air felt refreshing against his corium. The sun was low but rising higher with every minute. Birds sang their morning songs accompanied by the rustling of trees as the breeze swept past.

A yawn parted his maw wide. How many days had it been since he had slept in an actual, proper bed? Too many. So many in fact, he was starting to forget what an actual bed felt like. However, he trudged on with his missions. They were important. But, he did miss his family. He hoped to be home soon.

⠀
surface sat a waiting cup of coffee. It was placed at his usual seat, steam rising from the liquids surface. Before he sat down he sidled up to his wife, pecking her cheek in a rare display of affection, ❝Good morning, Tsuma.❞

࿐ྂ He sipped his coffee, watching his wife. Thus began a new day.
⠀

⠀
aforementioned smile growing slightly wider. Though he hardly showed it or spoke of it, he cherished these peaceful mornings at home. They were few and far between which made them even more precious.

࿐ྂ As he soaked in the moment, his eyes drifted to the dining table. There atop the clean »
⠀

⠀
࿐ྂ 𝘈𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴. He thought to himself as he slipped out of bed.

࿐ྂ The alluring scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted past his nostrils. His feet carried him to the kitchen where he found his wife humming jovially as she prepared breakfast. The shinobi observed her briefly, »
⠀

⠀
࿐ྂ The Uchiha stirred. Next to him the once occupied space was empty. His hand expected warm and soft flesh, yet it found naught but a cold mattress’ surface. He blinked, hazy vision beginning to clear. Sasuke sat up, running a hand through his raven locks. A faint smile found his lips.
⠀

⠀
࿐ ྂ Resting his weary body against the trunk of a large tree. As he relaxed he nibbled on the last of the rice-balls his wife had prepared for him before leaving the village.
⠀

⠀
let her hand go a second time. She did everything for him, he could do at least this much for her. A small gesture, sure, but one that came from a place of genuine love.
⠀

⠀
house clean. And she worked herself to the bone. As these thoughts ran through his mind, he steeled his resolve, reaching out and taking her hand in his. His well crafted mask remained on full display, hiding his childish embarrassment from such a bold move. Yet, he held firm, refusing to »
⠀

⠀
together.

࿐ྂ His socially inept and awkward mind toiled over what to say in response. There was much he’d like to say but all that came out was, ❝Alright. I’m looking forward to it.❞

࿐ྂ She did so much for him and yet he wasn’t able to do anything for her. She cooked for him. Kept the »
⠀

⠀
and do all the right things. However, she chose him. The man once lost to darkness and hatred. The man whom tried to kill her. Not once. But twice. He didn’t deserve her. So, every moment he got to spend with her was precious. Even more so due to the rarity of them being able to spend time »
⠀

⠀
as her hand pulled away. He wasn’t one for displays of affection, but if it made Sakura happy, he’d have obliged. But, before he could take a tight hold of her hand, it vanished. His heart stung upon hearing her apology. She deserved someone who could hold her hand, say all the right things, »
⠀

⠀
a great deal of relief to see that some things never changed. Again, he would never say any of this aloud. How could he? As socially inept as he was, he could barely muster a genuine smile for the woman who had loved him through hell and high water.

࿐ྂ Guilt stabbed at his conscience again »
⠀

⠀
࿐ྂ Nestled front and center in the scope of his vision was his wife, her face flushed and her body language reflecting her fluster. It was cute to say the least. No matter the length apart she was the same as always when he returned, giddy like her younger school-girl self. It brought him »
⠀

⠀
⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ✣ sᴇʀɪᴏᴜs sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs & ᴘʟᴏᴛs ᴏɴʟʏ. ⠀
⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ✣ ɴᴏᴛ sᴜɪᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ. ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs : ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ʜᴀʀᴍ 𖤣 ɢᴏʀᴇ 𖤣 ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ 𖤣 ᴀʙᴜsᴇ ᴇᴛᴄ. ⠀
⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ✣ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ | ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴅɪᴠᴇʀɢᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ʟɪʙᴇʀᴛɪᴇs. ⠀
⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ℰ 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 ℛ𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓃𝓈.

⠀
⠀

⠀
leave for all of those years was to become a man deserving of Sakura’s unconditional love for him. Not that he’d 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 admit that out loud.
⠀

⠀
couldn’t forgive himself. Not after all the horrid things he had said and done to her. The shinobi had said his choice to leave the village after the war was a journey of atonement for all of his past transgressions and sins. However, unbeknownst to anyone, the biggest reason he decided to »
⠀

⠀
that happiness was a small feeling of guilt. He was constantly wandering, always on the move, and hardly home. That, and their turbulent past, still made him feel as though she deserved better. Sasuke was fully aware that, for the most part, she had forgiven him long ago… but, he still »
⠀

⠀
he broke the silence, offering a hand to his wife as he spoke, ❝Are you alright, tsuma?❞

࿐ྂ A genuine, albeit small, smile settled onto his visage. His usual stern and stoic expression softened. No matter how long he was away, he was always happy to see his wife. However, lurking beneath »
⠀