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i-am-made-of-memoriies · 6 years

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Portals, Clones, and Time Travel. Oh My! (Part 6)

Part 5

“I’m glad we’ve all decided to kill Hiroyuki, but we don’t know how to get to him. How are we supposed to locate him? Who knows how big this dimension is.” Sarada sighed.

Naruto tapped his chin thoughtfully, “You know what would really help?” He asked, “A bird’s-eye-view of this place.”

“Sure dobe, but how are we going to get one of those?” Sasuke smirked.

Boruto and Mitsuki looked at each other devilishly. “Wind jutsu.” Boruto cackled, “We can shoot anyone straight into the sky. I mean we’ve only done it horizontally with Sarada, but vertically can’t be that different, right?”

“Wait, so we’re going to have to rely on your probably-faulty-because-you’ve-never-tried-it wind jutsu to launch Naruto in the air? What if you kill him? Then you’ll just cease to exist!” Sakura exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air.

“What other choice do we have? We could wander aimlessly for days and probably not find Hiroyuki’s abode.” Sasuke replied, siding with Naruto for once.

“I suppose you have a point.” Sakura admitted, finally capitulating to Naruto, “Who wants to be the test subject? I don’t think Naruto’s the best choice.”

Sarada looked around thoughtfully, “It can’t be Boruto or Mitsuki since they’re performing the jutsu, and neither you nor Naruto have good enough vision.”

“So you’re saying it has to be either me or you.” Sasuke concluded. “I’m not doing it.”

“Why do you get to disqualify yourself like that?” Sarada retorted, placing her hands on her hips.

“Because I don’t trust mini-dobe.”

“You’re lying.”

Sasuke looked away uncomfortably. He had been caught in a lie by his future daughter. “Fine.” He spit out, “It’s because your sharingan is more developed than mine.”

Sarada smirked victoriously. She had finally gotten the Sasuke Uchiha to admit one of his shortcomings to her. Exciting. “I suppose I’ll do it then.”

Boruto and Mitsuki stood in the middle of the clearing, Sarada standing between them, her body poised.

“We’ll try not to kill you Sarada-chan.” Boruto said, cracking his neck.

“Yes Sarada-hime. We will be sure to not end your life.” Mitsuki added on, nodding in agreement.

“Why’d you call me ‘Sarada-hime’?” Sarada asked, looking quizzically at Mitsuki.

“It is proper to treat someone with utmost respect before you possibly take their life-correct?”

“Absolutely not!” Boruto exclaimed, “Where the fuck’d you hear that?!”

“My parent.”

Sarada and Boruto groaned. “Just launch me in the air, would ya?” Sarada sighed, activating her sharingan.

“Let’s do this then.” Boruto and Mitsuki quickly weaved the hand-signs for the jutsu. “Brace yourself Sarada!”

Sarada shot up like a rocket, flying over the trees and into the blue sky. From her absurdly high vantage point, she was able to make out a dark building in the west edge of the expansive forest.

“There’s some fort-building thing on the west edge!” She exclaimed, praying that her teammates would hear her. After relaying her message, she turned until she was spread-eagle in the air, waiting for the ground to come closer so her teammates could lower her down with wind jutsu. As the ground came nearer, she noticed that the clearing wasn’t directly below her now. In fact, her teammates were at least several hundred feet away from her approximate alighting point.

“Damn it!” She cried, the ground coming nearer and nearer. She didn’t know what to do as there were mere seconds before she hit the ground and probably hurt herself. She tensed her muscles and hardened her body for the inevitable painful impact, hoping that she would somehow manage to survive the fall.

“Mitsuki, Boruto!” Sakura shrieked, “Sarada’s not above us anymore!”

“What do you mean?!” Boruto replied urgently, scanning the sky. His eyes caught a flash of quickly falling red. “Shit! She’s gonna fall before I get there, what do I do?!” He began to sprint towards her.

“Uh, I don’t know!” Sakura panicked, worrying that her future daughter was about to perish before her eyes, “Try to cushion her fall from where you are!”

“It won’t do enough!”

“But it’ll do something!” Tears pricked at the edge of Sakura’s eyes, but she willed them not to fall. She berated herself for watching someone dear to her get hurt and do nothing but watch and cry. More than anything, she wanted to not be a hindrance, but her teammates were just so damn strong and fast, what was she supposed to do?

3...2…. Sarada suddenly felt a strong gust of wind soften the still-painful fall. She breathed a sigh of relief before succumbing to the pain and falling unconscious.

“Is she alive?” Sasuke asked, panic leaking into his voice.

Sakura put her hand to Sarada’s jugular and gave a relieved nod. “I think she broke some bones, but I don’t know how to fix them!” She looked at Sarada’s ankle, bent in a way no ankle should bend. If she didn’t fix it, Sarada wouldn’t be able to walk, much less fight.

“In our time, you’re a really badass healer.” Boruto said, looking worriedly at Sarada, “Maybe you could try to heal her?”

“I don’t know how it’s done!” Sakura cried, “Sure I’ve read a couple texts, but they’re mostly just on basic first aid. I don’t know how to fix something of this caliber.”

“Are you sure it’s just broken bones?” Sasuke inquired, “I mean, she’s unconscious right?”

“She could’ve passed out from the pain of breaking so many bones. It’s not necessarily brain damage.” Sakura replied, inspecting Sarada’s body. “So the ankle is definitely broken. Along with the right wrist and a couple others in the same arm. I’m not entirely sure about the ribs, but I can suspect some of them were at least bruised upon contact.”

“She seems pretty damn beat up.” Naruto muttered, grimacing at her bruised body, “At least we know where that Hiroyuki bastard is hiding.”

“That is true.” Sasuke agreed, “The problem is that we can’t do anything if Sarada can’t walk or fight. We can’t afford for her to be a deadweight.”

“I’ll try to fix what I can.” Sakura announced, “I’m not experienced in any right, but I can set the bones and hopefully speed up the healing process. I doubt I have the chakra to do anything substantial though.”

“I’ll lend you some.” Sasuke looked Sakura dead in the eye. “She is..” he hesitated, “our daughter after all.”

Sakura wanted to squeal with satisfaction, but she made the decision that there were better times to show her fangirl side. “Alright.” She said firmly, “Let’s get started then.”

Sakura kneeled by Sarada’s side and began with her ankle, since there’d be no point in healing the other bones if she couldn’t walk. “Mitsuki, Naruto, Boruto,” she started, “hold her down. This is going to be painful.”

Once Sarada was securely pinned to the ground, Sakura took a deep breath. She remembered what she had read in the medical textbooks: always begin to pull slowly. If the bone is out of place, the muscles have likely tightened around it. If you pull quickly, the muscles will tighten more; if you pull slowly, you can loosen the muscles and ease the bone back into place.

Sakura began the procedure, slowly moving the ankle into its proper position. She saw Sarada’s face contort in pain, even in her unconscious state, and hoped that she wouldn’t wake up during the healing session.

Once Sakura was satisfied with the positioning, she motioned for Sasuke to sit next to her.

“I’m going to begin the healing jutsu now.” She said with as much confidence as she could muster, “I’m going to need your chakra.”

Sasuke nodded and placed his hands on Sakura’s back. Her body shuddered with the sudden rush of chakra and she began to heal. She focused her chakra on the fracture, closing her eyes and navigating the limb. Sakura was amazed at the way she could see the bone using only her chakra. “Okay. I’m going to try and stitch the bone back together.” She willed her chakra to meld the separated bones together. She could feel the fibers moving towards each other like magnets, finally meeting in the middle and weaving together until they were whole again. Sakura basked in the feeling of successes, her cheeks flushed with happiness as she realized what she had done.

“I did it.” She whispered breathlessly, “I fixed something. I really, truly fixed something!”

“I believed in you the whole time Sakura-chan!” Naruto exclaimed, “Now onto the next bone!”

Sakura nodded. “How are your chakra levels holding up?” She looked at Sasuke.

“They’re fine.” He replied, “Keep going.”

“I don’t have to set the bones in that arm, but I still have to be careful to not hurt Sarada.”

She cradled Sarada’s arm gently, inspecting the breaks. She sighed with relief when she realized that they weren’t particularly serious and easier to heal than the ankle. Sakura took a deep breath, channeling Sasuke’s chakra through her own system. She realized how rough his chakra was compared to hers; as if hers was made for healing and creating, and his for destroying.

“Alright, moving onto the next break.” She announced, willing her hands to glow a soft green. It was easier this time, but she still couldn’t control the flesh and bone the way she wished she could. She figured that she would need a whole lot more training before she would be able to perform this procedure with ease.

Once she felt satisfied with her work, she leaned back and took several deep breaths. Even though Sasuke was lending her chakra, the act of transferring it and controlling it was rather taxing.

“Are you okay?” Sasuke inquired, taking his hands off Sakura’s back, “She’s not dying anymore.”

“I’m fine.” Sakura insisted, “I’m going to fix every bone in her body.”

Naruto admired Sakura’s resolve. The past 24 hours had really changed the kunoichi; she had started as the Sasuke obsessed fangirl that constantly hit and criticized Naruto and had metamorphosed into a strong, determined medic.

“You’re really fucking awesome Sakura-chan.” Naruto said, and he really, really meant it.

A/N: BAHAHA! IT’S THE NEW CHAPTER! Yeah, I hope y’all are as excited as I am. Anyway, sorry for the brevity, I just wanted to get this over with so I could start the chapters leading in to the climax. Good news! I have a clear view for the ending of this fic, meaning that it won’t be one of those ‘forever WIPs’.

How do y’all think that Sakura’s early start on medical ninjutsu will change her future? Do you think it will change it at all? Comment your opinions!

Since I never formally said it, the pairings are as follows: Sasusaku (of course, as it’s my OTP), Mitsu-no one (that boy is NOT up for a relationship, Borusara (I was leaning a bit towards Mitsusara for a hot second there, but Borusara takes the cake), and NaruHina (you probably won’t see Hinata, but the pairing will be heavily implied).

Please read and like and shit. Support is good!

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Behind the Mask [pt 1.]

ALN: This was an idol AU using the two MHA OCs my friend and I have, plus of course another friend’s OC shipped with our favorite icyhot bastard.

Fandom: My Hero Academia x Idol AU

Pairing: OC X OC; mentioned Shouto Todoroki x OC

“That’s a wrap!”

Ran Ringo had never thought she would hear those words after an endless day of shooting for a music video and hours-long photoshoots. The brunette pushed her hair away from her face, exhaling a sigh as she collapsed onto a chair away from the set. She reached for the water bottle sitting on a table beside her, along with a tabloid magazine. Hazel eyes fell on the glossy pages on the bold words on the cover and another irritated sigh left the slender brunette’s lips.

“Rin-chan!” Ringo turned her head at the call of her name, seeing the familiar figure of a pink-haired girl bouncing toward her, and the stoic, dual-haired male following behind her. As soon as the girl threw her arms around the brunette, Ringo let out a soft laugh. “Hi, Kari-chan. Hi, Shouto-kun,” she greeted. “You two are done with your sessions too?”

“Of course we are,” Hikari replied before cerulean eyes fell on the magazine Ringo was just looking at. The pinkeye heaved a sigh, reading the title aloud. “An Idol Love Triangle Between Japan’s Brightest Stars? They came up with something that corny.”

“The tabloids have been running that rumor for weeks. You shouldn’t worry about it too much.” Shouto folded his arms over his chest. While his expression was cool and collected, Ringo could sense the irritation in the young man’s stance over these rumors. It was bad enough the outlets were spinning some scandalous tale that made Shouto out to be a player and Hikari and Ringo were two, blind floozies trying to win his attention.

The trio had known each other forever. Since they were toddlers, their parents had become their “managers”, pushing and pushing the three into talent shows, competitions, photo shoots. The three grew up together, trying to make it, where agencies found the appeal in a trio of teens who were skilled at their crafts. However, it was more than that. Regardless of what their parents tried to do, Ringo, Hikari, and Shouto promised that if an agency wanted any of them, that they would never take a deal without the other two. They were a unit, a package deal; they refused to let fame and fortune get in between their friendship.

However, it did leave for tabloids to try and spin the friendships into something more than what it really was and Ringo was too exhausted for it down to her bones.

Was there any worth in being an idol now? Was glitz and glamour supposed to be her whole world? Ringo loved her friends more than anything, but could she continue this on for longer when people just continued to see through her?

“Rin?” Hikari’s soft voice urged Ringo back from her thoughts, the hazel-eyed girl being attentive now. Those familiar blue eyes were shimmering in concern as the pinkette tilted her head. “Are you okay? You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, the concern even saturating her voice. Even Shouto was looking at her, trying to hide his concern in his eyes. A twinge of guilt ached on Ringo’s heart. The last thing she wanted was her best friends to be worried about her.

So the brunette smiled, getting up from the chair and grabbing Hikari’s hand. “I’m fine. How about we get something to eat, yeah?”

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The halls were swirling about the front cover of the tabloid magazines. It was astounding how often these fans obsessed over the private lives of these idols.

But then, Akatsuki Ryuu was someone who valued privacy among other things.

It was bad enough to see the magazine covers on his way to work; now he has to hear the constant chatter of his colleagues, with them spouting off their opinions about celebrities that didn’t even know they existed, as though their input mattered. In the lives of idols, maybe the general public’s opinions on nonsensical things did matter. Why else did some names fade into obscurity while others remained on the airwaves.

Exhaling a breath, Ryuu leaned back against his chair at his desk, golden eyes narrowed in thought. People weren’t focusing on their work; instead music was blaring in the near-miniscule office space and echoing off the bland, yet pristine walls. Irate, Ryuu turned his attention toward his nearest coworker, who seemed to be dancing in his seat to the beat of the music. “Harima, what the hell are they listening to?” he asked.

Fresh-faced, blonde-haired Harima turned to look at Ryuu with an expression as though the male brunette mortally wounded him. “You really don’t know? You really are out of the loop on HONEYlove, aren’t ya, Akatsuki?” he replied before fishing his pockets for his cellphone. The other man quickly unlocked his phone with several taps of his thumb. “They’re super popular and getting more traction day after day. ‘Course the tabloid thinks there’s some love triangle going on between them since they’re always together even after recording music videos and the leeches got nothing better to do than come up with their own conclusions,” the male chattered away before handing Ryuu his phone. “Take a look.”

With some reluctance, Ryuu took Harima’s phone to scroll through whatever was brought up in regards to the group whose music was currently dominating the airwaves in the office. His thumb flicked against the screen, scrolling and reading through the summarized beginnings of the idol group and its members: Asakura Hikari, Todoroki Shouto, and…

The male brunette paused.

Hazel eyes were looking up at him and despite that it was only an image, there was something about those irises in a still photo. Ran Ringo, the youngest of the group, posed in her individual shot like her group members, with a stoic expression meant to elicit some sort of play on the “bedroom eyes” trope. Her pose seemed simple, yet dripping in sex appeal, with one hand strategically placed so her index finger barely brushed against her lower lip, her other hand planted on her hip, donned with a leather coat, corseted top, a leather mini-skirt, complete with one leg in a fishnet stocking and heeled, knee-high boots. Despite the similar arrangements of her friends to exude some sort of sex appeal, there was something in that girl’s eyes.

Something that screamed that she was being twisted in two directions and drowning. That behind that sexy expression etched on a rather delicate face was someone screaming for help.

I’m reading too much into this, was the immediate thought and Ryuu almost slapped himself for getting distracted, handing Harima back his cellphone. “These kids are popular idols?” he asked offhandedly.

Harima took his phone back with an affronted look. “I dunno, Ryuu. You were staring at my phone pretty hard and by the looks of it, you were staring at the baby of the group. I won’t lie, Ran-san does have that combination of a sweet face that can make sexy expressions. Asakura-chan’s a favorite too, with those curves--I’d figure you’d go for her as an ideal. No wonder people think something is going with them and the third member, Todoroki; how can he choose between those two?”

Why did hearing Harima talk about these girls--more specifically, the youngest one--like they were nothing but objects piss Ryuu off so much? He didn’t care about these celebrities and their seemingly perfect life in the clouds. They had no idea what it was like for the lesser masses that worship the ground they walked, every song they dropped, every photoshoot. Ryuu had to chalk it to chivalry; he was raised to treat everyone, especially women, with respect regardless of their profession. “You don’t know what their lives are like? Maybe they get tired of people objectifying them like they have no feelings,” he muttered. Ironic, given that he made it a whole deal of not giving a damn.

“Then they shouldn’t be idols, my man,” replied Harima with an offhanded shrug. “If they can’t handle their private lives being in the open and their every move on record with paparazzi and their agency, they should quit while they’re ahead.”

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It had been weeks since the photoshoot and Ringo, Hikari, and Shouto discussed the tabloid’s persistent need to create a nonexistent love triangle. Walking through Shibuya, wearing sunglasses and a simple sundress to make at least a feeble attempt to blend in, Ringo needed air. The studio was suffocating, squeezing in on her lungs until she could hardly bring in some air. HONEYlove was apparently going to collab with another group--one full of boys--on an album. Despite the rampant opportunities, Ringo’s chest squeezed tightly. By this point, she only stayed in the idol circuit for her friends; they were her entire world, her family, they were everything to her.

But Ringo wanted normalcy. To not have to watch her figure, have people telling her what to do, arranging her for the consumption of the general public, to keep to a schedule, to not even develop interest in anyone. Every aspect of her life--of her life with Hikari and Shouto--was controlled with precision so that HONEYlove generated positive publicity. This, the life of an idol, was a path chosen for her. She never asked for this life, but it was a condition to stay with her friends, the people she loved most.

Ran Ringo just wanted to live, to one day fall in love, because it was her right and no one else’s.

Huffing, Ringo kept her eyes on the ground, finally free of the heels she constantly had to wear at the agency. It was relief on her feet to have them in comfortable flats to match with her dress. A lot of things could be comfortable if everything wasn’t always about music contracts, awards, airwaves--

A sharp gasp left her lips as Ringo felt herself stumble. Of course, of course, her clumsiness decided to kick in now! Bracing herself for impact with the concrete, Ringo shut her eyes behind her sunglasses--

--But there was no impact. At least, not with concrete…

...It was against something warmer, more firm and Ringo could distinctly hear the clatter of her sunglasses on the ground.

“Are you okay?” A soft, smooth voice asked. It was deep. Definitely a male. Ringo’s eyes cracked open, taking in a tanned arm that was imprinted with...what possible tattoo? It’s covered by his sleeve. Now the red and black sleeve only made her curious to what the image was before Ringo had the necessary focus to lift her gaze.

And her heart absolutely stopped.

Golden eyes clashed with hazel, loose, shaggy locks of brown hair framing a stoic face of the young man she had all but clumsily fallen into his arms. Recognition flickered in those eyes and Ringo mentally slapped herself for getting so momentarily distracted. Her sunglasses had fallen off!

“I know you,” he murmured, angling his head as though making sure he was actually seeing her--

Wait.

Had anyone...stared at her like that?

Ringo blinked, almost disoriented. Those golden eyes were fixated attentively on her, seeing her. Had anyone, besides her friends and group members, ever looked at her like this?

He continued, withdrawing his arms away from her slowly. “You’re…”

“Oh my god, it’s Ran Ringo of HONEYlove!” Ringo heard the shriek from the distance as though it were right at her ear and the slender brunette spun around, shaken at being recognized, but wanting to be able to school her features for the inevitable mob.

A strong grip circled her wrist and Ringo’s attention returned back to the man with those unique eyes. “Come on,” he urged, tugging her by the arm before she realized his aim.

“You’re...you’re helping me?”

“You look like you don’t want to be mobbed. Now come on.”

The man pulled her this time, not giving her a chance to refuse or confirm if she wanted to go with him and yet her body moved, guided by him so that the two wouldn’t be separated, through a crowd of people out on this bright day. Running from fans, this had to be so un-idol-like, but for some reason Ringo didn’t care. Not right now.

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What was he thinking? He was legitimately going to be in social media crosshairs for helping a famous idol run away from her fans? Wasn’t there some kind of protocol that idols follow when a fan recognizes them and calls them out in the middle of the street? What the hell was Ryuu thinking?

Well, one answer to that: not running into Ran Ringo of HONEYlove.

Second answer: not help her run away from fans.

And yet as soon as he saw her eyes in the flesh, he saw the same shimmer of desiring to be free. Of a girl screaming for help but she can’t say the words with her own lips. She seemed to look so perfectly poised and balanced in her still images that Harima had showed him; it was nothing to the girl who stumbled on virtually nothing that he caught before she smashed her face into the sidewalk. As soon as some fan shouted her name, Ryuu saw the panic that grasped at Ringo and before she could settle into public relations mode, he was suddenly urging her to run away with him.

What the hell is wrong with me?

They both slowed into a stop, having zigzagged all through Shibuya, and Ryuu slowly released Ringo’s wrist. He had to apologize; he all but could be labeled a kidnapper for this. “I’m--”

“Thank you.”

Ringo spoke and Ryuu turned carefully to look at her. The famous idol was bowing her head to him, her strands of chocolate hair seeming to shine in the sun. When she righted herself up, those hazel eyes met his and Ryuu’s chest constricted. He shouldn’t be having this reaction to an idol, someone who would forget he was even alive after this moment. What did he care what she would do beyond now? He didn’t care, damn it! He just did what he thought would be helpful!

She was waiting for an answer and Ryuu could only murmur, “You’re welcome.”

“I owe you. For helping me. I can’t really run away from fans and you...didn’t have to help me,” Ringo replied, averting her eyes. “Is there anything I can do? Just name it.”

“You shouldn’t tell people, especially guys, that you’ll do anything to owe them for helping you,” chided Ryuu, mentally asking himself why he would tell an idol this. She was in the entertainment industry, surely she knew there were shady characters there as well. “They could get the wrong idea.”

“Then is coffee fine? There’s a cafe over there. I can buy you coffee,” persisted the female brunette, returning her gaze to him and Ryuu wanted to argue with her. Badly. Especially if this would affect her image in a bad way.

But instead, he found himself answering: “Fine. Coffee, then.”

#part one #behind the mask #idol au #oc x oc #dragonfruit #todoroki x oc #my hero academia x idol au

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