#reopening an old wound

[whump-world]

Indra’s welcome back gift

@badthingshappenbingo​ - Reopening an Old Wound

TW: mention of underage whump, branding whump, permanent body marking, blood, stress position, objectification, gaslighting, muzzles, discussion of character death. 

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Indra can’t say he isn’t nervous when he steps into his father’s secret villain lair. The first time he’d flicked the lights on, he’d been seventeen in pajamas. He hadn’t known he’d find two children chained to the wall with a glass window between them, and realize the smell was indeed blood and not his imagination. He doesn’t remember what he did first. Closed his eyes? Turned the lights off? Fled? Whatever it was, he didn’t let himself look at the horror for more than a second. 

He’s back down here again. This time with his father in tow. His cane accompanies each footstep he takes climbing down the stairs. Indra doesn’t want to reach for the switch he knows is on his right, so he stays right where he is, waiting for his father. The smell is not so bad; perhaps he’d gotten used to the bloodshed to care. 

When the lights switch on, Indra squints, the bright light highlighting every detail he’d missed or forgotten over the years. A hand on his shoulder guides him to the middle of the small room. The three walls have windows, revealing three other sections without any lights. There are no doors, though. 

“Where’s Kiḷi?” he asks. Shit. That was suspicious. He continues. “I’m not here to admire your basement. In fact, I’m already bored.” 

Father clasps his hands behind his back. “Rules first. Playtime later.” 

Indra blinks, his bleached white curls falling over his forehead and brows. He did his best to look nothing like his father, but looking straight at the man in this room, Indra’s sense of self shrinks till he’s seventeen-years-old in an older body. Terrified of his father, and even more terrified of the chance that he would grow up to be the same. 

“Kiḷi has been useful while he lasted,” Sir sighs. “He was about your age when he got here, do you know that?”

I did know that. 

And what did you fucking do about it?

Absolutely nothing. 

“Throwing him away because of one match seems a tad much,” Indra says, sitting on the arm of a chair. The room is bare except for comfortable chairs with leather seats. “He’s still strong.”

“Whether or not that strength belongs to me depends on obedience. That is the first thing I teach them. Obedience, then strength. It cannot be the other way around.” 

Indra cocks his head, acting interested. His father, smart as he is, doesn’t know his son anymore. He’ll keep it that way until he sinks his fangs into Father’s neck. That takes patience. Indra can’t recoil in disgust, or spit in his face. He has to wait in the grass. 

“He is not going anywhere yet,” his father goes on. He’s staring at the window in front of them. “I do not need another like him since you are joining me, but I do have some things to teach you. You will train one when my ashes are in a river.”

“Just say dead.  I will train one when you’re dead.” His father’s laughable and fucking ironic euphemisms aside, (what right does he have to speak in euphemisms, really), Indra’s mind reels on what he’s saying. What happened to his father to become so unflinchingly cruel? He’d go so far as to repay Kiḷi’s loyalty with stony detachment. 

Indra hates Kiḷi’s loyalty, but he hates his father more. After this is all over, his father’s ashes will be dumped in a sewer and Kiḷi? He can go someplace far away from him. 

His father glares at him. “Watch your mouth, son.” 

Don’t call me that.

Indra’s bored look falters. His father stares at him, giving him a look that says if-we-are-doing-this-we-are-doing-this-my-way. Indra huffs and stands up. “Ah, so you expect obedience from me too? Sorry to break your bubble, but that ain’t happening.”

His father looks genuinely hurt. “I let you walk your own path.” 

Yes. After Indra’s mother had pleaded with him to not kill his son. 

“Whatever.” He clears his throat. His mother would be ashamed if she knew where exactly he is standing. The grief is old, and it prickles at the back of his neck like a reminder of what he should be doing instead of protecting his pride. 

His father pushes his glasses back and strides to the wall just to the right of the stairs as if it had all the answers to their father-son issues. He taps his cane on the wall thrice. A square block gives away and holds out a passcode system. Indra frowns when his father presses his thumb to it. He would have thought the old man would be technologically challenged and keep this old-fashioned, but Indra’s luck is not that great. 

“This way.” His father says and marches ahead, despite it being completely dark ahead. Perhaps that’s intentional. 

Indra’s shoulders bump into the walls with even the smallest misstep. With a brush of his fingers, he knows the walls are built on bricks. Not so modern then. He’ll have to explore the innards of the basement more, but he can guess these tunnels had already been there when his newlywed parents moved in. It had been his mother’s family home, but it had been written into his father’s deeds after the marriage. 

They take a few turns until the corridor stops at a door, two torches set alight on either side. The wooden casing held two stalwart doors with a lock in the middle. This time his father has to use a key and jam his shoulder in the right place to make it open. Indra stands back to watch, and perhaps ready to hightail it out of there if this place began to crumble over their heads. 

The tube light inside the room took its time to wake up, and Indra makes a mental note to ask how his father had gotten that done inside these ancient walls infested by rats. It’s definitely easier to think about these things instead of looking at what’s in front of him. 

Kiḷi is kneeling in shards of glass collected into shoe box lids, his blood trickling through the glass and into the cardboard. The wound Thumla gave him on his thigh is wrapped up in gauze, but not with the same care to detail as Indra’s medic. A horizontal pole hangs behind him, a little above his head, and his elbows are tied to it with zip ties. There’s something strapped around his nape that comes to full view when his father orders him to look up. 

It’s a muzzle. 

Indra supposes he should be happy there’ll be no more snarky comebacks from Kiḷi. Ever since he came back, if he isn’t fighting to gain his father’s trust, he’s been battling Kiḷi. The leather straps of the muzzles run over the bridge of his nose and under his jaw, then fastened to the back of his neck. And it’s strapped on so tight it’s uncomfortable to look at. 

His father uses his cane to push Kiḷi’s chest back, forcing him to straighten his slumped posture. He winces, shoulders twitching. Glasses crunch as he shifts. He’s looking at Father. 

He’ll never admit it, but Indra too would feel powerful if someone looked at him like that. 

Kiḷi shivers as Father unties the muzzle. Father doesn’t notice. He’s busy speaking in soliloquies as usual. “This was for giving away the fight. Medical supplies were wasted on him. Time cleaning that up was wasted. Punishments are a necessary evil.” 

“S-sir-” Kiḷi mumbles, lips barely moving as he looks up at him. “Thuml-eh?”

Indra realizes it’s not speech or fear affecting his speech. He literally can’t move his jaw even with the muzzle off. Indra looks around the room. There’s a table with straps, a chest and a whipping post. Normal furniture was to the bare minimum: only a chair. 

“She’s not here,” his father tells Kiḷi. “You know that.” 

Indra’s brows lift at that, attention effectively caught. Thumla’s body was incinerated in front of his very own eyes. Even if that information wasn’t available to Kiḷi, he saw Thumla bleed out. He couldn’t possibly think…

“How many times do you have to go through it to understand? She left.” His father uses his cane to kneel one leg, his brows scrunched and tone apologetic. Father doesn’t do emotions. He doesn’t do anything that isn’t logical. “I’m sorry, Kiḷi.” 

Kiḷi’s teary eyes move to Indra, then around the room, as if Thumla would emerge from the shadows to dispute this. Alas, this could never happen. His head drops on Father’s chest, bitten off sobs soothed by the hand stroking his nape. 

Indra watches the intimate moment with a growing rage. Not for Kiḷi, but towards his father. In his opinion, Kiḷi is the most gullible person on the planet and that’s not Indra’s fault. 

“She-She wouldn’t leave me. She said-” 

Not so pitiful then, Indra thinks. 

“You don’t deserve to be left behind,” his father croons, and its hair-raising in its contrast to the words he said outside. “She’s far away now, back to her new family. Come, don’t cry, my boy. You still have me.” 

“No, no, no,” Kiḷi whispers. 

“She injured you,” he says, squeezing Kiḷi’s injured thigh. He hushes his strangled scream. Father turns to Indra and gestures to the lever on his left. “Lift him up, please. Hush my Kiḷi. You’ve forgotten who you belong to. Do you want to stay with me or not?” 

“Yes, Sir. P-please, Sir. Don’t make me go.” 

That’s the most he’s spoken all this time. Indra scowls, pushing down the lever. The chains on the horizontal pole shorten, taking Kiḷi up with them. There’s a nauseating, squelching sound that comes from the glasses littered at his knees. Kiḷi gasps. He struggles to balance on his tiptoes, knees still bent. 

“Thank you, Indra. Come here, I want to give you something important.” 

Indra walks over, pursing his lips at the ring his father pulls out of his pocket. A family heirloom, one Indra is yet to receive. His father then points to Kiḷi’s body. Indra’s heart skips a beat. Just below his navel, on the right, the ring’s emblem has been seared. It’s much larger, light pink scars creasing details like the mane and eyes. Indra’s hands reach out and touch the edges. His father nods in approval. 

Kiḷi twitches away once, but under Father’s glare, he bows his head at Indra. “Yours,” he mumbles. His breathing stutters; Indra thinks it’s due to his touch (an act of interest he had to maintain for his father) but he is soon disillusioned when his father comes up behind him. When did he get up? 

Kiḷi’s body, which had been trembling from holding position, starts to outright shake at the sight of the red branding iron in Father’s hand instead of the cane. “Not again. Not- not again. Sir-”

“Don’t cry,” he says, handing the tool to his son. His gray hairs shine a dark red. “This is just a reminder of who you belong to.”

“No- wait, I wasn’t trying to run away.” 

His father laughs, lightly punching Indra’s shoulder. “He always had an imagination on him. And was never shy to speak them,” He flicked Kiḷi’s lips. “I know you didn’t try. However, you wanted to. Yes?” 

Kiḷi shakes his head, inching away from Indra and the branding iron. His torso curves inwards in a pitiful attempt to hide the emblem on his skin. 

Smack! The sound catches Indra off-guard. His father had slapped Kiḷi. It couldn’t be more painful than kneeling on glass (Indra assumes- he’s never had to do it himself) but Kiḷi’s face crumbles. His eyes are bubbling tears as the muzzle is put back on. 

His father wipes his hands on a handkerchief before stepping back. “Once you do this,” he tells Indra, “he’s yours too. Consider it my welcome back gift.” 

Indra grins, his grip clammy on the rod. “Making me do all the work on the first day? That’s not a gift, that’s labor.” 

“If you don’t want to get it done over here,” he then taps over Kiḷi’s heart, “this will be a suitable position.”  

Kiḷi whines, shuddering under their thoughtful stares. When Indra sets the branding iron over the same burns he’d gotten years ago, he hits his head on the pole he’s tied to again and again. Swollen and wet, his eyes are closed. 

Indra takes a deep breath. 

“Son?” 

Indra mutters “shut up” and shoves him aside. He recollects his courage again, all the while pretending to find the right stance so the symbol overlaps perfectly over the old wound. The mental countdown from five to one is cut short when his father clasps his hand on the rod and pushes it forward. 

Kiḷi screams through the muzzle. 

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#bad things happen bingo #Reopening an Old Wound #Kiḷi whump #soldier whump #whump community #whump writing #whump series #whump blog #stress position #branding whump #gaslighting #whump

[ganondoodle]

watching a video of someone playing an older game (not even THAT old) and constantly having to hear them go 'omg can you imagine how much more pretty and good this would be if it ran at 60+ fps with highest end graphics of the current modern games and in 4k???' over and over while also commenting on some graphics looking slightly muddy and how ugly and shitty 30 fps is

and i just cant help but get incredibly annoyed at that, cant you just appreciate the game for what it is?? the constant focus on smoother everything and graphics so detailed it looks faker than the real world is such a limited view on games- more polygons and higher res textures doesnt equal better ffs

i, and i might out myself with an unpoluar opinion here, but remakes are in my opinion often rather unecessary, just rerelease the old game, just make it avaible for people, officially, you dont have to reprogramm the entire thing!! maybe upscale it a little so it doesnt get stretched into a blurry mess if possible but even that i will work with no problem!! there are cases where its pretty much an entirely different game (FF7?) and i get seeing one of your fav old games get some new paint can be really cool, not arguing against that- what i dont like is that those remakes replace the original as that isnt made avaible, only the new version- like i wish i could play windwaker on my switch, but i cant stand the "HD" remake of it and i know if it ever were to get ported it will only be that version like the original doesnt exist anymore and my earlier point that many people consider more fps, more polygons, more resolution as automatically better

i dont need games to be running at 60+ fps, 30 is enough, sure id like it to run smoothly on that without huge drops, but when its stable 30, why would i need more? more often than not i prefer simplified graphics bc they often focus on the most important parts of what they are trying to achieve or work with an interesting style to compensate and i LOVE THAT, also id like to not have to download 100+ GB even when i would turn it on its lowest settings anyway, save me the space- and that is if i even got hardware that can run it at all, my computer struggles with slime rancher and i dont have the funds to buy the newest consoles nor computers

im not against remakes per se, but the fact that the old will more often than not disappear entirely and remain unavaible forever and that higher end graphics are automatically seen as better drives me nuts

#ganondoodles talks #random #sorry i got annoyed #was listening to jacks bloodborne playthrough and he kept going on about making it higher res and it reopened my old wound of #more details dont automatically means better #and how unavaible the original versions are #and how they bascially stop existing once a remake exists #just give me the option pls #its ok to like remakes but pls ... i want the option #bc rn i really just have to hope my gamecube and ww disc keep on working #and my TV too bc its the last of its kind that still got a scart connection #and once any of that breaks i got only emulation as a way to play it #and given how nintendo has destroyed botw emulation i suspect that wont be an option for long either #and that is just ONE game

[clandestinegardenias]

@sunlaire and I were talking about how different Fitzjames' and Crozier's interpretations of their genre are for the first half of The Terror and I boiled it down to this:

Fitzjames: this is great, i'm getting a good grade in arctic expedition captain, a thing that is both normal to want and possible to acheive,

Crozier: i think the BEAR is eating our men's SOULS

#fitzjames: I am in a maritime capital-R Romance and I am going to be the hero of this story and will finally get the adulation i crave #also maybe that hot angry old man will stick his finger in my recently reopened bullet wound or something #crozier: something is wrong. i just awoke drenched in sweat from a dream where the ice told me it wants to eat my heart. #the terror

[crowtrobotx]

I don’t really know who all is still around from the early days/peak of RE8’s popularity but there was some truly unhinged and outrageous discourse that I’m glad to be mostly rid of but I will NEVER recover from or forgive that one mod that was going around for a while where they shaved Heisenberg’s beard and gave him a short frat boy haircut. Actual jumpscare. You give that man back his horrible gas station dumpster raccoon vibes right now.

#sorry if I’m reopening an old wound for any of you lol sometimes I just remember my time in the trenches and I’m like. #did that really happen. pls say sike. #karl heisenberg

[kays-artstuff]

Do the friends ever learn about Clover in "Lucky" Clover?

me answering that is a biiiiit spolier-ey but what I can say is that clover has a lot of issues to work out and guilt from leaving their friends to sacrifice their soul.

plus i like to think (based on my interpretation of clovers backstory) that they're a very emotionally mature child and shoulders burdens they really shouldn't at their age

#“Lucky” Clover Au #art #clover uty #uty #most people don't come back from knowing they're gonna die okay #especially children #(headsup clover is like 12 in this au) #and probably doesn't feel like it's fair to hurt the others by possibly reopening old wounds #don't worry i technically have a plan in store for that story-wise #asks

[just-a-little-hater]

most anime: animation generally gets better with later seasons as it gains popularity and get more funding and the studios can pay more animators

jojo: yeah honestly idk where this one went wrong

#ofc I don't want to hate on the artists working on the newer seasons and this is just my personal opinion #but I was looking at some phantom blood screenshots and remembered how disappointed I was when I first saw the animation in stone ocean #and I just really don't know what happened it is so much worse especially in the last batch of episodes #like sure phantom blood had some rough frames but come on gray silhouette for background characters? #and the characters were often so off model #it all went downhill from the floating pattern on bucciarati's suit #honestly idk what brought this rant an old wound has suddenly reopened I guess #jojo #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure

[echoesofcamelot]

If I had a nickel for every time a dark-haired sorcerer (and beloved character of mine) ends up condemned to live a lonely immortal life separated from their other half, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.

#can you believe it happened to me again??? #I think I’ve had enough #the loki finale has reopened old wounds #merlin #merthur #loki #lokius #loki spoilers

[warpedlegacywrites]

Chapter 19: Crescendo

Cullen struggles to cope as it feels like everything is unraveling around him.

Cullen isn’t sure which is worse, the waking or the dreaming. Both bring pain and sorrow in different forms. His dreams are devoted to wounds of the past, while the waking world is filled with the emptiness of the present. And the future… He can no longer imagine a future.  He is no stranger to grief. But in all those losses, the pain was in the absence. In the missing pieces. The silence that replaces their habitual humming, the empty spaces where they used to sit. Eyes that still seek them out when he enters a room.  Perhaps that’s why it took him so long to fully process his own parents’ deaths. That was a loss he’d already mourned years ago. He remembers Tess saying something similar when learning that her own father and brother were killed at the Conclave.  But how do you mourn the loss of what you never had? 

DAFF Tag List: @rakshadow, @rosella-writes, @effelants, @bluewren, @breninarthur, @ar-lath-ma-cully, @dreadfutures, @ir0n-angel, @inquisimer, @crackinglamb, @theluckywizard, @nirikeehan, @oxygenforthewicked, @exalted-dawn-drabbles, @melisusthewee, @blarrghe, @agentkatie, @delicatefade, @leggywillow, @about2dance, @plisuu

#my writing #while time remains #the black city #theresa trevelyan #cullen rutherford #cullen x trevelyan #theresa x cullen #grief #trauma #ptsd #self loathing #templars vs mages #old wounds being reopened #this one hits hard fair warning

[chrollosnenfish]

I’m just here to say

that I absolutely love Reo🥰

I know it’s been a while since the anime came out, but remembering the amount of Reo hate I saw from anime-onlies made me want to post this.

I feel like Reo was so misunderstood as a character. I saw a comment under something (I don’t remember if it was YouTube or tumblr) but someone was talking about how Reo was manipulative, possessive and not even that good of a football player, which really got on my nerves.

People tend to forget that:

He (among the stratum that Isagi was in) scored the 2nd most amount of goals (2nd only to Nagi)

He was the 10th person to clear the first stage of the second selection, while a lot of the players that we know and love were around the 15-50 range

He learned football 6 months ago, he is literally just as much of a prodigy as Nagi (just in a different way)

And about the Reo is possessive nonsense, just read Episode Nagi. I love that Episode Nagi gives the readers much more of an insight into Reo’s character and his relationship with Nagi. His anger at Nagi leaving him was definitely valid because Reo told Nagi (I forgot which chapter it was in) that he would never leave him, and then Nagi goes on and abandons him instead, without properly explaining to him why he was leaving. Though afterwards, we see that Reo was still happy for him that he was finding a place in this world, but he couldn’t express his feelings properly (they both have communication issues, but Nagi’s are a little bit worse, which makes sense since he’s only talked to Choki like his entire life).

Don’t even get me started on the people who blame only Reo for taking Nagi back in the NEL. Yes, I would rather Reo have not taken Nagi back like that, but what did you expect him to do (ngl if I was Reo I’d fold too).

Btw, no hate towards anyone, if you dislike Reo, that’s fine, but I just don’t like it when people misunderstand his character. He’s a really well-written character and I just want more people to realise it.

Also, who’s ready for the next Ep Nagi chapter🤩🤩🤩 (not me 🫠)

#Episode Nagi #Bllk #blue lock #Reo mikage #Mikage Reo #Nagi Seishiro #Nagi #Reo #Seeing people react to Blue Lock episodes with Reo in them is like reopening an old wound #Too many people undervalued him just because Nagi overshadowed him in a lot of things #I’m a Reo supremicist and will forever be a Reo supremicist #He’s just such a good character #I love him #And no hate to Nagi or anything I love him too #I’d just like it if he actually said what he was thinking all the time

[dreemurr-skelememer]

I can’t typically stand too much of canon Dreamtale drama/Joku drama, but here! Have a nice break from it with some cute ducks

thank you i needed this myself........................

#shandycandy278 #like reopening old wounds #but the wound is dreamtale so i have to do that almost Every Day

[orgasming-caterpillar]

Mother, I do not think I hate you, but loving you has never hurted more

#BRUH #THIS OLD JOURNAL REOPENING OLD WOUNDS #mommy issues

[flowerjam]

she cheated on me...

5 years she told me she loved me and wanted to marry me and she cheated on me

#just found out #we broke up months ago #but this reopened some old wounds

[alsoyooraiyah]

but what if dola landed in his care at a way younger age

#i think she’d be happier actually #been thinking about this lately >.> no idea how she’d end up in his care instead of like #someone in mond / taken in by crepus trying to do his late besties a solid #but like. maybe it somehow happens and wrio probs gets a bunch of old wounds reopened in the process and all #and then like just the struggle of #uncle wrio getting a kid who grew up living as a noble and not really knowing what to do #its fun to think about!

[steppesliver]

#true detective #now that i am thinking about it justice for 2002 cohle in that poll hes so fucking good in this era #beefing with marty like theres no tomorrow and reopening old wounds he is so me

[rodpower78]

*A flashback of Negan beating Glenn to death is shown*

Me:

#glenn rhee #negan smith #twd dead city #the walking dead: dead city #amc #flashback #they didn't have to do that #reopening old wounds

[sakurasfallingstar]

The Sky, the Land, the Sea, and the Cherry Tree

So this was just a weird plot bunny I've had involving Kingdom Hearts and Sakura Haruno. It probably won't go anywhere else from here, but if anyone wants to use the idea, they can. Just please give me credit.

Also, this was written on my phone late at night, and obviously, writers can't catch all their own mistakes.

Anyways, enjoy.

Kaguya felt the burning rage consumed her very being as these two boys, who where the recarnation of her sons seal her away. She wanted revenge.

Then she felt it.

The door had opened opened, just ever so slightly. She could feel the energy of the worlds seep out from behind it. The world's that were never ment to connect to this one.

She smiled wickedly. She had a the perfect thought that would make this team suffer.

Kaguya allowed her hair to extend and wrap around the the girl.  She had flung her through the opening and watched as door closed as she was sealed away. The screams of the girl's name leaving her teammates lips, brought Kaguya great comfort.

Sakura bearly had enough chakra to one last healing, but nothing more than that. She along with her teammate had let their guards down. Watching as Kaguya was sealed. She even saw Naruto fling black Zetsu to be sealed along with his mother. If only they had known what she would do.

The moment Sakura felt the hair wrap around her she tried to struggle. She even reached out for her sensei for help, but was only able to brush her fingertips against his. She heard him call out for her. Watched as her two other teammates, looked at her. Their eyes shocked with not just worry, but what seemed like helplessness.

"SAKURA," they shouted, together.

Oh, how she once dreamed of them calling her name. However unlike those dreams, it did not sound warm, or happy. It sounded like a plea for her life.

Despite moving at such a fast speed everything around me seemed like it was all in slow motivation. I watched as they grew smaller the further I got.

My eyes grew heavy, after feeling like I was flung threw an invisible force. The force had stretched before tearing. Then I saw the door.

'It closing,' my subconscious, told me as the world around was enveloped in darkness.

The last thing I could feel was my body being submerged into water.

Sora and Riku were at it again, and Kairi was waiting for them at the end point. Most days it was fun to watch, exciting even. Today, however, was different.

From where she stood, she caught a speck of pink from the corner of her eye. She began to walk toward it, and when she saw that it was a person she ran towards them.

Kneeling down toward the girl, she noted that she was breathing, but unconscious. the girl couldn't be any older than 12, yet it looks as if she had been through a lot.

The pink haired girl's clothes were worn, burned and missing it's right sleeve. Not to mention the minor bruises, and the hole that Kairi was sure if she flipped the girl over she'd find an identical one on the other side.

"Riku, can't you just hold back a little for once?"

"Now that wouldn't really do you any good. If you want to beat me then you just have to keep getting better."

Hearing her two boys' voices she called out to them for help.

It was Riku who picked her up, and it was Sora who suggested she stay over his place. His mother was the island's healer in an unofficial way, so yeah.

His mother didn't ask many questions, just hurriedly guided them to the extra room. Riku laid her down of the soft bed. They watched as Sora's mom cover the girl up with a white sheet. The woman even opened the window's blinds slightly to let some light in.

When Sora's mom left, it was quiet between them. They could only stare at the sleeping girl, as the ceiling fan provided a light hum in the background.

In a way it similar to how they first met Kairi.

A girl who they never seen before, washes up on the island. They have no idea where she could have come from. The only thing it brought to the islanders was that thought that there might be more beyond the island. Now the only thing with this girl is that she, unlike Kairi, may have some recollection of where she came from.

It took three days for the pink haired girl to wake up.

Sora was in the room just taking away, to keep her company, when she opened her eyes.

Of course he and his friends have been visiting. Not only were they curious of the girl, but they also didn't want her to feel lonely. They knew she didn't have anybody to make sure she was ok or visit, so they took it upon themselves.

Only they didn't expect how she would react when she woke up.

When I opened my eyes, I knew I was in unfamiliar territory with an unfamiliar person. I shot out of bed taking a defensive stance.

The boy before me was shocked by my sudden movements. I fact he had even fell out of his chair. I watched as he stood slowly, careful not to make sudden movements. His rose his hand, keeping his palms open, as to show he ment no harm.

"Hi. It's nice that tour awake now. My friends and I found you washed up on shore," he paused, before continuing, "We brought you to my home so my mom can look after you. She's pretty much the island's unofficial doctor. Speaking of which, I think I should tell her your awake. She probably has some questions for you to answer, and some move things to check. I'll call for her from here. She's downstairs, so she shouldn't have a problem hearing me. I can see you're a little on edge so I'll stay here so you can watch me. I promise i am not here to hurt you."

I watched as he called for his mother. I even channeled chakra to my ears to listen for reinforcements just in case.  However, true to his word it was just his mother who entered.

Slightly letting my guard down I answered all medical related questions. I still had know idea if they were friend or foe, but I wasn't going to risk it.

When she and the boy left, I could hear the his excited chatter.

"I can't wait to tell Kairi and Riku she's awake. I'm sure they'll be so excited to meet her! In fact, I should go get them right now," he said, excitedly.

However, his mother stopped him in his tracks when she spoke, "Sora, perhaps you should hold off. She just woke up, and based on her physical conditions; she must have been through a lot. Give her time."

"Ok mom."

I listened to their steps as they walked away. Once they where far enough, I checked over myself, with my chakra. I noted the bruises, and the slight scaring but nothing too serious to waste my chakra on.

With a sigh, I removed the white sheet. Bringing my legs over the beds ledge, however I could quite touch the floor. They just hung there. In fact my feet haven't hung like this since I was in the academy. Panic was staring to bubble within me.

Hurriedly, I made my way to the connected bathroom. What I saw in the mirror, cause me to almost loose my cool.

There before me stood, a girl who I have long out grown. She stared back at me with wide emerald eyes, and tousled pink hair. The baby fat still being out grown, and the purple diamond faded but still there.

My hand reached out and presses against the cool glass.

This couldn't be happening. After the fight, I knew something must have happened. Especially after being flung, but for my body to regress back into my twelve year old state seemed unlikely. Yet, my reflection proves otherwise.

Backing away, my back was pressed against the wall. I felt like I couldn't breathe, my heart rate accelerated. I even saw my hands tremble as I brought them up to run through my hair.

I was having panic attack. 

I slid down to the floor, the wall being my only real support to stay somewhat upright.

"I need to calm myself," I said, to myself.

I looked around the bath room and tried to find something to refocus on. There was nothing that caught my attention. Next best thing to do is to take deep breaths and count.

Breath in.

'One.'

Exhale.

Breath in.

'Two'

Exhale.

Breath in.

'Three.'

Exhale.

On and on that cycle went, until I could finally feel in control.

How long I sat on the bathroom floor for, I don't know. All I knew is I was twelve again, on an unknown island, I just had a panic attack, and I was so fucking hungry.

Seeking out wasn't an issue, but being hungry can be slightly distracting. Which would explains why the brunette boy, startled me as I raided his fridge.

Rude, I know, but cut me some slack. I fought a war, got stabbed, saved countless of lives, pumped my best friends hear manulally, punch a goddess, got transported to who knows where, and was age reduced to be a preteen. I think food being the only thing on my right now is considerably reasonable.

"You know, if you were hungry, you could've just told us," he said, with a teasing grin.

For a moment, I saw Naruto instead of him.

Looking down, I mumbled, "I didn't want to be a bother."

"You'll never be a bother here. How about we get you some warm food, and talk a bit. You know, get to know eachother."

Perhaps it was the fact that I was hungry, that he had a familiar aura, or that I didn't want to be alone; either way I took him up on his offer.

It would be from this moment on that the strings of fate would intertwine Sakura to not just Sora's soul but to his friends as well. This is where her true journey begins.

#sakura haruno #haruno sakura #sakura haruno crossover #Kingdom Hearts x Naruto #just a plot bunny #naruto crossover #if you don't like it dont read it #sakura x sora #sakura x riku #Sakura x kairi #could totally be Sakura x Kairi if you want #for the most part pairings are undecided #sora x sakura x kairi x riku friendship #at least in the beginning #oof imagine the riku reopening Sakuta's old wounds when he joins the darkside #like the flash back to sasuke #then remembering everything she and her team had to go through to get him back #like that's a whole can of worms that probably should have stayed shut #she would probably feel like being friends with her is a curse #that eventually someone in her friend group will always betray them andhurt them #i mean it's happenes twice now #who's to say ot won't happen again? #i should stop now... #this is getting to long