Dreaming of Sunshine Drabble
Mar. 21st, 2019 07:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
memadigaHi! This is my first post on DW so forgive any mistake please, and feel free to suggest any edits to the post to make it more legible or searchable or any -able you think it could use.
This is just a quick Drabble I wrote on my phone while at work today. It’s based off an au of an au of a au.... I think that’s the right amount recursive links. Inspired By the naruto fanfic Dreaming of Sunshine by Silver Queen and the recursive stories based upon it known as Gardens Verse started by wafflate.
Gardens verse post split
Shikaku’s POV from the Dark Fire Verse
It had been 16 months and Shikaku still wasn’t over it. To be frank he didn’t think he’d ever be over it. How do you get over meeting a potential future version of your daughter? A daughter you had to bury twice already. How many times was Shikaku going to have to wrestle with the ghosts of all his mistakes? Mistakes that only hurt his family. How many times would he think “this is it this is as old as she’ll ever be. I’ll never know what she will look like as a teenager, as a woman, as a genin, as a jounin.”? How many times would he be wrong?
How many times would he have to walk into his house and tell his wife that they lost Shikako-Chan? How many times would he have to tell his son that he had lost the chance to meet his sister....
It has been 16 months since he looked into a mirror image of his wife’s face and watched her cough from the chakra in the air; unable to help. Like always, unable to help.
16 months since his daughters friend had shown him that he had been working for Danzo the entire time. That he had helped the man that stole his daughter and broke his family. Shikaku has never been tempted to fall into the black before. But these were the worst months of his life and not feeling anything had to be better than feeling like this. How many times can a man make the same mistake?
There wasn’t time for guilt at first. He had to rescue the familiar stranger with his daughters cough and his wife’s face. Had to save some other shikaku’s Shikako. So some other shikaku wouldn’t have to bury a daughter without a body grieve. He had to cover up her escape. He had to plan how to break Danzo’s influence off of every other idiot in the village that had had contact with Danzo. He had to palm how to... he had to plan.... he had to....
He had to keep going. He had a son that still needed him. Teammates that needed him. A village that needed him. He had a lot he needed to do the last 16 months. But all he wanted was one chance to hug his daughter. To tell her how proud he was of every choice she made in every reality.
Miles away Shikako sat up with a gasp among the grass and trees of The Garden. Maybe she was the lucky split that made it back home... there was only way to tell.
This is just a quick Drabble I wrote on my phone while at work today. It’s based off an au of an au of a au.... I think that’s the right amount recursive links. Inspired By the naruto fanfic Dreaming of Sunshine by Silver Queen and the recursive stories based upon it known as Gardens Verse started by wafflate.
Gardens verse post split
Shikaku’s POV from the Dark Fire Verse
It had been 16 months and Shikaku still wasn’t over it. To be frank he didn’t think he’d ever be over it. How do you get over meeting a potential future version of your daughter? A daughter you had to bury twice already. How many times was Shikaku going to have to wrestle with the ghosts of all his mistakes? Mistakes that only hurt his family. How many times would he think “this is it this is as old as she’ll ever be. I’ll never know what she will look like as a teenager, as a woman, as a genin, as a jounin.”? How many times would he be wrong?
How many times would he have to walk into his house and tell his wife that they lost Shikako-Chan? How many times would he have to tell his son that he had lost the chance to meet his sister....
It has been 16 months since he looked into a mirror image of his wife’s face and watched her cough from the chakra in the air; unable to help. Like always, unable to help.
16 months since his daughters friend had shown him that he had been working for Danzo the entire time. That he had helped the man that stole his daughter and broke his family. Shikaku has never been tempted to fall into the black before. But these were the worst months of his life and not feeling anything had to be better than feeling like this. How many times can a man make the same mistake?
There wasn’t time for guilt at first. He had to rescue the familiar stranger with his daughters cough and his wife’s face. Had to save some other shikaku’s Shikako. So some other shikaku wouldn’t have to bury a daughter without a body grieve. He had to cover up her escape. He had to plan how to break Danzo’s influence off of every other idiot in the village that had had contact with Danzo. He had to palm how to... he had to plan.... he had to....
He had to keep going. He had a son that still needed him. Teammates that needed him. A village that needed him. He had a lot he needed to do the last 16 months. But all he wanted was one chance to hug his daughter. To tell her how proud he was of every choice she made in every reality.
Miles away Shikako sat up with a gasp among the grass and trees of The Garden. Maybe she was the lucky split that made it back home... there was only way to tell.
