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im gonna need people to stop comparing funnybunny to sahejul, like please. I know that they have a circus in common but sahejul is worlds away with better writing & far different dynamics to funnybunny
So after waking up way too early and being stuck at work for ages I had a realisation about Rukia’s wedding veil. Also before I get into it this is insane and I’m 99% sure this is not what was intended but the fact that there’s only a couple leaps in logic to make it make sense made it feel worth bringing up.
So I’ve discussed Rukia’s veil previously in this post here. However in that post because of the translation I read and the art I’d seen I assumed that Rukia’s veil was a western style one and I focused on that and ignored the possibility of it being a Wataboshi rather definitively.
💬 6 🔁 8 ❤️ 35 · So just expanding on this because I got asked on Twitter and thought I’d include it here, the wedding veil is strange beca
However I have had the realisation that if it was intended to be a wataboshi or even if it was being treated with the meaning a wataboshi is over a western veil that makes everything more insane. Because in my reasonable level of research into Japanese wedding traditions the wataboshi is generally left as the pure white as it represents the wife’s purity and such, that being said it isn’t forbidden or anything to decorate it the way Rukia’s is in WDKALY.
However the kicker to this is what is used to decorate the veil. the designs of strawberry flowers are embroidered onto the veil and this is interesting because A. Ichigo is the character associated with strawberries and B. The wataboshi is no longer pure white, it’s “dirtied” by the strawberry flowers. Now this is wild because this could be taken to mean that just like her wataboshi’s purity is defiled by strawberries, so is Rukia’s defiled by Ichigo and what do flowers often represent? Life.
Yes that’s exactly what I’m saying. Rukia’s veil implies that Ichika is Ichigo’s. Now while timelines are tricky between TYBW and the epilogue because of a lack of concrete points and Kubo saying contradictory things, we know that there’s 10 years and WDKALY is about 3 years into that. Adding to that we know that Ichigo isn’t seeing anyone until after the wedding and possibly even later depending on where his overseas university lines up (I think it’s possible for him not to start dating until year 5) and we only know that Ichika is younger than 7 in the epilogue because of when WDKALY is. So it’s not like Ichigo would be cheating for this to be true, and if Rukia’s relationship moved as fast as Ichigo’s relationship does later on, there’s a lot of wiggle room for Ichigo to operate and have potentially gotten busy with Rukia once or twice. Because we know that Rukia isn’t dating her husband in TYBW and knowing Rukia she’d put anything like dating off until repairs were well underway so we’re looking at probably 1-2 years for that and most probably one year of dating pre wedding.
Now you may be thinking ‘wait that also matches why Rukia barely says a word to Ichigo at the wedding and gets Orihime to pass on the invite Rukia knows she’s pregnant and can’t tell him because she’s hiding it so he doesn’t feel ‘trapped’ with her in soul society instead of the living world. That’s super in character for her’ and yeah I’d agree with all that.
But then you may also be thinking but ‘wait Ichika gets way more from her dad than her mum,’ in which case possibly not! Now yes the crimson hair is a biggy but other than that there isn’t much Renji in her, like she’s got a much rounder face and eyes making her look more like her mother and the eye colour and hair texture could just as easily come from Ichigo as Renji. For example if you look at Ichigo’s hair colour compared to his mother it’s much brighter, something that might’ve repeated with Ichika’s hair giving her a similarly different colour. Also there’s the whole name thing. Like Ichi-ka Ichi-go… like it’s different kanji from what I understand but still. That’s the sort of thing you pull out as a flimsy defence.
Is there anywhere in particular I was going with this? Yes I just wanted to illustrate once more just how insane the stupid fucking veil is. Like seriously what the fuck? It’s like the only time Rukia liking strawberry flowers is ever mentioned and one of the main characters is consistently referred to as strawberry especially in relation to Rukia as Death. Just fucking wild.
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Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial using the prompt FFF328 ~ A house on the hill. This is not a horror story but something else. It is going to be a part of this fanfic that I am working on.
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Fandom: Kamonohashi Ron no kindan suiri
Characters: Totomaru Isshiki, Kawasemi Omito, Ron Kamonohashi, another character
Word count: 1096
TOTO found himself standing in front of a luxurious hotel in Nagoya. It stood next to the moat of the famous castle.
Two days before his arrival in Aichi to assist Kawasemi, he received a mysterious letter from his postbox. Inside the envelope was a haiku written on a scented paper, the address of the hotel, and a keycard.
To uncover secrets:
climb the twin
house on the hill
He googled the hotel and the answer pointed at Nagoya Castle in Aichi that shared the same name of the now ruins of the Hizen Nagoya Castle in Kyushu, which used to be on the top of the hill. He was still unsure how the sender knew that he was going to Aichi.
With regrets, Toto had to turn down Kawasemi’s offer for a night-out after assisting him. The Aichi police officer personally asked for him, in which Amamiya readily obliged.
“If you don’t have a need for Totomaru Isshiki, may I ask if you could please send him here.”
This time Toto didn’t get upset like the first time Amamiya decided to turn him over to Kawasemi. It was always good to see his senior again. Yet, this time he could not fully enjoy working with him as his mind was constantly shifting to the letter he received.
“Bad timing, huh?”
Not really.
Toto didn’t have to weave a story as he had a sudden allergic attack after they unexpectedly went to the woods. The sneezing started, his nose ran, and there were red patches on his neck and face.
“I would have loved to catch up, Kawasemi-san. Unfortunately, my swollen eyes...” Toto replied. His body rocked when he sneezed.
He took a medication though so he knew that he’d be all right in a couple of hours.
“The last time you and Kamonohashi-san were here you sped up to the train station to return to Tokyo. We barely talk after that.” The older police officer said. Toto noticed that he was clingier this time.
“Perhaps, some other time.”
It was also luck that Ron didn’t insist on coming with him after he told him to stay put as it was mostly administrative work. Well, sort of. It involved running after the suspects too toward the forest.
“Do you have a place to stay?”
“Mm-mm,” Toto said, his right hand on his pocket holding the letter inside it.
After they parted ways, his phone rang.
Ron.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“You are croaky, Toto, are you okay?”
“I am fine I need to stay here overnight though. My allergies…” He sneezed for a good measure.
“Yeah, I can hear.”
“It is usually not this strong, but I have it from time to time.”
“Should I pick you up?”
“I am all right. I took my meds though so I am going to be fine.”
“Just… uhm, call me if you need anything or change your mind.”
“Sure. Thanks, Ron.”
As soon as Toto heard the busy sound from the other end of the line, he headed toward the hotel. There was no time stated on the letter. Despite the heaviness he felt, the need to find the culprit overpowered him. There was one person who would use this kind of communication just to rattle him. But you’d never know these days.
As a police officer, he should be wary entering an unfamiliar room when he didn’t have a reconnaissance gear with him. His hands did not shake but the beads of sweat on his forehead started to build up. He noticed that the growing anticipation put a stop to his allergic attack. He had not sneezed ever since stepping into the hotel’s lobby.
After pressing the keycard on the automatic lock, he heard the click. He slowly opened the door. The room was breathtaking. On the ceiling was a huge intricate lacquered artwork that consisted of a dragon and his claws in supine.
“You look awful, Toto!” Said the voice, followed by a giggle.
Toto knew that voice. The voice that could be his own. It had been months since he last saw him.
“Eli!” The adopted second son of the Moriartys and Toto’s twin brother.
He grabbed Toto by the neck and hugged him, and then he began to pat his shoulders.
“Aren’t you happy to see your brother again?”
Eli looked at Toto. The same face and built. Even the timbre of their voices. The only difference lay on the prescription glasses Eli was wearing.
“Why?”
“Why what?” Eli furrowed his brows.
“Why are you here?”
“I want to see you again. We haven’t talked much after Grandma died.”
“Yeah…” Toto walked to the nearby settee and lay down. Grateful that a box of tissues was close, he took one and blew his nose. He then closed his eyes. The medication seemed to be working albeit slowly.
“I realised that you haven’t registered her as deceased.”
“No one knows that she’s dead but the two of us, which I must say that I appreciated of what you did by the way. Her house in Gunma is still standing.”
“I know…”
Something clicked in Toto’s head. He was not often in Gunma, especially for the last 10 months.
“Have you been staying there all this time?”
Silence prevailed for a few minutes that when Toto opened his eyes, his brother vanished but a comely face of an older woman greeted him.
“Toto, aren’t you taking care of yourself? Have you eaten already?”
Toto gasped. Eli disguised as his grandmother was so convincing it could fool anyone easily. Even him if not for the grey slacks that Eli was wearing.
“I can see that your allergies are still plaguing you.”
“Y-yeah…” Toto shook his head. Stop! Stop!
“What are you playing at, Eli?”
“I needed some place to stay. And maybe, this is easier to reconnect with you?”
“Uhm.. are you in trouble?”
“Not really, no…”
“All right.” Toto held his head. He could not deny his brother. The house was his too. “I just have one request.”
“And what could that be?”
Toto looked at his brother, arched his body toward him and with a determined expression, advised him:
“Just stay away from Ron Kamonohashi.” Eli chuckled.
“He’s that important to you. I get it.” Eli shook Toto’s hands.
“If you agreed to it, then we’ll talk more later,” Toto sniffled. “Now, please let me rest.”
“Of course.”
Eli went to the counter and boiled some water.
“Ron Kamonohashi, huh…”
