so i wrote another little thing

Because supporting characters are important! And supporting characters need to be seen interacting with each other more! Especially supporting characters who are similar to each other—in age, place in life, relation to mentor figure—but never really get a chance to interact meaningfully in canon! (Okay, so that last one was a little specific…)

But yeah, Misao and Yahiko, during Episode 43 when we get the short scenes of the dojo and the Aoiya before Kenshin’s showdown with Hiko. Just another one of those filling-in-gaps-in-canon things.


“Here, have some tea, brat.”

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Put a character in my ask box.


And I’ll answer these questions about them:

  1. Do you love/hate/don’t feel strongly about this character?
  2. What’s your favorite trait of this character?
  3. What’s your favorite moment/even involving this character?
  4. If you could have one power/attribute/etc. of this character, what would it be?
  5. Have you ever pictured this character naked?
  6. When did you fall in love/hate with this character? I you don’t have any strong feelings toward them, why not?
  7. Who’s your OTP for this character?

Aaand if I don’t know the character I’ll just wing it based on the first image I find of him/her/them on google.


Let’s play a game of how many times Kenshin said Kaoru’s name in Kyoto Taika Hen (Kyoto Inferno) ^^x


Kaoru-dono! *gargles water* Kaoru-dono!!! *gargles more water* KAORU-DONO!!! *drowns*

I can totally imagine Kaoru being like, oh damn they just kicked me off the ship—welp, guess I’ll try to swim to shore or something *swims away calmly*


And then Kaoru reaches the shore safely and has absolutely no idea that her rurouni is still at sea.


Kaoru: Man, I hope Kenshin does something about that warship.

a little gintama headcanon

After Otose meets Gintoki in the graveyard and brings him back home, he develops a habit of sitting at the snack bar right before opening time. Because he doesn’t know what to do with himself, because he’s lonely, because he thinks Otose is lonely—who knows? But every twilight he comes down from his apartment and sits at the bar and watches Otose open the shop. It usually takes an hour or so before customers stream in—they spend the time before that drinking in silence, with the occasional conversation.

Two weeks after Gintoki moves in, he’s at the bar as usual. Otose has just opened the snack bar and they’re sharing a bottle of sake, waiting for the regulars to stream in.

Otose: Your hair is getting too long, Gintoki.

Gintoki: What? I don’t need fashion advice from a hag like you.

Otose: I could cut it for you, if you want. I used to cut my husband’s hair.

Gintoki: I have a natural perm, Gran. Your husband was one of those straight-haired guys right? Didn’t he look like Oguri Shun? Oh sorry, wrong generation—Kimura Takuya, right? He had Kimura Takuya hair? Like the only thing that resembled Kimura Takuya was his hair? My hair’s completely different, you know. Just because you can cut his celeb-like hair doesn’t mean you’ll know how to cut mine. Look at these curls and tangles. It’s impossible. No way, no way.

Otose: All hair’s the same after a while. Anyway, I was just going to trim it, not give you a whole character image change. With those dead fish eyes you’ll never look like Takuya-kun anyway. But it’s better than looking like a poodle, like you do now. The only good thing about poodles are how they’re always at the right height for kicking.


Otose: It’s just hair, Gintoki.

Gintoki: …I haven’t cut my hair since the war.

Otose: So isn’t now a good time to do it? Sounds like it’s been far too long since your last haircut.

Gintoki: Fine.

Otose: Wait here, I’ll get my scissors.

Gintoki: Just don’t smoke when you’re cutting it. My hairstyle’s yankee enough without singed tips.


YAY!!! I cannot believe it, but I have reached a phenomenal 50,000 followers! That’s 49,500 more than I ever hoped to have, hehe, and to celebrate and say thank you for your unbelievable support, I want to give a little something back.

There will be three lucky winners who will each win one of these prizes…

The large Oh-Totoro (grey) plushie.

The medium Chu-Totoro (blue) plushie.

The small Chibi-Totoro (white) plushie.

All three of these plushies are genuine Japanese merchandise and feature the official “Approved by Studio Ghibli” sticker, so are very high quality! ^___^


1. You must be following oh-totoro
     - I will check this after making the draw and redraw if necessary.
2. You must reblog this post.
     - Each reblog counts as an entry. You may reblog once per day.
3. You must be willing to give me your postal address.
     - Well, this should be obvious.
4. A photo of each winner with their prize would be greatly appreciated so I can reblog it to oh-totoro, but this is not a requirement.


Thursday 31st July 2014 (and will be announced a week later)

I will contact the three winners on this date and give them 48 hours to respond to my Ask. If I don’t receive a response, I will nudge up those who have responded and redraw the lowest prize. This will also be the case if Asks are not enabled. Make sure your Asks are enabled!


Anybody can enter. I will post to any country. So don’t miss out!

Good luck! x

Thank you so much to everyone who participated in Rurouni Kenshin Week 2014. Congratulations and thanks to everyone who tagged #rurokenweek, especially those who completed the 7-day prompt challenge. There are many who almost made it too. But, complete or not, what matters is that we all had fun. Until next time! ^^x

[joined, completed, more than 7 works]

A-E | albatrossmuffin, amie689, anniilaugh, anubis-005, aoshi24, aquietrevolutionary, barbwalken, behindinfinity, blezon, bluetrashbin, Brandon, cikbuds10rockarolla, couchpotatoh, darkgreyclouds, ebeecchi, erwinackerman

F-J | gladyscontrerasart, hana-angel, i-megumi-takani, intelligentle, Ju-chan, juppythedragon

K-O | kamidoodles, kateviardo, kenkaoluv, kenshin-and-keats, my-wandering-aimywhimsicalnightmares, newty333

P-T | palemoonswamp, pearteapot, pepperonin, pocketrainbow, rurokenmadness, rurounimeatballs, sagara-chan, sagara-megumi, scarredswordheart, somethinginreturn, soomin1109, stilllearningsomeotherjobs, swordandflowers, sychunsa, tearfullacrymosa, theokashiraweasel

U-Z | vertigosight, waiting4morning, white-plum

AHHHHH I almost made it to the bolded-name-hall-of-fame! But the weekend came and I was ded. 

I guess this means I have to write >1 piece this summer for Sketches to atone for this terrible sin.

Rurouni Kenshin Week

Day 06 | Birth, Death, Kenshin’s or Kaoru’s Birthday


It is not uncommon for a woman to die in childbirth. That line, unknowingly picked up one summer’s day while he was wandering somewhere in Hokkaido, ran through his head incessantly. It had been eight years since he had heard that, why was it running through his head now?

Kenshin stood outside the room he shared with Kaoru, shoulders tensed and fists clenched by his side. He had been in the room when Dr. Gensai and the midwife arrived, his hand in Kaoru’s. But then the midwife told him to get some hot water and towels, and after he had delivered them she shooed him out and firmly shut the door behind him. He trusted them—no, he trusted Dr. Gensai, but was there really nothing he could do? Distantly he realized his fingernails were cutting into his palms, and he forced himself to relax.

Another scream cut through the air, sharp and piercing. The screams were the worst. The only thing that came close were the cries he had sometimes heard from his victims as he cut them down.

But this was a battle—was it even a battle?—he couldn’t fight. Because while he knew the human anatomy well, he only knew it in terms of death—a pierce under the chin and up the skull can guarantee a quick death, a horizontal strike past the belly means a long tortuous death, if you strike at any of the nine points hard enough you can kill a man, or at least incapacitate him long enough that he’ll bleed to death. But in terms of life? Kenshin knew nothing about childbirth, had shied away from it all his wandering years, convinced that his mere presence would immediately taint the purity and innocence of the moment.

But this was his child, and that was his wife, and if there was one thing Kaoru had drilled into him the past two years it was that she didn’t believe in those sorts of taints. Kenshin, I’m sorry, but that’s really dumb. Guilty presences, past mistakesthose things don’t taint other people, they only taint the person himself. Words, actions, thoughts made tangible—those things taint people. But how can a word or an action that stems from a sincere and kind thought ever corrupt innocence?

Kaoru screamed again, her voice already hoarse. Kenshin moved towards the door instinctively, but stopped when he heard Dr. Gensai’s low murmurs of encouragement. She was okay. They were okay. Then suddenly, in his head: It is not uncommon for a woman to die in childbirth.

But Kaoru was not common. Kaoru was a strong woman, the strongest woman he had ever met. She had a will to live that was a million times stronger than his own, and he was sure this iron will of hers was tripled now that she had a child to look forward to. But Kaoru was also physically small, and wasn’t the toll childbirth took on the body extremely high? What if it wasn’t a matter of will, but of body? What if it was also chance? He had heard of complications in childbirth that killed otherwise strong and healthy mothers. A false move by the midwife, something accidentally taken during pregnancy, a symptom that they hadn’t detected earlier…

It is not uncommon for a woman to die in childbirth.

No. Not again. How many times could he break before he couldn’t be put back together again? He had been broken so many times and had been saved an equal number of times, had been patched up slowly but surely, had a smile, a promise, a scar, a vow to hold on to as strong hands determinedly tried to piece him back together. But if it happened again—

He didn’t think he would survive. He would regret not staying in that room, regret not being with her as it happened, regret not doing anything and everything possible, if it only meant she would live and his son would be healthy and they could both smile again someday. And that regret would turn into guilt and he would drown, he would drown like those other times only now there wouldn’t be a warm hand to pull him back out—


No. Never again.

“Now, Kaoru-chan, you know it’s not—”

“I want my husband!”

Kaoru wanted him. Kaoru needed him. Kenshin straightened his back and slid the door open.

“Himura-san, you can’t be here!” The midwife cried.

He knew nothing about childbirth. He knew only death. He was guilty, stained, unworthy, and yet—

How can a word or an action that stems from a sincere and kind thought ever corrupt innocence?

Kaoru took him in. Kaoru gave him her hair ribbon, her smile, her kindness, her ferocity. Kaoru gave him a family and a home, and now she was giving him a child. His child. The least he could do was to stay with her while she fought a battle he could never fight. It was a selfish thought, a thought he decided all on his own, but if it was not kind at least it came from the depths of his heart and was something he yearned for with his entire being, and wasn’t that enough?


“Just let him in already, Tanaka-san. They’re obviously not going to listen to you anyway.”

Kenshin side-stepped the scandalized midwife with ease. The only thing he could see was Kaoru. Her hair haphazardly splayed across her cheeks, her mouth open as she gasped in short breaths, her eyes fever-bright with pain. She turned to him the moment he walked into the room and, with the most radiant smile he had yet seen, raised a trembling hand toward him.

He went to her. Slowly, he settled himself between her and the cushions that supported her back, bracing her against him.  He clutched her hand. She squeezed back. They shared a brief, stubborn smile before the next wave of pain hit and Kaoru was screaming again. But this time he was there right behind her, and he hoped it lessened the pain for her as much as it did for him.

Five hours later, Kenshin sat next to his exhaustedwife and cradled the small, fragile, untainted form of his son.

“Thank you,” he whispered—to the doctor, to the gods, to Kaoru, to his son, he wasn’t sure which, maybe it was all four— “Thank you.”

Rurouni Kenshin Week

Day 05 | Seasons, Colors or Monochrome

Seasons & Memory

In order: Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter.


April is the cruelest month, breeding/ Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing/ Memory and desire, stirring/ Dull roots with spring rain.

- T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land 


And still within a summer’s night/ A something so transporting bright,/ I clap my hands to see;/ Then veil my too inspecting face,/ Lest such a subtle, shimmering grace/ Flutter too far for me.

- Emily Dickenson, A something in a summer’s day


I saw old Autumn in the misty morn/ Stand shadowless, like silence, listening/ To silence, for no lonely bird would sing/ Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn

- Thomas Hood, Ode: Autumn


He gives his harness bells a shake/ To ask if there is some mistake./ The only other sound’s the sweep/ Of easy wind and downy flake./ The woods are lovely, dark and deep,/ But I have promises to keep,/ And miles to go before I sleep,/ And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening


Rurouni Kenshin Week

To celebrate I made this little video from the live action movie and OVA/original anime voice actors. I think it fits!

This is so great! I’ve always thought the live action movie would’ve been so much more epic with Tsuiokuhen’s soundtrack, and this totally proved me right! If anyone’s curious, the track used in the video is this amazing piece of art.

Rurouni Kenshin Week

Day 04 | Duel or Debate

Kaoru-dono…You protected her. Thank you.

You’re wrong! The one I wanted to protect was… The one I really wanted to protect was—


Graphics from Seisouhen (because despite it’s many, many shortcomings at least the animation was gorgeous), words from the original manga.

I loved the Kenshin vs Enishi duel in the manga, and a lot of it is because that final scene broke my heart. In the end, Enishi is really just a little brother trying to get his big sister back, a tragically impossible task that he deludes himself into thinking is possible. So in that moment, when Kenshin thanks him, when he realizes that he had saved Kaoru, not Tomoe, and that he can never save Tomoe, the delusion breaks and he’s confronted with the miserable truth that he can never bring back the dead, that no matter what he does he won’t ever be able to reach his sister—she’s gone. It’s one of the world’s harshest truths, and it’s always heartbreaking to see people finally confront it, especially when it’s someone as tortured as Enishi.

Sketches Chapter 14: Initiation, a rurouni kenshin fanfic | FanFiction →

Rurouni Kenshin Week

Day 02 | Friendship & Family

But no one else can bring Ken-san back from the land of death called the battlefield. Because you were the only person he said goodbye to back in Tokyo. All right? If you’re uncertain again, like you were this time, I won’t forgive you for it.

And he found the answer: going beyond, and not just winning. That’s it! Going beyond! If I’m still an amateur, I can go beyond that!

Back then, I couldn’t think of anything to say to you. So now I’ll say: Kenshin, welcome home.

I’m home.

Found families tend to be stronger than actual families, because while you’re bound to your family by blood, your found family is something you’ve chosen. The Kenshin-gumi might have been brought together by chance, fate and circumstance, but they chose to stay together and learn together and grow together. Because that’s what friends do for each other, and that’s what families are all about.

Rurouni Kenshin Week

Day 01 | Lesson or Technique

This is so late but a quick drabble for yesterday! I’ll post today’s later today!


The first and most important thing Kaoru learnt from her father was optimism.

“People who are optimistic can survive,” he had said as he held her in his lap the day her mother died.

Optimism saved her father from wasting away with grief, but it didn’t save him in the end. A sword cut him down, and that was that. How could fragile optimism fend against sharp steel? When she received the letter from the local police informing her that he had died on the battlefront, optimism didn’t help her either. Because she had hoped, because she had remained optimistic that he would come back unscathed, this letter hurt her more than if she had prepared for the worst.

But because the first and most important thing Kaoru learnt from her father was optimism, she clung to it feverishly and desperately. She let herself cry the entire night and the next morning she woke up and prepared her own breakfast, eyes swollen and nose red. It was a terrible meal and she felt the familiar choking sensation in her throat as tears gathered in her eyes, but she swallowed both down and tried to smile. It’ll be better tomorrow. I’ll cook better. I’ll be better.

Then months passed and the hurt lessened and she threw herself into teaching and occasionally got free meals from Tae. It was better. There were unwanted suitors and even more unwanted tax collectors. Some of the townspeople shunned her for continuing to practice the sword. She lost several students. An angry parent spat at her. It would get better.

Kenshin came and it did get better. He was irredeemably pessimistic but he gave her some reason for optimism. Because he looked at her with kind eyes and didn’t mind her roughhousing and never ordered her around. Because he respected her and smiled at her. Because he stayed, even if it was just for a while. But as the days passed Kenshin said, far too often, that he was merely a wanderer passing through, and her optimism wavered. There was nothing to stop him from leaving. She certainly couldn’t. And despite the kind eyes and the smiles and the respect he would go away too, and things would go back to how it was before, only now she would have no students and the dojo would truly be empty. She redoubled her efforts and then gave up pleading with her old students to return. She stopped going to the dojo to practice her katas. She ate less. Could it get better?

The first and most important thing Kaoru learnt from her father was optimism, but she forgot that for a while.

Then a month passed and Yahiko came along, a brilliant ball of youth and vigor: “I’m Yahiko Myojin, son of a Tokyo Samurai!”

Me too, Kaoru realized. I’m the daughter of a Tokyo Samurai too.

And in Yahiko’s eyes she saw courage and hurt and apprehension and the future and fear but overriding all that, optimism—and she remembered what her father told her and thought, this was how he survived. This is how Yahiko survived.

This is how I will survive.