Would you ever write about an AU where Haru Kuwabara survives and how things would be for her afterwards?

Yes.

So the reason why this one is an easy answer is because the (En)Closure series as it is now is still me just throwing spaghetti at the wall and seeing what sticks.

Actually, to be entirely honest, (En)Closure originally started as one of Tetsuki Kaiza’s reincarnated lives–which is why she’s originally slated to die during the Kira vs L disaster, because I am awful to Tetsuki Kaiza and never let her live beyond 25 years old.

But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that the person I wanted for (En)Closure doesn’t work with Tetsuki’s personality. Haru is nosy and loud and greedy, she wants to help because she does believe in humanity as a whole but she is terribly rude and awkward. Whereas Tetsuki tends to be sullen and overly polite and she only gets involved when individual people she loves are in danger.

Vastly different people, as you can see.

As it is right now, I consider the (En)Closure ficlets as prototypes–me trying to figure out what might work, what details I want to include, what thoughts persists but don’t actually fit: Haru’s death is one that is changeable.

I think, beyond the Tetsuki Kaiza curse, the reason why I originally proposed Haru dying was because I wanted to express that even with her medium abilities, she ISN’T a genius. She solves crimes because she has more clues, not because she can make impossible but true deductions off of what little clues exist.

But her not being able to keep up–or her only barely keeping up because of her network of ghosts–can be shown in other ways. And it’s not like Light and L are working completely on their own: they both have their own teams. I guess instead of thinking of it in terms of Haru vs Light vs L, it should be the dead (guided by/via Haru) vs Kira (as created by Light) vs the law (led by L). So it doesn’t matter that Haru as a person cannot keep up with Light and L as people–she is a vessel through which spirits work through, she does not need human intelligence to win/survive.

I do think, however, there may be sacrifices. Maybe she survives because her medium abilities come from being “born dead” (water in her lungs) and because of that she can’t be killed via the Death Note. But no doubt Shinigami have other abilities besides that.

Maybe instead of Sai asking Haru to help him move on he sacrifices himself such that she doesn’t die. Like. She knows she can’t keep up, but she didn’t realize how outclassed she was until then.

And it would kind of lead into why Hikaru doesn’t show up so much–because she did distance herself from him to keep him safe, but also this time there is a concrete reason for why Sai is gone. It’s not Haru, of course, but she won’t tell Hikaru the truth. She has to keep him safe (it’s the last thing Sai asked of her).

During the Hikaru no Go part of (En)Closure–aka her teenage years–she was confident in the knowledge that she was one of the strongest mediums (if not THE strongest) in Japan. But mediums being able to interact and even control spirits doesn’t mean shit against gods. And that’s where the Death Note part of her life–aka, her twenties–starts to shake her faith in herself, forces her to confront the fact that her abilities do not make her invincible.

But there’s something appealing about her surviving despite her lack of genius. And maybe, true, it’s because she wasn’t really the primary target of Kira, but it’s a mark of… skill? luck? composure?… to be someone who has survived Kira.

All that being said, I should probably admit that I never actually finished reading Death Note. O_O Which is why this is a giant rant and not a proper brainstorm. I got up to where L dies and some intro of Near and Melo, but not any farther than that so…

However, I might be able to do some quick and vague “after the danger has passed but now we have to deal with the consequences” feels stuff? Let’s see…

~

Haru kneels beside her parents and tries to focus on being the perfect image of a bereaving granddaughter.

She shuts her eyes, squeezes them tight, lets the phosphenes paint pictures behind her eyelids.

Fuck, what a horrible thought. As if she weren’t honestly grieving. As if she were just up here for looks, out of obligation, maintaining the reputation of a man already dead. Or, worse, to maintain her own reputation.

Her own stupid, useless, overblown reputation.

Gods–and they do exist, she’s seen some–she used to be so proud of that reputation.

And then look where it got her.

She takes a shaky, steeling breath and opens her eyes. Sees the crowd of faces that have come to pay their respects.

This is the first funeral she’s gone to in what seems like an eternity that had absolutely nothing to do with Kuwabara Haru, the professional medium, and instead Kuwabara Haru, the person.

She has nightmares sometimes.

After what she’s seen, what she’s had done to her–worse, what she had to do to others–it’s no surprise.

Her cousin Shizuru says it’s a natural reaction, her subconscious mind trying and failing to process the trauma.

Haru is pretty sure it’s punishment.

The worst nightmares are the ones in which everything is exactly the same but above everyone’s heads she sees their names and remaining times in glowing, ominous red.

Most of the visitors are, unsurprisingly, from the Go Institute.

Ogata-juudan, of course, who was finally able to rip the Honinbou title from her grandfather away before losing it, almost immediately.

Grandfather had laughed so hard that day, she thought he might have actually hurt himself.

The retired former Touya-Meijin and the current Touya-Meijin, and of course the current Honinbou.

She used to hate knowing so much about the Go world–had considered it an unnecessary distraction from her fate given role. Now she wishes it were still the safe and comfortable haven it used to be.

The Honinbou steps forward to give his condolences:

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Hikaru says, so bland and dry and empty.

She hates this most of all.

Sai was the oldest ghost she has ever and, most likely, will ever meet.

In his own way, he was also the most powerful.

He was kind and wise, caring and honest, and probably the best person she could have the honor of considering a friend, dead or alive.

She may not have destroyed him directly, but it’s because of her that his soul will never find peace.

Hikaru doesn’t know the truth.

Hikaru can’t know the truth.

Grandfather and Sai and Hikaru.

She misses all of them so much.

~

A/N: Check out the Ask Box Would You Ever!

Multiphenomenal (2017-07-24)

“I do not jump at Enma’s command anymore,” Grandmother says, leaning back in her chair. The brakes are on, Tetsuki notes, so there is no fear of it shifting backwards. “Nor will I do so at at his pup’s.”

The young woman before them inhales sharply, surprised and indignant. The old woman does not react.

Tetsuki stays where she is, by Grandmother’s side, standing and ready.

“Do what you will, Genkai, but don’t drag me back into it.” For all her physical frailty, Grandmother is fierce, fearsome. Tetsuki has lived for longer, technically–collected more years under her spiritual belt–but she has much to learn, still.

“I’ve lost enough.”

///

Grandfather built this house for Grandmother fifty years ago, traditional except for all of ramps discretely placed around to make the entire building accessible.

And the reiki-proof training room in the basement.

Neither were needed until about two decades ago–the former for Grandmother, the latter for Tetsuki.

“I’m not sure what you are, my dear,” Grandmother says, as Tetsuki unleashes her power just to test her new body’s limits.

She hasn’t hit any yet.

“But I’m sure you’ll be phenomenal.”

///

Grandmother runs a calligraphy school out of the house.

Or that’s the cover anyway.

She’s searching for a student. A particular student.

Oh, anyone can learn what Grandmother has to teach–Tetsuki herself has picked up a few of the ofuda patterns, faint memories of Komadori’s fuinjutsu ramblings acting as a foundation–but only one student will master it.

“Maybe Kuwabara’s grandchild,” Grandmother says, “the older one,” she clarifies, somewhat needlessly.

Tetsuki has heard about the younger Kuwabara grandchild: talented and surprisingly cunning he may be, but Grandmother’s abilities are not for him.

“And plus, I’ve heard that old bastard found a student of his own amongst those Igo players. Some young hothead with no connections to the spirit world… supposedly.”

///

School was easy before.

Well, academically, it’s still easy–her lives might have been different, but classes might as well be the same–but socially?

“Kaiza-san,” says Shuichi Minamino, heartthrob of the school and current pain in her ass, “I’ve heard your Grandmother teaches calligraphy; I’m interested in learning. Is it okay if I visit your house after school?”

This fucking fox. She should have let him die.

“There’s a calligraphy club here at school,” she says instead of electrocuting him into a crisp.

Some of their classmates take the opportunity to cut in, “We’re part of the calligraphy club, Shuichi-kun!”

“Oh yes, Shuichi-kun, we’d be very… open to you joining us…”

Tetsuki rolls her eyes, wishing she didn’t have to listen this excruciating conversation. But, alas, this is her desk and class is going to start soon.

Any minute now, please.

She’d rather still be fighting demons than this.

~

A/N: uh… here’s a thing because it won’t leave me alone. So… one of Tetsuki’s later lives in which she’s in the Yu Yu Hakusho ‘verse. I don’t have very much of it, but here are some details that I do have so… ¯_(ツ)_/¯ Enjoy?

Unsure if I’m going to stick with multiphenomenal as the title, but I like the sound of it for now…

14 or 23, Haru Kuwabara from your Hikaru no Go AU!


I think I’ve got fireflies
where my caution should be.
(Instead of slowing down, I just shine brighter)

She is seven when she solves her first case.

Though, admittedly, it is a bit of a stretch to call that her first case, and she was five weeks away from being eight.

Still, it looks more impressive on her resumé. Or it would if she had one.

Regardless, she is seven and dressed in all black, holding her grandfather’s hand and shifting impatiently on her feet. Her parents have gone to speak with the bereaved, immediate family, and she doesn’t know anyone else here.

She’s bored, but not bored enough to leave her grandfather’s side, and it helps that he’s making snarky comments about the other attendees for her ears only. It’s entertaining, until he gets to,

“What are those ungrateful wretches doing here?”

Haru doesn’t quite know what a wretch is, but Grandpa’s tone has suddenly become more earnestly mean, almost hostile, and she doesn’t like it.

She tugs on his hand.

Grandpa looks down at her and visibly softens, one scruffy gray eyebrow rises, “What is it, child?”

She shrugs and points–at the two ungrateful wretches, then at the photograph at the front of the room–and then shrugs again.

She is seven and she doesn’t talk much. At all.

Still, Grandpa doesn’t much mind.

“That’s his second son and the wife, they wanted ownership of some branch office of the company and then ran it into the ground. Came back and demanded a job at the main office. They’re probably here to squeeze out whatever inheritance they can. Like vultures around a carcass.”

The old man next to them overhears, twitches, and says, “I’m not a carcass, Kuwabara, you crusty old bastard.”

She startles–that’s definitely a bad word–and looks up at the old man. The old man looks exactly like the photograph.

The old man is a ghost.

The ghost looks down at her, equally startled.

Thirty minutes later, the police have arrived to arrest the second son and his wife–both screaming about how they’ll get revenge–and her parents are staring at her bewildered.

She tugs Grandpa’s hand again, rubbing at her throat. This is the most she’s ever said at once, she thinks, and she’s awfully thirsty.

(As the years pass, Haru gets better at speaking more. She’s not better at being tactful about it, but she blames that on Grandpa).

///

We talk in the dark as we fall asleep,
and we are objects in the night sky
outside of time.
(it is the exact opposite of alone)

Kenichi is listless when they join him, pale and lifeless, and maybe at another time she’d think it’s funny–considering he’s a ghost and all–except right now, with the expression on his face, it’s the furthest thing from it. Even his hideous shirt with neon geometric shapes seems less vibrant than usual.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, in a furtive whisper, trying to keep it within their half ghostly huddle of four.

They’re in the far corner of the lobby, about twenty feet from the smoking area, which is the outermost limit Kenichi can get from his brother. It’s also the closest Haru–as Kuwabara-Honinbou’s granddaughter–and Hikaru–as someone who has become a weird Go mystery–can get to Ogata without him looking at them strangely and walking away. And unknowingly dragging Kenichi along with him.

It takes a beat for Hikaru to notice, but Sai has picked up on it, too. He looks… understanding. Worryingly so.

Kenichi wavers before answering, “I… I think it’s time for me to move on.”

~

A/N: Anon, this probably isn’t what you had in mind, but please enjoy both ficlets and thank you for prompting (En)Closure fic 😀

Number + Ship + (optional) AU –> my ask box

Fic title: The Bustle In A House

I had to google this to figure out what it was a reference to because despite my love of the written word, English was my least favorite class in school. Then again, Emily Dickinson wasn’t covered in my English class anyway so…

The poem by Emily Dickinson of the prompted title is about a family immediately after the death of a loved one who still have to keep going–keep on doing their every day actions, or do the funeral arrangements for said loved one–before they can properly break down and grieve.

… you didn’t specify a fandom or characters or anything, newyn1, and I know most of my followers are here because of my DoS stuff and that I’ve also specifically seen your username over @dosbysilverqueen​, but I kinda feel like this would fit better in a different fandom.

I mean, the only thing I can think of in a DoS would be Shikako’s steady but inevitable immortality in which she outlives all of her family members because of her burgeoning godhood. And like, at first she doesn’t think much of it–outliving her parents is sad but not surprising. Outliving Shikamaru is kind of like just a flip of a coin statistics game, and women of Asian descent tend to have longer lifespans than men of Asian descent anyway.

Except maybe there’s the added she’s not aging as quickly as everyone else. She still looks in her twenties when Shikamaru looks in his forties (or something like that). At some point, Kino-chan starts to look older than her.

And then she really realizes it when Kino-chan dies before she does–he lived as peaceful and safe a life as a shinobi possibly could and yet–or when she starts to be confused for Shikadai’s cousin instead of his aunt, etc. etc.

So it’d be about Shikako coping with outliving and having to grieve for her family. Being the one to grieve because, eventually, she’s the only one left to do so. But then that’s something that I’d probably throw in along with these other prompts of Shikako’s immortality/godhood so…

My alternative fandom take on it would probably be in my Hikaru no Go/Death Note ‘verse (En)Closure with a similar sort of set up. Not because of godhood, though.

So Hikaru’s POV when his grandfather dies, when Sai asks Haru to help him move on, and then when Haru dies because of Kira. And the thing is, because it’s Hikaru and Hikaru no Go, of course he would be playing go. His grandfather dies and he plays go, because even though it’s because of Sai that he started playing, he never would have met Sai if it weren’t for his grandfather’s love for the game.

So at his grandfather’s memorial service, maybe he gets recognized as a professional go player by his grandfather’s friends–who are all amateurs but passionate–and they pester him into playing with them and they do a whole bout of “when Heihachi was younger” stories. Hikaru’s reputation as a troublemaker go player is not entirely new.

Hikaru is older when Sai moves on (because having two seers makes the ghost stay longer) and Sai chooses to move on, so he doesn’t go into a downward spiral like in canon, but it’s still something to mourn and he does fight with Haru about it here and while they do stop fighting quickly enough, probably they don’t properly make up with each other until they play a game of go. Even though Haru is awful at it.

And maybe they official shut down the Netgo account (which Haru also did for Sai since it doesn’t take a genius to put a stone where he points) and while they don’t disclose who Sai was they do inform the greater go world that he has passed on. I don’t know.

After Haru dies, because of Kira, Hikaru is hollowed out. Because she and Sai were his best friends and the only reason why he didn’t spiral after Sai’s death was because of her. But now it’s just him who knows the truth. He probably does take some time off, trying to see if he can find her ghost (because that’s what tied them together, the ability to see ghosts, but no matter where he looks he can’t find her).

And he comes back to the Institute where Kuwabara-Honinbou challenges him to a game (just like how the story between him and Haru start) and they both mourn for her together because even though she wasn’t part of the go world, she was part of their world. And also no grandparent should have to outlive their grandchild.

(No summary, sorry, but two in one brainstorm so it evens out?)

That new story about Death Note is really interesting!

Thanks! It’s actually a continuation of an old story, or at least the idea of a story–you can check out the (En)Closure tag–set more specifically in Hikaru no Go. (I figure that, since both are by the same artist, and they do both kind of deal with the afterlife/death that they’re probably in the same world).

Haru Kuwabara is the granddaughter of Kuwabara-Honinbou (who the manga kind of hints at being able to sense Sai’s presence?). I would recommend checking out the tag for more.

(En)Closure drabble (2015-03-07)

The day Kuwabara-Honinbou asks to play a game against an insei is a memorable one. The Institute had never experienced such a thing before, weren’t sure if they should make it an official match or not, if they should offer the Room of Profound Darkness and whether they should have reporters covering it. A title holder challenging an insei? Unimaginable!

The other professional players were ambivalent, some had thought Kuwabara had finally gone off his rocker (it took him long enough, one Ogata-Juudan could be heard muttering). After all, why else would he have a young woman shadowing his steps for the past week? Others thought it was a refreshing change of pace, perhaps the old coot was finally going to take on an apprentice. Touya-Meijin very pointedly remained silent on the matter, though Touya-Nidan had, what could only be described as, bristled when asked for his opinion.

Meanwhile, the insei practically exploded. It was one thing for one of their own to brag about being rivals with the Go Prince, Touya Akira, it was another for him to be specifically picked out by a title-holder to play a game.

And as the Go world turned into a frenzy, those at the eye of the storm were calm if a little confused and annoyed.

As the Institute finally gets their act together, deciding not to offer the Room of Profound Darkness but still providing a venue. The goban is set on a slightly raised stage, cameras set up to project the game onto a screen so the small audience of professionals, insei, and reporters can see without crowding the two players. On the stage are the stars of the event, Kuwabara-Honinbou and Shindou Hikaru, and one other person much to the consternation of the others gathered. She has the best vantage point, and yet spends the entire match staring at empty air behind the insei. Those who are there for the go game try to ignore the third person on the stage.

For Shindou Hikaru, the day Kuwabara-Honinbou asks to play a game against him is a memorable one, too, but for a different reason. Because he finally meets someone else who can see Sai, the effortlessly ignored fourth person on the stage.

~

A/N: I should probably come up with a title for this, at least for organization purposes. But yes! More of the Haru Kuwabara, onmyouji/medium, universe.

Edit: Now called (En)Closure


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(En)Closure (2015-02-27)

That’s the kid.

The one with the bleached hair? Ah, I see what you mean… Yeah, you were right. This is my kind of job.

Of course I’m right. Who do you think you got your skills from?

Well, you may be my grandfather but I’m a lot better at this than you are. Otherwise you wouldn’t be asking for my help, you decrepit old monkey.

Such disrespect! Ha! Just how I taught you.

Of course. But seriously–I’m not charging you for this, however if I do take this job you have to follow all the rules I give my clients, grandfather or not.

Rules? Can’t be too difficult.

It really isn’t, or shouldn’t be, but you’d be surprised at how poorly my clientele follow directions. I hope you won’t be added to that.

Lay it on me.

First, you have to listen to what I say. If I tell you to hold your breath, you do not breathe. If I tell you to destroy something, you break it and set the pieces on fire. If I tell you to–

Yeah, I get it.

Second, you need to stick to your goals. Once you set those goals you can’t turn back, I will be working to meet them so no regrets and no changing them mid-job.

Ah, that I may need help with.

I can help you create a list of what the possible results and situations may be, but you have to be the one to get your priorities in order.

Okay.

And third, the living get to live. The dead are here at my leisure. If there’s any sign that that kid is being possessed against his will or if it’s hurting him, then I’m performing an exorcism regardless of if that ghost is some kind of once in a lifetime genius. He already had his lifetime, he doesn’t get to steal another from someone else. Got it?

Yeah. I’d exorcise him myself if it were like that.

Please, you don’t have the juice to exorcise a goldfish much less a centuries old ghost. You weren’t even sure if there was a ghost involved. Eyesight going already? How will you play your board game?

Little brat, a real player doesn’t need to see the board to win.

Hm… Speaking of, set up a game with the kid. I need to get a closer read on both of them; don’t want to approach them cold. Can you do that?

Are you joking? I’m Kuwabara-Honinbou, if an insei won’t agree to play a game with me I might as well hand over my title to that upstart Ogata.

~

A/N: Uh… yeah. I guess I’m on a bit of an OC fanfic spree. So this is for currently unnamed granddaughter of Kuwabara-Honinbou who works as a medium. Which means she can actually see Sai–it’s highly implied that Kuwabara stopped and stared at Hikaru because he was able to sense Sai but the fact that he didn’t bring it up means that maybe he can’t see it so well?

She then figures out the dealio with Sai and Hikaru, but is mostly a spectator for their hilarious identity shenanigans. She only really steps in to prevent Sai from fading, and can be talked into providing an alibi for Hikaru by acting as Sai’s hands in NetGo in exchange for doing embarrassing favors. 

She emphatically does not play Go. But people are really confused as to why Kuwabara’s granddaughter is hanging around an insei so at first they think she’s Sai but then they think Hikaru’s going to be Kuwabara’s apprentice…

[edit: sort of continued here. Also, now tentatively naming her Haru – Ash Night (灰夜), not Spring (春)]

[edit2: Series now called (En)Closure, follow that tag or the haru kuwabara tag for more]