In The Walking Dead as Itachi Uchiha ?! (TWD)

When I stepped out of the tent, I saw the truck already driving away with Rick, T-Dog, Glenn, and Daryl. I watched in silence as it disappeared between the trees.

A few steps away, Shane stood with his arms folded, watching Lori.

She was crouched beside Carl, fixing his collar, brushing dirt from his sleeves. Probably trying to reassure him that Rick would be okay.

Carl smiled at whatever she said.

Shane stepped forward.

It was a small thing. Slow. Almost casual.

But Lori moved too - subtle, firm. She stood up and gently placed her hand on Carl's back, nudging him forward, towards Dale.

He stopped. Just like that.

I saw the shift in his posture. The second of hesitation. The way his shoulders locked in place. He didn't speak. Just stood there, fist clenching harder, pretending it didn't bother him.

Now I'm starting to have doubts if it's even possible to remove his obsession with Lori. It seems like all of his decisions are influenced by her - and how would I even begin to change that? He still doesn't trust me one bit.

And there's always the risk he'll end up sleeping with Andrea and leaving it at that, like he did in the show.

I let out a low breath.

I'll let it play out for now. If there's a chance to change him without putting anyone at risk... I'll take it.

There was nothing more to see here.

And a short training session wouldn't hurt.

I found a familiar clearing just out of view from camp.

I stepped into the center and took in a slow breath.

Taijutsu first.

I rolled my shoulders, loosened my neck, and dropped into a low stance. 

With my right leg, I performed a low sweep, clearing the air at shin height. I followed with a slight jump, spinning midair, and snapped a left-leg kick at head height, leaning back as my leg cut through.

While still in the air, I planted my hands against the ground and pushed off, flipping back to land on my feet to create some distance.

My footwork adjusted automatically, sliding back into form without pause or any wasted movement.

And the training continued.

After finishing my training, I returned to camp, brushing off any dust from the fabric and smoothing it down with one hand as I stepped out from the trees.

A few people were gathered near the RV, talking over pots and pans.

Morales was tending a small fire, preparing food for his family.

I walked past them without a word, eyes scanning out of habit. And saw Carol approaching me. With a small pile of clothes gathered in her arms.

" If you want " - She said gently,

" You can go change, and I will wash them for you. " - She said, gesturing to my sweaty clothes.

I gave her a small nod.

" Thank you " - I said quietly.

She nodded back and waited patiently.

I returned to my tent, changed into clean clothes, and came back with the ones I'd been wearing folded in my hands. She was still near the RV, carefully sorting what she'd collected.

I handed over my clothes to her.

As I turned to leave, her voice stopped me.

" Thank you... for stepping in when you did. " - She said quietly.

I paused but didn't turn back.

" You don't need to thank me for that " - I said, then kept walking.

I walked away from Carol and found a quiet place under a tree to sit down.

As I sat, my thoughts took over again.

Ed...Shane should have a little encounter with him soon enough. I need to make sure it happens and that Ed stays in his tent when the horde arrives.

This isn't a script anymore.

What if Shane doesn't show up? What if Ed ends up with the main group?

He only creates conflict in the group. Adds nothing. Protects no one. A parasite clinging to safety he doesn't earn.

He's already rotten on the inside—now I just need to make sure it matches the outside.

I should still have some sleeping pills in my bag; they should keep him asleep for the whole night.

And the thought lingered... and then the smile came.

The thought of him helpless, broken, devoured... it felt right...

I made my way back to my tent.

Inside one of the side pouches in my duffle bag, I found them.

Two should be enough to keep him knocked out the whole night.

I got ready and walked towards the quarry.

As I got closer, I could hear laughter.

I slowed my pace, angling towards the sound.

Down by the water, I spotted Jacqui, Amy, Andrea, and Carol scrubbing clothes and talking. I couldn't hear every word, but one voice - Andrea's - cut through.

" I miss my vibrator. "

I blinked.

That wasn't what I expected to hear.

This body was trained to anticipate every kind of ambush—

That... wasn't one of them.

The rest of them burst into laughter.

" Oh my God " - Amy choked out, face flushed.

Even Carol smiled.

" Me too " - She added with a slight smirk.

The laughter continued.

Then I saw him.

Ed Peletier, approaching from behind them.

He struck a match and lit a cigarette, dragging in a breath like he needed it to stay angry.

His eyes locked on Carol first.

" What's so funny? " - he asked, smoke curling from his lips.

Andrea didn't even flinch.

" Just swapping war stories, Ed. "

Amy added quickly, trying to keep the mood light.

" Yeah. "

Ed stepped in closer, cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth.

" Problem, Ed? " - Andrea asked, no longer amused.

He stared her down.

" Nothin' that concerns you. And you ought to focus on your work. This ain't no comedy club. "

His voice wasn't raised, but it didn't need to be. There was venom behind every word.

Andrea stepped forward, not backing down.

" Ed, tell you what… you don't like how your laundry is done, you are welcome to pitch in and do it yourself. Here. "

She tossed a wet shirt at him.

Ed caught it and threw it right back in her face.

" Oh! " - Andrea flinched.

I looked to my right, just briefly

Shane was still nearby, finishing an argument with Lori.

Good.

I slowly started making my way towards Ed. 

The smart thing to do would be to let it play out as intended - not risk changing anything. And to only intervene if it went off script.

But...

My emotions overrode reason.

And in that moment, I didn't care.

If I had to appear aggressive, so be it. I wouldn't allow him to lay a finger on someone innocent.

Ed responded to Andrea, taking another drag off his cigarette.

" Ain't my job, missy. "

" Andrea, don't " - Amy said, voice tight and full of worry.

Andrea fired back, her tone sharper now, frustration creeping in.

" What is your job, Ed? Sitting on your ass smoking cigarettes? "

Ed scoffed.

" Well, it sure as hell ain't listening to some uppity smart-mouthed bitch. "

He gestured towards Carol.

" Tell you what… come on. Let's go. "

Andrea stepped between them.

" I don't think she needs to go anywhere with you, Ed " - She said firmly.

Ed's jaw tightened—anger building with every second.

" And I say it's none of your business. Come on now. You heard me. "

" Carol... " - Andrea called over her shoulder, trying to stop her from leaving.

" Andrea, please. It doesn't matter " - Carol said, eyes downcast, voice almost a whisper.

Ed snapped.

" Hey, don't think I won't knock you on your ass just 'cause you're some college-educated cooze, all right? " 

" Now you come on now, or you gonna regret it later. "

" So she can show up with fresh bruises later, Ed? " - Jacqui shot back. " Yeah, we've seen them. "

Ed let out a harsh, bitter laugh.

It wasn't amusement - it was something uglier.

" Stay out of this " - Ed snapped.

" Now come on! You know what? This ain't none of y'all's business. You don't want to keep prodding the bull here, okay? Now I am done talking. Come on. " - He says, grabbing Carol by the arm.

Andrea stepped forward, trying to hold back Ed.

Jacqui tried to pull Carol from behind.

Amy grabbed Carol's other arm, struggling to pull her away.

" No, no " - Andrea said, voice rising.

" Carol, you don't— " Amy started.

" Carol, you don't have— " Andrea echoed.

Ed turned on them, furious.

" You don't tell me what! I tell you what! "

His hand came up.

I moved quickly from behind him, grabbing his arm by the elbow. Stopping the slap inches from Carol's face.

For a second, everything froze.

All of them looked at me - Amy, Jacqui, Andrea, Carol. 

I could see it in their eyes.

Shock. Fear. Relief.

Ed turned to me, furious.

" This ain't your business, boy. You wanna be next!? "

He shoved me.

Or at least, he tried to.

Before he could even touch me, I drove my fist straight into his ribs - a clean shot to the lungs.

He hunched over, both arms clutching his ribs as he gasped - choking on air he couldn't pull in.

But I didn't give him time to recover.

I sent a right hook, aimed at his jaw.

Ed dropped to the ground. Flat into the dirt.

When he looked up at me - he froze.

I was staring at him with pure disgust - not even seeing him as a human. Just something filthy.

Something that needed to be put down.

And that's when he snapped. With a sudden snarl, he lunged, hand snatching a jagged rock from the dirt. 

Before Ed could do anything else, Shane grabbed Ed by the shirt and slammed him back.

" Get off me! " - Ed shouted, flailing. " Get off me! "

" Ed? "- Carol's voice was small and confused, still trembling.

Shane threw Ed to the ground with all his strength.

" It's okay, it's okay " - Amy said, trying to hold Carol, but Carol shook her head, already in tears. 

" No! " - she cried.

" It's okay " - Andrea tried to calm her, stepping in beside them.

" No! " Carol sobbed again, louder this time.

Shane dropped on top of Ed and started pummeling him without hesitation. One punch. Then another. And another. Ed's face quickly turned red, then bloody. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed across the camp. The women froze, watching in horror as Shane's fury took full control.

" Shane, stop! Just stop! " - Andrea shouted.

" Stop it! Please, stop! " - someone else cried — maybe Jacqui, maybe Amy. 

Andrea turned to me practicly shouting

" Please do something! He's going to kill him! " - Her voice was loud and desperate.

I didn't answer. I just started walking.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

I let Shane get a few more punches in. 

Still... I couldn't just stand by and let it happen. Not like this. If Shane killed him while I watched, it wouldn't matter what Ed had done - I'd be the one who stood back and let one of our own get murdered. And even if Shane stopped short, it would still look bad. I would've let it get this far without lifting a finger.

And I wanted him dead. But not like this. Not with everyone watching.

I reached them, stepped in quietly, and placed a hand on Shane's shoulder.

" Shane, that's enough " - I said calmly. " If you continue, you'll kill him. "

Shane paused, breathing hard, then shrugged my hand off without looking at me.

He grabbed Ed by the face and lifted it slightly, forcing him to look up with his bloodied, swollen eyes.

" You put your hands on your wife, your little girl, or anybody else in this camp one more time... I won't stop next time. Do you hear me? "

Ed whimpered.

" Yes... "

" Do you hear me?! " - Shane shouted again.

" Yes. " - It was barely a whisper.

" I'll beat you to death, Ed. "

" Ed! " - Carol cried out, but no one moved.

Shane shouted again - louder

" I'll beat you to death! "

And then Shane struck him once more - a hard punch to the jaw, followed by a swift kick to the stomach.

He stepped back, breathing heavily, and walked away without a word.

His shoulders were tense... but his head was low. He looked almost guilty.

Guilty?

I wasn't sure. I couldn't read him. There was a storm of emotion in his eyes, shifting every few seconds - rage, guilt, doubt - like even he didn't know what he was feeling.

Carol broke free from the others, stumbling forward as tears welled in her eyes. She dropped to her knees beside Ed, saying she's sorry over and over, her fingers gently brushing his bruised face like she could somehow erase the damage.

Andrea and Jacqui rushed over, dropping beside Carol trying to calm her down as she sobbed beside Ed's motionless body. 

" Carol, it's not your fault... " - Jacqui said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

" You didn't do anything wrong.. " - Andrea added softly, wrapping her arms around her from the side, pulling her closer.

Carol buried her face against Andrea's shoulder, crying uncontrollably.

Andrea held her tighter, whispering softly to Carol.

And while all that was happening... Amy stood a few feet away, frozen.

Her eyes flicked between Carol and me - clearly torn. She didn't know whether to run to Carol's side and try to help, or come check on me.

I smiled gently and gave a small nod, gesturing for her to go to her sister's side.

Her shoulders relaxed just a little, and she gave me a brief nod. Then she turned and hurried to Carol's side.

I got back to my tent and started slipping into my gear.

My mind raced as I worked, tightening straps, checking my weapons, making sure everything sat just right.

So this was it.

The first time the others saw it - really saw it.

Shane cracking.

He didn't step in to protect anyone - not really. He just needed somewhere to put the rage.

Somewhere to let it out. And Ed Peletier… he was the perfect target.

After putting on my gear, I lay down across my sleeping bag, arms folded behind my head, staring at the tent's ceiling.

From now on… he'll only go further downhill.

Maybe if he doesn't kill Otis, he won't snap completely. Or maybe that would just delay the inevitable.

I closed my eyes and let out a breath through my nose.

And then there was the CDC…

Judging by how things had played out so far, the timeline was still holding. We should all make it out safely.

Should...

But do I really want to put my life in the hands of a depressed scientist?

That doesn't sit right with me.

Still... the benefits are undeniable.

Medical supplies. Food and water. Guns. Scientific equipment. Maps. Documents on the infection. And maybe even Jenner himself.

Everything we'd need—everything we won't get by playing it safe forever.

It might be dangerous. 

But everything in that place could mean the difference between life and death.

I let out a slow breath, then got up.

It was a good time to make more senbon = different lengths, different weights. And when night fell... it would be the perfect time to test them.

" Not bad " - I muttered, eyeing the neat row beside me.

Twenty-three in total now. Each one a bit different from the others. Some shorter, others longer. A few were thin as needles. Others were thicker. This should give me a clear idea of what works and what dosent.

By the time I finished, the sun had already dipped low, casting long shadows across the camp.

I glanced to the side - resting just beyond the senbon was the wooden comb I'd carved earlier for Amy.

Small. Simple. Smoothed edges with care. Etched into its side were words I didn't choose lightly:

In a world that rots, you remain untouched.

A small thing. Simple. But it meant something. Maybe more than I wanted to admit.

And without meaning to - I smiled.

Not a mask. Not a habit. A genuine smile.

A real one.

After wrapping the comb carefully and securing the senbon in their pouch, I rose to my feet and started making my way towards Ed's tent.

I moved quietly, slipping between every shadow and tree with ease.

As I got closer, I scanned the area. No one in sight.

Good.

Ed was inside his tent, sleeping, heavy and loud. I crept closer, my steps silent on the dirt, then ducked in.

I reached for the flap and zipped it shut behind me.

I crouched beside him, close enough to smell the rot of his breath. Ed shifted slightly but didn't wake.

I slid one hand under his jaw and tilted his head back lightly. He groaned faintly - just enough to part his lips.

Good enough.

I slipped the two pills deep into his mouth, then clamped it shut with my hand. He started to stir, a drowsy grunt rising from his throat.

" Swallow " - I muttered coldly.

He didn't. So I pinched his nose closed with one hand and kept the other firm over his mouth. Seconds passed. His body twitched.

Then a gulp.

Another breath.

He swallowed.

And just as his eyes fluttered halfway open - confused, glassy - I drove my knuckles into the side of his head.

His body slumped back with a grunt.

I left silently, slipping out of the tent without a sound.

Then I circled wide, keeping to the shadows until I reached the other side of camp.

<3rd Person Pov>

Morales stirred the fire absently, then looked over at Dale with a puzzled expression.

" I've got to ask you, man. It's been driving me crazy. "

Dale raised an eyebrow. - " What? "

" That watch. "

Dale glanced at his wrist.

" What's wrong with my watch?"

Jacqui leaned in with interest.

" I've wondered this myself. "

Morales gestured.

" I see you every day, same time, winding that thing like a village priest saying mass. "

Dale blinked.

" I'm missing the point. "

Jacqui smirked.

" Unless I've misread the signs, the world seems to have come to an end. At least hit a speed bump for a good long while. "

Morales continued.

" But there's you every day winding that stupid watch " 

Dale sat back and folded his arms.

" Time… it's important to keep track, isn't it? The days, at least. Don't you think, Andrea? Back me up here. "

Andrea, lounging nearby, gave a slight shrug.

Dale continued

" I like what a father said to his son once when he gave him a watch handed down through generations. He said: 'I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire, which will fit your individual needs no better than it did mine or my father's before me. I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you may forget it now and then... and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it.' "

Amy scrunched her nose.

" You are so weird. "

Everyone around the fire chuckled.

And then they saw him.

Itachi stepped out from the woods. Fully geared with a sword on his back. Even the way he moved looked deliberate. Ready.

Amy looked up, eyes lighting up.

" Hey! Over here! " - she called, waving him over.

" I saved you a spot. "

Itachi gave a small nod, a flicker of warmth behind his eyes as he walked over and sat beside her.

Morales raised an eyebrow, smiling.

" You planning to go on patrol, or is this your version of pajamas?"

Jacqui gave him a once-over.

" Seriously though... what's with the gear? "

Itachi didn't answer right away.

Shane was watching. Leaning forward slightly. His elbows on his knees. Eyes narrowed. The suspicion wasn't subtle—and Itachi noticed.

He met Shane's gaze for a heartbeat. Calm. Unbothered. Then looked back towards Jacqui, expression unreadable.

" Just a feeling " - he said finally. His voice was quiet but clear.

Jacqui raised a brow.

" A feeling? "

Itachi gave a slight nod

" Something's off today. I don't like being caught off guard. "

Morales looked between them, half-smiling, half-curious.

" So you suit up when your gut says 'trouble'? "

"Something like that, " - Itachi said simply.

Amy, sitting beside him, gave a small glance toward his gear - but said nothing.

Shane didn't say a word. But he kept watching. Hard.

Carl, sitting by the fire, looked up.

" Like Spidey sense? "

A small chuckle rolled through the group.

Sophia, sitting beside him, perked up.

" What's that? "

Carl turned to her.

" Like, when superheroes just know something bad is about to happen. "

Sophia blinked.

" So… he's like a superhero? "

Amy snorted softly, trying not to laugh.

" Honestly? Not far off. "

A few chuckles spread through the group, breaking the tension for a moment.

The laughter faded into quiet conversation. Forks scraped gently against the bowls. The fire crackled, casting flickering shadows across the group.

But then I heard something.

A rustle. Distant. Subtle. 

I turned my head slightly.

Birds shot upward from the far treeline—silent at first, then flapping hard through the branches. 

I narrowed my eyes.

My breath stilled.

I blocked out the voices. The fire. The laughter. I let the warmth fade from my skin, the smells fade from my nose. I silenced everything but the one sense I needed.

Hearing.

A breeze rolled through the leaves - but beneath it…

Crunch.Shuffle.Drag.

Not one. Not two. Several.

Slow. Uneven. 

I knew that sound.

Walkers.

More than one. Coming towards the camp.

Amy stood up from the campfire, brushing off her jeans.

Andrea raised a brow.

" Where are you going? "

" Jeez, you try to be discreet around here... " - Amy grumbled back.

The second she turned, I moved. My hand caught hers, fingers wrapping around her wrist.

She froze, eyes wide. A faint blush crept across her cheeks from the sudden contact.

Everyone looked over, amused by the moment, expecting some teasing or awkward charm.

But I didn't say a word.

I simply turned toward the group and raised my free hand, And placing a single finger against my lips. Gesturing for them to stay silent.

They went quiet, expressions shifting from playful curiosity to confusion.

Then we heard Ed scream—raw, sharp, and sudden—cutting through the quiet. Then, just as quickly as it came, it vanished, swallowed by silence.

Everyone froze.

Amy's grip on my hand tightened, fingers trembling slightly. Her eyes searched mine—wide, uncertain, waiting for any sign of what to do next.

Sophia whimpered and clung to Carol, who pulled her close. Carl instinctively stepped behind Lori, and even Shane stood up slowly, hand reaching for his gun, eyes scanning the dark.

" What the hell was that? " - Morales muttered.

" Was that Ed? " - Jacqui asked, already backing toward the RV.

No one answered.

From behind the RV, shadows moved.

One by one, walkers began to emerge slowly, lurching forms stepping into the firelight.

Groans followed. Wet. Hungry.

Shane's instincts kicked in fast.

" Lori, get him down! " – Shane barked, already grabbing his shotgun from his side.

Lori didn't hesitate. She grabbed Carl and knelt in front of Shane, shielding him with her body, one arm wrapped tightly around her son.

" Stay down, baby, stay down! " - She whispered urgently, trying to steady her voice as more groans rose from the darkness.

Boom! The first shot rang out—then another.

Shane took down two walkers instantly, the blasts echoing through the camp like thunder.

Screams erupted as panic rippled through the group.

I turned to Amy, voice low but firm.

" Stay close to Shane. "

Her hand was still clutching mine.

She looked up, eyes wide, fear written across her face.

" What about you? " - She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I gave a small smile.

" I'll be fine. "

Then I pulled away, unsheathing my sword with one smooth motion.

My first senbon flew before the blade even cleared its sheath—then another, then two more.

Each one struck its mark, piercing walkers straight in the eyes. Some dropped instantly. Others staggered forward, arms still outstretched, refusing to die cleanly.

That was fine.

My sword did the rest.

I moved through them like a ghost. Slash. Step. Spin. Thrust. Silent, precise. I didn't hesitate.

Blood painting my face, little by little. Drop by drop.

But my eyes never left her.

I'd glance back between strikes, just enough to see her - Amy - curled close to Shane and Lori, her wide eyes locked on me. Andrea stood nearby, firing round after round beside Shane, protecting them both.

More walkers poured in from the tree line—drawn by the noise, the light, the scent of blood. The camp was no longer a safe haven. It was a battlefield.

I dashed forward, sliding between the closest two. One reached for me - I ducked low, driving a kunai up through its chin into the brain. It collapsed without a sound.

Another lunged. I met it mid-step, my blade arcing clean through its temple. The momentum carried me past, a spin - then back on the offensive.

Shane shouted over the chaos.

" Reloading! "

Andrea stepped in without hesitation, taking his place, her gun cracking loudly with each shot.

" I've got you! "

Behind them, Amy was crouched low, still near Lori and Carl. She hadn't run. She was scared, shaking, but she hadn't moved an inch.

Three walkers broke from the treeline, closing in fast on their flank. Right towards Amy, Carl, and Lori.

Shane didn't see them. Andrea was busy.

My vision sharpened. The world slowed. Every sound faded

I drew three kunai and hurled them overhand in a sharp arc, straight toward the walkers.

But there was a problem. Amy, Lori, and Carl were in the line of fire.

I followed with two more kunai, angled low and fast. They struck the first three mid-flight, redirecting their path.

Metal clanged against metal. The redirected blades curved around the obstruction and found their target, right through the walkers' heads.

All three walkers dropped before they could take another step.

Amy gasped, spinning around to see what I'd hit.

Three walkers lay motionless on the ground behind her—kunai buried deep in their skulls. She turned back to me in stunned silence.

But I was already moving again.

There was no time to rest. More groans spilled from the treeline as fresh walkers emerged. For every one that dropped, another seemed to stumble forward.

Then—gunshots. Loud. Controlled. Familiar.

Rick, T-Dog, Daryl, and Glenn came bursting through the woods.

Rick raised his revolver and fired with deadly accuracy, dropping five walkers in quick succession.

Daryl charged forward. He shot two with his crossbow, then swung the butt of his rifle into the skulls of two more, crushing bone with brutal efficiency.

T-Dog followed behind, firing one clean shot, then ramming another walker into the RV wall and finishing it with a knife strike to the head.

Glenn, breathless but focused, took down two with his pistol, keeping behind cover and watching everyone's back.

The last walker dropped with a final, wet thud. Then came silence. Heavy and sudden.

Rick's voice broke through the silence.

" Baby! Carl! "

Carl shouted back

" Dad! "

They ran toward each other - Carl leaping into Rick's arms the moment they met. Rick dropped to his knees, hugging his son tight, holding him like he never wanted to let go.

Meanwhile, Jim, bloodied and wide-eyed, stumbled back into the clearing from the treeline. He looked shaken, but alive.

And then Amy came running straight towards me.

" Itachi! " - She called, eyes wide, voice cracking with panic.

" Are you okay?! Did you get bit?! Let me see— "

She reached out like she didn't even realize it, hands trembling, checking my arms and sides for wounds. Her breathing was quick, her face pale, and her hands cold against my skin.

She didn't care about the blood - didn't even seem to notice it. It was on her fingers, her palms, smearing across my clothes. But her eyes stayed wide with fear.

" I'm fine " - I said calmly, but her eyes were still scanning me like she didn't believe it.

I didn't move away. Not yet.

Around us, the group was still reeling. Crying. Hugging. Counting heads. The smell of blood lingered - heavy and raw.

They lived.

Amy. Jim.

I changed that.

A small shift in fate.

But enough to matter.

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Author's Note:

Hope you all enjoyed the chapter!

This one's huge again—over 4500 words!

And holy—we're already past 370 power stones! Thank you all so much for the support!

As always, please drop a comment and let me know what you thought of the chapter:

 • Did you enjoy the action scenes?

 • Does the relationship between the MC and Amy feel like it's progressing at a steady pace?

IMPORTANT – I've got some questions for you all!

🟦 Should I include a torture scene later on?I'm thinking of a moment where the MC and Daryl interrogate Randall.⚠️ Fair warning: if I do it, I want to go in-depth and make it intense and realistic - so it would be long.What are your thoughts? Too dark? 

🟦 Should I include SMUT in the future?This one I'm honestly unsure about. I'd only write a few scenes, and they'd be far apart, since not the main focus of the story.I've never written anything like that before, so it might be rough at first 😅But if you're open to it, let me know!

About the chapter itself...

I'm not gonna lie - I struggled with this one.I kept second-guessing whether I captured the characters right, and at times it felt like the pacing dragged.

I rewrote it more times than I can count 😂

Still, I hope the final version worked. If you noticed anything off or have feedback, please don't hesitate to share!

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