Oh wow, its been some years since I've even looked at this story, or any story I've written and never published. I attempted to read that first chapter, and bro, the cringe. I am unsure if i want to continue this story, as this was a weird love child plot birthed from my 11-13 year old self's (forgot when I published this and I don't fancy having to copy this, go back, come back to this page, paste and continue, so I just put the range) love for Bleach and PoT. I'm in university now with my last two finals being tomorrow, technically( its 1am), and my writing in this story is just making me die with cringe.
My writing has not improved all that much from when I posted this, so even if I do attempt to continue, it probably won't be that much better. I will most likely be scrapping this entire idea about Ryoma and the crew living with Karin (what fantasies went though my young self's mind, I cannot tell you). Additionally, I will need to rewatch the entirety of PoT cause I honestly remember shit from the show (besides Yukimura, cause daym, he fine). A new season of Bleach is also expected to air soon, so expect me to binge-watch the entire show for the 3rd time.
The reason why I came back to this story is because of those fantasies that my childhood gave me (also quarantine. If only gamestop would open for a solid 5 minutes for me to pick up my copy of Final Fantasy VII, I'll be good). I had a true imagination worthy of an INTP, but unfortunately, like one, I don't like doing anything in a timely manner (or with proper grammar and spelling, thank goodness for spell check). I don't mind leaving things unfinished but now that I'm older I believe that I will have a bit more success in writing this, and when I'm old and gray, not be disappointed in myself for not finishing it.
Adios, my weird readers and commenters (let's be honest, who actually enjoyed this cringe-fest?).
This probably didn't really make any sense and I'm not going to bother going back to read it so, I commend anyone who was able to get this far.
In the true fashion of a weeb (here I thought I grew out of this phase four years ago), Ja ne~
AA out