EDIT 8/24/21: Hello! The original chapter two has been moved to be what is now chapter three. This chapter two was originally what was half of chapter one in Sasuke's perspective with some of Itachi's own perspective in it! This is part of my current reconstruction of the fic.

[ This chapter has been edited/ fixed as of 8/24/21 ]

Eternal

Part One: Genesis

Chapter Three

Questions

The distinctive thumping sound of a helicopter took over her hearing as she gripped onto the railing of the vehicle. The vehicle, as carefully as it could, landed on the quickly made landing pad within the valley between Mount Poroshiri and Mount Tottabetsu deep within Hokkaido's Hidaka Mountain Range.

Despite the noise, she admired the lush green environment she had seen from above. Mountains sprawling with tall trees and vibrant green leaves as it took in the summer heat. She'd seen the bright blue waters of the river that went between the peaks that had been formed in the earth long ago. It was sad to think that something terrible was happening deep within such a gorgeous landscape.

As the deafening drill of the helicopter's rotors came to a stop, she removed the headphones given to her upon leaving Tokyo and handed them over to the man with his hand out, wordlessly telling her he was who she's to return it to. Sakura did so with a small smile and thanked the crew before she and other members of the team that had just landed were guided to a pickup truck that would lead them straight to the quarantine zone.

She held onto her bag as the vehicle carried them over the rough terrain, much different from the smooth roads she had grown accustomed to in the city. It was a quiet ride, no one choosing to speak. Sakura didn't blame them. Now that they had arrived, the importance of the task ahead of them began to settle in. Not that they weren't aware of its importance to begin with, but their surroundings had signaled them that it was time for work.

Sakura's eyes were on a large, intimidating sign warning those who passed by. "Quarantine!" it read in bright red text.

"Here we are," she heard the driver's croaky voice as the car stopped moving.

Her eyes shifted from the sign to the area in front of them. Numerous white tents and wooden cottages stood behind a quickly made fence, surrounded by people in head to toe sterile gear: sterile gloves, medical gowns, face masks, goggles, hair nets, shoe coverings. There were cottages outside the fence as well, presumably where the researchers and medical teams resided after their shifts.

As she stepped out of the truck, she felt her heart begin to race and a tingle shoot down her spine. The hair on her arms flew up, and a sudden shock hit her system. It was as though someone had tazed her, had held her in place and forced her not to move. Her head began pounding, and her hand quickly held her temple. She couldn't explain the sensation.

Was it nerves? No. She knew what nerves felt like. This felt entirely different.

A chill ran through her body as though it was winter. Her clothes suddenly felt inappropriate for the weather. Her vision flickered. After a blink, there was color, then suddenly it was devoid of any shade of light. She felt her throat constrict, a sudden urge to breathe left her feeling lightheaded. Then, there was the stench. It was suffocating, putrid. Like fruit left to rot in a small room where neither windows nor doors were present for it to exit through. It began to consume her senses. Her vision was blacking out. Her ears blocked out any form of noise. Her mouth was desperate for moisture.

Panic consumed her entire being at that moment. What was this? Was the disease to blame? No, she wasn't close enough to anyone with it to be this affected. And if that was the case, why was she the only one feeling its effects?

She had never felt this much pain all at once. And she never wanted to ever again. Yet, she stood unmoving, unable to grasp her stomach with knots pulling at it, nor her eyes that threatened to bulge out.

It was unbearable.

She felt someone bump into her, and somehow, that was enough to knock her out of the pain, of her trance.

"I'm sorry," the person said and continued walking.

Had they not noticed? Was it all in her head? No, it was too strong for it to be nothing of note.

She took a deep breath, her lungs begging for oxygen.

"Hey, are you okay?" She heard him ask as her eyes stayed on the green grass beneath her feet.

Sakura felt herself reply, but her mind was elsewhere. 'What in the world was that?'

Slowly bringing her eyes up to the people getting out of their vehicles and to the sight in front of her, her mind began to frantically rationalize the sensation. But no matter what her brain tried to come up with, that moment lingered and will continue to do so because deep down she knew she had no idea.

"Nerves settling in, kid?" Villanueva walked beside where she was standing. "I know it's a lot to take in."

It was.

But for different reasons.

The newly arrived crew were told to leave their belongings in their designated cottages and to return ready to get into the tent serving as an anteroom. There, they would put on their sterile gear and are required to meticulously wash their hands and dry them accordingly. As they all finished, a lady with her dark black hair tied up and seen through the hair net she wore appeared and proceeded to tell them the tasks they were given, and which tent their post would be.

Seeing as this was Sakura's first time outside of the university lab to do it, she did so with the eagerness of someone who had something to prove. And she did. She was the youngest one in the whole team, as her stern professor drilled her into knowing prior and during their flight to Japan. She also mentioned just how amazing this opportunity was, repeatedly in fact. And Sakura knew of this wholeheartedly. She wanted to make a good impression, maybe secure a job in the future after graduation.

As they all finished, a lady with her dark black hair tied up and seen through the hair net she wore appeared and proceeded to tell them the tasks they were given, and which tent their post would be.

"And Doctor Villanueva?" The woman said. "Before you head to critical care, Doctor Senju would like to see you and your addition to the team in the briefing tent."

Sakura's breath hitched. She would be meeting Doctor Senju this quickly? She knew they were likely to cross paths and she knew she might even have to speak to the legendary medic, but she hadn't been as prepared as she thought she was.

Doctor Tsunade Senju was a legend in the business and to her. Sakura saw her as an inspiration, as someone to aspire to be. For the longest time, she was drawn to the woman. Her renown in the medical field and her reputation of being a tough woman something she strived to become. But there was something else to her that drew her in. Sakura didn't know what to call it, but it was as if she knew the woman, as if she saw a part of herself in her.

Perhaps she was being too big headed thinking that way, but the thought never escaped her. A sense of nostalgia would hit her whenever she would read about her or see her photo in the news.

"Very well." Doctor Villanueva nodded and motioned for Sakura to follow her to where they were told to go.

In the middle of the area was a tent slightly smaller than the rest. A man stood in front of it, clipboard in hand.

'Must be her assistant?' Sakura asked herself, trying to qualm her growing nervousness. She made a fist, determined. 'No time for self-doubt here, Sakura!'

"Doctor Villanueva and Haruno-san?" The man asks, saying the former's name with a thick Japanese accent. Her professor nodded, and he opened the tent to let them in.

Before taking a step, Sakura held her breath, eyes closed, steeling herself for this moment.

There she was, the living legend herself, Tsunade Senju in the flesh. Her blonde hair tied in a bun, hiding behind a see-through hair net, and purple diamond tattoo on her forehead. She was shorter than Sakura expected, but the aura the woman exuded did make her seem taller than she was. She currently didn't have gloves on, she noticed, likely because she was not in a tent to look after patients. It was required to change gloves every time one had to enter a sterile tent anyway.

But even if that wasn't the case, Sakura would not have put it past the woman to bend the rules. Tsunade Senju has the reputation of being quite short-tempered and blunt, sometimes angering her patients if her patients were as temperamental as she was. There were even rumors of her having a past gambling problem. The tattoo she adorned so proudly in the middle of her forehead was also criticized.

However, even with rumors and a reputation as a short fuse, the Senju was a world-renowned medic with an unwavering faith in her craft, aiding in many medical research jobs, having a hand in solving some of the world's most head scratching medical quandaries, and even coming up with cures to numerous illnesses.

Sakura looked up to her, faults and all, and to be standing in front of her, it felt like a privilege. But she knew now was not the time to get all giddy. She had to show what she was capable of. Especially considering she was the least credible person on this team.

The older woman's brown eyes meet her green ones, and, for a moment, Sakura seemed to have noticed a flash of recognition before it was replaced with seriousness, and Tsunade's gaze went to consider both her and Doctor Villanueva.

'Pfft, get your head out of the clouds, Haruno.' She told herself.

"Doctor Villanueva, thank you for coming all the way here to help," Tsunade finally said, no accent in her voice.

Doctor Villanueva smirked underneath her mask. "Well, how could I deny a request from the Tsunade Senju herself?"

Tsunade let out an amused breath before considering the pinkette beside the American doctor.

She was of average height. Five feet, four inches, Tsunade estimated. And the hair. Not the hair you'd think someone gunning for a job in the medical field would have. But she knew upon seeing it in person that it wasn't chemically changed.

'Interesting,' she thought to herself.

The Sarah Villanueva she knew was incredibly proud. Somewhat like herself, the college professor was tough to impress. And yet, this twenty-one-year-old had managed to get into her good graces. It was enough for her to be curious about the young student, but seeing her name printed in black and white when Tsunade first read the email Sarah sent her caused something inside Tsunade to stir. And that hadn't happened in a long time.

"I was quite surprised to see that you have a student that impressed you enough to bring to something like this," she expressed as she sat down and motioned for them to do the same. "Don't worry, it's sterile. Our new benefactor was kind enough to provide us with a new, state of the art ventilation system to place in our tents."

The two sat down on two of the few chairs that surrounded the table in the center of the tent. Doctor Villanueva took her mask and goggles off, but Sakura opted to keep the mask on and removed the goggles alone. She looked around her for the first time since she entered the tent. Behind Tsunade was a computer, projector, and a white screen. Beside them were desks with some papers stacked on top of one another while others were placed carefully and organized.

"Really? Must be someone with deeper pockets than even you, Doctor Senju." Sarah folded her arms. She did enjoy irritating her occupational rival. Just because she agreed to aid in the research didn't mean that she still wasn't a little jealous of Tsunade's status in the field.

It came to a surprise to Sakura to see her professor act this way. While she was unconventional and had a good reputation in the field, she wasn't aware she knew Tsunade Senju in this manner. Was that how she got her to be a part of this research mission?

Tsunade smiled wryly but didn't reply. Instead she looked at Sakura as she placed her elbows on the table, fingers intertwined in front of her. "You know, when I saw your email requesting a student of yours to take part in this mission, I had imagined someone a little older."

Sakura gulped. 'She didn't know?!'

She turned her head to her professor, her eyes emulating the shock and sudden fear she felt. Of course. That had to be the reason. Why else would they allow someone as ill qualified as she was to take part in this? All of the nerves she fought to quell resurfaced tenfold. She wouldn't be surprised if they put her on the next flight back to the US.

"I sent you her credentials. I think she's quite ready for this environment." Sarah raised a brow.

"Quite? She looks like she just graduated from high school." Tsunade repeated in a tone mixing disbelief and curiosity. "I should have known something was up. When you sent her files, some things were suspiciously missing, including her birth year and her photo. Not to mention, it showed a lack of out of school experience."

"You and I both know you would've asked for it. But what shocks me is that you didn't. Shouldn't you be more thorough in researching the people taking part in this?"

Her professor had a point. With such important information lacking from her file, why was she even permitted? Sakura waited for an answer.

A challenging smile on her face, Tsunade looked at the pinkette. Sakura felt eyes on her and met them with slight trepidation. Her nerves were clear. "I-"

"Just how much faith do you have in this student of yours, Villanueva?"

"Enough to bring her here," Doctor Villanueva replied, arms still folded. "And you read her files. I know you think so, too. If not, you would've said otherwise, or you know, told her to get packing once you saw her."

Tsunade tilted her head, her eyes meeting Sakura's, a challenge brewing. "Then, you won't mind if I put her to the test then?"

Sakura took a deep breath in. This was not how she thought this would go.

She knew something was up. Everything was too good to be true, and yet she took the leap anyway. Though, the fact that Dr. Senju was even contemplating it was shocking, she found her lack of fury at being deceived more mind boggling. She was only twenty-one, an undergraduate without much experience, it's not normal to be allowed into something like this at that age.

It would make sense for her to be pulled out of the team, to be flown back home. Apart from school activities and her volunteer work at the hospital, she had never taken part in anything that was anywhere near the scale of curing a medical emergency of national proportions.

But quite a few things bothered her. Doctor Villanueva was right. If there was anything missing in someone's files, they would ask for clarification or deny the request immediately. Plus, if she did accept it, wouldn't there be someone else checking the request, as well. She's surprised it went past that and that her professor had gotten a response. And yet, here she was, sitting in front of the person she highly admired and aspired to become.

As if searching for something, she looked straight back at Tsunade's piercing gaze. A flicker of something she could not explain passed through the older woman causing her eyes to narrow.

"Go right ahead," Doctor Villanueva said with an air of confidence, almost sounding like she was challenging the doctor in front of her.

Confused, Sakura just smiled, not exactly sure on whether to be scared or excited. But she was here. And if she was being allowed to stay, as an intern of some sort, so be it. It was an opportunity, if not the opportunity.

Tsunade stared down at her new apprentice's background information splayed on her desk. Sarah had just given her her complete files before heading to her post.

Haruno Sakura, twenty-one years of age, Asian-American, grew up in Japan and moved to the States when she was in middle school. Great, almost perfect grades with her professors having absolute confidence in her drive and potential. This was something Tsunade already knew, and she didn't need to look into her file to figure that out. Doctor Villanueva bringing a young medical student to such a high profile, high risk research and medical trip such as this spoke volumes of the doctor's faith in the young girl.

No, she was looking for something else. She knew who this girl was, but she couldn't figure out where and when they met. It was beginning to irk the doctor.

She furrowed her brows, arms crossed, staring intently at the photograph of the girl as she leaned back on her chair.

Itachi Uchiha. So this was why he implored her to accept the request.

She talked about it in passing to the Uchiha, having shared a phone call regarding his donations. The moment she mentioned it, she could hear his interest piqued. It was a surprise to hear him almost demand her of all people to allow a novice to this mission.

But money talked, and the government hadn't given them enough. In fact, it was as though they didn't want the mission to succeed. If so, why had they sought her out? It was frustrating to say the least. Tsunade wasn't about to let them tarnish her reputation, nor was she going to allow the people of this town not to have the answers they were seeking, the cure they desperately needed.

Emerald green eyes stared back at her from the photograph of the young woman in the folder telling her that it was far deeper than that. Tsunade moved her sight from the papers to her phone right next to it. Sighing, she picked it up and began scrolling through her contacts. Pressing call, she placed the phone on her ear, the ringing continuing until she heard his voice. "Hello?"

"So your whim meant something."

"As if you doubted it did."

"I did doubt you. She's basically a teenager."

"You wouldn't have done it if you didn't want to."

"That's because you and your vagueness always seem to come out right in the end." Tsunade sighed. "And watch your tone. I don't care how important you are. I'm older than you, smartass."

"You've met her, then?"

"Yes. Now, tell me what your hunch is."

"I'm still not sure myself. But something tells me we'll know soon."

Sakura was exhausted.

She didn't expect being under Tsunade Senju's tutelage would be this taxing. She'd been going back and forth doing all her bidding, and it seemed like Tsunade was enjoying watching her doing as she pleased.

"Sakura, I need sixty copies of these!"

"Sakura, send these to all of the tents!"

"Sakura, I need more sake!"

Sakura heard she was a heavy drinker but drinking on the job was just ridiculous.

Actually, she thought this whole week was ridiculous.

Tsunade often slept at her desk, and when Sakura would wake her up, she'd be in a foul mood. And although she was thankful and honored that she had suddenly decided to take her under her wing for the moment, she was incredibly strict.

"Sakura, review this medical chart. You have five minutes, then be back here to explain it in detail."

"Five-?"

"You think people have time when emergencies happen? You're down to four and thirty seconds!"

Granted, with the times Sakura thought she was going to die of exhaustion, she'd gotten mentally stronger within the week alone.

Tsunade's teaching method was odd to say the least. It was no wonder she never became a professor. Well, she was one in a European university, but that didn't last that long. Experiencing her teaching methods, it was no surprise it didn't.

But to her own surprise, Sakura caught on pretty quickly, matching the rhythm the older woman had set. It did prove to be draining, yes, but she stopped thinking of it as just that. In fact, after her initial shock, Sakura was determined to prove herself. And while some would say Tsunade's tactics were extreme, Sakura didn't let it bother her for too long. In fact, a strange sense of nostalgia had hit her a few times. That was something she couldn't explain.

At least now, she was given a short break.

Her master, so to speak, had sent her to Tokyo to pick up some classified documents from the Senju Medical Research building. They had sent some tests from the patients in Maisō to the headquarters in Tokyo, and the results were only allowed to be transported personally by someone from the lab or someone working at the research site. Of course, they could have sent them through the internet, but, as Tsunade put it, she wanted to avoid any possibilities of leaks.

Sakura scoffed at this. She knew they had to have a secure private server to send it through, and that this was her way of telling Sakura she deserved a break. She wasn't as subtle as she thought, especially since she told her she could take her time. Underneath that no-bullshit, short-tempered medic, she was a good, compassionate woman.

Though, she did feel kind of guilty to be given this time to herself, even if it was under the guise of importance. She was the least experienced on the trip, and she wanted to improve her skills, her knowledge. She wouldn't be allowed to treat patients herself, and she was the least likely to be in danger from everyone in the site. She was given the opportunity seemingly from a mere whim by Dr. Senju, and yet, here she was on this break.

But with that in mind, a part of her was glad to have a few days to herself. Truth be told, there was something about the site that scared her. It was strange. Until just recently, Maisō was just a quiet village in the mountains. From what she's heard and researched, nothing bad had happened there in a long time until the outbreak. It was heartbreaking to see so many unconscious bodies on patient beds and to have no answers as to what made them get to that state.

Unsure if it was just her that held this trepidation in the site, she spoke nothing of it. But it appeared as though she was the only one feeling such strong negative emotions about it. Maybe everyone was just better at hiding it than she was.

Sakura was walking out of the building, sealed files in hand as she checked her phone for the time.

It was an hour before noon, so she figured it would be a good time to get lunch. But before she could walk off in the direction of the place she had in mind, a luxurious looking black car caught her attention. Men in black suits surrounded the vehicle in stereotypical bodyguard fashion, a single finger on an earpiece and all, as an older man, looking to be in his late fifties, walked out of the car.

Her eyes narrowed. She recognized that man from the news the other night. His graying hair, his cold looking eyes. His arm was in a cast from what the news reported as an injury he had sustained in a game of golf with his son. Sakura scoffed. She didn't believe that one bit.

It was the high profile and widely criticized politician Ito Shimura.

'What's he doing here?' She thought as her eyes followed him and his bodyguards as they entered the very building she had just exited.

Sakura took her phone out, her finger hovering over her new mentor's contact information. Should she call her? Would she even pick up? Maybe she shouldn't speak of it right now. Perhaps she already knew.

She'd ask her questions when she arrived back at Maisō. His presence at the building now answer enough to Sakura's question of Dr. Senju's request that she retrieve the files in person.

The bright rays of the sun shone above their bodies as they lay on top of a large piece of rock that had broken from their fight a few inches away from each other, staring up at the bright blue sky. He felt lighter, as if a large weight had been lifted from his shoulders as he recalled what had just occurred a few moments ago. After years of chasing after him, trying to get him to realize that what he was doing was wrong, trying to get him to come home, it finally seems like that long, grueling mission has finally come to an end.

He felt blood exit out from where his arm should be. He inwardly chuckled at that. Of course, they'd end up losing something, he just didn't think it would be a limb for a limb. But it was fitting, somehow. He always thought of Sasuke as someone who was a rival and a sibling. Seeing him go down the path that he did was painful, especially with how he grew up. Alone, thoughts always going towards the dark past and questions about how and why it had to happen. When Sasuke left, those questions began popping up into Naruto's head again. But instead of focusing on why it happened, he wanted to figure out how. How to bring him back.

And not just for him. Team Seven was his family. Their family. And now that it's over, they can be each other's family again.

Feeling two familiar chakra signatures close by, he knew exactly who they were. He saw Sakura land in front of their beaten up bodies and can barely see her distraught face at the sight they must be at the moment. Her face changed from a look of worry to one mixed with concentration. With that, she got to work, doing what she can to stop the two from bleeding out.

"Thanks, Sakura," Naruto said, looking up at her with a smile. Sakura had healed him so many times, he'd lost count. But this time, she looked different. She still looked concerned, but this time he wasn't the only one she had to heal.

Then he recalled. Just hours ago, she let her words of love, her pleas, be heard, and was replied with a frightening genjutsu. She didn't deserve that. Most people would have turned and left after that, but here she was, doing her best to make sure they're both going to make it out alive.

And they will. Sakura was an incredibly talented medic.

The other man she was healing looked up at her as well. Naruto didn't have to look to see that he was. He wasn't the only one so determined to bring him home and well again. He kind of wished he could see what he looked like. Naruto had dealt with a lot to get him home and to see the proverbial light, but Sakura did as well.

"Sakura..." He heard Sasuke say, his throat clearly dry. "Never mind me-"

"Stay quiet, now." She interrupted, looking attentively at their injuries. "I need to concentrate."

It was quiet for a beat until, surprisingly, Sasuke broke the silence. "I'm sorry."

Naruto smiled. 'Finally.'

"You should be." Sakura's voice began shaking as Naruto saw her shoulders begin to tremble. Tears escaped her lids and rolled down her cheeks. "Really. You idiot."

When Sakura finally finished healing them, they both sat up, all of them looking at one another. Kakashi joined them after watching them silently from the cliff above. Finally, after what felt like forever, Team Seven was gathered. After years of heartache, pain, and moments of desperation and fear, his team, his family, was finally back together.

His eyes slowly opened to the bright rays of the sun entering through his uncovered window. He slowly got up and rubbed his eyes.

"That was weird," Naruto said as he let out a yawn, his words coming off muffled as he covered his mouth.

Staring at the wall in front of him, he began to wonder. He knew Sasuke. He's known him since they were kids. The pink haired girl, her name lost to him, as it had been every time he woke up after having a dream with her in it, he didn't know. And why in the world was Kakashi there?

He knew Kakashi Hatake as his sometimes professor in Tokyo University. He was a big author with books ranging from fiction to political science. He occasionally held classes in TU, and seeing as Naruto had dreamt of becoming prime minister, he decided to listen to this big shot writer's lecture.

The man was usually late, coming up with a bullshit reason every time he came in. And why, even in his dreams, did he have a damned mask on?

As weird as dreams go, this wasn't the weirdest. But he felt surprisingly warm about it. He didn't know why. He looked like he was on the brink of death, and he didn't know two of those people personally to feel connected like that, but he did. Oddly enough.

Naruto shook his head. 'Nope. Don't even think about it.' He told himself, not wanting to rehash the crazier dreams he'd had recently. He had weird dreams like this since he was a child and decided not to think too much of it. After all, that was all they were. Dreams.

'I mean, pink hair? What was she an anime heroine?'

Getting out of bed, he stretched his arms, hearing cracking noises as he did so. He could almost hear his Uncle Jiraiya joke about him getting old and having raggedy old bones.

His light smile turned downwards into a frown. His uncle. It's been a year since he passed. He passed peacefully in his sleep, he was told. But that didn't make any sense to him. He was perfectly healthy. He had no illnesses, if you don't count his perverse mind as an illness. He didn't want to linger on that thought, though. Not right at the start of the morning. Well, noon, if the time on his phone was correct. And it should be considering he had just fixed it.

Speaking of which, it was the perfect time for him to go and get some ramen. He picked up his phone from the bedside table and dialed his best friend's number.

"Yo, teme!"

Sakura walked around the streets of Tokyo for a while, having gone the wrong way from her intended destination, deciding on eating in a quaint little cafe and creperie hidden within the busy city. She sat by the bar seats situated in front of the window as she watched people come and go. Sipping on her coffee as she waited for her meal to arrive, her mind continued to go back to the politician who entered the Senju building as she was leaving. There was no way Tsunade could do business with a man like that, and as she looked into it with a quick Google search, she found out she didn't. At least not publicly.

So what was he doing there?

Did he want a deal with the Senjus? Sakura almost laughed. Like that would ever happen. She was still curious, though.

Ito Shimura had done a lot of terrible things in recent years, and she's still confused as to why he's still in office. He'd been accused of money laundering, tax evasion, and corruption, but the government still hadn't found any solid evidence for it yet, but she definitely wouldn't be shocked if those accusations were correct.

Sighing, she took another sip of her coffee as the waitress brought her food. Sakura thanked her and looked at her meal with a shake of her head. There was no need to worry about things like that for now. It was none of her business. All she needed to do while she was back in Japan was to focus on getting as much experience as she could and work hard.

She picked up her fork and as she was about to put the food in her mouth, she felt someone bump into her from behind, her fork falling onto the table. Irritated, she whirled her head back.

Note:

Surprise! A new chapter quicker than I thought I'd post. It's also the longest chapter so far, and pretty dialogue heavy. We see more of Sasuke, Naruto, and Itachi than Sakura in this chapter, but don't worry, we get more of her in the next chapter seeing as we'll be returning to Maisō! We're getting closer to the start of the real story, another chapter and then things really get moving.

I'm also in the process of moving, so I don't know when the next update will be, which is why I decided to just finish this chapter quickly. I hope it wasn't too bad, and hopefully the next update won't take another two months.

Oh! I have a Twitter page by the way, cxtwithclxws, and a Tumblr, connectedfeelings. I'm very much more active on Twitter though, with a few social media AUs completed on there as well.

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