Just checking in on the interest for this story. It's been forever since I've uploaded and I'm not even sure many people even care about this story anymore. But I figured if even a few people would like this to continue, that'd be enough for me to at least set aside an hour or two every day to write, and then maybe get a chapter out every 1 or 2 weeks.

There's nothing in my life at the moment that I could consider a big enough stressor that it would keep me from at least doing that. Some chapters might not be as long as others but I'd try to, at the minimum, put up quality content.

That is of course only if anyone even cares haha. I might be writing to an absent audience right now... which I could understand. I originally started writing on here because writing was a new passion I felt I discovered, and this felt like an interesting medium to write on. In theory, I'd get to practice writing in different styles and points of view, and work on any weaknesses I had, all while being able to directly communicate with readers of my work to see what resonated with them and what didnt. I wanted people to read my stories and feel quite the range of emotions, like the quiet happiness when reading a cheesy or romantic part, or the playful joy you feel when reading a funny part that makes you actually chuckle, or even the parts that make you cry and stick with you because you really feel for a character and their circumstances.

I had these grand schemes for both of my main stories. I had parts that I knew readers would hate, but was kind of necessary for the story to go where it needed to. I first sat down and wrote down these segments of scenes for future chapters that I can't even imagine came from my fingers. These segments were so great I decided to write whole stories just so that they could eventually end up at those scenes. I was so giddy as I wrote the first chapter of each story because I couldn't wait for the reactions people had when after such a journey, they finally got to those parts.

But writing is hard! Lol, sometimes you write half a chapter and read it back and realize everything after the 3rd sentence just sucks. Or sometimes you write half a chapter, and it's amazing, but then realize that while the writing and the scenes are good, it distracts too much from where the story is supposed to be focused. I read over my stories now and still cringe at the continuity issues and inconsistent pacing. The grammar issues I'll probably fix before I start writing again, because if I read my old chapters again without fixing them I might actually lose my mind.

Anyway, all this is moot if I don't have an audience to write to. I'm not asking or expecting everyone to come back. I just wanted to see if anyone would still be interested if I put in the effort to finish these two stories. Who knows, my passion for writing might be reinvigorated due to this.

Either way, I appreciate everyone who gave their time and decided to read my stories out of all the stories they could've read on this site. I also thank everyone who enjoyed them enough to talk to me about them.

Hopefully, I'll be able to continue this journey with all of you.

Now two quick stories (one RWBY and one Sekirei) so that I still fit in line with the guidelines for this site:

Rwby

"Winter... what happened between you and Naruto? Why does he never come around anymore?"

Winter stopped dead in her tracks. That was a name she hasn't heard in several weeks now. Just as she thought she put the whole thing behind her, Weiss reminded her of how big of a part Naruto had become in their lives. Winter looked at her younger sister, a girl just starting the process to grow into a woman, and debated with herself on whether or not the young preteen would even be able to fully understand. She knelt down to come face to face with Weiss.

"Well, sometimes people grow apart, Weiss. It's just how life is sometimes." It was a safe and vague answer. Winter felt that while Weiss was definitely old enough to understand relationships, she wasn't mature enough to understand the complexities that life can sometimes force into those relationships that eventually cause them to fall apart. That and some answers would lead to questions that she knew Weiss really wouldn't want the answer too.

"But father told me that you two were probably going to get married. Shouldn't that mean that you guys should only grow closer?"

He definitely isn't thinking that now. Of that, I could assure you, Weiss. Winter couldn't help but think. That used to big the running joke in the family. Naruto and her were inseparable, so many of the house staff would tease them about their relationship. Weiss had a puppy crush on him from the first day they met, and would often ask their father he could make him marry her. He would laugh everytime and say that while he would love to, Naruto and Winter were destined to be together, and their marriage was only a matter of time.

Winter looked at Weiss and started to feel guilty. Weiss would always stare at her as if she had the answers to everything. It almost made Winter uneasy when Weiss would look at her that way. It felt like her younger sister was massively overestimating her knowledge and skill, but Winter never wanted Weiss to lose that view of her. It was kind of cool knowing your sister thought of you as some sort of hero.

That being said, Winter knew that if Weiss knew the whole truth, that shine in her eyes when she looked at her would dull quite a bit. Maybe... if she spun it the right way, it would answer Weiss' questions without her going to their father. Lord knows what father would do if he heard anyone talking about Naruto.

Taking a quick glance at their surroundings, Winter decided to try and answer Weiss in a way that prevented the young soul from asking the wrong questions to the wrong people, or prevent her sister from hating her..

"Listen Weiss, what I'm about to tell you, you cannot tell another soul you understand?"

Seikirei

Kazehana had hit a new low. Her first love ran out on her, and her last love was taken by another woman. Maybe love just wasn't in the cards for her. Thinking about it pissed her off. It was the only thing running through her mind during this forsaken hours of the night. She couldn't even recall how many bottles of sake she'd drank, or how many hours were spent with her face-up on the couch looking at the fan slowly spin in place.

Putting a little energy in her lips, she blew softly and watched as an invisible forced briefly nudged the fan to spin faster.

"Why did I even leave that stupid island?!" She yelled into the air. "I should have known things wouldn't be better on the outside. Misery surrounds me like a cursed blanket I can never remove."

It was at this moment that she heard a noise, like the dropping of something lite onto the floor. Twisting in place until she had a better view of the floor, she spotted a small notebook. It was the scrapbook that Matsu made for everyone. She picked it up and started to peruse through the contents, losing herself in memory lane.

There were pictures of everyone smiling and laughing, their was even one of Miya laughing! That used to be so rare! Now, that scary woman pretends to be frail and hides behind that perfect fake smile.

Karasuba could be spotted joining in the various activities too, which something Kazehana actually missed. That small period in time when she wasnt controlled by her anger and bloodlust showed the silver haired woman to be surprisingly delightful to be around.

Everyone else looked about the same as they are now, and Kazehana was hit with a deep wave of nostalgia. Snapping the book shut, she decided to spend some time with her sisters. It's been too long since she last spoke to any of them. With a lazy gait, she sauntered her way out the door and towards Miya's home.

As she left the shadow in the corner of her room dispersed to show a tall blond figure. He smiled as he bent down to pick up the book that Kazehana dropped. He looked through the pictures a bit himself before placing the book back on the table it was on before he pushed it off.

He created a clone, which immediately started the task of cleaning up the messy house, and walked to the door. He gave one long glance at the couch the woman used to occupy with a sad smile.

"One day you'll realize you need to stop suffering in silence by yourself, you silly girl. I'm glad I decided to check up on her first before seeing what the others were up to. Poor thing would've stayed here all day and sulked if I didn't show up."

With that, he walked out with instructions to his clone to get some groceries and put them in the fridge before dispelling.