*stares quietly at computer screen... Waterfalls shoot out of my eyes and my heart sinks into despair*

Woah. Intense. I really think I can appreciate Orochimaru a bit more now. I mean holy shit... Those feels! Woah... Just... Woah...

I decided to read your rendition, because you're you and I like most of what you write. So nice solemn take.

Uuuuggghh... Uuuuggghh. The feels! They overwhelm me. They hurt me, man. They really fucking hurt. Orochimaru, babe. UUUGGHH. -Pained sobbing- I wasn't expecting to you know, FEEL when writing crack, man. Oh, my god I actually wanted a happy ending for them, my own little weirdo Shun and Orochimaru. You hurt me, wyteeth, but I still love you.

I felt sorry for Orochimaru, the poor darling. This futile yearning for the woman closest to him and yet also the farthest. I honestly believe that Shun is capable of love, but it's just that she has no idea what it is and it scares her because she does know that it can hurt her and she doesn't like hurting. She doesn't like feeling. Maybe if Orochimaru did that dramatic thing where he like, took a sword through the chest for her and she'd realise that she unfortunately felt something positive towards him.

Uuugh. This fic was just so beautiful and heart wrenching for me. I love how you incorporated parts that I didn't mention in my fic and how they fit in, if one were to ignore the severe tone difference. I had to read it twice, simply to just take it all in again. I also loved how at the end, it was about his family and how you italicised family. Like Shun did, because there are complexities with the word, I feel. Frankly, I just love it as a whole.

My darling. I think you may have inspired me to write a side oneshot thing where there's a tone of seriousness and they actually have some sort of happy ending. The crack and the noncrack inspired by the crack. I don't even know.

Thank you for reading and consistently reviewing my story. Thank you for writing this. Thank you for existing, like damn. This shit, this awesomeness that is imagination and inspiration that comes with art makes me happy. It seriously does.

I feel like my heart is about to just burst, man and I'm just rambling out shit that probably doesn't make sense. I'll end it here. Ugh. Thank you again. I loved it.