What happened to that post about Rick and Morty season 3 premiering in a few months? Was it confirmed false?
It wasn’t exactly confirmed false, but it wasn’t confirmed true. There have been many articles circulating around the net, going off of speculation and giving false dates/false hopes. I’ve had a total of 3 different articles sent to me by three different friends going along the lines of “October 28th, oh man July 27th guys”, and “February next year!!!”. Its gotten to a point that I will not believe anything about Season 3′s release date unless it comes from the Official Rick and Morty Twitter, Justin & Crews’ Twitters, or Erica Hayes’s Tumblr.
How about this prompt? Izuru saves nanami during her execution and patches her wounds
A/N HOPING INTENSIFIES for the next part!
Healing - part 3 of Nanami’s IF
Nanami was slowly but surely recovering.
She had been on the brink of death or rather, she was dead until she had been brought back to life by Kamukura. That was the crucial point. Everything after that wasn’t as essential. She would recover naturally even without supervision because of how properly prepared her set up was. There was no need for a helper at all even if there was an emergency.
So why was Kamukura still here?
He had provided her with everything she needed so she could handle all of it on her own and yet here he was, needlessly assisting her. If you could call this assistance.
“There! All done!” Nanami huffed proudly.
“What’s the point of this?” Kamukura deadpanned. “What do you hope to gain from this?”
“Hm…” She pondered on his question for a bit as she tilted her head. “When you put it that way, you make it sound like everything has to have a reason.”
“A logical reason.” He corrected her.
“But if everything was ruled by logic then I don’t think that would be a fun world.” She explained with carefully chosen words. “I don’t think everything can be even explained with logic. And a lot of what we do aren’t logical at all.”
“Like what you did just now?” He raised an eyebrow at her.
“Like what I did just now.” She affirmed him. “To answer your first question, there’s no deep purpose behind this. I just felt like it!” And then she smiled brightly at him. “Besides, I think it looks good on you, don’t you think so?”
Kamukura didn’t need to look in a mirror to know that Nanami had styled his hair… again. This time she had braided a few thick locks and tucked it in intricately so that it would form a crown. She looked absolutely thrilled over her latest work. He couldn’t quite sympathize with her joy but nonetheless, he let her have her fun.
“What I think is irrelevant. Perhaps on certain standards it does suite me but otherwise on others.” He commented with a straight face.
“That doesn’t sound right to me.” Nanami objected with a slight frown. “Don’t act as if your thoughts don’t matter because they do! They matter. You matter!”
He eyed her levelly. He couldn’t understand why she was so invested in this and why she was putting in so much effort for him. “Whether they matter or not won’t change the fact that this is boring to me.” He paused and then asked her with a flat tone, “And… what do you think you’re doing?”
“Hm?” Nanami was playing with his her again. “Oh, I just thought you might like it better if I did a different kind of braid.”
“That’s not what I meant.” He objected stoically. “I already told you before that this is pointless. I plan to have my memories of you erased after.”
A pregnant pause passed between them.
“I know…” She said quietly as her fingers tenderly brushed through his thick hair. “I know.” She repeated with more sorrow. Her smile had lost its luster. “It kind of hurts that you want to forget about me again.” He felt her lightly tug at his hair. “But you have your reasons, right? Even if you don’t tell me, I’m sure they’re good reasons.”
“I’m not as good as you think I am and I’m not the person who I used to be.” He clarified. He didn’t know what he hoped to achieve by saying this but he also knew that a small part of him didn’t want her to get her hopes up for reasons that still alluded him.
“I know and understand that, Kamukura.” She agreed with a morose smile. It was the same smile she’d have whenever she used his name. A melancholic smile that invoked something within him though what he’s still uncertain of. However, she sounded more certain than he was. “But you saved me and that has to count for something, right?”
And that’s the thing. Kamukura still doesn’t understand why he had chosen to save her. It was the most unpredictable thing he has ever done in his entire existence and he has yet to comprehend an analysis of it.
“I’ve decided to believe in you.” She declared with unflinching resolve.
“…A rather poor decision really.” He commented levelly. “How illogical of you to come to the conclusion of trusting me. Me who had been an accomplice in orchestrating your demise.”
She almost winced when he had said it so heartlessly but that didn’t make her waver at all. “Well not everything has to make sense.” She pointed out and there was a certain glint in her as she questioned him, “Have you figured out why you’re still here?”
Kamukura’s eyes widened in surprise. Of all the things she could ask him, he had chosen the one question he had yet to find an aswer to. He opened his mouth but no words came out. “…”
“Thought so.” She said with a triumphant smirk. “I know you could leave me anytime but you’re still here keeping me company so…” And then her smirk had softened into a smile as she took his hand in hers and said, “Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for staying with me.”
Kamukura could not understand why at that moment there was a distant feeling faintly resurfacing from within him. A nostalgic yet forgotten feeling… perhaps, the ghost of a memory.
“Let’s make lots of fun memories together, okay?” She smiled brightly at him.
He shook his head as he composed himself and pushed down the foreign feeling. “How meaningless. I’ll have them wiped anyways.”
“It’s okay if you don’t remember because I remember.” Her smile had a certain tenderness at the corners of her lips as she spoke, her words sounding like a promise, “What we shared together will continue to exist.”
Kamukura’s other hand instinctively went to his pocket where her hairpin was.
“…We’ll see about that.” He replied as once again he was reminded of the experiment he was setting up. If her feelings and hope could save them then… that was something he would test later. But for now, he decided to stay here for a little while longer.
In this moment where they both exist. They exist and they’re taking it slow. Slowly but surely.