An attempt to edit canon, also for some plotholes and problematic depictions of women, but also to complete the story after the end of the manga.
Rikuo
A rewrite attempt focusing on shortening the timeline and forming a cohesive story centered around defeating the black-clothes men and what happens after.
Shinichi
A single fanfiction of the webtoon Flow, starting where the epilogue leaves off. Contains serious spoilers, read the webtoon first (I promise it's gorgeous. T-T).
Harin was looking down at her phone, tapping out a text to her dad when suddenly… BAM! Something slammed into her, causing her to fall backwards hard. That was going to leave bruises everywhere for sure. She looked up and saw a motorcycle, some kid with dorky goggles over his helmet looking at her casually. “Ugh seriously!” She snapped at the weirdo. “Watch where you’re going! You’re lucky I’m strong! What would you have done if you’d hit a kid?” The asshole just kept staring at her silently through those dumb goggles, pissing her off even more than the physical injury had. “Hey aren’t you going to apologize?! Are you ignoring me?!”
She was just about ready to get up and start beating this guy up, when he finally spoke. “You’re the same as ever.”
Excuse him? She didn’t know who this guy was or what he was talking about. “WHAT?!”
He pulled off his helmet to reveal sandy hair and warm brown eyes and smiled at her. “Hey, Harin.”
She blinked at him in confusion a bit, then she jumped up and grabbed him by the lapel. “Hey asshole. You want to die?”
The boy spluttered and held up his hands, as she was holding him a little too tight, so that the collar of his jacket was choking him a little. “H-Harin wait. Lemme just-“
She glared into his face. “Who do you think you’re talking to, ah? What are you, a cat? You run into a tiger and you don’t even apologize. You’re asking for it aren’t you?”
“Actually, Harin.” He choked out, and suddenly Harin felt herself being pushed back by his Ignition. She let go and fell on her butt again, and when she looked up this time, a bigger insult was waiting for her than a careless cat on a motorcycle. The White Tiger stood protectively in front of the boy, staring her down, practically mocking her.
Harin went speechless, blood draining from her face, as her every worst fear was confirmed. She wasn’t the White Tiger. She had failed her family. Instead this flaky-looking cat who she vaguely remembered as Ryun’s friend had taken the role that she should have been born with. He reached out a hand to help her up, letting the Tiger fade again, but she slapped it away, gritting her teeth and looking down so the tears of shame wouldn’t come to her eyes. “Don’t touch me.” She snapped, before pushing herself to her feet. Ahh, it was too early in the day for this. Just way too early. She turned to walk away but the boy called after her.
“Harin.” She stopped but didn’t turn. “I’m sorry.”
Whipping around suddenly, she pointed a finger at him, though it wobbled with rage. “You shut up! And don’t ever appear in front of me again!” She turned around again and stomped off angrily, refusing to cry. She didn’t see him smile in the slightest expression of fondness, no intention of listening to her at all.
Every one of Harin’s footfalls was heavy against the floor of the hall. Everyone she passed steered clear well before she came into sight, because her stomping was shaking the halls. Whateverhisname in her school? In her school?! That fake White Tiger or fake cat or whatever he was. And what was worse, he’d instantly gone off and started talking to some like old friends. He’d ingratiated himself seamlessly with the rat and the recently unpopular chicken, and made his own group of really annoying yet very powerful misfits. All of that was bad enough. But the worst part was-
“Harin!” The tiger spun around and kicked with all her might, correctly recognizing that annoying voice as Irang’s. He dodged with a yelp and she clicked her tongue audibly. He was getting good at dodging her strokes of violence.
“What do you want?” She asked, somehow towering over him, eyes blazing as hot as her red hair.
He laughed awkwardly, neither mocking her, nor seeming particularly upset that she’d just tried to add a hole in his stomach with her foot. He’d been doing this every day since he’d gotten to school. She really didn’t need his help making her life hell now that her father had found out that a White Tiger had appeared from the middle of nowhere. It wasn’t like he punished her for it. He didn’t have to for her to feel the disappointment leaking from him every day. And it was all this asshole’s fault. “You left your notebook in the classroom.” He said, holding it out with a smile.
She scowled and snatched it from him, before turning back away to keep stomping off, but then she paused and turned to give him a hard kick in the shins. He didn’t manage to avoid this one, and it was oddly satisfying to leave him behind her, hopping around on one leg swearing from the pain.
Irang watched her go with a mixture of frustration and amusement. He’d known she’d be angry upon finding out, but he hadn’t figured she’d do everything she could to avoid him, making it impossible to talk to her altogether. He wasn’t expecting them to become best friends instantly, but it was hard to give up on the person he knew she was, if she just let down her guard for a moment. He sighed heavily, still clutching his leg.
“Yah. You sure you don’t just like pain?” Irang turned his head to look at the speaker. Ryun was looking at him almost pityingly. While Harin had been quick to protest about Irang entering the school, Ryun had gotten over his shock relatively quickly and accepted him naturally, even despite the changes he’d obviously noticed in Irang’s behavior after his brief disappearance. As expected of the best friend. It was hard to keep the truth about the snake from him.
Irang shook his head and put his bruised leg back on the floor. “Nah, it’s not like that, Ryun.”
“Then what is it?” The dragon asked back, clearly nonplussed, as he slung one of Irang’s arms over a shoulder to help him limp to the infirmary. “Harin hates you. For… a lot of reasons. What’s so important to risk getting that scary chick mad?”
Irang looked up from his leg to where she’d gone down the hall. She was already out of sight, having stormed off furiously, but he couldn’t stop himself from looking for her through the crowds anyways. “Why do you need to sacrifice yourself…?” “Did I look happy?” “Thank you for seeing my happy future for me…. Go back to your time now.” He’d never gotten to say what was really important. There was so much this time’s Harin didn’t know about her own strength, about how much she had saved him. He shook his head and muttered quietly so even Ryun could barely hear him. “I just have to tell her something.” He looked up at Ryun then, smiling what Ryun thought was the saddest expression he’d ever seen on his friend’s face. “It’s too important for me to give up.”
“Let’s win the ranking battles.” Irang wasn’t totally prepared for the look the chicken cast him, which would really best be described as “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?”
“Okay.” Yuseong, on the other hand, said quite calmly. “But if we win, let me meet the Blue Dragon.” Oh right, this had been the same condition he’d given the first time around. This time it made sense, but when he thought about it, how had Yuseong known he was a child of one of the Four Guardian Gods back then? Even he hadn’t known. He almost opened his mouth to ask, but this time’s Yuseong wouldn’t know that. He didn’t notice the rat eye him suspiciously as he frowned thoughtfully to himself for a moment, unaware that his friend had an idea of what might have happened. Just maybe.
The chicken interrupted both of their musings. “What are you talking about?! Just because you’re the White Tiger and all, doesn’t mean it’s going to be easy to win the ranking battles just like that! Do you even know what the ranking battles are?”
Irang looked both of them up and down before finally deciding to say, “Well, I have an idea of what the battles are going to be this year.”
Euijin frowned, “How do you-”
Yuseong interrupted him unceremoniously, “Alright. I had a plan in mind for how we were going to win, but whatever you know will be helpful.” He ignored the chicken yelling at him to not just talk over him.
That was a week ago.
As far as he was concerned, Yuseong thought he’d taken Irang’s cryptic nonsense pretty well in stride. But this? This was a bit much even for him. He, and everyone else in the arena, was staring at Irang in slack-jawed surprise. The three of them had made it to the final round, by some miracle defeating Ryun’s group, and found themselves facing off the big cats clique. But right before the match was about to begin, Irang had, without consulting either of them, looked straight forward at the group and called out, “Hey, Harin!”
The tiger had just scowled mightily at him and asked, “What?”
His face had been totally serious as he said the strangest thing anyone could possibly imagine. “If we win, invite me to your house.”
That was where all of them were, including the referee, staring over at Irang. Harin and Euijin recovered at about the same time.
“What do you think you’re talking about?!” Euijin asked with a horrified expression.
At the same time, Harin demanded, “WHY WOULD I DO THAT?!”
In the stands, Ryun burst out laughing, and he wasn’t the only one. Jiwon and Dawon moved closer to the center and started snickering. “Oh, since when were you two that close, huh?”
“I bet uncle would be pleased if you brought the White Tiger home.”
“Is he going to officially greet uncle as a future son-in-law, huh?” Both Irang and Harin flushed. Irang remembered them talking about him and Harin eloping last time, so he was prepared, but knowing that in another life they would have gotten married, and considering the way he felt about her now…. Harin, meanwhile, looked more angry than shy. She turned around and slammed her fist straight into Jiwon’s gut. The leopard fell to his knees, gasping in pain.
“I told you to shut up and leave me alone, didn’t I?! What is your problem?” She asked Irang, glaring down at him. It was frustrating that she was still so angry with him, but after wracking his brains, this was the best idea he’d come up with for spending some more time with her.
Smirking at her, Irang asked, “What, you scared you might lose?”
“Oh, you asked for it!” Fire began blossoming around her without the referee still officially starting the match, and both Jiwon and Dawon backed away. Euijin had been looking back and forth between Harin and Irang still nonplussed, but the fire convinced him to back up as well. The referee hastily announced they were starting and scurried out of the way. And Yuseong just sighed and shook his head, resigning himself to the match being a slugfest between the two tigers. This was going to be something to see, but Irang really owed him an explanation.
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