Category Archives: fanfic
These Songs Still I Hear
There was a song his mother used to sing in her high lilting voice, a story about two children lost in the woods, who walked hand-in-hand until they came to rest in the shadow of an icefruit tree and lay … Continue reading
Heat
cowritten with Harukami It was certainly a change of pace that had led Kantarou to tell Youko to not interrupt him as he worked — that was to say, unless it was to bring him fresh paper or refreshments. The … Continue reading
Tactics Noir: The Case of the Missing Moo-Chan
cowritten with Harukami The ceiling fan spins out an uneasy pace, marking each passing second with a slow easy swirl that disperses the cigarette smoke throughout the room but does nothing to actually clear it up. I don’t mind; the … Continue reading
Yearfall
Snow lies in a smooth layer across the backyard, glittering in the fading sun. Kantarou sits seiza-style and holds onto his teacup more for warmth than anything else, watching the steam plumes of his breath drift up and fade. Behind … Continue reading
a thread through spring
Humans are not difficult to understand: they have their desires and their demands, and where they lack the strength to see their wants through they make up for it in stubborn persistence. Or at the very least, intense whining. “Tell … Continue reading
The Shape in Dreams
“The story goes that there was no greater youkai-taijiya of the Heian Era than Minamoto-no-Raikou. The line of exterminators can really be said to start with him. “With only a single retainer at his side, he defeated the oni Shuuten … Continue reading
an offering for the moon
“Put your arms like this.” Kantarou took Haruka’s wrists and pulled them forward, until they crossed around Kantarou’s chest. “See?” Haruka snorted; the breath ruffled Kantarou’s hair and felt warm and damp against his scalp. “What’s the point?” “Eh, the … Continue reading
Between One and the Other
There are things he was made for, but this was not one of them; even if he were not a priest, even if he were nothing but himself, he was not be made for this. Ririn looks up at his … Continue reading
S
Occasionally, Ban absolutely regretted getting into the repossessing business. While there was very little he wouldn’t do for two and a half million yen, dealing with fanatic protectors, HEVN’s outrageous middleman fees, and a bizarrely moody Ginji was almost not … Continue reading
Running Out
cowritten with Harukami Youko hung up the last bit of laundry and watched thoughtfully as Kantarou slowly entered the house again, giving her an absent-minded smile and wave as he went in. His knees were creaking audibly enough that she … Continue reading
Rooftop Sweet
“Ha-ru-ka.” Haruka leaned over and glanced down. Kantarou was holding something in his hands and smiling up at him. He’d learned to not really trust that smile, especially not when coupled with that tone of voice and projecting absolute innocence. … Continue reading
Perchance to Dream
In the Mugenjou, there was no such thing as a full night’s sleep. Even with the protection of your group, letting yourself fall too deeply and long into sleep was close to suicide. After two years, Ginji still usually just … Continue reading
PATH
1. Red Ball Toys are rare in the Mugenjou. You salvage what you can from the junk heaps that have accumulated over the years. That’s just fine when you’re young, and imagination can turn trash to diamonds. Amano Ginji’s prize … Continue reading
Bargaining
“Oh,” said Haruhi. Tamaki, for his part, looked utterly stricken; his face was pale except for the hard high flush on his cheeks, and he was staring at her with something akin to horror. “H-Haruhi,” he stammered, trying to extract … Continue reading
Ordinary Business
The man across from him was large, built tall and heavy in a fashion mostly alien to Japan. He crammed himself into the corner of their wall booth to fit, with his knees rucked up and one foot brushing Akabane’s. … Continue reading
