Category: K Project

He ended up saving the retrieval for last – not only because it was the worst job, but because he didn’t wanna go in with anything of value on him that he’d end up having to replace or pay for. Usually if some punk stole his shit, he could get it back easy enough, but…

The sound of a downpour clattering outside of Yata’s bedroom window greeted him as he drifted awake. It was muggy inside, but not uncomfortably so, and he couldn’t immediately identify where the vague sense of apprehension came from as he groggily turned his head to blink at the view from his bed. He could see…

They found another sun charging spot in the south, after an annoying amount of time spent flying from building to building and a just-in-case reapplication of Yata’s invisibility spell. Generally it lasted all day, but the sun was setting by that point and sometimes twilight and dawn messed things up. It was only a pinch…

Somehow even without removing the moonstone from his pocket and giving it a go, Yata still felt the thrumming energy of the sun beating against his body as he settled on the rooftop of the building that housed the bar. Moreso than usual. So this is it, huh? One of those spots Munakata had mentioned.…

Yata was in a foul mood by the time they reached the elevator. The insignificant weight of the stone in his pocket felt like it represented the unpleasant knot of this unwanted contract and the hassle he was going to have to go through to get it undone. His patience was already at its limit;…

It was cloudy outside, which wasn’t unusual, and there was a mid-Spring chill in the air still. Yata threw a hoodie on over his T-shirt before they left the apartment, but Fushimi seemed more or less indifferent to the weather. “Aren’t you cold like that?” Yata asked him as they turned off the walkway leading…

When Yata drifted awake again, the first groggy thought that managed to penetrate the haze of sleep he was caught up in was that he’d had a really fucked up dream the night before. The second was the realization that he was sleeping on the goddamn floor. And the third was that he felt like…

The mingled warm scents from cooking were still lingering in the still air of Yata’s apartment when he stumbled in, muttering curses to himself and kicking the door shut recklessly behind him. It smelled strongly of caraway with the usual traces of cinnamon, remnants of a dinner thrown together with the goal of the evening…

The marks were on the backs of their hands. More specifically, the hands they’d been clasping as they had sex. It wasn’t until the need to sort out all the gross leftovers from the whole business became too much and they’d started to awkwardly separate that Fushimi had noticed. And Misaki had discovered it at…

Note: This is the SFW version of this chapter. To read the NSFW version (smut), click here. When Fushimi stepped into the grand hall of the hotel that Munakata had selected, he expected to enter a scene like countless others he’d been forced to endure. His presence had been required – by the Captain, more…