Category: K Project

Note: This is the NSFW version (smut) of this chapter. To read the SFW 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,…

The rest of the house felt unreasonably quiet when Yata slunk out of the bathroom. Not that it was ever quiet there – the sound of some kids’ program on the TV and the shuffling of movement in the kitchen were like nostalgic background noise. But considering everything that had just happened, he was kinda…

“Yata-san…” Kamamoto’s voice broke into the intense staring match Yata had started with his PDA. His friend offered a sympathetic sort of half-smile when he looked up. “You’ve been frowning like that for a while now. Can’t be that hard a call to make, can it?” Yata scowled back, frustrated, and let out a sharp…

“Chase after me…” Those words – now a memory from several months ago – were playing over in his head as Yata pushed open the door of his tiny apartment, trudging inside in frustrated defeat. His shoulders were already slumped, and as the rest of the world was closed out behind him, he shut his…

The glowing numbers on Fushimi’s PDA read ‘1:15’ when he checked it as he left his dorm room. He clicked his tongue, letting his hand fall to his side heavily before sliding the device back into the pocket of the slacks he’d pulled on. Above his head, one of the faulty hallway lights buzzed spitefully…

It wasn’t the flawless red of Anna’s fresh Sword of Damocles that stuck out in Fushimi’s mind hours later, though the lingering memory of fire blazing up through the scar at his collar hadn’t quite faded despite everything. He lifted his fingers from the keyboard of his laptop and reached up to slide them under…

When Yata opened his eyes, there was a sluggish feel to it, as if he were doing it underwater. His vision was blurry at first, but he had the impression of laughter and warmth. Ah… I’m at Homra. “Back with us, Yata-chan?” Kusanagi’s voice had a note of fond amusement in it; when his vision…

One of the things Fushimi learned shortly after taking over the position of commander of the Special Operations Squad was that Scepter 4 had bi-annual conferences with the prime minister’s office. It wasn’t terribly surprising; despite the fact that the Gold King – and by extension Scepter 4 – maintained autonomy over the country’s actual…

“You’re looking tired, Yata-chan,” Kusanagi remarked, breaking Yata out of the half-doze he’d fallen into in his seat at the bar. When he looked up, a wry smile met his gaze, the reflection of the afternoon sun and the colors from the moving walls glinting from the sunglasses above it. “Sure you don’t want to…

It was a late October afternoon when Yata flung open the door to Homra bar enthusiastically, not minding the various scrapes on his arms and legs from the latest scuffle. Some of the chill that was starting to fill the air with fall setting in wafted into the building behind him, snaking around his legs…