Category: Fanfic

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…

At an early age, Yata Misaki had no doubt of his place in life. Actually, he wasn’t ‘Yata’ when he had that unwavering confidence. The early part of it started when he was old enough to question his father’s lack of presence in his life – and to understand that he hadn’t been a good…

Note: The first section is based on the Lost Small World manga’s extra story, Unused Tickets 13 Years Old It was after all the cake had been eaten, the decorations were taken down, and Fushimi had gone home that Yata brought up a certain image on his PDA again. It was dark in the room…

There was an odd smell. That was the first thing to break through the muggy heat that had packed itself around Yata’s brain. Exhaustion had finally won out over all the miserable aches and irritants plaguing his body and he’d dropped into the blissful oblivion of sleep earlier. But now, as the strange savory-sweet-but-not-quite-right scent…

Happy birthday to my amazing beta, Maru! This was inspired by your wonderful fic (though I’m sorry mine is so short). Thank you for always supporting me, and I hope you enjoy this! The first time Yata thinks about calling his mother after he’s moved out, it hasn’t even been that long. He’s got Saruhiko…

The Homra bar was already ringing with boisterous familiar voices by the time Yata came down the stairs in his costume. He stepped in without waiting, pleasantly assaulted by the sight of the warmly lit walls as well as the increased volume of welcoming noise. “Yo! Everyone’s here, huh?” “Chitose’s not,” Eric pointed out quietly…

Yata slouched in his seat and scowled at his beer, wishing with all his might that he was somewhere else. Fuck my stupid life. Sitting at the outside edge of a booth full of his friends in a loud, crowded bar wasn’t exactly out of the usual. He normally had a lot of fun doing…

Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YATA-CHAN!!! So much love for you ~ ! The glowing numbers on Yata’s PDA read ’11:50PM’ when he set aside his handheld console, slouching a little on the bed. It was hard to focus on the game. In ten minutes it’d be his birthday, which was normally no big thing – well,…