the only update today is dedication pages. that’s it.
the only update today is dedication pages. that’s it.
The Angel’s Fall: A Tale of the Planes (Book 2) - Enter Orion
posting a day early so I don’t forget it tomorrow.
Just as I finish typing out the agenda for the Lessons Learned meeting, a shadow falls across my desk. I look up to the grinning face of my boss holding an armload of files.
“Scott, if this is another one of those hell projects, the answer is no. We are not going to launch another SSO project in ninety days. No.”
His smile turns saccharine. He remains his normal, pandering self when he finally speaks. “Sadie, I wouldn’t do that to you again.”
“At least not so soon,” I mumble under my breath.
“At least not so soon.” He says aloud. “But we’ve had a bit of a staff shuffle and this project is going to fall through the cracks if I don’t get someone on it fast.”
“Which project is this?” furrowing my brow I pull up the master schedule.
“The Higgins project. It should be easy. I gave it to Matt but, well…”
I raised my brow. “Quit on you?”
Scott shrugged and dared to look chagrined. “Something about my slave-driving ways. I don’t get why I can’t find a decent project manager. I mean, you don’t have a problem with how I run my business.”
I reach out and take the files. “Yea, well I’m a sadist.”
Mobile tumblr ate my answer!! I’ll get it rewritten in the am :(
Mobile tumblr ate my answer!! I’ll get it rewritten in the am :(
The Angel’s Fall: A Tale of the Planes (Book 2) - Another Day At the Office
yea I know I said “nothing until next year” but this was has been green lit by beta so I’ll pop it out here
t’s easy to forget the simple pleasure of routine when it’s all you have. When the banality of it all weighs on your soul like concrete shoes pulling you to the bottom of the ocean.
The instant your world is shattered. When you learn everything you knew was wrong. That demons and devils do exist and are the victims of thousands of years of bad press. Where you face the terrors that go bump in the night, and they are the people you thought you could trust. That’s when you long for the sanctity and security of routine
I step through the automatic sliding glass doors to the office and take a deep breath. The last week felt like a month. The news was having a heyday with my uncle’s recent death. Conspiracy theorists were screaming murder, stringing together wild theories of turning states evidence for a reduced sentence and minimum-security prison.
I stepped into the elevator sighing as it closed. It was over. I was glad it was over and in my heart of hearts, I was desperately miserable. I didn’t rejoice in his death, but with it, the nightmares ceased. The constant vigilance lessened and for once in my life, I was starting to truly feel safe. Guilt plagued me because I finally felt safe. It wasn’t logical, but emotions rarely were.
The quiet chime announced my floor and the doors opened to the boring eggshell white walls and taupe cube structure. I had never seen anything so beautiful.
The Angel’s Fall - A Tale of the Planes (Book 2) - Prologue
I am MOST CERTAINLY NOT writing….. -.-
I am ABSOLUTELY NOT writing …. nope… I’m not.
The Kitchen is Always Open - Together Again (on Wattpad)
I’m posting the last three chapters today. No previews though. The story is over and this tale is complete. Thank you all for reading alone and for keeping me company on this journey. I appreciate you.
The Kitchen is Always Open - Reconciliation (on Wattpad)
two chapters today because I posted out of order again
Dannie and I sat in my kitchen drinking coffee. The news was spreading like wildfire. Prominent local judge and senate candidate was under investigation for child pornography and trafficking. The political parties were each spinning their tale. One side was maligning “a good man” in the weak attempt to draw attention from the important issues. The other side was ranting on how the corruption inherent in the other party allowed someone this reprehensible into a position of power. I saw it for what it was, posturing.
“Hey,” Dannie ducked their head down in order to meet my gaze, “I’ve not seen Kenshin and Sasuke in a while. What’s up?”
I gave a halfhearted shrug. “Nothing really. We had a falling out.”
“That doesn’t sound like nothing.” Dannie pressed.
I looked at the breakfast bar and imagined Sasuke leaning against it while giving his opinions of the beverages Dannie and I were choosing. “They knew Dannie. They knew that Gus was here. They kept it from me but they knew.”
Dannie’s voice was even when they spoke again. “Why do you think they didn’t tell you?”
The Kitchen is Always Open - His Just Desserts (on Wattpad)
dedicated to those who are waiting for Gus’s Downfall
Gus was smart enough to demand an attorney. He was rich enough to afford the best. He could get out of this. There were plenty of defenses; illegal search, it wasn’t his, they looked like kids but weren’t.
He calmly took the badge number and name of every officer he came in contact with. He was going to bury them all. They clearly had no idea who they were dealing with. The FBI agent, Alex according to his notes, was in the room with a federal attorney, him and his attorney. After he got everyone’s information and wrote it down Gus pointed to the corner and asked: “Who is he?”
The other men in the room looked at the empty corner and back at Gus before replying “Who is who?”
Alex scoffed. “You’re not getting off on some lame ass insanity plea. The evidence goes back way too far for that.”
Mitsuhide’s smile was one of unadulterated evil as he stared at the only man in the room who could see him.
The Kitchen is Always Open - The mighty will fall (on Wattpad)
Where we begin to see the fall of the house of cards
Darren sat in front of his fireplace. Sleep evaded him. It was nothing new. Every night for the past week and a half, whenever he closed his eyes, he saw the devil and felt its claws at his neck. He shivered and reached for the bottle.
“It doesn’t get any easier.” The sibilant voice came from the chair across from him. When Darren looked up, a man in a white suit sat there, legs crossed, studying him with golden eyes.
“How did you get in here?” Darren demanded.
“You did such a good job delivering my message,” Mitsuhide said, reaching for the glass Darren hadn’t bothered to fill. Amber liquid rose in the glass covering the scotch stones. Mitsuhide toasted the other man, took a sip and looked appreciatively at the glass. “You’ve good taste in spirits, messenger boy.”
Darren carefully placed the bottle on the table and sat back. “What do you want? I delivered your message. I’ve stayed away and still you plague me. What will it take to get you to leave me alone?”
Mitsuhide’s gaze slid back to the small-time mob lord. “I have got a simple request, one completely within your skillset. I need you to deliver a message for me.”
“Do it yourself.” Darren reached for the bottle again. Mitsuhide’s hand closed around his wrist.
“I don’t make requests.” Darren watched as Mitsuhide’s horns became visible and his eyes changed. “Let me make something very clear. You and I will be spending a great deal of time together. It will be now, or later, but we will get to know each other very well. I am giving you the gift of choosing when.”
The Kitchen is Always Open - Mapping Her Mind (on Wattpad)
The last few days must be what mortals consider hell. Something was off and for the life of him, Mitsunari couldn’t figure out what. Nothing he did seemed to shake it. Even stopping to eat or finishing his tea before it went cold did not ease the sense that something was wrong.
He decided to set it aside and look into it after dinner. Sadie needed someone to talk to. Her mind was a jumbled mess. Frankly, it was usually a jumbled mess, but the way she retrieved information so quickly when they talked fascinated him. As was his habit, he packed a few books into his satchel and made for the portal already looking forward to the conversations they would have.
The portal was a convenience rather than a necessity. Using it took less of their personal power and meant they could stay on Prime longer. As he turned the corner, he heard a conversation from the room. It was common to have more than one person coming or going from the portal room at once, so the voices were not a surprise. He knew Sadie liked having guests. Right now having more would likely please her. When the voices raised in anger, Mitsunari stopped.
“She told us to leave. You are not going back.” Kosa’s firm tone carried from inside the room.
“She needs someone right now. She should not be alone! You don’t understand. Let me pass.” Hideyoshi replied, raising his voice.
Yoshi was the diplomatic one. To hear him so angry reinforced the belief that something was off. Mitsunari walked into the portal room and placed himself between the two in an attempt to calm the tension.
“Good evening.” He greeted both of them with a smile. “Will you both be joining us for dinner then? I’m sure she’d love the company.”
The Kitchen is Always Open - The Spirit of the Law (on Wattpad)
Morticia Gomez sly grin while drinking tea
“You are troubled, child.” that same voice, the one that I heard so long ago came back to me.
“Yeah,” I choked out an answer to its statement.
“I am having a problem feeling safe."The silence stretched for a bit and I thought I’d get no answer, but the voice came again.
"You are not alone. I know they are with you.”
I let out a derisive snort. “Dannie went home. I can’t keep them here because I’m weak.”
I had the impression the owner of the voice tilted its head. I didn’t realize it before but I was surrounded by the grey, swirling mist now.
“What is this place?” I asked, looking around. I stirred up the mist with the toe of my shoe and the landscape changed. A path made of white shimmering scales stretched before me for a few feet.
“When you have no place else, when your fears seek to overwhelm you, know you are safe here.”
“Yes, but where is here?”
“This is my home.”
The Kitchen is Always Open - Chasing the Snake (on Wattpad)
Short chapter…. two chapters being posted today :D Look at the love :D
“Sir,” Adam called as he opened the door, “We have to leave in five minutes to make the rally tonight.
"I’ll be right there, Adam.”
The young man nodded and closed the door. Gus picked up a folder and dumped it into a shredding bin before sliding his blazer on.
Mitsuhide looked around scanning the bookshelf. Everything is well organized. Nothing out of place. He almost admired this man. He was meticulous. Gus Salizar’s actions spoke of a lifetime manipulating people and situations to his advantage. But he was only mortal. He only had a single lifetime. He would slip up sometime, and Mitsuhide would be there when he did.
For two days Mitsuhide followed Mr. Gus Salizar. He learned the man was a creature of ingrained habit, always left a two dollar tip for the barista at his local coffee shop, ordered the same thing, scheduled his days according to a set pattern, everything was carefully regimented. That told Mitsuhide the man was either ex-military, incredibly self-disciplined or had something to hide.
He hoped it was the third. The third always made things so much more fun.
The Kitchen is Always Open - The trial (on Wattpad)
I wanted to be anywhere, doing anything, that wasn’t being here, waiting. Give me the manual labor of changing my locks. Drown me in the noise of the phone store. I would take anything over the oppressive silence of the waiting area outside the courtroom. Dannie squeezed my hand. I was so glad for their support. They hadn’t left since they received my text message. If it weren’t for their quiet strength I don’t think I’d be here.
“Ms. Mercedes Ortiz?” I look up as the bailiff calls my name.
“Yes, sir.” I fall back on my deeply ingrained manners.
“The judge is ready for you.” He glances at Dannie taking in the piercings and purple hair.
“Is she your lawyer?”
“They are my friend. Can they come in with me?”
He nods. “Just stay quiet during the session.”
The Kitchen is Always Open - Shattered World (on Wattpad)
and because the previous chapter was short, I give you a second
It took an hour for my shaking hands to type out a two-word text message.
I dropped the phone after I pressed send.
It vibrated but I couldn’t make myself reach for it. I knew how long it took them to get to my place from theirs. We’d made the trip for one another many times over the years. So I counted. I listened. I waited.
An odd knock came from my front door.
Tap tap - pause - tap tap tap - pause
I jumped from the couch and answered.
Tap - pause - tap - pause - tap - pause
“Ollie Ollie oxen free.” their voice was just loud enough to reach me.
The Kitchen is Always Open - Aftermath (on Wattpad)
The road to hell is paved with good intentions
“So he chose to ignore my warning and approached her anyway?” Mitsuhide asked.Ieyasu nodded. “For all her fear, she held her own well. For a moment there she looked like she channeled Nobunaga during one of his furies. Royal demeanor and everything."Shingen snickered. "That’s a thought. One Nobu is more than enough. If she can channel him, we’re in for a world of misery.”
“Why didn’t she run? Why didn’t she scream? She could have drawn attention and gotten help. ” Hideyoshi asks.
Ieyasu shakes his head. “It’s not something you understand unless you’ve been there. In this situation, that’s not how it works.”
“Are we going to make good on sending Shingen and Kenshin? He’s been warned twice. Now he’s just tempting fate.” Sasuke observes.
“If you two go, I’m going too,” Masamune says.
“There are still laws. We can’t do anything until asked.” Nobunaga says on a sigh.
“The Pact be damned Nobu! What the hell is it going to take to make you realize she is in trouble.”
Pairing: Mitsuhide/Named OC
Word count: about 2K
CW: Smut, but like diet smut, PG-16 smut
A/M: @forallyourikemensengokuneeds sent me a general request: write me some mitsuhide smut. There is a lot of harder kink stuff out there (I’ve even written some) and it’s all valid. I however, took this request as a challenge to write something that reflected two lovers returning to one another after a forced separation.
Two months. It had been two months. The job that was supposed to have taken two weeks went sideways and got messy. Two months of sleeping on the floor, rubbing elbows with the seedy underbelly of the crime world, and generally being miserable.
Kat dropped her bag in the entryway, closed the door and leaned against it. Letting her eyes flutter closed and reveling in the simple comfort of it. Home. She was finally home. Real food. A hot shower. Her own bed… and him.
She took a deep breath and focused her attention as scents reached her. Sage, thyme, and rosemary floated on the air. Cracked pepper, garlic, and oregano added their notes to the smell of whatever was baking.
His voice came from the kitchen and the tension she didn’t know she was still holding onto melted from Kat.
“Yeah, love, I’m home,” she answered wearily and dragged herself out of the entryway and toward the kitchen.
There he was, sleeves rolled up, silver locks falling over his forehead, wearing her black, white and pink ‘princess’ apron, puttering around in her kitchen.
“You’re cooking?” Kat couldn’t keep the incredulousness out of her voice.
His gold eyes crinkled at the edges as he wiped his hands on a towel. “You’re home.”
“Yes,” she said stepping into his outstretched arms, “but you’re cooking!”
He chuckled and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Don’t give me too much credit, Mouse. Masamune browbeat Nobunaga to find out when you’d be home. All the while I sacrificed my good name to keep Hideyoshi busy. When we got what we needed, Masa showed up at work with a special meal and detailed instructions on how to prepare it. He wanted to make sure I wouldn’t poison you.”
“What are you making? It smells heavenly!”
He wrinkled his nose. “It’s a secret. It’ll be done by the time you get out of the shower. Now go.”
He spun her around in his arms and gave her a gentle push toward their bedroom and the master bath.
She missed him. She wanted to stay with him and talk but the thought of the hot shower was so wonderfully tempting that Kat didn’t resist at all.
She peeled herself out of her clothes and considered burning them as toxic waste before letting them drop on the floor and leaving them for tomorrow’s worry.
The hot water did wonders for Kat’s energy level. Scrubbing herself clean and removing the layers of grime was so welcome. The rats nest she called hair would take more than two washes but the scents coming out of the kitchen woke the beast she called a stomach and her priorities shifted immediately.
After drying off as quickly as prudence would allow, Kat slipped into her sweats and an oversized t-shirt and padded out to the dining room to see what tempting treat her partner handed off to the love of her life.
When she rounded the corner she felt horribly underdressed. The table was set with wine and water glasses, all the silverware, and white ceramic plates with napkins folded on top. A vase with a single rose sat between the two place settings and two taper candles added to the intimate atmosphere of the room.
Off to the side, she saw what was making her mouth water. Lasagna, garlic twists and a mixed green salad. She could kiss Masa for such a thoughtful act. Kat slid into Mitsuhide’s arms and kissed him instead.
“Thank you, love. This is wonderful.” before he could interrupt, she kissed him again. “I know, Masa prepped it, but you cooked it and that matters.”
“Welcome home, mouse. I missed you.”
“I missed you too and at the risk of ruining this hallmark moment, I missed good food too.”
Mitsuhide chuckled as he stepped away and pulled out her chair. “Far be it from me to keep a lady waiting.”
After pushing her chair back in the two sat down to an enjoyable dinner. They talked about light things, what happened in her time away, task forces he was working on, the antics of the rest of the team, anything except her mission. There would be time for debriefing at the office. Tonight was for them.
After dinner, they rinsed the plates and loaded them into the dishwasher. Mitsuhide slid his arms around her from behind and nuzzled the spot behind her ear.
“You know this was just the start, don’t you love? I have a bottle of massage oil that needs to be used and I can feel the knots in your back.”
“You’re going to spoil me Mitsu.” Kat purred as she leaned back into him.
“That’s the idea."
She didn’t miss his smug tone as he led her to the bedroom. Kat slid her hands under the hem of her shirt and Mitsuhide stopped her.
"Let me.” He murmured into the crook of her neck.
He slid his fingers under her shirt and she felt them graze her skin at the waistband of her sweatpants. Slowly he lifted the offending fabric. Each inch was an onslaught. His fingers played her like an instrument. He knew exactly where to touch and how to make her sing. Not content to leave his mouth idle, each whimper or mewl was rewarded with another kiss or nip on her neck or shoulders.
As he lifted the shirt off, Kat sighed in contentment. “Mitsu, this isn’t a massage, love.”
“Do you deny you are more relaxed?”
She flattened her lips into a line knowing that she would not win this argument. “Ass.”
“Yes, yours is perfect. Now lay down for me.”
Kat did as she was told and laid face down on the bed. True to his word, Mitsuhide drizzled oil onto her back. She hissed at the chill.
He began to work the oil into her skin and release the muscles. Everywhere he touched, the oil warmed. Between the pleasing heat and his nimble fingers, the worst of the knots let go. But he was skillful. With every knot he released he did something else to wind her up. A brush of his fingers down her sides, a hum of pleasure at her moan, a nip at her ear as he leaned over her to apply more pressure to a particularly tight spot.
His thumbs slipped under the waistband of Kat’s sweatpants. “These are going to have to come off, Mouse.”
She didn’t need to be told twice and lifted her hips to help him pull the offending garment off. Kat hadn’t expected the gentle bite at her hip nor the brush of lips against her low back.
“Such an accommodating mouse.” Mitsuhide purred as his hands skimmed down her legs pulling her sweatpants down with them.
More cold oil drizzled on the newly bared flesh. Like before, it warmed as he worked it into her tired, worn, and sore muscles. Just as before, Mitsuhide was not content to soothe and relax, every touch had a double purpose. As hands ran over her bottom, fingers dipped between her thighs, close enough to tease and tantalize. Soft promises of what was to come.
He worked down both legs and when he pressed his thumbs into the arches of her feet, Kat moaned.
“I liked the sound of that, what happens if I do this?” He changed the pressure and a shiver ran through her body.
“Mitsu, it’s not nice to tease."
"Consider it a promise of things to come, Mouse.” He said, nipping behind her knee. “Rollover for me.”
Obediently she acquiesced to his request. Immediately she was rewarded with his hands moving up her legs turning her into a puddle. When Mitsuhide’s hands reached her thighs, the pressure turned to nails lightly grazing. The difference in pressure and not knowing what was coming next sent pleasure rolling through her.
“Mit…” that’s as far as she got before his tongue sliding over her core stole the rest of his name from her lips.
“Quiet now, mouse.” His voice was a physical caress, Kat was so in tune to him. “It’s been so long, I intend to take my time.”
And he fulfilled that torturous promise. With agonizing slowness he worked his way up her body mapping every dip and curve. More oil drizzled between Kats breasts. The gasp turned into a moan as his hands and breath warmed it. His hands cupped her breasts and she arched into the caress. His dark chuckle, followed by him removing his hands in favor of more light, teasing touches, had her pouting.
“You’re teasing.” she complained.
“You love it.” He murmured as his fingers found her nipples and rolled them sending shocks of pleasure through her.
Kat let her eyes fall closed and grabbed his forearms to steady herself.
“Open your eyes, mouse. Unless you want me to stop.”
Her eyes flew open and she was so glad. He was such a beautiful sight. Sometime between when they had gotten to the bedroom and now he had removed his shirt. His trousers were unbuttoned and hanging onto his hips offering a glimpse of his boxers.
“Lick your lips like that again, love and I’m going to believe you want me as the main course.”
“Aren’t you always?” Kat purred.
Mitsuhide closed the gap between them and nuzzled her lips. “Masa is going to be dreadfully disappointed.”
The feel of him pressed skin to skin, his lips pressing kisses against her next was heavenly. She hummed in pleasure as his teeth found her earlobe.
“We can tell him dinner was delightful.” Kat managed adrift in pleasure.
Mitsuhide started kissing down her neck. “And this is?” he prompted between kisses.
“Desser-ah!” He took one nipple into his mouth and scattered her thoughts.
He hummed in pleasure putting his tongue to good use before he released her. “Good girl.”
The feel of his finger sliding into her waiting heat had Kat sighing in pleasure. The ache was so much, so pleasurable and not enough at the same time. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she started to move against him.
He shifted out of her reach and Kat almost complained but his thumb found that bundle of nerves that had her clutching at the sheets instead. She barely registered the sound of a zipper before the bed shifted again.
As Kat climbed closer to blessed release Mitsuhide’s touch lightened again.
“Fuck. Mitsu, please!”
“I can’t deny you when you beg so prettily. But everything comes with a cost.”
He removed his finger and before she could protest, she felt the comforting weight of his body against hers. Kat’s arms wrapped around him and held him close.
“I wonder if you can meet the price?”
“Hmm? What is it?”
“One orgasm for every week you were gone.”
She felt his smile against her lips as he slid into her. Their joined moans filled the room.
When he started to move it was slowly with infinite tenderness. Every time he slid home and fully seated himself in her welcoming folds, she clenched down on him, rising to meet him.
Mitsuhide pressed his forehead against hers as they murmured words of love and longing for each other. Each stroke, each separation and coming together was a celebration of them and who they were.
Pleas and reassurances, whispers of love and encouragement, they reveled in each other until their bodies betrayed them and neither could continue.
The dawn light was just dusting the horizon as Kat curled herself into his arms and snuggled close.
“We didn’t get to eight.” she said around a yawn.
Mitsuhide smiled and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, pulling her close and welcoming her warmth.
“We can try again tomorrow.” He murmured.
Tomorrow brought many things, the return of his responsibilities, the realities of both their work. Tonight, in her arms, he could drop the mask and allow himself to be gentle.
I forgot to post this before I went to work. So like, now you have to deal with me posting mobile sorry! The next chapter of The Kitchen is Always Open.
No preview. Sorry.
The Kitchen is Always Open - When you want something done (on Wattpad)
Returning to the hotel, Gus starts pouring over his notes, the photos and the schedule that Mitchell put together. If she hasn’t changed, if the schedule remains just as it was when Mitchell was following her, his opportunity will come next weekend. She goes out shopping on Saturday mornings. It’s perfect. A public place means she’s less likely to make a scene. He just has to hope that she goes alone, or that he can intimidate her new toy enough to get him to leave her.
Gus picks up the photos again. Where has the man in white been? He was there regularly with Mitchell. After he had sent this packet, Mitchell went into hiding. Nothing Gus could do would ferret the man out. He tried. He had no doubt the man in white was responsible for that.
It didn’t matter. These two didn’t know who they were messing with. He was Gustavo Salizar. He owned half of Columbus. He would have his little discussion with Sadie and she would cease to be a concern. Then he would hunt these two down and crush them. Maybe he could turn them then destroy them. His lips curled into a smile as he took a drink of coffee. That was even more pleasurable. Turn them, set them up and watch them fall. Yes, he liked that idea best of all.
Taking out a legal notepad, Gus started to write. He had plans. He needed information. He was flying home on Sunday. There were fundraisers and speeches to attend to. He couldn’t put his election on hold for his niece. He would handle this and move on. Everything tied up nicely in a neat little bundle and he held all the strings, exactly as it should be.
Journeys - The Greatest Story Never Told (Spoilers for quest) (on Wattpad)
what what? two of the leafs have names now :D even if one of them is SO DONE with Naiya’s shit
Relationship: implied Yukimura/Mc
Request: @jennacat84 said “write something where Saizo finds Yukimura as he wakes up half naked in front of MC’s bedroom after being blacked out drunk.
A/N: slightly longer than 500 words (523) but I’m not putting a break because I’m posting mobile. I also haven played SLBP in a fogs age and Saizo in even longer. If act 2 or side events have changed him, I don’t know.
Saizo alighted in the hall next to the sleeping form in front of a closed door. The ghost of a smile played across his lips. Lord Shingen’s birthday party had gotten a little rowdy and he recalled the little lady had turned in early. That’s when the retainers turned on the little lord.
It was good natured. It always was, but you get any number of men and seemingly endless supply of sake and the stories will often turn bawdy. Knowing one in their midst is not only innocent but smitten with the new cook, well that simply provides focus and fuel for the ribbing.
Saizo poked Yukimura’s cheek wondering if he should leave him here for the little lady to find him. What a pair of apples they would be! He imagined her opening the door to find the man she’s smitten with in this state outside her door. He wondered if it would be more amusing to have Yukimura awake or still asleep while it happened.
A faint groan brought his attention back to the form in front of him.
"Saizo?” the blurry eyed Yukimura slurred his words in his half awake state, “What are you doing in my room?”
“Your room, little lord? I think you should look around. I know the night was long but what have I told you about pacing yourself?”
Yukimura sat up rubbing his eyes like a child. He looked around. “Where am I?”
“You fell asleep in the hall, little lord, and in such a state too.”
Saizo’s words brought Yukimura to fully alert. He looked at himself. His hakima was disheveled, one sandal was on the other was on the opposite side of the hall, and his kimono had been balled up into a makeshift pillow of sorts. The realization that he slept sprawled in the hallway in such an indecent state had him blushing to the tips of his ears.
“It’s not all that bad.” Saizo drawled, taking in his surroundings. “Had I know you were into pet play, little lord, I could have given you some pointers.”
He hadn’t thought it possible but Yukimura flushed an even deeper shade of red.
“I don’t even know what that is!”
Saizo pointed at the door behind Yukimura. “It means little lord, that every puppy finds their way home.”
Yukimura turned and his eyes went wide. He’d not only fallen asleep, half naked, in the hallway. He did it in front of her room. He scurried backward as if he were too close to a snake den.
With timing only found in dramas penned by the great poets, the little lady’s door slowly slid open. Her bright eyes looked down and found Saizo’s before sliding to Yukimura. Her eyes went as wide as his had.
“L-Lord Yukimura!” she stammered before slamming the door shut again.
The little lord looked ready to melt into the floor right there. He clutched his kimono to his chest like a woman who had been walked in on while dressing.
Awake. Saizo decided. It was far more entertaining to have the little lady find Yukimura while he was awake.
The Kitchen is Always Open - The Council of Four (on Wattpad)
Just when we thought all the players were on the field, we meet the Council of Four
“Ah! We could all make it! Excellent.” he says, smiling at the other three.
“Enki! You know we wouldn’t miss this for the world.” The woman says wrapping the newcomer in a hug.
“Malcanthet, you’re just trying to distract me so you can get revenge for the trouncing you got last week!” he replies and wraps her in a hug, nipping at her neck and causing her to shiver before she steps away.
“You wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The four move around the table, with Enki sitting opposite the man dressed in white. “Elohim, it’s good to see you.”
Elohim smiles an impish smile “What? No kiss for me?”
Enki quirks a brow. “Finally taking me up on my offer?”
“I know that would put the balance at risk, though I believe it would be entertaining to watch.” The gaunt humanoid takes his place opposite Malcanthet.
Journeys - The Truth Better Concealed (60-70 bard job quest spoilers) (on Wattpad)
Published this yesterday but it didn’t post well because mobile.
The Kitchen is Always Open - Boons, Bonds, and The Law (on Wattpad)
The end is nigh crew!! after this we have two more weeks of daily chapter posting and the story is over! If you’ve hung out with me during this wild ride, thank you. I appreciate you so much. Once I finish the story I think I will have many - MANY - dedications to add to it and then I (think) I can put it to bed.
Maybe I’ll start on Angel’s Fall in the new year. Who knows :D
We get it. Kenshin cut in impatiently. This is what Shingen just said. We’re learning nothing new.
Mitsunari favors Kenshin with an impassive stare that speaks volumes before continuing in a flat voice. “That is not the part we’re concerned with. We all know what happens when we’re summoned and imprisoned by those who wish to compel us. But that doesn’t apply in this situation, does it? I mentioned it so that we were all on the same page. Might I continue?”
Kenshin narrows his eyes but says nothing more. Sasuke hands him a cup with sake.
Mitsunari continues. “Should such succor or asylum carry no such compulsion or command, the aforementioned rights are forfeit. The only qualification is the boon be within the power of the autochthon.
Furthermore, the Dominions, Principalities, Powers and all other denizens of Heaven and Limbo are barred from any attempt to provoke the parties so entrenched.”
Silence falls on the room as each of the assembled devils and demons stare at Mitsunari.
“The second provision is what we are dealing with when it comes to Sadie. In normal language, it has no time limit and neither the demon, devil nor mortal can be punished by angels or justicars.” He pauses to let that fact sink in before continuing. “Sadie can literally ask for anything and there is nothing anyone in all the planes can do about it, assuming it was within our power. Theoretically, not even the Council of Twelve could stand against the boon unless it would do something to destabilize the planes.”
Journeys - The Story of Dolorous Bear (on Wattpad)
Premise: Sidequest lore
A bard, who has long grown bitter, is asked to regale the next generation of adventurers with the stories of her travels. (There will be spoilers where they need to be and they will be called out. The stories may be slightly different from canon as they are told from the point of view of one who never wanted to be a hero. Her story starts long before Eorzea, but this is what she is known for here.)
The Kitchen is Always Open - Gang aft agley (on Wattpad)
The office was tucked away on the side of the loading dock of the empty warehouse. Pre-dawn light was visible through the high windows. The chatter of a police radio was the only sound in the cavernous space. Gus glanced at his watch then at the bed of the opposite wall. His delivery was late. He hoped to have her here when the second group met up with one of the men in the pictures. She was supposed to listen when the police found the bodies.
He would remind her how all of this could have been avoided if she followed orders. If she would have only come when he reached out to her the first time. If she hadn’t been so stubborn and headstrong, they would never have been hurt. It was all her fault. She had no one to blame but herself.
Gus glared at the still empty bed. His plan was ruined now.
The radio chatter changed. There was urgency in the call even though the voice was clear and level.
“Seven-three-two, we have a ten fifty-two at Magnuson Park.”
Gus looked at the radio. At least one of his pawns managed to get something right. Darren was a problem for tomorrow. He lifted the glass with ice and scotch in it. Might as well enjoy what pleasure of a job well done.
“Confirm seven-three-two, ambulance en route.” The police dispatcher’s voice echoed.
“Make it more than one. We have five individuals.” The glass was halfway to his lips when Gus stopped. The police officer continued. “All severely injured. Mostly broken bones by the look of it. Nothing life-threatening. One needs some serious help.”
The Kitchen is Always Open - Into the Viper’s Den (on Wattpad)
To celebrate FINISHING the book today (at 55K words) I am going to post another chapter. I asked my FFXIV team whether I should post the remaining chapters all at once or make you guys wait and post them a day at a time, they said a day at a time. Sorry :D
The apartment is still and quiet. There is peace in the stillness. Darren knew the layout of the place. He memorized the map he’d been given. One resident. A girl. A quick smash and grab. Deliver her to the warehouse on the far end of Greenlake and he’d be done. It was a clean, routine job. Hell, he didn’t even have to break in. His client gave him the key to the place.
He probably should have asked why this particular girl was so damn important. She was outside the usual tastes of this group’s clientele. By the picture alone she was too old. But there was a sum of money that crossed the “paying you to not ask questions” line and the old guy paid it.
Darren was going to deliver the goods and disappear for a while, nice and quiet like. His instincts said there was going to be fallout from this and he knew better than to be around when it happened. His organization already had a purge thanks to the cops and their taskforce. They could stand to lay low for a while.
Quietly, he slipped the key into the lock, opened the door a fraction and felt for the chain he was informed would be there. It wasn’t. Even better. Maybe she forgot about them. He liked it when his quarry was innocent, arrogant, or oblivious. It made his job easier. He wondered which one this one was.
Darren opened the door just enough to slip inside and closed it behind him. He gave himself a moment to adjust to the darkness and looked around. Her room was down the hall and to the left.
He took three silent steps forward. The realization he hadn’t lost his touch made him grin. He listened for three breaths to guarantee he heard no movements and went to step into the hall. That’s when he felt the three claws at his throat.
“Well, well, well. Someone delivered a mouse into the snake’s den.” The voice was cold, calculating, and utterly in control. For a moment Darren’s rage burned at the thought he’d been set up but the voice continued, every syllable like poison dripping into his ear. “I haven’t eaten in days. I’m feeling a bit peckish.”
The Kitchen is Always Open - Promises Kept (on Wattpad)
short chapter today. I may post another one later. I’m distracted and trying to get 4500 words done today so I can catch up to reverse nano while helping sprouts through MSQ…. so yea.
When Mitsuhide returns to the feast hall he opens the door slowly. The hall goes quiet at the anger rolling off the devil. He was the patient one, the one who bided his time. Gold eyes swept the hall dismissing the occupants one after another. He was looking for one specific devil.
“Where is Masamune?” his tone is level, cold, and measured.
“Behind you.” The chipper answer was at odds with the cold cruelty radiating from Mitsuhide. “What do you need?”
Mitsuhide spins. Teeth clenched, he growls an answer. “You. Come.” He walks away from the feast hall.
“Me? For what.” Masamune asks genuinely curious, falling into step nonetheless.
The playful glint in Masa’s eye dies instantly. “He’s made his move.” When the other man didn’t reply, Masa nodded. “Where do you need me?”
“Get your bike. You’re going to be a decoy.”
As the two devils walk through the halls, their forms shimmer. Masa is wearing his black leather motorcycle jacket, jeans, engineer boots, gloves, with his helmet in his hand. Mitsuhide’s clothes change to a close-fitting white version of Sasuke’s ninja-like garb. The arms and legs are wrapped close and tight. He eschewed the headgear and his white top was trimmed in purple and gold.
When Mitsuhide finally spoke, his tone was clipped. He gave orders and stated facts. “I’m going to Sadie’s.”
The Kitchen is Always Open - When Words Are Hidden (on Wattpad)
Mitsunari absently reaches for his tea as he unrolls another scroll. How many has he read now? How many more are in the archives? Why is everyone all of a sudden interested in contracts and contract law? What does that have to do with boons?
He stops his eyes going wide. That was it! That was why he couldn’t find what he was looking for! He’s been researching the wrong thing. This wasn’t about contracts. It was about boons. Like a man possessed he digs through scroll after scroll seemingly finding the information he wants on each one immediately. Now that he knows what he’s looking for, the answers can’t hide from him.
Three months. Never more than three months, but not because of a law, simply because there is no precedent for it. Humans have simply never taken more than that to request their boon. Ever.
“Seriously? In the whole of recorded history contained in Hel and the Abyss, not one human has ever taken more than three months to request a boon?” he mumbles the question to himself. He knew their Princess was unique, but something about this just struck him as beyond the realm of possibilities.
Still, this information may be enough to calm the devil king while he did his own digging to satisfy his curiosity. If he was wrong, he hadn’t kept the information from Nobunaga. If he was right, he’d have the evidence to present with his findings