Fernando turned to see who’d tapped him, though he’d half-guessed already. It was the beautiful girl from the dance floor. Up close, she looked every bit as lovely as she smelled. Her eyes were blue and electric, her rosy lips framed in the most luscious pout. She was slender yet shapely. Cream-complected. She wore a
SessKag Series: The Pact, Part 159
Standing on that weedy pavement in the baking sun, Kagome stared at this unlikely place where her life in the Modern Era had changed forever. Having learned from her mother the name of the medicine she’d need to save Rin, Kagome had come here, to buy it illegally from Tachiyama-san, a pharmacist and old family
Bane of Blood: La Gorgona, Part 34
It was quieter and less crowded up on this second floor, if only by a little. Taking a quick look around, Fernando gestured to Tito and Pepe. “Go find us a table. I’ll get us some drinks.” Nodding to him, the two took off. Shed of them for the moment, Fernando made his way over
Other IY ships I like
Got a question recently on KouKag and what other IY ships I’m interested in, so thought I’d make a post about it (thanks, catmechanic!). While SessKag has been my go-to ship for many years now, my very first IY fanfic ever was Frailty, a NarKag fic. I first published it back around 2009 on FF.net,
SessKag Series: The Pact, Part 158
Even a day later, as Kagome touched down on the other side of the Bone-Eater’s Well, she still couldn’t believe it— She was no longer an outlaw in her own time. With Shin loping along at her side, she crossed over from the shrine to the house and tumbled into her mother’s waiting arms. Tearfully,
SessKag Series: The Pact, Part 157
While the children frolicked in the meadow nearby, Sango and Kagome gathered flowers for Miroku’s grave. The late summer sun beat down upon their bowed heads and bent backs. The pink and white blossoms strained up against the unforgiving heat. Their delicate, wilting petals curled faintly at the edges. Their soft, bursting stems stained the
Bane of Blood: La Gorgona, Part 33
Fernando could hear the din of the dance music before they stepped one foot inside El Mar. Blue strobe lights streamed through the smoky interior. Their watery beams cast a deathly pallor over the club goers who milled about in straggling bands. Staggering, jostling and shambling, they swayed to the music or from drunkenness or
The Gordian Knot
Hirokin entered his liege lord’s private chambers unannounced, unrehearsed. The first part, though inconceivable to most, was not unusual for him. The latter, however… In a life as meticulously and painstakingly choreographed as his, even Hirokin had to question his own sanity in the matter. But before he could second-guess himself, he’d crossed the threshold.