The Pact Side-Stories: Ghost-Hunter Nakamura, Part 4 (Final)

This entry is part 4 of 4 in the series Ghost-Hunter Nakamura [Complete]

It was a tall, broad-shouldered man, who might’ve been quite handsome if not for his slouching posture, cantankerous expression and the ridiculous-looking ensemble he was wearing—a mismatched Western-style suit and cap, with tennis shoes, tinted sunglasses, leather driving gloves and a comically-overlarge umbrella slung over his shoulder. He looked very much like he’d gotten dressed

The Pact Side-Stories: Ghost-Hunter Nakamura, Part 3

This entry is part 3 of 4 in the series Ghost-Hunter Nakamura [Complete]

Outside the ramen shop, a silvery, misting rain was falling, casting a shimmering veil over the dark city-scape beyond. Stepping over to her parked motorbike, Reiko straddled the seat as Kirara sprang from her shoulder, landing lightly in the delivery basket behind her.  “Ready to go?” Reiko asked, glancing back at her feline companion as

The Pact Side-Stories: Ghost-Hunter Nakamura, Part 2

This entry is part 2 of 4 in the series Ghost-Hunter Nakamura [Complete]

Still fuming, Reiko went down the street to the garage. She found her motorbike—tagged Nakamura Ramen – We Deliver—started it up and kicked it into high gear, revving the engine. Peeling out onto the wet pavement with a flash of silver spray, she accelerated and maneuvered with superhuman ease through the bustling city streets, swerving

The Pact Side-Stories: Ghost-Hunter Nakamura, Part 1

This entry is part 1 of 4 in the series Ghost-Hunter Nakamura [Complete]

He was tailing her… Again. Grinding her teeth, she rounded the corner as if nothing were amiss, then ducked into the shadowy alcove of a closed storefront. Heavy rain fell, pattering on the curved slats of the awning, jostling the ribboned streamers which whipped and whistled in the snatches of gusty wind. Despite all this

SessKag Series: The Pact, Part 164

This entry is part 164 of 177 in the series The Pact [Ongoing]

Mr. Higurashi held out his hands to her, beseeching. “Can I hold him?” Kagome wanted to say ‘no,’ but she couldn’t. Defeated, she held Shin out to him instead. Mr. Higurashi lifted her son easily out of her hands and smiled. Blue-eyed and human once more, Shin smiled back. “Jiijii,” he burbled, and Mr. Higurashi’s