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The gentleman who answered the door wore a severe black suit that proclaimed him to be a butler. He had a full head of salt and pepper hair, particularly gray around the temples and penetrating brown eyes currently aimed at Kakyou and the little suitcase in his hands. ( Read more... )

Current Location: England

[ Related Universe: Stained Glass Curtain ]

It started with three flowers, left on Ran's desk. An orchid, a lily, and a single coral-colored rose. No note, no indication of who had left them. Ran flushed when he saw them, and quickly hid them away. He looked around for any sign of who might have left them.( Read more... )

[ Related Universe: Stained Glass Curtain ]

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Omi patted his knee, and stood to leave, saying he would be back in a few hours to check on Aya and make sure he took the next dose of pain killers. Aya tried not to feel patronized. Fuck it. Fuck Omi. He did feel patronized. He ignored the way pulling on his shirt mage his wound twinge. Yohji had been standing in the doorway, watching Omi bandage him up. He did that sometimes. Aya didn't understand why, but didn't mind the watching, but tended to mind it less when he was clothed. If Aya didn't say something, Yohji would likely just go away eventually. "Do you want something?" Aya asked, glancing over his shoulder.( Read more... )

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Current Location: Kyoto, Japan

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Current Location: Barry Iseland, Wales

The PINpoint sparked in Aya's hand. It had never done that before. He looked around a room that he did not recognize. It was spartan with bars an ornate but ominous grill on the window. There was a bookshelf but little else. He recognized some of the titles. He turned in circle. The wary surprise and confusion written on his face was easier to read than many of the books on the shelves. He looked at a small boy sitting on a bed. He recognized him at once.( Read more... )

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