The original reason for my exploration of Ryuuichi's closet was to find some supposed "evidence" he had to hold over my head; I was convinced that he had managed to snap pictures of me at the attorney Christmas party where I'd had not enough coffee to my vodka. I'd ended up waking the next morning with a skull-splitting headache and no visor. After ( Read more... )

Ryuuichi thought he was just so clever at this morning's trial.
I had a cold, and as such, was in no mood for games or witty remarks other than those relating to coffee - or so I'd thought. In actuality, I could not have been more wrong.
It was 10:00 AM and the case was just starting. The judge slammed down the gavel for basically no reason and asked ( Read more... )

I used to be a defense attorney.  Then I... became indisposed for a while. Five years, to be precise. When I awoke, it was to bitter news and darkness. I was now incapacitated, incomplete. My broken body could no longer function independently. In order to see anything other than utter pitch blackness, I had no choice but to wear a wretched three- ( Read more... )

Looking back, I should have been suspicious from the start. But this is Ryuuichi we're talking about, and Ryuuichi never pulls pranks on people, especially ones quite so insensitive to the handicapped ( Read more... )

Lyrics are a curious thing, often the spoon to stir the coffee.

Don't know what's going on
Don't know what went wrong
Feels like a hundred years
I still can't believe you're gone
So I'll stay up all night
With these bloodshot eyes
While these walls surround me with the story of our life
I tell myself
that I don't miss you at all
I'm not lying, denying that I ( Read more... )

Miyanagi Chinami.
I wish it could have been me that killed you.