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One of the things I really fell down on these past few months was my writing. I ended up not writing two of my springkink prompts. I will, though. I won't leave that unfinished. It's just that between working 30-40 hours a week, my dad's death, moving out of my dad's into my mom's, and then from my mom's into the condo, not having a computer, dealing my normally wonderful step-mother, and other assorted shit, I simply could not manage one more obligation without having nervous breakdown, which I was on the verge of anyway.
One thing I did get finished, however, was kurenai_tenka's birthday present! You know, the birthday that was over a month ago. I had it finished! I just couldn't post it! Anyway, here it is.
Title: Multiple Personality Disorder
Fandom: Yami no Matsuei, specifically ravenbell's 30 Tortures universe
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: Spoilers for ravenbell's story, poor moral examples
Many thanks too: ravenbell, for so graciously letting my play in her sandbox
Many apologies to: ravenbell, for so thoroughly butchering her universe.
Notes: The Keawjai is an actual Thai restaurant in Tokyo. It's supposed to be very good.
Now on to the actual story!
Muraki sighed contentedly as he took in the ambience around him. The Keawjai was known as one of the finest Thai restaurants in Tokyo, and it fully lived up to its reputation. The décor was tasteful and the food exquisite. He looked at his soup with satisfaction and reached for his spoon.
You know I hate Thai food.
Muraki ignored the voice in his head with the air of someone who had done so many times before. However it continued undeterred.
I don’t see why we couldn’t have French food again.
“Sagadalius,” Muraki murmured. “I’ve told you many times before that too much French cuisine is highly fattening.”
And you have to keep your girlish figure, don’t you Kazutaka? Sagadalius retorted nastily.
Muraki let the comment slide. Engaging in such a petty argument would simply be an exercise in futility. He attempted to concentrate on his meal.
I don’t even understand why we’re wasting out time here anyway, Sagadalius went on.
Muraki suspected that Sagadalius was actually just trying to find something to complain about. A succession of bad days and no one to take it out on had left the demon lord even more irritable that usual.
“As I have already explained,” Muraki said softly, only a hint of annoyance in his voice, “I am planning on meeting several of my contacts within the next few days. They are powerful, well connected, and I am blackmailing them all. It can’t go wrong.”
It can’t go wrong, Sagadalius parroted mockingly. Gee, Kazutaka, when have I heard you say that before?
Muraki bristled. “Now you’re just being childish. There’s no reason to bring that up.”
There is definitely a “reason to bring that up.” I’m not going to let your incompetence--
“My incompetence?” Muraki growled. “If it hadn’t been for your disgraceful inattention--”
“Sir?”
The argument came to an abrupt halt. Muraki looked up and smiled pleasantly. “Yes?”
A waiter looked at him disdainfully. “Sir, I’ll have to ask you not to talk to yourself while in the restaurant. You’re frightening the other patrons.”
Muraki’s smile never left his face, though it did turn a tad brittle. “Oh, I see. I’m so very sorry. I’ll stop immediately.”
The waiter walked off, muttering something “crazies scaring away the customers.”
At Muraki’s table, there was silence for several moments. Finally…
Let’s kill him.
Muraki brushed his fingers against the knife he carried in his pocket. “Finally,” he said with a feral smile, “something we agree on.”
Happy very late birthday kurenai_tenka!
One thing I did get finished, however, was kurenai_tenka's birthday present! You know, the birthday that was over a month ago. I had it finished! I just couldn't post it! Anyway, here it is.
Title: Multiple Personality Disorder
Fandom: Yami no Matsuei, specifically ravenbell's 30 Tortures universe
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: Spoilers for ravenbell's story, poor moral examples
Many thanks too: ravenbell, for so graciously letting my play in her sandbox
Many apologies to: ravenbell, for so thoroughly butchering her universe.
Notes: The Keawjai is an actual Thai restaurant in Tokyo. It's supposed to be very good.
Now on to the actual story!
Muraki sighed contentedly as he took in the ambience around him. The Keawjai was known as one of the finest Thai restaurants in Tokyo, and it fully lived up to its reputation. The décor was tasteful and the food exquisite. He looked at his soup with satisfaction and reached for his spoon.
You know I hate Thai food.
Muraki ignored the voice in his head with the air of someone who had done so many times before. However it continued undeterred.
I don’t see why we couldn’t have French food again.
“Sagadalius,” Muraki murmured. “I’ve told you many times before that too much French cuisine is highly fattening.”
And you have to keep your girlish figure, don’t you Kazutaka? Sagadalius retorted nastily.
Muraki let the comment slide. Engaging in such a petty argument would simply be an exercise in futility. He attempted to concentrate on his meal.
I don’t even understand why we’re wasting out time here anyway, Sagadalius went on.
Muraki suspected that Sagadalius was actually just trying to find something to complain about. A succession of bad days and no one to take it out on had left the demon lord even more irritable that usual.
“As I have already explained,” Muraki said softly, only a hint of annoyance in his voice, “I am planning on meeting several of my contacts within the next few days. They are powerful, well connected, and I am blackmailing them all. It can’t go wrong.”
It can’t go wrong, Sagadalius parroted mockingly. Gee, Kazutaka, when have I heard you say that before?
Muraki bristled. “Now you’re just being childish. There’s no reason to bring that up.”
There is definitely a “reason to bring that up.” I’m not going to let your incompetence--
“My incompetence?” Muraki growled. “If it hadn’t been for your disgraceful inattention--”
“Sir?”
The argument came to an abrupt halt. Muraki looked up and smiled pleasantly. “Yes?”
A waiter looked at him disdainfully. “Sir, I’ll have to ask you not to talk to yourself while in the restaurant. You’re frightening the other patrons.”
Muraki’s smile never left his face, though it did turn a tad brittle. “Oh, I see. I’m so very sorry. I’ll stop immediately.”
The waiter walked off, muttering something “crazies scaring away the customers.”
At Muraki’s table, there was silence for several moments. Finally…
Let’s kill him.
Muraki brushed his fingers against the knife he carried in his pocket. “Finally,” he said with a feral smile, “something we agree on.”
Happy very late birthday kurenai_tenka!